Before breakfast the next day, Harry and Ron met Hermione and Verin in the common room, and when they saw that everyone was there, Harry couldn't wait to tell everyone what he had heard from Malfoy on the Hogwarts Express train in order to find some substantial evidence for his theory.

"He's obviously showing off to Parkinson, isn't he?" Ron said before Hermione could speak.

"Well," she said uncertainly, "I don't know...... It looks like Malfoy wants to say that he is more important than he really is...... But this lie is too big......"

"Exactly," Harry said, but he couldn't go on, because so many people were trying to eavesdrop on their conversation, not to mention how many were staring at him and whispering behind his back.

It seemed that Malfoy was already working for Voldemort again, and Harry's words were only more certain of what Van Lin was thinking.

"Let's not talk about that. "Whatever Malfoy plans to do, there is no doubt that there are quite a few supporters of Voldemort at Hogwarts, who come from Death Eater families, but Dumbledore obviously doesn't plan to do anything to them, even Voldemort used to go to school here, right?"

It wasn't just a shiver to hear Voldemort's words, but also to those eavesdroppers......

"It's rude to point fingers," Ron yelled at a particularly skinny first-year boy as they joined the group as they climbed out of the portrait hole. The boy who was muttering Harry to his friends quickly blushed and fell out of the portrait hole in panic. Ron laughed heartily.

Clearly, he had experienced Percy's pleasure, and he was righteous......

"I love being a 6th grader. And we're going to have a lot of free time this year. You can sit here and relax for the whole time. ”

"We need to spend this time studying, Ron!" Hermione said as they headed down the hallway.

"Yes, but not today. Ron said, "I think I'm going to get a good night's sleep today." ”

"Stop!" Hermione held out her arm to stop a passing fourth-grader. The man clutched a gray-green disc tightly in his hand and tried to pass her. "Fangs Frisbee is forbidden to carry, hand it in. ”

Hermione told him harshly. The boy grimaced, handed over the barking frisbee, slipped under Hermione's arm, and followed his friend away.

As soon as Ron waited for him to disappear, he immediately pulled the frisbee from Hermione's hand. "Great! I've always wanted this!"

Hermione's protest was drowned out by a giggle, and Lavender Brown clearly found Ron's words amusing. She smiled as she walked past them, glancing back at Ron. Ron looked happy with himself.

Well, if it could, Van Lin always thought that something would happen in it, but in fact, in the year of the Ball, the first target for Ron was Lavender, but Lavender didn't say yes at that time.

"I think, Ron, maybe you can think about it. ”

"Consider what?"

"Taking the time to be in a relationship, I don't think we have much time left. Van Lin said.

"Oh, forget it, like you and Hermione?" Ron looked at Van Lin and Hermione with disdain, and it was clear that the two of them had hurt Ron deeply when they got along.

The ceiling of the auditorium is a tranquil blue dotted with thin clouds. It's like the square sky they see through the high skylight. While enjoying porridge, eggs, and ham, Harry and Ron told Verin and Hermione about their embarrassing conversation with Hagrid the night before.

"But he can't really think that we want to continue our conservation class!" Hermione looked a little distressed. "I mean, when have any of us ever shown ...... You know...... A little bit of enthusiasm?"

"But therein is the problem, isn't it?" said Van Lin, swallowing an omelette in one gulp. "We worked hardest in class because we loved Hagrid. But he thought we liked it...... Well, slightly stupid lesson. This gave Hagrid an illusion, a ...... In a word...... Who of you would expect someone to continue taking this course... Oh, of course, there is, but that was a long time ago, and I'm the author of a book on the Fantastic Beasts Protection Class, well, of course, it's not the one that bites, but he's in the United States now. Obviously, Dumbledore didn't bring him back......"

Harry, Ron, and Hermione didn't answer, but the answer was obvious. They knew very well that no one in this grade would want to continue taking the Conservation of Magical Creatures class.

When Hagrid left the table ten minutes later, they avoided his gaze and nonchalantly responded to his cheerful wave.

