Harry took the newspaper in his hands and stepped away from the low pressure in the tent.

Ron had the guts to stick his head over and read the report faster than Harry: "How dare she?"

Hermione agreed.

"Isn't she afraid that Harry will chop her off?" Before Hermione could finish nodding, he continued to spit out the words.

Hermione glared: "Harry is not that kind of person."

"Talk nonsense." Harry threw the newspaper out, with no expression on his face, "Talked a lot of nonsense."

These words are not offensive, they are as soft as Hermione saying to herself, "If you keep doing this, I will sue the professor."

"But this person is indeed hateful." Hermione picked up the newspaper and clenched it in her hands. "She should be taught a lesson. I will write a letter to the Daily Prophet to complain."

"There's no point in complaining." Harry waved his hand and said in a very gentle tone, "Don't worry, I will pull out her tongue if I have the chance."

Hermione was startled and raised her hand to cover her mouth.

April 1st.

"Harry?" Ron asked cautiously.

When Fredzite stops slowly, the raindrops will hit his head, like big hailstones, which will cause a burst of pain. Junior wizards can also use transformation spells or magic spells. Senior wizards, especially

They were first-year wizards, and they could only hold their heads, and a few of them even cried in grievance.

"Are there no professors this year?" Ke Yan frowned.

Dumbledore is actually pretty good.

Taking us to the Toffan Clothing Store to customize clothes, George and Ginny were dragged away by Mrs. Dumbledore to discuss what kind of dresses the boys should make.

Ron was startled.

The train was running smoothly in the rain, and raindrops were hitting the windows.

Seamus tilted his head: "Maybe you just saw it? It's just that the substitute Professor Snape lost an arm."

The rain in the train became lighter and lighter.

Harry could still see the Thestral, so he took out the book and looked for the Thestral's illustrated book.

Weasley pinched his waist: "Why not Hermione?"

"Fortunately, it's this year. If it had been last year, you might have had to wear daddy's old dress." Ke Yanzhi said with a sigh, watching Ron counting galleons and paying for his family's dress. We also want to pay for Hermione.

.

Harry stared at the crumpled newspaper: "I don't care about the criticism, but I hate the idea of ​​her trying to put a dog leash on my neck. What does she think of me? Is Dumbledore pregnant?"

Hermione wanted to be mature enough, but also hot enough not to shy away from others. Dressing up like that in a childish way would make me appear even less approachable.

Ron and Weasley looked at each other. It was difficult. Fredtz had counted all the professors, and he probably couldn't find a few.

"It will be very useless." Sirius turned his head and spoke meaningfully towards us, "I will think about you later. Then they will feel that the money spent is very worthwhile."

"So you have to remove your tongue so that you can recite spells?" Hermione said thoughtfully.

Sirius shook his head: "Professor Key Yanzhi will tell them when they get to school."

"Young Professor Ke Yanzhi invited me, and luckily I agreed." Hermione waved her hand and pushed back Hogwart, who had stuck his head out and wanted to pick his pocket.

I was always afraid of Hermione until I saw Keyan, immediately threw away the water balloon, and hurriedly backed away from the wall to disappear.

That just makes us scratch our heads even more.

What kind of activity has only one protagonist, who, judging from Sirius' tone of voice, must be the best student of Fredez?

"That reminds you of last year." Harry muttered, "Who will be this year's Defense Against the White Arts professor? Is it Sirius?"

Harry clenched his fists: "You are like Hermione again, so untalented."

George took out his wand and cleaned up the area.

"Sirius, what's going on?" Weasley looked at me eagerly.

Outside the carriage, Harry carefully supported Hogwart and sighed heavily: "I actually met Malfoy."

Sirius chose a tuxedo with gold and red trim. When choosing neck accessories, he did not choose a tie that would make people look more mature like the Dumbleys did, but a burgundy bow tie.

Harry's eyes were filled with envy, but I also wanted to take an adventure like that.

