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Chapter 217 Senior Sisters' Experience in Potions Class

Early the next morning, Hermione Granger, who was tired from crying the night before, rarely stayed in bed, even though this day was theoretically the first day of classes for the new semester at Hogwarts.

When Elena was awakened by the good biological clock she developed in the orphanage, Miss Beaver was still curled up in the quilt reluctantly, motionless as if sealed on the bed by magic... even though the quilt wrapped around her had been

Elena beside him was lifted away.

"Get up, Hermione."

"Let me sleep a little longer, just five minutes."

The little brown-haired Luoli lay on the soft bed and squirmed and struggled twice. With half-closed eyes, he reached out and grabbed the quilt in the air. He raised his head from the pillow with a blank expression, and a crystalline silk thread was pulled between the corner of his mouth and the pillow.

, and then fell heavily back onto the pillow less than half a second later, muttering that he wanted to continue sleeping.

Okay, it looks like we need to step up our game.

Elena sighed helplessly, and simply took down the clock decorated with a kitten (little lion) on the bedside dresser, set it back an hour, placed it in front of Hermione, pushed the girl, and then

He said in a slightly anxious voice.

"Don't stay in bed, Hermione, we're going to be late if you don't get up. This is your first day of class."

Late? What time...

When poor little Hermione opened her eyes again and glanced at the clock on the pillow, and saw that the time had moved to half past eight without realizing it, she almost jumped out of bed at once and jumped out of bed with bare feet.

She hurriedly started washing up - for Hermione, who expected to be a top student, being late on the first day of classes was a terrible start.

After hastily putting on the Gryffindor house robe, Hermione, with her messy brown hair, was trying hard to tie her tie. Her somewhat chaotic brain finally began to wake up. The girl suddenly stopped what she was doing.

He stared in confusion at the white-haired dumpling who was sitting on the bed and leisurely playing with the clock.

"Elena, what are you doing?"

"Of course you have to change the time, otherwise it will be bad if you forget it later."

Elena shrugged and explained calmly, "Why are you still looking at me? Aren't you going to comb your hair today?"

As she spoke, the little mixed-race Veela raised her hand to demonstrate and gently brushed the long silver hair on her shoulders. The girl's waterfall-like silver hair instantly fell neatly behind her, with a sullen expression on her face.

It goes without saying.

"..."

Hermione, who looked like a little lion with blown-out hair, twitched her eyes. She lowered her head and glanced at the socks on her feet that were worn in different heights due to her rush. Then she looked at the other girls who were still sleeping around her, and raised her eyebrows gently.

One jump...and then another jump.

"Kaslana, you are dead today!"

The next second, without any hesitation, Hermione waved the gold-red tie in her hand and rushed towards the white-haired dumpling with a stinking expression on the bed, and accurately scratched Elena's waist with both hands.

——She always remembered that Elena's waist was super sensitive. The last time she accidentally touched it, Elena almost went soft to the ground.

"Ah hahaha... don't touch my waist, be careful I bite!"

"Baimao Tuanzi, even if you scream your voice out today, I won't let you go...ah! Don't touch anything!"

Accompanied by the girls' cheerful screams and slapstick, the rest of the little lion cubs who were sleeping all woke up one after another, rubbing their eyes, sitting on the bed in a daze, or looking at the two little lions with interest.

Little Luoli playing around.

Most of the Gryffindor students were not surprised by Elena's sudden appearance.

In fact, since Elena led Hufflepuff House into a fight with Slytherin House, her popularity among Gryffindor House has increased compared to the mixed reviews among Hufflepuff House.

It's simply outrageous. Whether it's a Gryffindor boy or a girl, this legendary first-year man who defeated dozens of Slytherin Quidditch players head-on (ok, the rumors are naturally a bit exaggerated)

The little witch was full of good impressions.

Not to mention, since Professor McGonagall used magic to create a bed for Elena in the girls' dormitory, in the eyes of many young wizards in Gryffindor House, Elena has actually become a

A complete Gryffindor - he just accidentally got into Badger House (Hufflepuff House) because of his super ability to cause trouble.

"Huh, I'll forgive you this time."

"What are you talking about? I haven't even used 10% of my strength."

After the two of them had been fighting on the bed for a while, the slightly thin-skinned Hermione was still unable to continue fighting with Elena on the bed in the presence of many senior sisters. After snorting softly as a truce signal,

He stood up and walked to the full-length mirror, and began to rearrange his clothes and deal with his messed up tie.

It has to be said that after this fight, all the depression that had been pent up in Hermione's heart was vented. Even if the other students in the same grade continued to alienate her in the following time, she felt that it was not so embarrassing.

Things that people care about and feel uncomfortable about.