After eating, they sat down and waited for Professor McGonagall to come down from the faculty table. This year's distribution of the class schedule was more complicated than ever, as Professor McGonagall had to make sure that everyone had achieved the required level in the course of their choice.

This is good news, given the previous results of Verin and Hermione, Hogwarts said that the two of them can report directly.......

This saved Verlin a lot of effort, in fact, only Hermione was seriously reviewing during the whole holiday, and Van Lin was more in a frenzy of fiddling with alchemy, but in fact, Hogwarts did not have a subject on alchemy, which caused Fleur to keep teasing, saying that Van Lin was more like a student of Beauxbatons, and also said that Gabrielle missed him and Hermione very much.

However, it is not wrong to say that Beauxbatons was a student, and he studied alchemy with Nicolamet, and Nicolemmay alone was able to represent the whole Beauxbatons, which is not worth disagreeing with.

But in addition to the latter things, the previous words made Ginny and Hermione angry.

What is the student of Beauxbatons, oh well, Fleur is kind of one, she's still so ...... Pain in the butt?

At Professor McGonagall's behest, although this discouraged Hermione a little, as there was not a single exam to prove her strength, it didn't seem to be that important, considering that Hermione's grades had been excellent in all subjects since she entered the school.

Hermione recovered quickly, and then decided to continue her Charms, Defence Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration, Herbs, Arithmetic, Divination, Ancient Magic, and Potions classes, so she immediately ran to the first Ancient Magician class.

Van Lin felt a little ...... Well, as he grew older, Fan Lin soon found that his nature was not a very diligent person, it can be said that a lazy patient with advanced cancer, if it were not for the spur of Comrade Lao Fu and a lot of troubles, Fan Lin felt that the life of salted fish was still quite good.

Work or something, it's impossible to work at work, and it's probably just by hugging your thighs to support yourself......

"Are you sure?" Professor McGonagall looked at the poor lessons on the timetable, "Charms, Defence Against the Dark Arts, and Transfiguration?"

"Uh......" Fan Lin was a little stunned in his heart, "Uh, there is also an ancient magic script, I forgot to add it just now." ”

"Okay, there's also Potions and Herbs in Ancient Magic, right?" Professor McGonagall looked at Van Lin quietly.

"I didn't ...... No problem...... "Van Lin cried with a sad face......

Neville took a little longer to sort it out, and as Professor McGonagall looked down at his application and checked the results, a worried look on his round face.

"Herbal class, good," she said. "Professor Sprout will be happy to see you return to her class with a 'good' grade, and you can continue to study Defence Against the Dark Arts because your grades are 'exceeding expectations'. But the problem is Transfiguration. I'm sorry, Longbottom, a 'pass' is really not good enough for you to continue with the .level course, I just don't think you have what it takes to handle it. ”

Neville hung his head. Professor McGonagall stared at him through her square-rimmed glasses. "But why do you want to continue learning how to shapeshift? I don't think you particularly like it. ”

Neville looked pained, muttering something that sounded like "My grandma hopes."

"Hmph," Professor McGonagall scoffed. "Your grandmother should have learned to be proud of her grandson, not for the way she thought her grandson should be—especially after what happened at Hogwarts. ”

Neville blushed and blinked in confusion, Professor McGonagall had never complimented him before.

"I'm sorry, Longbottom, I can't let you into my class. However, I see that you got 'Exceeding Expectations' in your Charms class - why not try a Charms class at the .level level?"

"Grandma doesn't find it interesting to take a Charms class," Neville muttered.

"Then take the Charms class," Professor McGonagall said, "and I'll write to Augusta to remind her that just because she didn't pass the Charms exam, the class is not worth it. Didn't you see that Al had chosen Charms class?" she smiled at Neville's skeptical face, picked up a blank class schedule and tapped it lightly with her wand, then handed it to him, which was already full of details about his new lesson.

Professor McGonagall then turned to Parvati Petyr, and her first question was whether Ferencze, the handsome centaur, was still teaching divination.