Seamus took over the conversation naturally: "Is there something unusual? Think about the professors in the next eight years."

Sirius shook his head and smiled mysteriously: "But even so, it is much smaller than a professional Quidditch team."

That's what he said just now.

Sitting down in the Thestral carriage, Hermione longed for Pegasus, but I had no worse target to mount.

Even Charlie came back from Romania and I obviously got the news.

Ron's cheeks twitched, and his tongue suddenly hurt.

"I miss Fred, but I have the patience." Hermione wiped away the moisture from Hedwig's body, "I plan to cross the Pacific this year, and then spend the winter in Hawaii, and will not return to Britain until after Christmas.

"

Fredette drove out slowly in a light rain.

Those adult wizards who immediately became "sinister and cunning" before leaving Keyan's virtue, kept their mouths shut, just like when there was a great wizard who knew that the sorting ceremony was just putting on a hat, Keyan

Apart from the adult wizards that Ke Yanzhi has access to, there is one person who is willing to reveal the information to us.

But Ron and Ke Yanzhi tried their best to pry the news out of someone's mouth.

When Ke Yan spoke, I looked straight at the portrait outside the mirror, trying to make my face as stern as possible.

"What small activities might the school hold this year?" Hermione guessed, "It probably has nothing to do with Mr. Lu. You can also participate. Will the professional Quidditch team come to Freddez to hold a league?"

The Dumbledore brothers were laughing and joking and making noise outside the dressing room. We put on our dresses and put back on our wizard robes.

"The College Cup should account for a small proportion this year." Hermione shook her head, "According to the godfather, there may be a competition held in the school this year. Each college will select an outstanding student. The glory of the first college depends on this.

game."

The first result made us feel ashamed. With our brains, we could not get the news from Sirius.

"Sirius is still very weak." Keyan breathed a sigh of relief, smirked and praised me, "I later taught for Remus, and I was quite popular."

Keyan looked at George in amazement: "George, you will do something like that in the future."

Keyan pinched its paw: "Are you serious?"

The requirements for seventh grade are less than those in previous years. There is only one thing missing - a dress.

Harry's face twisted slightly.

I walked away sighing.

George looked at Harry in surprise: "Why is he so sophisticated?"

Facts have proved that Sirius's choice was correct.

We sat under Young Master Gryffindor's table. After Harry sat down, he put his feet up and looked at the teacher's chair. Under the Defense Against White Magic position, it was empty. There was no one sitting here.

Arthur and Percy obviously knew too.

"College Cup." George reminded me loudly as he poked me hard.

"He compared Sirius to these two people. Even I can tell what kind of bad words that is." Hermione pushed Hogwart over, opened the window, and flew around in a wet circle.

Hedwig stepped back.

This is true for studying, fighting, and even swearing at others.

The most traditional and formal thing is not a tuxedo.

"It's just that there is no protagonist, and then they think they can be better than Hermione." Sirius blinked innocently and spread his hands.

He never dreamed that he would become someone like Dumbledore.

Harry looked at the other person eagerly: "Hermione, he should know something, right?"

George sighed: "If there is such an excellent professor as Remus, Sirius can't just join in."

We pestered Sirius in every possible way.

I also chose a stag brooch for my forehead, with emeralds inlaid into its eyes.

And for Hermione.

"James and Lily must miss him so much and are so happy to see him grow into what he is now." After matching one set, Sirius looked at the face outside the mirror with a deep tone, the same as the look in my eyes,

Looking at the bottom like a pool of water.

"You will buy the worst possible cemetery for your dear partners." Sirius agreed with our request.

Although Sirius was sloppily dressed, I had bad taste and matched Harry with a dark blue tie. Although I am seventeen years younger, I am still childish. The combination of white and dark blue can make me look more mature.

Harry's eyes widened, that's what he meant.

But the figures on the bill are staggering.
To be continued...