After a burst of laughter like silver bells, Sylvie returned to the form of a fairy elf, flying up and down around Aini.
Today's experience was a novel one for her. It turned out that this was the "acting" that Aini mentioned last night. It was so fun.
"Hehe, it seems not as difficult as I thought."
Sylvie sat on the little swing that had just grown and swayed back and forth. After waking up from her deep sleep, the forest fairy became more and more emotionally rich, closer to a flesh-and-blood creature than to some majestic existence.
.
"It's your talent."
Aini gave a heartfelt compliment.
Ten minutes on stage, ten years of hard work off stage.
Even though it was only a few minutes, they practiced for a full two hours.
He originally thought that the forest elves were far away from the world, and it might be difficult to act with him. In fact, Sylvie herself didn't have much confidence during the practice, and in the end she just managed to pass.
Every movement and the tone of every sentence needs to be taught by Aini little by little. After all, Sylvie has never been exposed to these before.
Who would have thought that in actual operation, she performed so smoothly that Aini almost thought she was really possessed by the goddess of the underworld?
Like it.
Aini was in no hurry to go back after performing the whole show, and just talked to Sylvie about interesting things about the outside world in the forest. Yan Yan's laughter kept circulating in the treetops, making the dark environment around him brighter.
Laughter can illuminate people's hearts, and the sun gives us warmth.
But sometimes, this "warmth" can scare people.
On the small pink bed, Hermione lazily opened her eyes, feeling so comfortable under the warm sunshine.
Unfortunately, as the angle between the sun and the ground becomes smaller, it is not so warm...
Wait, angle?
The girl looked up at the sun...
"Oh, my God."
Hermione crawled out of bed and hurriedly put on her wizard robe. Now she was just glad that she didn't change into pajamas yesterday, otherwise the process of getting up would be even more troublesome.
It’s too late to clean up your personal hygiene, but even in the smallest details of life, magic can still show its superiority.
"Clean up."
Hermione picked up the wand and pointed it at herself, not caring about smoothing her messy hair, and ran out in a hurry.
After running out of the tent, there was no obstruction to the sun hanging high in the sky. Hermione could easily calculate the current time by referring to the relevant content in astronomy.
At half past ten, the error is no more than a quarter of an hour, which means they missed the first class in the morning...
She actually skipped class because she slept in, and the girl almost burst into tears. She really wished that today was Saturday, but unfortunately she remembered clearly that tomorrow and the next two days would be her rest days...
"Harry, get up quickly, class is already in session."
Ron turned over and muttered: "Let's take a nap after class..."
Wait, what did I hear just now?
Go to class?
Class!
"Harry, wake up quickly...ah!"
The boy called his friend and tried to get up from the bed as usual, but he forgot that they were sleeping on the sofa now...
Ron rubbed his shoulder, which was knocked to the ground, and raised his hand to slap Harry with a grin.
"Get up quickly. If Professor McGonagall catches us today, we will be finished."
Staying out all night and skipping school, if they were locked up for this, Ron believed that his "good" third brother would definitely write something and help his dear brother get a shouting letter back from his mother!
Harry raised his head sleepily. The medicine given by Ani yesterday was very effective. After Ron snored, he was still looking outside and counting the stars. It was almost two o'clock when he fell asleep.
After Ron repeated what he had just said, the boy finally woke up and hurried to the toilet.
"Wait a minute, Ron, I'll be right back."
It was easier for them to get up than Hermione. The girl finally changed her coat, and the two of them didn't even take off their wizard robes.
"Okay, hurry up, I need to go to the toilet too."
Ron replied absently. He just found that the wand rolled under the sofa and Scabbers was gone.
"Ouch!"
He just struggled to lift the sofa when he was startled by the exclamation coming from the bathroom. If it had been Mr. Arthur, he would probably have reached his waist.
"Harry!"
Hearing his friend's scream, Ron dropped the sofa and ran to the bathroom.
"Bang."
"Ah!"
As soon as they entered and exited, before the red-haired boy could react while he was sprinting, their foreheads hit each other hard.
Harry pinched the bridge of his nose. He had just reacted, but it was a pity that Ron rushed too quickly...
To be honest, the boy was a little touched when he saw his friend so worried about him. The few tears he shed were nothing in comparison, but the problem was...
I accidentally peed my pants when I didn’t have a change of clothes, and my friend caught me in the act. Is there any other way besides fainting?
It is still only 1992. According to the original trajectory, the world's first smartphone will be released next year. However, Capay is currently uniting ancient families in many countries to try to introduce a special bill, which will be jointly implemented by the Ministry of Magic of many countries.
Responding to huge threats that could shake up the Secrecy Act.
If the action goes well, the smartphone interview may be postponed for decades. Maybe Harry will not know what "waiting online" is until he becomes a grandfather, and naturally he will not have the idea of asking for help from omnipotent netizens. p>
Under the threat of social death, Harry's mind became surprisingly bright.
When Ron raised his head, he was already standing in front of the sink and started splashing water on his body. No, it was to wash his face, but in the process, he splashed a little too much water...
In fact, magic can solve this problem very easily, but when he realized this, it was too late to learn the cleaning spell...
"Clean up."
When the two went out, they saw Hermione waiting aside, while Ani kept casting spells on the lawn at the edge of the woods.
"What is he doing?"
Ron walked beside the girl and asked, they passed by there yesterday and didn't find anything special.
"Maybe there's something dirty. Aini said we'll go there after he's done with it. Fox will take us to the castle."
The girl took a step to the right as if nothing had happened, and seemed to suddenly become interested in the stone beside her.
"What's so special about this thing?"
The boy followed closely and looked at the stone on the ground that the girl was staring at. It seemed to be just an ordinary bluestone with nothing special about it.
Seeing Ron approaching, Hermione frowned. Just at this time, Ani had finished cleaning the lawn, and the little witch hurried over, and the two boys quickly followed.
The three of them all felt a little strange. Aini felt something was wrong. His face seemed paler than Harry's last night. He also wore a scarf around his neck. The color was similar to Quirrell's. It was also the same.
It exudes a strange smell.
The little wizards couldn't tell the difference, but Peter, who secretly poked his head out of his pocket, knew very well that it smelled of blood, human blood.
When the three of them came closer, Aini twitched the corners of his mouth and touched the front door of Harry's pants and Ron's pocket. What did these two naughty boys smell like? Did they sleep in the toilet last night?