And even more pitiful was Ron.

In order to be a trick, he deliberately wrote each word very large.

As a result, I was very lucky to rewrite the gift package.

Three-foot paper, rewritten!

It's just miserable.

It is conceivable that Percy had to write twelve assignments, which was not an easy task.

But after thinking about it, Anthony suddenly realized that if Percy also had a time turner, then Quirrell, who also had twelve O.W.L.S. certificates, should have had one.

And the twelve who received the Twelve Certificates: Barty Crouch Jr., Charlie Weasley, Bill Weasley, and even Voldemort should know about the existence of the Time Turner.

It's really a student patent!

Anthony expressed envy.

Naturally, he wasn't a good student, as in the current metamorphosis homework. It's been two hours, and he's only written three inches, which is equivalent to only writing the beginning.

"Hermione!" Ron's pitiful voice reached Hermione's ears, who was immersed in her reading.

"Don't borrow!" The little witch didn't even raise her head, and refused directly.

"Don't be so ruthless." Ron looked at her pleadingly.

Then he glanced at the parchment that Anthony and Harry had in hand.

Well! All are only written at the beginning.

Suddenly, a strong confidence rose in Ron's heart.

"Can you bear to watch Professor McGonagall deduct points from us?" Ron asked tentatively.

"You know, our academy score is still negative!" He added, and in a louder tone.

Hearing this, Hermione put down the foot-wide 'extracurricular book' in her hand and turned to stare at Ron for a while.

Then he sighed softly, pulled out a piece of parchment from a stack of books next to him and handed it to him.

"Here's my note, enough for you to complete this assignment." She said.

"Ahh ”

"Humph!" The little witch blushed slightly, and quickly picked up the extracurricular books on the table for recreation, covering her face.

This scene fell into the eyes of Harry and Anthony all the way.

Harry marveled at Ron's courage, he couldn't pull his face down and beg Hermione.

Anthony, on the other hand, praised Ron's sacrifice and walked over with his half-drawn paper.

...

The notes in Ron's hand were exaggerated and detailed.

She could have written a paper on her own.

Hermione jotted down almost every word Professor McGonagall said.

Of course, nonsensical words, such as the professor's warning Ron not to speak in class, are not recorded.

With her help, the three useless men quickly completed their respective papers.

"I can't believe it, I feel like I'm thinking so well that I can write one."

An hour later, Ron held his heart and looked at it in shock, as if it wasn't his work.

"Huh! That's Hermione's train of thought, what does it have to do with you? ”

Anthony put his papers away, got up and walked towards the armchair by the fireplace in the lounge.

Many young wizards who have already finished their homework are sharing today's news with their friends around the fireplace.

The Weasley Twins and Hermione are among them.

"I can't imagine you're being so them, Anthony?"

"We're from the same academy, and we're friends."

Hermione had clearly listened to the twins' nonsense, and as soon as he stepped into the armchair, he was scolded by a slap in the face.

"Don't listen to their sophistry, Hermione." He found a place to sit down, put the textbook in his hand, looked at the little witch's serious face and said, "I took a huge risk, okay?" ”

"If they don't make a dime, I'll lose two hundred gold Galleons!"

"But..."

Young Hermione, who didn't have much knowledge in business, just instinctively felt that what Anthony said seemed to make sense.

"Alright, so be it! I'll tell you a secret. He said to the twins.

"What's the secret?"

George and Fred, who were still sulking, replied lazily.

Anthony was unimpressed, and he leaned over, picked up the lazy Shylock from the ground, and stroked its neck in a godfather's style.

"I bet you've been to most of Hogwarts."

"Of course! There's no place we can't go! ”

The Weasley Twins, holding the map of the live spots, replied confidently.

They had traveled all over Hogwarts in the last year, and he had almost finished exploring the castle except for some very hidden places, such as the Room of Requirement, which were magically protected.

"Then you must not have been to the principal's office!" Anthony raised his eyebrows, took a long breath, and continued to seduce: "Want to know, the password of the office?" ”

"You know?" Fred quickly sat up and stared at him.

Soon, though, he sounded that this morning Anthony had said that it was Dumbledore who had taken him to Hogsmeade, and it would not be strange if he knew the password from the Headmaster's office.

"It's useless, the password will change!"

"Nope." Anthony shook his head, looked at them with a dark face, and said, "Dumbledore's passwords are usually very easy to guess, and you may not know that his passwords are almost always candy names. ”

"Chilled lemon juice, cockroach piles, toffee finger cakes, and bee candy are all his usual passwords."

"You just need to try one by one, and you will always have great luck and find the right one."

"Really?" George and Fred looked at each other, looking at Anthony with rather unnatural eyes.

How do you know?

It's been so long since school started, what have you been thinking about all day?

"Bet on a Siko!"

"Deal!" The twins said in unison.

"We're going to try it tonight." The twins rubbed their hands together excitedly, eager to try, and they were never short of 'adventurous spirit'.

And Anthony, who was on the side, continued to touch Shylock's little head. Crossing Erlang's legs, he looked at Hermione leisurely.

Your cat is so cute!

He was glad to see these two guys go and make trouble for Dumbledore.

Who let the old headmaster pretend to be a riddler in front of him today!

Hum!

The Riddler must die!

"I'll go to the library to return the books!"

Hermione, who was on the side, rarely snatched Shylock back from Anthony's hand, but held a stack of books on her legs, and suddenly got up and walked towards the entrance of the common room.

The remaining three didn't care at all. Hermione was always like that, going out early and returning late.

Maybe this is the life of a scholar!

It's just that they didn't notice at all, the corners of the little witch's mouth suddenly arced strangely, her expression was even more hideous, and her eyes were full of the reflection of another person.

"Candy name?"

"Hmph, it's you, Dumbledore!"

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