Hogwarts Everything is Three

After the ghost, the Hogwarts students and professors lined up into the temple in a very orderly manner. People were talking to each other quietly. The sound was like a breeze blowing across the grass, and the voices of the ravens above their heads were extremely loud.

Only the wizards in blue Ravenclaw's magic robes were not led by the professor. They didn't say a word, followed by the other ghosts under the guidance of the ghost of the New Academy, Guidro Lockhart, and sat together in the temple. In the seating area specially prepared for Hogwarts students-Because Allen is weakening the conflict between the college and the college, the position in the temple is not divided according to the college.

Professor Pomona Sprout, the dean of Hufflepuff, has never been so neat and clean. You must know that even if the professors usually put on the ancient style robes according to the fixed time, there is no patch on her hat, but she The absence of dirt on the hem really has never happened before.

Professor Snape, who was at the front of the Slytherin team, seemed to be holding the air with a hand hanging down from the sleeve of the magic robe. This recently developed personal habit made his cloak bulge, more like an old bat. .

　　 And Professor McGonagall of Gryffindor is also completely black today, her eyes are red and swollen, and her face is pale and bloodless. In addition to justice, the old witch who has always been strong and brave has never looked so fragile.

In addition to the deans, whether it is Professor Keridi Bubage in Muggle Studies or Mrs. Irma Pins, who is in charge of the library, also wearing a thick black mask that falls to her knees, she stands The hand held by the school administrator Argus Filch, who was dressed up all over the wizarding style, showed the relationship between the wizard and the wizard, even though they looked a little bit different in age.

"In addition to Professor Sprout, Professor Flitwick is also very kind to me. He has never been impatient with my academic problems. He and Professor McGonagall helped me persuade my grandma to let me go to the newts class of spells. , Gave me a little cake that can dance..." Gryffindor’s Neville wiped the corners of his eyes on the chair, his eyes were red, and he sobbed softly, intermittently talking to Freig next to him: "My love is going to sing poetry. Class is over, it is one of them."

Emily took Laura and Pansy and his boyfriend Draco and sat down. Hearing Neville’s conversation, she remembered that she had seen the vulture specimen of Neville’s grandma, Mrs. Augusta Longbottom. It’s clear that the old witch had a prejudice against the curse class because she failed the owls curse class. He thought it was not worth learning as a trick, but she still came to participate in Neville’s curse. The funeral of the class professor.

"Except for his birth, Professor Flitwick is really blameless. Although he is not as meticulous as the good old man Professor Sprout is to the students of other colleges, he is indeed very patient with anyone's questions about knowledge." Pansy Bobo's head shook slightly, and she quietly glanced at Emily's expression, thinking that because of Alan's relationship, Emily and Professor Flitwick got along very well, so she deliberately raised her volume a little and praised.

"Except for that big guy, Hogwarts' professors are all pretty good." Draco glanced contemptuously at Hagrid, who occupied two positions, and Mrs. Maxim, who occupied almost three positions. He hugged him. I stayed with my arms and listened to the surroundings talking about the professor's life in the curse class, and whispered softly, "However, Professor Flitwick was willing to counsel Gore and Crabbe alone before the two idiots...to avoid them from repeating the grade..." , He took a short sniff and sobbed, then turned his face and raised the volume as if his throat was uncomfortable, and said, "Emily, Alan will definitely get back in revenge, right?"

At this time, three small fairies walked from Draco to the side seat. These pointed ear fairies also looked very sad for Professor Flitwick, instead of the fairies who usually gloat to wizards. From the beginning of entering the temple, their furry fingers pinched the top hats and placed them on their chests.

"Maybe Flitwick's relatives..." Harry thought of Flitwick's rumors, but he didn't mean to look down on this kind of mixed blood. He took off his glasses, pulled the corner of his clothes and wiped it casually. Mist.

"Now in my mind I can still clearly remember what Professor Flitwick looked like when I first met me, and how Professor Flitwick was demonstrating movements in the spell class." Ron rubbed the corners of his red eyes fiercely. "Professor Flitwick is not lacking in courage... The horse dung sentence is at least good. I don’t know which **** country was involved in this terrorist attack. We must take revenge... Why didn’t he turn into a ghost to come back and tell us who it is? murderer?"

"Ron, you are too extreme now. People like Professor Flitwick will definitely go on the road to death instead of going back to the world and becoming a ghost." Ginny sighed, "I never saw it. After Professor McGonagall’s gloomy appearance, she actually cried out in front of us that day... and she looked so haggard today."

"Because of the similar branch experience and the eventual assignment to the opposite college, Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick have become close friends." Next to Seamer poked his head out and said, "In addition, Professor Flitwick’s things are not that way. Simply, what energy protected his remains at the time. UU reading www.uukanshu.com is probably left by the murderer... My mother didn’t listen to the school’s arrangements at the time, and went to the scene to watch the game. She happened to be crazy... and was rescued by Luna. ...You don't know how good she was that day!"

"It must be Allen who gave her a private lesson..." Ron nodded, "Other Harris, you have also seen how good that day..." He paused and said with a bit of hatred, "I hope they can make Germany. This time, for their behavior, Professor Flitwick left very little homework..."

　　 At this time, under the Ravenclaw statue in the auditorium, the choir's singing sounded and the discussion of the guests stopped temporarily.

　　 These singing wizards are not only members of the current Hogwarts choir, but also wizards who have graduated and used to be choirs to join them, so the team is very large.

And Rive of Neville was hugged by Luna, who was standing on the very side, and Helena floated behind her quietly-Luna rarely dressed up today without wearing those crazy and crazy clothes, just A black magic robe with a golden back and densely covered with small warts, Rifle was very conspicuous in her arms.

"Double, double, hard work and trouble, the fire is burning, the pot is bubbling, some evil things are coming from here~ the eyeballs of the salamander, the toes of the toad, the hair of the bat and the tongue of the dog, the fork of the viper and The thorns of the bugs, the legs of the lizards and the wings of the owls~" Luna sang, her big bulging eyes widened.

　　 "Cuba!" Rifle's small black eyes rounded up, and with Luna's singing, the originally unpleasant frog call sounds very harmonious.