Game? What game? Chinese Anthony hates to play any game with these guys who are smarter than himself.

However, Olos lured him into taking the bait with a piece of news that he couldn't refuse. Quite helpless, he agreed to her.

And I didn't pursue the diary.

"You're in a daze again, Anthony!" The next day, the three of them, who had spent the morning finishing their homework, finally had a chance to rest for a while.

Ron sat with him in the armchair, chatting.

"Huh? - Hmm! Anthony, who came back to his senses, looked at Ron ignorantly, and after a while, asked, "What about Ginny, does she have..."

"She didn't want to say anything." Ron scrambled.

"Alright then, I see." He sighed, looked at the door of the lounge, and fell into a certain conjecture again.

For the whole afternoon of Sunday, Anthony didn't see Harry or Hermione. The former is nothing more than going to Sirius, while the latter... Maybe Ron was right, Hermione had been a little weird lately.

With a slightly irritable heart. Anthony survived his first week at Hogwarts peacefully. As the sun rises, the sun pours onto the windowsill and a rich scent of grass blows into the bedroom.

The second week of school begins. This week, the first class is Herbology. After learning from the fungus lesson of the previous week, which almost put the little wizard to sleep, Professor Sprout, drawing on his experience, chose the more dangerous mandrake for today's lesson.

Fertilize the mandrake in groups of four. It's not an easy job, and the mandrakes that have been pulled out of the soil don't seem to want to go back.

They resemble the roots of babies, writhing their bodies, their feet wide, their little sharp fists, and their teeth gritted.

It took Anthony and Harry a full ten minutes to stuff a particularly fat doll into a basin. At the end of class, most of the students were sweating profusely and covered in mud.

Exhausted, they rushed back to the castle to take a shower, and then hurried to the transfiguration class. - Transfiguration class.

Professor McGonagall, once again, showed her strict teacher education by asking her students to turn a beetle into a button.

Last year's Transfiguration course turned a match into a needle. This is more than a little bit more difficult.

Harry had been exercising the beetle for the entire lesson. He couldn't light it, and the beetle ran around the table with his wand dodging.

Not to mention Ron. His old wand was linked to the center of the wand. Last week he had used some magic tape to glue his wand together in a piece.

The consequence is that, let alone casting a spell, even if it is taken out normally, the wand will crackle and spark.

Professor McGonagall suggested that he change his wand, but Ron was afraid to send a letter home. He was afraid of receiving another yelling letter.

In the end of the lesson, Hermione was the only one who managed to turn the beetle into a beautiful forehead button, for which Professor McGonagall gave her two points.

As for Anthony... He was a little absent-minded. When Professor McGonagall found out, she reprimanded him severely.

Then, under the professor's nose, Anthony cast a spell casually, but an accident happened, and he didn't know what was wrong, and the poor beetle was killed with a 'bang'.

Professor McGonagall, who was standing on the sidelines the whole time, had a dark face and was immediately a little unhappy. Although she did not deduct points from Anthony.

But he refused to give him a new beetle. At noon, after lunch. Harry pulled them along and hurried to the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom.

I don't know what the professor at school thinks about it, knowing that Gryffindor and Slytherin don't have a good relationship, and they have to take a defense against the dark arts class together, which is a practical class using a wand.

I'm really afraid that they won't be able to fight. Anthony had barely reached the fourth floor when they ran into an ugly, human-like short-haired Slytherin girl around the corner.

"Huh? Isn't this our noble prince, His Royal Highness? I'm sorry to get in your way. Thinking of this kind of yin and yang weirdness, Anthony directly ignores it.

But Pansy didn't seem to give up, as if she knew she couldn't beat Anthony, and she added all the skill points to her mouth.

The chattering yin and yang weirdness them all the way. Until I walked into the classroom, I was still chattering there.

"I said, you don't have that kung fu as well to care about Malfoy, watching him from the moment he enters the classroom, his eyes are on whom, it's more important!"

"Huh?" Pansy didn't react for a moment, and after subconsciously turning her head and glancing at Malfoy, she realized that the eyes of the thing had been on Harry's body all along.

Seriously, Anthony was just joking before. But after he looked at Malfoy a few times, he was surprised to find that whenever Harry appeared, he would immediately turn his attention to Harry.

Like a magnet, he never makes a mistake. Now even he had to wonder if that guy really had a problem with his orientation.

Love?

"Look at what, Malfoy!" Ron also noticed the 'hot' look in his eyes and immediately shouted loudly.

"You have to take care of it!" Malfoy yelled, gave Ron a defiant look, and then withdrew his gaze in a weak manner.

- Uh... What the hell is the inexplicable tsundere. Anthony's heart sank, and his eyes kept looking back and forth between Harry and Malfoy.

Needless to say, everything is clear.

With a bang, the door of the classroom was suddenly pushed in. Then a man who was uninhibited, handsome and charming, with a casual aristocratic air in his gestures, walked in.

"Draco Malfoy deducted five points for hearing you yelling in the classroom just outside the room. I don't understand the rules at all! It's a disgrace to Hogwarts! As soon as he entered, Sirius's slouched voice still rang out, pointing directly at Malfoy.

"Why? Weasley speaks too! ”

"Oh? Is it? Slytherin deducted five more points. Have I allowed you to speak? Hum! Sure enough, there is a kind of student, and there is a dean, what kind of student! Sirius sneered at the entire Slytherin students.

After a week of probing, they all knew that the new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor was simply at odds with Slytherin.

The more he refutes, the more he will only be given an excuse to deduct points. So, they all lowered their heads and gritted their teeth and remained silent.

"Humph!" Sirius snorted coldly, a look of disgust on his face,—— look, this is Snape's students, all of them are bad seeds, huh!

If this kind of thing had been put on them back then, he would have picked up his wand and fought with the professor, and he would have been silent!

But seeing that there was no chance of deducting points, Sirius stopped paying attention to the Slytherin students.

Turning, he stretched out his wand and, with a flick, opened a chest at his feet.