"It's your birthday?" Ron's focus is markedly different from the others.

"Yes, it was the most wonderful birthday of my life." A happy smile appeared on Harry's face, and although he had been running around that day, it was indeed the happiest day he could remember.

"Then you're younger than me." Ron quietly put the piece of rock skin cake that almost knocked out his front teeth back on the table, "I'm March 1st, 80 years. ”

"I'm also 80 years old." Harry looked at Love, "What's your birthday?" ”

Love touched his chin, "Ron, I was born a day before you - my birthday is on February 29, a bit of a special day"

Ron's eyes widened, "Then don't you only have a birthday every four years?" ”

Ralph:......

"I can have my birthday on February 28, not bad on that day."

After hearing her friends' birthdays, Hermione raised her chin proudly: "I'm older than all of you, my birthday is September 19, '79!" ”

"Isn't that close?" Hagrid, who had been smiling and listening to the children's chat, noticed that Hermione's birthday was approaching.

"Do you want to come to me and we'll celebrate your birthday?"

Hermione's face turned red, and she shook her hand quickly, saying that there was no need to make it so grand, just pass it casually.

"How's that going to happen—" Hagrid's hut was filled with laughter, and a twinkle flashed in Love's eyes: Hermione's birthday was approaching, should I give her something?

……

After a week of running-in, Love's life at Hogwarts is also on track.

Students, the main thing is to learn. In addition to Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration and Snape's Potions, they had many other courses.

Every Wednesday night, Love and his classmates go to the Astronomical Tower to observe the stars with a telescope and learn the names of different stars and the orbits of the planets. Herbology classes were the most classed, and each of the three periods a week followed Professor Sprout, the head of Hufflepuff House, to the greenhouse at the back of the castle to learn how to grow these exotic plants and fungi and learn what they were used for.

Defence Against the Dark Arts is the most disappointing class. When the young wizards found out that the teacher of this class was the genius senior of Ravenclaw House, Professor Quirrell, who had stayed on to teach after graduation, they thought that this class would be very exciting, but everyone was disappointed. The Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom smells of garlic - believed to be Professor Quirrell's method of banishing vampires. It's just that it tastes strange, and the content of his lectures is also indescribable, which makes everyone feel that this professor is a parallel import.

History of Magic was the most annoying class because it was so boring - it could have been interesting because it was the only subject taught by a ghost professor, but the ghost professor was so boring that the whole class lost its luster. Few young wizards could resist Professor Binns's unwavering voice, and they would often fall into a half-asleep state five minutes after the start of class, only to borrow notes from the few who remained awake after class.

Love is one of the few people who can stay awake in Professor Binns's "illusions". In his opinion, although Professor Binns tells all kinds of thrilling stories in history, he also retains the original flavor of history, without any personal feelings, and does not think that a man is hypocritical because he has shown the brilliance of humanity in the war, nor will he call him despicable because he has broken his promises. In Professor Binns's words, history is history, and there is no position.

This made Love listen with relish, and he took notes on several rolls of parchment.

Not everyone has the opportunity to see history as it really is. But for these teenage wizards, it's no different from hypnosis. It wasn't until the bell rang for the end of class that everyone's souls that had been stripped by Professor Binns returned to their bodies little by little.

"Uh......"

"Sleepy."

"Looks like class is over?"

The classroom was filled with such voices, and even Hermione's face had a look of exhaustion. She was glad that Gryffindor's History of Magic was taught in the morning, otherwise she wouldn't necessarily have the energy to deal with it.

"It's outrageous!" Just when everyone's minds were still a little drowsy, a voice resounded in the classroom, making everyone completely sober.

Ron was staring at Love's notes in amazement, a look of awe in his eyes.

"You wrote it all down? Three rolls of parchment! ”

Even Hermione was shaken when she heard this—she had only memorized two and a half volumes.

Is there anyone who remembers it better than me? Should I borrow notes from Love and copy them?

Hermione, who had the idea, immediately snatched Love's notes from Ron's hand and read them seriously. The more she looked, the more surprised she became, and finally blurted out: "How is this possible?" ”

…………

"How could it be?" Snape looked at the stunned Professor McGonagall, the corners of his mouth curled up, "I've heard it with my own ears, and the students of both Gryffindor and Slytherin can testify. ”

But where did he find out? I mean, the potion of polyjuice decoction is hard to reach even for older students, right? Professor McGonagall still had a hard time believing that Love had asked such an astonishing question.

Of course, I mentioned it in class. Snape mentally responded to Professor McGonagall's question, but he didn't think it was necessary to tell Minerva about this detail.

"Leave that alone, Minerva, take a good look at your students, don't be in your position, Gryffindor gave birth to the first Dark Wizard." Snape uttered cold, piercing words in his thirty-seven-degree mouth, causing Professor McGonagall to break the defense on the spot.

She was torn apart: Should she have a good talk to Love?

At this time, Dumbledore, who was sitting behind his desk watching the play, spoke. He was very impressed with Love, and among this year's freshmen, apart from Harry Potter, only Love-Moen had interested him, after all, he was the child who almost broke the Sorting Hat.

"I don't have to go out of my way to talk to him, I'm sure Mr. Love Moen isn't a bad guy, I think he's inherited his mother's traits...... The good part. ”

"Really?" Snape glanced at Dumbledore and said lightly, "You'll regret it, Albus." ”

"I'm the headmaster."

Dumbledore ended the conversation with such a sentence, and Snape turned and left the Headmaster's office.

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The first more is offered, good morning everyone (absolutely, go home and lie down on the bed after eating, and open your eyes to see that the sky is going to be bright)

The second watch is at 12 noon.