Christmas is just around the corner.

One day in mid-December, Lin An followed in the morning...... To be precise, when the freshmen with Slytherin were about to go to class, they passed by the Black Lake and found that the Wesley twins had been punished.

The two of them were standing in the snow and wincing their eyebrows, and greeted Lin An:

"Hey! Pretty lady of Slytherin!"

"Remember us?"

"Of course."

Lin An also smiled at them, "On the train, thank you for helping with your luggage. Moreover, no one will easily forget such a unique you! Hogwarts Twins!"

One of Wes, George or Fred, sorry Lin An couldn't tell the difference, pressed his chest exaggeratedly:

"Gemini? Wow! I like it!"

"What an honor it must be to be remembered by the wonderful lady of Slytherin!"

Their movements were exaggerated, but their voices were joking, so it was difficult for even the Slytherin students to feel bad for him.

It's really the Wesley brothers who often challenge the authority of teachers in school, which makes everyone's hearts flutter.

Especially this morning, the object of their struggle was Professor Quirrell.

As soon as Lin An inquired, he heard that they had enchanted a few snowballs, causing them to run after Quirrell and end up smashing behind his turban. [Original]

This......

Lin An was silent.

Only...... How can I evaluate it?

Her face was strange, and in the end she could only praise from the bottom of her heart: "You two are worthy of being the warriors of Gryffindor!"

Who is behind Quirrell's turban?

The famous Dark Lord.

"Disrespectful."

She bowed to the two of them, and then continued with the Slytherin students.

Brother Tuliuweslay scratched his head in confusion and gestured to what she had just done, "What does this mean? Their family's mystical rituals?"

"Brother, friend of the Savior, supposedly from an orphanage." George corrected,

"Oh my God," Fred said exaggeratedly, "when we were six years old, we had to fight our heads to the ground for a new pair of socks - orphan, do you think she looked like she was short of money?"

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All right.

The brothers from poor families shed tears of sadness.

At this moment, Lin An had already brought everyone to the classroom.

There is a roaring fire here, and it is very comfortable to be in a heated room.

But along the way, the wind was raging, and the window glass was blown by the cold wind.

She carefully covered her forehead and entered the classroom.

Draco looked at her curiously, "Why do you have to go into the classroom like this every time?"

Lin An still maintained the action of covering his forehead: "You don't understand, it's easy to catch a cold like this alternating between hot and cold, and the health party can't lose in such a small place."

Draco disagreed, "Don't underestimate the physical fitness of wizards, this kind of small problem rarely appears in us."

"What's more, even if there is, a potion can solve it."

Come on.

Lin An put down his hand: "Are you talking about the sound of a whistle and hot water vapor like train steam coming out of your nose and head after drinking?"

It's really stupid, like a locomotive that has become a fine.

Having said that, when the two of them came to their seats, they still sighed.

Although this class was a Charms class, it was quite warm, but the next class was Professor Snape's Potions class.

Potions classes are all in the underground classroom, and even if the flames are burning, they are still cold-

As soon as he breathed, there was a white mist in front of him. [Original]

On several occasions, Lin An deliberately extended the boiling time of the potion, just wanting to put his hand on it to make up the heat.

Until Professor Snape stood in front of her, and then said in a gloomy and unheaving tone, "Famous Miss Genius, maybe you want to get a D in my class."

Lin An: ......

She quickly took the cauldron down, and then mustered up the courage:

"Professor, can't you have one more fireplace in the classroom?"

Snape's dark eyes looked at her, and then a wry smile erupted, as if gloating, as if mocking.

「No。」 He said, "After all, my office can't fit so many potions that are about to be ruined by the little trolls."

Although the storage methods of potion materials vary, in most cases, they prefer to be colder.