Hogwarts Card Drawer

"Tree guard!" Hermione will always be the first to answer the question. "They are the protectors of trees, and they usually live on the wand tree."

"Ah~~~~" Parvati and Lavender called. Harry was completely angry. Didn’t anyone expect Hagrid to show concern? That little branch is indeed a bit scary, but the salamander and the eagle-eyed winged beast are more interesting, although the tail is blown. The snails are a bit too interesting. "

"Gryffindor adds five points." Professor Grapland said, "Yes, these animals are tree guards. Miss Granger is right. They usually live on trees whose trunks can be used as magic wands."

Cronos has already heard the content of the next course from Mr. Newt. So he doesn't need to worry too much about the O.W.L. exam in the magical animal protection class.

The bell rang after class, and the students walked across the large green grass to the greenhouse. Slytherin's next class is Professor Sprout's herbal medicine class.

Without arousing anyone's surprise, Sprout also started his class by telling the importance of the ordinary wizard title examination.

On the contrary, Cronos hoped that all the teachers would start to stop doing this. Their non-stop narration made him feel uneasy now. He has a feeling of twisting his stomach together and understands how much homework he has to do.

And when Professor Sprout assigned them a paper, this feeling obviously worsened.

Tired of the smell of dragon dung, Professor Sprout introduced a new fertilizer, the Slytherin students lined up and walked back to the tower. After an hour and a half, no one said much; it was another very long day.

Chronos was starving to death, he was about to begin Umbridge's first five o'clock confinement. He didn't even put his schoolbag back in the Slytherin common room, so he went straight to dinner, so that he could put aside what she had left with him.

"Hey, Cronos." Cronos just came to the entrance of the auditorium when he heard a high-pitched voice shout.

"What's the matter?" He muttered impatiently, and turned around to see Hermione Granger. Seeing him like that, he seemed to be furious soon.

"I'll tell you what it is now," she said, walking straight up and poking his chest vigorously with her finger. "How can you be confined on Friday afternoon? Professor Slughorn?"

"What?" Cronos said, "Ah, by the way, the first magic circle class of this semester, right?"

"Now you remember!" Hermione shouted, "Now the Defense Against the Dark Arts class at Hogwarts is useless, and our weekly magic circle class is also given by Professor Slughorn, who loves to play the breeze. It's gone."

"I didn't decide not to go!" Cronos said, he was stabbed by these unjust words. "I was confined by the woman in Umbridge because I told her the truth about the man who couldn't even say the name."

"Well, you can go to him directly and ask him to let you go on Friday. Just say you are Professor Hogwarts or something?" Hermione said emotionally, "I don't want to face the mysterious person. Can't hold it for even a second."

He left menacingly.

"Maybe she won't stay with me for that long." Chronos said to Draco and Daphne who had just sat down.

"How many chances do you think Umbridge will release you on Friday?" Draco sat down next to Cronos and asked.

"Hope is almost zero," Cronos said gloomily, tapping his wand on his plate and eating. "I'd better give it a try, right? I don't know if I put it in a second confinement or something else."

His mouth was full of potatoes, "I hope she won’t leave me too late tonight. You know we have to write three papers, practice the disappearance spell for Professor McGonagall, practice the summoning spell for Professor Ferich, and complete the Bowtruckle diagram. , Started writing three essays by Professor Snape?"

Cronos sighed, and looked up at the ceiling for some reason.

"It looks like it's going to rain." Cronos murmured to himself. Really, this kind of campus life is still very interesting, at least Cronos thinks so.

Five minutes to five o'clock, Cronos said goodbye to the two of them and set off to walk towards the office on the third floor of Umbridge. He just knocked on the door when she heard her cry in a sweet voice, "Come in." He walked in carefully, looking around.

Cronos can be regarded as a long-term visitor here, and Professor Quirrell always exudes a smell of rotten garlic when he is here.

When it was Guidlow Lockhart, all around the room were his selfies and bright, reflective porcelain teeth.

When there was only the third Professor Lupin, this place finally resembled the office of a teacher of Defense Against the Dark Arts. Every time you come in to look for him, you may encounter a very dark evil animal, locked in a cage or box.

Cronos had never been here in the fourth grade, so he didn't know, maybe Harry would know!

Now, it's all different again here. The surface is covered with cloth, and several vases are filled with dried flowers. Each branch is in its own place. A decorative plate is hung on one wall. Each is painted with a huge colorful kitten with a different bow tie around its neck. These are so ugly, Cronos looked at them, and he remembered a little detail in the original work, until Professor Umbridge spoke again.

"Good evening, Mr. Slughorn."

Cronos turned his head subconsciously. He didn't notice her at first, because she was wearing a terrible patterned robe, mixed with the color of the tablecloth behind her.

Fortunately, this awkward atmosphere did not stay for long~www.readwn.com~ The door behind Cronos punctually sounded the sound of "Boom, boom, boom,".

Harry opened the door and walked in. He was also like Chronos, full of curiosity and a touch of shock, a large number of this room he had been most familiar with.

"Ha, it's all here." Cronos said awkwardly.

"Good evening, Professor Umbridge." Harry said unnaturally.

"Okay, sit down," she said, pointing to a small table and a straight chair next to it. There is a piece of black parchment paper ready for him on the table.

There was only one table and chair, and Cronos didn't know who he was talking to.

"Sit down! Mr. Potter." Professor Umbridge said again.

"Well," Harry didn't move. "Professor Umbridge, well, before we start, I want to ask if you can promise me a request?"

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