The two children, hiding behind the bookshelves, poked their heads out, looking bewildered.

Harry and Hermione, two leather children who were a little shorter than Joel, didn't know what to say when they looked at Joel with two pairs of pure, watery eyes.

"Can you speak quietly? We can't even read because of the noise. Joel, who knew that he had thought about it before, couldn't help but slow down his voice.

"Did you hear it all?" Hermione was actually a little nervous,

Harry looked at Joel, the boys, nervous, as if they were hiding some secret.

"Hear ......" Joel frowned, just about to ask rhetorically, "what did you hear?" "I hear you guys discussing Hagrid......"

He stopped talking, but the simple Harry trio were already in disarray.

Hermione pulled Joel in front of her, Joel didn't expect the girl to make such a move, and her body was crooked and she almost didn't fall to the ground.

Joel knew that the dragon Noble had been born at this time, and if nothing else, Hermione and Harry would send the newborn dragon to Ron's brother Charlie.

"When are you going to send this dragon away? To whom? Joel asked.

Hermione didn't answer his question, her voice trembling with excitement, "You must not spread the news......"

"When are you going to send this dragon away?" Joel asked again.

Harry reached out and tugged at Hermione's robes, and Hermione glared back at Harry.

She dodged the question, clearly distrusting Joel.

"Well, I'm not going to tell anyone," Joel didn't want to get involved in the affair, "you guys do it yourself. ”

With that, he walked back.

Hermione and Harry were still arguing about something.

After Joel sat down, a note was handed over: What's wrong?

He turned his head to meet Helis's curious and inquiring eyes, the small paper ball on her ear had not yet been removed, and her lips were pursed, but she still didn't speak.

Reaching out and patting Haylis's little head, he picked up a quill and wrote on the note: It's nothing, a couple is chatting.

Haylis tilted her head, then laughed silly, the corners of her mouth pursed slightly, revealing her lovely dimples.

Joel:???

Is there anything funny?

The next morning, Joel was eating breakfast at the House Director's table, his expression was laid-back, and the Great Hall was filled with whispers, and all eyes were on the Gryffindor table.

The students at the Gryffindor table across from them lost 150 points overnight, and they were second in the House Cup, not far from Ravenclaw in House Cup points (thanks to two Quidditch wins), but overnight they were bottom of the list, much lower than both Hufflepuff and Slytherin.

The culprits were sitting at the long table with their heads bowed, their faces full of shame and apology, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, and Neville Longbottom, who had been caught red-handed by Professor McGonagall for violating the curfew, each with 50 minutes plus a confinement.

The Gryffindors were very disappointed and angry, they didn't expect Harry Potter, who had high hopes for him, to even avoid the curfew check!

The other three houses sat at the long table and watched the play, and Caitlyn couldn't stop laughing all morning.

Unexpectedly, the biggest competitor collapsed from the inside.

As long as the difference is maintained for two months, the House Cup will once again go to Ravenclaw.

A weekend has passed, the cold war between Eddie and Allen has not eased, the two have not even said a word until now, Allen, who has always been good-natured, has a straight face in the dormitory every day, Joel and Sergey do not dare to stay in the dormitory at all now, they get up in the morning and go to the auditorium for breakfast, and only hurry back before curfew in the evening.

"The two of them are at odds?" On Monday morning, Haylis smeared strawberry jam on her bread with sleepiness and glanced at Eddie and Allen, who were sitting at the back of the long table, their faces stiff and obvious that they were making an awkward mess.

"Well," Joel's voice was particularly low when he woke up in the morning, "I can't persuade them to quarrel, wait for the two of them to reconcile." ”

After speaking, Joel yawned, and even wanted to hit one with Helis, but when her eyes flickered, she still pretended to be well-behaved and stuffed a piece of mushroom into her mouth.

He hadn't slept all night last night, and the mandrake leaves he had been holding for a month had finally come to time, and he honestly took out the leaves, put them in the crystal vial, and waited for him to go outside tonight and let it be baptized by the moonlight.

At the Gryffindor table, Harry, Hermione, and Neville were still with their heads bowed like quails, hurrying to finish their breakfast and want to leave.

Tomato is free to read

But Cedric of Hufflepuff sent three notes, and the three of Harry looked at them, and their faces became more and more frustrated.

All this was caught in the eyes of Joel, who had no appetite, and he hooked the corners of his lips and yawned again.

Breakfast was followed by a Transfiguration session.

"Please listen carefully, ladies and gentlemen," Professor McGonagall said, standing on the podium with a serious expression, "summoning is a very important branch of Transfiguration, and it has a very high weight in the OWL and the assessment. ”

"It's very difficult, it's very talented, and most students don't cross the easiest hurdle by the time they graduate," Professor McGonagall said, glancing at the time, "and I'm going to give you a little bit of knowledge about it today." ”

"As I told in my first class, Transfiguration doesn't change the nature of a physical object, such as a flock of birds," Professor McGonagall waved his wand, and the parchment on the podium rose into small white birds in the air, flying around the classroom under Professor McGonagall's command, "It looks like a normal bird, but ......"

"Mr. Taylor, help hit these birds with a spell."

Joel, who was sitting in the first row, pulled out his wand, and a dark red light struck a hovering bird in mid-air, and the illusion effect disappeared, and the bird turned back into parchment, with a large hole poked in the middle.

"See, it's still essentially a piece of paper, not a bird, and the same goes for summoning," Professor McGonagall's sharp gaze swept across the audience, and she nodded in satisfaction as she saw the students all sitting upright in their seats, and continued, "But unlike ordinary Transfiguration, summoning is characterized by starting from nothing, such as ......"

Professor McGonagall didn't chant the incantation this time, her wand waved in the air, and an owl appeared out of thin air, tilting its head as if in great confusion.

The students let out exclamations, and Joel was expressionless, he had already raised the level of summoning to an advanced level, and it was not surprising to him that he had conjured an owl out of thin air, and the knowledge in his head was enough to explain this seemingly unthinkable phenomenon.