After Jem Hollens left, Lin An announced the end of today's small class - after all, she also had a lot to learn.

Teaching this group of students is purely for the sake of further deepening review and whims.

However, when he turned his head, he noticed that Draco's face was flushed-

Angry.

He glared at Lin An viciously:

"Our Malfoys are the most well-established nobles! Our house-elves will do anything! ”

The Hollens family will only be opportunistic and drill camps everywhere, and their strength is far inferior to his family!

Lin An looked at him and said regretfully, "But I didn't wait for your answer all day!" Dear little dragon, you are still far from the prefect. ”

She was about to rub a handful of Draco's pale blonde hair, but when her hand reached out, Draco took a wary step back.

Lin An was a little regretful: "No need to hide, I don't touch it - it's all hairspray, hard, what kind of feel is there?" ”

She waved her hand casually, "I'm going back to my dorm room and studying, Draco, see you tomorrow." ”

Seriously, Hogwarts residential life has its share of unsatisfactory conditions.

For example, the machinery and electronics of the Muggle world cannot be used here, Lin An can neither watch movies nor listen to music, and even more, she does not even have an alarm clock.

Of course, after a long period of study, these little magic can be used at will. But she's just starting school now, so she's still far from that level!

Lin An took out a copy of "One Hundred Kinds of Household Magic" borrowed from the library, and planned to set an alarm clock for himself tonight.

It would be too embarrassing to have the prefect help wake you up today, and if you have to wait for the prefect tomorrow.

And then set a small goal for tomorrow -

To get to know Cho Chang, it's best to make a Hufflepuff friend - their dorm is said to be the closest to the kitchen, just scratch a pear or something...... Sorry it's been too long for her to remember, but she'll have to find the kitchen first.

She really wanted to eat a bowl of rice.

……

Again, the Slytherin dormitories are really comfortable and the young guys are really in good shape!

Last night she practiced spells until half past ten, and after washing up, she had no idea of staying up late, but fell asleep.

Woke up by the alarm clock at six o'clock in the morning, Lin An can finally do yoga with pleasure (in any case, it is very necessary to strengthen the body), at seven o'clock she washed her hair and took a shower, and the magic one-click drying is not too comfortable.

Then go to the common room with your textbook in hand.

I'm going to take a potions class with Gryffindor today, although Lin An is sure that he knows the textbook well. But the so-called volume king, she will not let go of any fragment of time.

She sat at the study desk and was so focused on fiddling with weights and scales that the students were subconsciously lightly tiptoed.

A group of giggling freshmen walked in, stood behind her blankly for a while, and finally silently turned out a brand new textbook.

When Draco slid his reworked shine and walked into the break room, Lin An had just shrunk his bag to the size of a matchbox and pocketed it.

She expressed her satisfaction with the students who prepared for the morning study - although they did not study in the morning, they still had half an hour to spend on their studies.

"Let's go, it's time to go to the auditorium for dinner."

She wasn't looking forward to three meals a day, she wasn't very positive, and she didn't even see Draco.

Draco's pale face grew paler, and there seemed to be anger in his gray-blue eyes.

But he quickly swore that he was going to write a letter to his father tonight, and that he would send him a whole bunch of Chinese food anyway!