The White Lord of Hogwarts

Chapter 14 Dumbledore, You'll Regret It
"It was your birthday on the day of the incident?" Ron's focus was obviously different from that of others.

"Yes, that was the most wonderful birthday I've ever had in my life." A happy smile appeared on Harry's face. Although he had been running around that day, it was indeed the happiest day he could remember .

"Then you are younger than me." Ron put the piece of rock cake that almost broke his front tooth back on the table calmly, "I am on March 3st, 1 years old."

"I am also 80 years old." Harry looked at Love, "When is your birthday?"

Love touched his chin, "Ron, I was born one day earlier than you - my birthday is on February 2, a somewhat special day"

Ron's eyes widened: "Then you can only celebrate your birthday every four years?"

Love: ...

"I can celebrate my birthday on February 2, not bad."

After hearing the birthdays of her friends, Hermione raised her chin triumphantly: "I am older than you all, my birthday is September 79, 9!"

"Isn't that very near?" Hagrid, who had been listening to the children chatting with a smile, found that Hermione's birthday was approaching.

"Would you like to come to my place and we will celebrate your birthday?"

Hermione's face became bright red, and she quickly shook her hand, saying that there is no need to make such a grand event, just live it casually.

"How can that be done—" Hagrid's hut was full of laughter, and Love's eyes also flashed a gleam: Hermione's birthday is coming, should I give her something?
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After a week of running-in, Love's life at Hogwarts is also on the right track.

Students, the most important thing is to study.In addition to the Transfiguration taught by McGonagall and Snape's Potions, they have many other courses.

Every Wednesday night, Love and his classmates go to the Astronomy Tower to observe the starry sky with a telescope and learn the names of different stars and the trajectories of planets.Herbal medicine class is the class with the most class hours, three times a week, each time I have to go to the greenhouse behind the castle with Professor Sprout, the dean of Hufflepuff College, to learn how to cultivate these strange plants and fungi and understand them the use of.

Defense Against the Dark Arts was the class that disappointed everyone the most.The little wizards found out that the teacher of this course was the genius senior of Ravenclaw College, Professor Quirrell who stayed at the school to teach after graduation. They thought this course would be very exciting, but everyone was disappointed.The Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom smells of garlic - it's believed to be Professor Quirrell's way of banishing vampires.It's just that the taste is strange, and the content of his lectures is also indescribable, which makes everyone feel that this professor is a parallel importer.

History of Magic is the class that everyone hates the most, because it is so boring-this class could have been interesting, because it is the only subject taught by a ghost professor, but the ghost professor is so boring that the whole class All lost their luster.Few young wizards can resist the voice of Professor Binns without emotion. They often fall into a half-dream and half-awake state after 5 minutes of class, and they can only borrow notes from the very few students who stay awake after class. copy.

Love is one of the few people who can stay awake under the "illusion" taught by Binns.In his opinion, although Professor Binns tells all kinds of thrilling stories in history as boring and boring, he also retains the original flavor of history, without any personal emotions, and will not give up because of which hero showed his strength in the war. The brilliance of human nature thinks he is hypocritical, and he will not be called despicable just because someone broke his promise.According to Professor Binns, history is history, and there is no distinction between positions.

This made Love listen with gusto, taking notes on several rolls of parchment.

Not everyone has the opportunity to see the true face of history.But to these little wizards in their teens, it was no different from hypnosis.It wasn't until the bell rang for the end of get out of class that everyone's souls stripped away by Professor Binns returned to their bodies little by little.

"Uh……"

"Sleepy."

"Looks like get out of class is over?"

The classroom was filled with such voices, and even Hermione had a look of exhaustion on her face.She was very fortunate that History of Magic of Gryffindor was taught in the morning, otherwise she might not have enough energy to deal with this course.

"It's outrageous!" Just as everyone's minds were still a little drowsy, a voice resounded through the classroom, making everyone completely awake.

Ron was staring at Love's notes dumbfounded, his eyes filled with awe.

"You wrote it all down? Three rolls of parchment!"

After hearing this sentence, even Hermione was shocked - she only memorized two and a half volumes.

Does anyone else remember better than me?Should I borrow notes from Love and copy them?
Hermione, who had this idea, immediately snatched Love's note from Ron, and looked at it seriously.The more she watched, the more surprised she became, and finally blurted out: "How is this possible?"

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"How is it impossible?" Snape looked at the stunned Professor McGonagall, and the corner of his mouth curled up, "I heard it with my own ears, and students from both Gryffindor and Slytherin houses can testify."

"But where did he know it? I mean, it's hard for even senior students to get access to potions like Compound Potion, right?" Professor McGonagall still couldn't believe it, that Love actually asked Such an amazing question.

Of course I mentioned it in class.Snape responded to Professor McGonagall's question in his mind, but he felt that there was no need to tell Minerva this detail.

"Don't worry about it, Minerva, take good care of your students, don't be in your position, Gryffindor has given birth to a dark wizard." Snape said the bone-chilling words with his mouth at 37 degrees. Words, let Professor McGonagall break the defense on the spot.

She was caught in a tangle: Should she have a good talk with Love?
At this time, Dumbledore, who was sitting behind the desk watching the play, spoke.He had a deep impression on Love. Among this year's freshmen, apart from Harry Potter, only Love Moen made him interested. After all, he was the kid who almost broke the sorting hat.

"You don't need to talk to him specifically. I believe that Mr. Love Moen will not be a bad person. I think he has inherited his mother's traits...the good part."

"Really?" Snape glanced at Dumbledore and said flatly, "You will regret it, Albus."

"I am the principal."

Dumbledore ended the conversation with these words, and Snape turned and left the headmaster's office.

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