"He and Professor Trelawney co-teach this class this year," Professor McGonagall said with a little disapproval, as everyone knew she looked down on divination class.

"The sixth grade class is led by Professor Trelawney. Five minutes later, Parvati looked a little dejected and set off for a divination lesson.

"So, Potter, Potter ......" Professor McGonagall looked through the records as she turned to Harry. "Charms, Defence Against the Dark Arts, Herbs, Transfiguration...... No problem. I must say, I'm happy with your Transfiguration score, Potter, very satisfied. So, why don't you apply to continue your Potions class? I remember your ambition to be an Auror?"

"Yes, but you told me you had to be 'excellent,' Professor. ”

"That was the case when Professor Snape led the course. Professor Slavhorn, however, is willing to accept students who 'exceed expectations' in their exams. Do you want to continue your Potions lesson?"

"Uh...... Yes," Harry said quickly, there had already been an example of Van Lin before, the course was immediately doubled, Harry didn't want to add an ancient magic text or something, "but I didn't buy the textbook and ingredients for the Potions class......"

"I'm sure Professor Slavhorn can lend you some," Professor McGonagall said. "Very good, Potter, here's your class schedule. Oh, and by the way – there are 20 people who have already signed up to play on the Quidditch team in Gryffindor. I will give you the list according to the predetermined procedure, and you can pick a gap to arrange the selection. ”

A few minutes later, Ron had booked his lesson, just like Harry's, and the two of them left the table together.

In fact, there is also Van Lin, but after temporarily adding the magic class, Van Lin has already chased Hermione out.

"Look," Ron happily looked at the class schedule, "it's okay now, not after the morning break...... Still no ...... after lunch That's great. ”

The two of them returned to the common room, where there was no one but a dozen seventh-year students, and Katie Bell, the last remaining member of Harry's team when he joined the Quidditch team in his first year.

"I knew you'd get it, well done," she said loudly, pointing to the captain's badge on Harry's chest. "Tell me when you're going to start the auditions!"

"Don't be stupid," Harry said, "you don't have to go to the auditions, I've been watching you fight for five years......"

"You can't make that head," she admonished him. "I don't know if there's anyone outside the team who is playing better than me. The captain only uses old faces, or covers his friends to come in, and that's how a good team is ruined......"

Hearing this, Ron looked a little uneasy, and he began to play the fangs frisbee that Hermione had confiscated from the fourth-year students. It was circling the common room, roaring and trying to bite the tapestries.

Crookshank stared at it with its yellow eyes, hissing as soon as it approached. An hour later, they reluctantly left the sunlit common room and descended four floors to take the Defence Against the Dark Arts class.

Hermione and Van Lin were already lining up outside, clutching a pile of books with a deceived look on their faces.

"We have so much homework in our Ancient Magic Texts class," she said anxiously as she saw Harry and Ron approaching. "A 5-inch paper, two translations, and I have to read them all by Wednesday!"

"It's a pity," Ron yawned. "You wait," Hermione said hatefully. "I bet Snape will set us up a whole bunch. ”

"Oh no, Hermione...... "Van Lin said with a bit of a headache, "Anyway, there are so many magic scripts that can build a magic array, and the devil knows why there are so many more things, and we don't archaeology, now I just hope that Professor Snape won't give us too many things, this is definitely the rhythm of the explosion of people's minds." ”

"Oh, it can't be. Harry said without hesitation, "If it weren't for the importance of this class, I wouldn't have ...... Is Professor Slahhorn's Potions strong, Van Lin?"

"Yes, but I'd rather do my own research according to the information, alchemy is similar to this, it's just the nature of herbs, anyway, I don't like to go to ......"

"You can't do that, Van Lin. Hermione said hatefully, "As the president of the boys' student council, you have to be active, I mean......"

As he spoke, the classroom door opened, and Snape paced into the hallway, two bundles of greasy black hair draped over the sides of his dish-colored face. The queue immediately fell silent.