Hogwarts Melon Eater

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Anna yawned and walked out of the auditorium with sleepy eyes, and flexibly passed a hurried little badger on her side so that the toast bread she was holding in her hand would not fall to the ground.

“That’s it,” she was nodded perfunctorily, forced to listen to Belinda who was walking next to her chattering since early in the morning.

“You said you saw Harry Potter? He was locked in a fairy tale book?” Belinda frowned her delicate eyebrows, “Anna Lawrence! I can’t believe it, you actually made your own night There is such a ridiculous reason for not returning home! Too low-level!”

“Yes…Yes,” Anna didn’t want to argue with the stubborn Belinda early in the morning, she continued to be nodded, “That’s really ridiculous, oh, actually I went to see Grindelwald and participated in the Hogwarts visit Volunteer activities for lonely elderly people… well, should it be legal education activities to be precise?”

“Then protected…rare animals?” Animagus really cherishes it enough. After all, this Transfiguration Spell is really difficult to learn and requires a certain amount of innate talent. Not to mention, Patronus must be an ordinary animal.

Dumbledore is not Animagus, mainly because his Patronus is a Phoenix, not an ordinary animal.

“Who?” Belinda widened her eyes angrily. “Grindelwald?! The Grindelwald I thought of?” She akimbo, thinking Anna was lying to her, and laughed so angry, “Oh, I see you are still there. Dreaming!”

Anna shrugged, “I really didn’t wake up much,” she scratched her messy long brown hair, trying to change the subject, “Seriously, do we really want to take a seat so early?” [ 19459002]

It is less than eight o’clock, and the young wizard who eats breakfast in the auditorium is sparse. Anna feels that the once-a-year Quidditch match may not be as attractive as the young wizard in Hogwarts—

Of course, this is only Anna’s opinion, because she is not very interested in Quiddich,’a group of people in the Mobiliarbus in the sky is too dangerous to look at, so there are still people interested in the entertainment project that mom sees playing…’ [ 19459002]

Belinda was lightly snorted, and pointed to the funnel on the side of the oak gate that recorded the house points, “Look at this, what do you see?”

“Four funnels, the number of green gems and blue gems is equal, and the yellow gems are quite satisfactory but there is no shortage of hope for winning…red…” Anna emptied her eyes, huh? “How come red is so little?!”

The funnel belonging to Gryffindor is slightly thin, and a dozen poor rubies are piled up at the bottom as if they have lost their luster.

Belinda walked to a hanging screen next to the hourglass, “That’s because a few Gryffindor people did something stupid last night. They tried to sleep in the Quiddich stadium, so that they don’t have to get up early in the morning to take up a place— —As a result, I was caught by Filch, who was already prepared, and deducted a lot of house points—”

“Professor McGonagall’s angry face is blue!” Belinda chuckled, as if his brain made up for Professor McGonagall’s expression of “strongly suppressing anger”.

“Wait…” Anna caught the strange part of Belinda’s words, “Why did Filch be prepared?”

Belinda showed a triumphant expression, “Who knows then? Come, take you through a fresh secret passage.”

She touched the “sleeping witch” hanging picture on the wall. The blue clothed witch in the picture slowly opened her eyes, and her voice was like a cold in a low, muffled voice, “You are not as good as I thought Love me, or you can tell me, what is my favorite food?”

“Red sausage and gravy,” Belinda said confidently, the blue clothed witch face ruddy, slightly lifted the skirt, and turned away from the frame, Belinda couldn’t help showing off to Anna, “It’s awesome, I’m sure no who can find this secret passage!”

Anna raised her eyebrows, “Red sausage and gravy”? This code is really not that easy to guess, “How did you find it?” She followed Belinda into the portrait, and almost instantly, she found that she had reached the central courtyard. If they followed the normal path, they had to start from The gap of the wooden door squeezed out, passed through the entrance courtyard, ran over the viaduct next to it, and then passed through another house building to reach the central courtyard.

Using this secret passage saves a lot of time.

“One night I heard the painting crying, saying that Sir Beard who moved the stairs didn’t love her at all, and didn’t even know what she likes to eat,” Belinda dragged Anna across the central courtyard to Quiddich. stadium, “I was just bored, so I went to the spiral staircase on a whim to find the bearded jazz-finally I found a painting of a bearded man with a dog. He told me that witch likes to eat red sausage and gravy.” [19459002 ]

“hmph, it couldn’t be easier to find secret passage!” Belinda was obviously proud and didn’t want to be too obvious, but in fact it couldn’t be more obvious.

Anna speeded up and barely kept pace with Belinda. She had heard a lot of movement from the arena, “Merlin’s beard! We are still late! There must be no place next to Professor Snape… oh The place next to Professor Jacob must be gone too! Damn! The women!”

Anna was a bit grateful, she didn’t want to be next to Professor Snape, who is “the poison tongue that can read the mind”, and she didn’t want to be next to Professor Kowalski who “reads the mind inadvertently”. Her secrets are so many that it is not a little bit. , Occlumency does not have Small Accomplishment yet, and Anna does not want to take too much risk.

“Unlucky, I can only sit in the lower position,” Belinda pointed to the erected wooden towers, “the upper position is occupied…” Her eyes twitched. After a few laps, “Maybe I can buy a place?”

As soon as Belinda had this idea, he heard an exclamation from one of the high wooden towers, “Be careful!” On the tower, fortunately, Professor Flitwick arrived in time and waved the wand to let the young wizard return to the ground safely.

This accident caused Belinda to temporarily dispel the idea of ​​sitting on a high platform. She didn’t want to go up and be squeezed into a stinky sweat, and she didn’t want to accidentally fall from the tower. She knew that her floating technique was not even considered That’s great.

“Anna!” The pink-haired Nymphadora gasping for breath ran from Professor Sprout’s vegetable field, holding a few fresh magic cucumbers-it seems she just went to the vegetable field and ransacked it.

“Come, take it!” She enthusiastically stuffed Anna and Belinda a few fresh cucumbers, “Just picked! Very delicious!” Anna and Belinda looked at the vegetables in their hands somewhat helpless, but still Thank you politely.

Nymphadora’s friend Shirley ran from a distance, also holding a pile of magic cucumbers in his hands, with a panic expression on her face, “Dora! Will we really be caught by Professor Sprout?” [ 19459002]

“No, Shirley, no,” Nymphadora shrugged indifferently. “Professor Sprout is a good person. I have seen many professors and students go to the vegetable garden to pick vegetables to eat. Once I met Headmaster Dumbledore. Wearing a big straw hat, standing in the vegetable field like a scarecrow…cough, picking vegetables—”

“He told me that as long as I didn’t hollow out most of the vegetable field in the name of teaching like the previous Potions’ Professor-that’s okay, the broad-minded Professor Sprout would not care about the fresh cucumber.” [ 19459002]

“ka-cha,” Nymphadora took a crisp bite, “It’s great!”

Anna looked at the cucumber faintly flashing a little silver light from the fracture, and felt a little weird. She is frowned, and Professor Sprout really doesn’t mind everyone going to her vegetable garden to steal food?

A lot of melon thieves came out of Sprout’s vegetable field one after another. They talked and laughed, “ka-cha” crisply, talking about the crispness and deliciousness of cucumber, while moved towards stadium.

Anna has a hunch.

Tonight’s Hogwarts toilet must be overcrowded.