"Speaking of which, I was almost deceived by you just now - our first-year Gryffindors have no classes in the morning, and our first class on Monday won't start until the afternoon Herbology class. But, Elena, you

It should be different, right?”

"Well, my main course schedule still follows the pace of Hufflepuff House."

Elena, who was still sitting on the bed, nodded, took out the class schedule from the pocket of the robe hanging on the chair and looked at it, "The first and second periods are both Potions classes, and the two classes are held together for a whole morning.

Ravenclaw together."

"Potions class?"

A senior girl in the next bed curiously raised her left arm and said sympathetically, "The first class of school is Professor Snape's Potions class. You are so pitiful. I suggest you don't wear anything on your body."

Here goes the Gryffindor house robes, otherwise you might end up being sacrificed in Potions class on the first day of school at Hogwarts."

"What's going on in Potions class? Senior Aria."

Hermione, who was changing clothes, couldn't help but feel a little nervous when she heard this.

Even according to the class schedule, they had to wait until Friday morning for the first Potions class. However, this did not prevent her from being frightened by the sinister tone in the mouth of the senior Aria.

"Because that's Professor Snape: the headmaster of Slytherin, the holder of the record for deducting the highest number of Gryffindor house points in the history of Hogwarts. According to our experience, so far,

There is no Gryffindor who has not received points from him in class."

Aaliya said with a serious face, her tone was helpless and frustrated.

"Why?" Hermione felt that there was no logic at all and asked curiously, "Even a school professor cannot deduct students' scores at will without any reason. As long as we work hard..."

"impossible."

Hearing the conversation topics of several people, the tall Angelina Johnson, who had just returned from the bathroom after washing up, shook her head and said unceremoniously, "For example, once you make a mistake in configuring the potion,

Then as long as he discovers it, he will definitely be deducted from one point to five points."

"There's nothing to complain about, right? It just shows that Professor Snape has stricter requirements." Hermione spread her hands.

"That's true, but even if you don't have any operational problems, there will be various reasons for deducting points. For example, if the students around you make mistakes in their operations, sometimes points will be deducted——"

Aria recalled it for a moment, her face looked a little ugly, and she curled her lips and imitated Snape's tone:

"'Why didn't you think of reminding your classmates to avoid such low-level operational errors? Do you think that using your classmates' mistakes to set off your own success is something worth showing off?' Then, even if the operational mistakes are made,

It’s Slytherin House, so the point deduction is usually from the Gryffindor sitting next to you.”

"Then, as long as we remind the surrounding students in time so that everyone can pass the level smoothly, then it will be fine." Hermione looked around at the serious-looking seniors around her, blinked and asked curiously.

"'Don't whisper in my class, five points will be deducted from Gryffindor.' This is already the best result. After all, Professor Snape is relatively gentle for girls."

Angelina said with a scared look, "If they are boys, like George and Fred, you can ask them later how many times Professor Snape grabbed their heads and knocked them together."

As the girls talked, more and more senior Gryffindor girls gathered around, rushing to tell the surrounding Gryffindor freshmen about the Potions Professor.

Horrible deeds.

"Not only that, but especially remember not to ask questions that the professor has said before. Otherwise - 'Didn't you just listen to me? Because you are not paying attention, you will waste the precious time of the whole class.' -

—Of course Professor Snape will answer relevant questions, but after some explanations, points will be deducted almost 100% of the time."

"But if you don't ask questions, you will also get points deducted. You have forgotten that once we all agreed not to ask any questions. As a result, before the end of get out of class, we were all labeled as arrogant and arrogant. The whole class was like Gryffin. Most of them were deducted five points.”

"..."

"Well, let's put it this way... If you have a problem, you will die. If you don't ask a question, you will die. If you ask a question, you will die. If you don't ask a question, you will die. Then the people around you should have the same success. Otherwise, if you remind you, you will die. If you don't remind you, you will die.

?”

Elena scratched her cheek, summed up the experiences of the senior Gryffindor sisters, and hesitated whether to change her clothes into Hufflepuff uniforms.

So, it seems that the only way is to find a way to mix up a set of Slytherin's house uniform, and then put it on as a lab coat before going to Potions class?

Wait... not necessarily.

Elena lowered her head and looked at the golden lion on her chest, and then at the little beaver whose expression was on the verge of collapse. If she remembered correctly, according to the plot of the original book, since Harry entered school, at least in the first few school years,

Gryffindor will 100% win the final House Cup because of the favoritism of an unscrupulous headmaster.

So according to this logic, as long as she wears Gryffindor's college uniform, she can actually flirt with professors in various subjects with confidence - no matter how many points are deducted, Dumbledore will find a way to add them back... That should be it.

?

If you think about it carefully, why did you suddenly feel a strong desire to break things?

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