At the same time, in the office of the Ancient Demon Professor.

Professor Barburing had already thrown his coat on the table and replaced the jeans that showed off his good figure for loose-fitting trousers.

As a bloodline who has lived for hundreds of years but still pursues fashion, she is completely different from her fellow European people who like to sleep in coffins.

Professor Barburing has always been about how to enjoy how to come, how to be comfortable.

If it weren't for the fact that for some reason, she had signed a contract with the sinister and cunning headmaster at the time, Professor Barburing wouldn't even think about taking the Ancient Magic Script.

After changing his clothes, Professor Barblin lay down on the bed without an image.

The sneakers and socks were also thrown out by Professor Barbling, and a pair of white calves and delicate feet dangled in mid-air, hitting each other.

"Albus, that little guy didn't lie to me this time,"

Professor Barburing muttered, picking up a mirror from the bedside table,

"It's strange, he obviously likes to deceive people so much."

She tapped lightly on the edge of the mirror and shouted without any image, "Albus! Bub! Hurry up and get out! ”

The two-way mirror lit up, and Professor Dumbledore's face appeared in the mirror.

"Albus, you didn't lie to me today?" Professor Babling didn't say hello either, and came up straight to the point.

Professor Dumbledore looked puzzled and smiled bitterly, "Bathida, where did I deceive you?" ”

"Oh? Do you want me to settle the ledger for you? As soon as Professor Babling raised his hand, a small notebook flew over the table.

She shook the black-covered notebook in front of the mirror, and opened it with a wicked smile and read a page:

"In April 1898, an unknown red-haired, blue-eyed Gryffindor prefect and president of the student council came to me with an unknown blonde boy from Durmstrang."

"During this time, the two told me that they were in true love and wanted to use the resurrection stone as a ring to prove ......"

"Stop, stop!" Professor Dumbledore shouted to stop, his old face flushed,

"Bathida, I was immature at that time, please forget about it."

"People have to look forward, after I became the principal, when did I deceive you?"

Professor Barburing leaned the mirror against the bedside table and covered half of his face with his small notebook.

Her eyes blinked, shining.

Your black material is all in my hands, so I ask you if you are afraid?

Professor Dumbledore looked at the contents and couldn't help but have another headache.

"I've written down all the bad things you young people have done," Professor Babling said, humming a little song, looking very happy,

"Do you need me to help you remember? Dear Headmaster Albus Dumbledore? ”

Professor Dumbledore wisely changed the subject:

"So what did you contact me about? Don't tell me just to tease me. ”

"It's nothing, I'm just sighing that you're right, that Harley Potter is indeed a good seedling."

Professor Barburing threw the notebook aside, picked up the mirror and turned over, "There are finally two good students in this class who are suitable for studying ancient magic texts. ”

"That's good, congratulations." Professor Dumbledore's face returned to his face.

"By the way, I told you one thing last time," Professor Babling struggled to recall, "I seem to have told you about the holidays, and several of the Blood's old antiques have awakened. ”

"Later, I reconnoitred their movements, but their awakening should have something else to do with the war you feared."

"After all, they have that natural flaw that hasn't been repaired, and when I peep, it feels like they are a little ...... Panic and fear? ”

"Really? I know. Professor Dumbledore's face suddenly became serious, "Thank you very much, Patsida. ”

After the two ended the call, Professor Babling tossed the mirror and looked at the ceiling.

In fact, she also had a vague sense of foreboding.

……

The first Saturday after school started, however, was even busier.

She had planned to sleep in, visit Hagrid at ten o'clock, and sneak into the Forbidden Forest with her unknown black dog godfather.

In the afternoon, she had to go to the Transfiguration Club, and in the evening, she would have to catch up with Professor Snape.

But before dawn, Harley was dragged out of bed by Angelina.

This is Wood's last year at school, and with two consecutive championships in the previous two years, Wood is completely in a frenzy.

After graduating, he was ready to find a professional club in England and become a professional Quidditch player.

If you can win three consecutive championships in the school league at Hogwarts and create a dynasty, it will definitely be a big plus.

So Wood couldn't wait to set up his tactics on the first weekend.

But he miscalculated. After winning the second in a row, the Weasley twins had expected Wood to do just that.

They colluded with Angelina, Arya and Katie in advance, and planned to hang Wood up when he entered the locker room, and negotiate for their legal rights.

So, Harley, who was an early riser, hugged her broomstick and watched in amazement as Captain Wood's left foot stepped into the locker room when he was tied up with three ropes and pressed to the ground by the Weasley twins.

After a long morning of negotiations, Wood tearfully signed the unequal treaty, which greatly reduced the training time.

"You're irresponsible to Gryffindor!" Wood burst into tears as he tried to accuse the team of atrocities.

But everyone, including Harley, who didn't get the news in advance, had no sympathy for Wood, especially when they saw Wood's professional team training plan written on several rolls of parchment.

After training, Harley carried her broom and went to Hagrid's hut with Hermione, who had had breakfast and watched her train.

When the two of them walked across the meadow to the door of Hagrid's cabin, they found that the Hippogriff, who had injured Malfoy, was still tethered to the door.

At this time, the doors and windows of Hagrid's hut were closed, and Tooth was lying in the doorway basking in the sun, while Buckbeak was sleeping with his eyes closed.

Sirius, on the other hand, was tearing at a piece of salted meat.

When he saw Harley, he immediately threw the meat aside and ran to Harley with a smoke, his tail wagging like a flower.

And Fangya, who had been lying on Sirius in the distance, also got up in an instant, rushed to his side at a speed comparable to Sirius, and took most of the remaining pieces of salted meat away.

But Sirius doesn't care, how can salted meat be as important as a goddaughter?

Hallie also rubbed Sirius's head and patted it gently.

Hmm, it feels pretty good.

If he is a liar and the real traitor is him, then Harley can also increase his strength a little more and perform a bare-handed opening of the heavenly spirit cover.

(End of chapter)