Hogwarts Melon Eater

Anna came out of Myrtle's bathroom. The outside and the bathroom were like two worlds. It was lively and warm, and sunlight came in from the stone window on the other side of the corridor.

The sound of birds, the sound of Peeves and Filch chasing, the cheers of the little wizard, and the helpless and funny sigh of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor standing at the entrance of the stairs.

All the happiness here has never belonged to a girl named Myrtle.

Anna ran back to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. There were already quite a few young wizards sitting in their seats, looking at this unusual classroom curiously.

Anna sat next to Belinda, "Did you know there's a ghost in the toilet on the third floor?"

Belinda raised her head and looked away from the tutorial, "Huh? The ghost of the toilet? The 'weeping myrtle'? It seems to be called Myrtle Warren..."

"Yes, that's her," Anna nodded. "I met her in the toilet."

"A Muggle-born Ravenclaw," Belinda shrugged, "my mother is also a Ravenclaw, and happened to be classmates with Myrtle, but not close friends..."

"Because Myrtle was one of the few little wizards who died at Hogwarts, my mother used her as an example to warn me before going to school, and told me not to go to any dangerous places..."

"Uh... Your mother doesn't happen to be called Oliver Hongbei, does she?" Anna frowned, it wouldn't be such a coincidence, would she?

"What are you talking about! How rude! How could my mother be Ms. Oliver?" Belinda put her hands on her hips. "I don't know how you can think like that, Ms. Oliver is a black man, look at me carefully— "

"You know Oliver Humbe?" Anna heard Belinda's closeness to Humbe.

"Of course I know her! I didn't expect you, a Muggle-born, to know this master - my mother invited her to the banquet," Belinda waved exaggeratedly. "She's really, really amazing!"

It's not good, if it's very powerful, how can you kidnap people to meet Myrtle at school? Anna touched her chin and pondered, "Is she a magic duel master? Potions master? Or an alchemist?"

"Neither, um... If you have to count... It should be the Potions Master," Belinda frowned. "Are we talking about the same Oliver Humbe?"

"The one who killed Myrtle..."

"Ms. Oliver didn't kill a Muggle-born person! These rumors are all slanders against her! It's just that others are jealous of her talent," Belinda exclaimed.

"Don't listen to these rumors, Ms. Oliver is so beautiful, only the beauty potions developed by beautiful people can be so effective!"

"Slander? Beautiful? Beauty Pharmacy?" Anna scratched her head. It seemed that Oliver Humbe had opened a beauty pharmacy shop and gained some loyal customers.

"Hey, are you talking about Oliver Humbe?" A little brown curly-haired snake approached, "I just saw the advertisement of her shop in the newspaper this morning, saying that she has developed a new kind of food that can The magic medicine to completely cure acne..."

"Is it from the 'Purple Hyacinth Series'?" Belinda's attention was attracted, "That series is full of fine products!"

"Yes," the curly-haired snake nodded, "She also announced that the last potion of the 'Purple Hyacinth Series' will be released on the tenth of June next year."

"I heard that it is for her daughter's birthday. She will produce a great potion every June in June," Belinda said with some envy. "It's really happy to be her daughter..."

"Where is her shop?" Anna decided to find a chance to inquire, "I'm also interested in this \'Purple Hyacinth Series\'..."

"It's in Hogsmeade Village, but the location is... strange," Curly-haired Snake suggested. "You can ask Owl to buy it back for you."

"Uh... I just wanted to go to a physical store, but I'm still worried about online shopping..." Anna scratched her head.

"What \'physical store\', \'online shopping\'? Owls won't lose the goods, why are you worried?" Belinda couldn't understand, "Forget it, let me tell you, the newspaper used to be It was written--"

"First of all, stand in front of Mrs. Paddyff's Teahouse, align your body with the fancy cake in the window, face the direction of the castle, step back ten steps, and hit the wall on your left to get there..."

"..." This store is afraid that others will find it, right?

"Sometimes it may take eleven or twelve steps. I think the description of this address is too unfriendly..." The Curly-haired Snake interjected, "Once my sister took me to Hogsmeade Village, where I went to One time Ms. Hongbei's shop..."

"Don't hit it too hard! I hit the wall and got a big bag on my forehead!" The curly-haired snake covered his head and seemed to recall the pain at that time, "I guess the address in the newspaper said \'Ten steps\' should be calculated according to the length of Ms. Hong Bei's legs..."

"However," Belinda coughed, "you can't go to Hogsmeade Village right now. First-year wizards can't go out at will."

"Yeah, what a pity," Anna nodded, wondering if the twins would like to go out to play through the secret passage this weekend...

"Crack," the wooden door of the classroom was opened, and the handsome Defence Against the Dark Arts professor walked in, "Good afternoon, little wizards!"

"He's so handsome," there was a commotion in the classroom.

"This professor is too young, I don't know if he can teach him well," a blond-haired snake grabbed his hand, frowning, "Why doesn't the Hogwarts board of directors care? Let the headmaster choose such a young professor?"

"Don't you know the curse of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class?" Another straight-haired snake gave him a look, "It's hard enough to find the professor, everyone knows that this place is cursed by the mysterious man, no one would like to teach…”

Straight Hair Snake lowered his voice, "I heard that this professor was kidnapped by President Dumbledore because he is a foreigner and doesn't know anything..."

"..." Jacob was a little speechless when he heard their conversation. \'Abduction\' was not enough. It was just that he failed to open a loan shop in Gringotts. Will come here to work for a year, to mix up the qualifications...

I'm the man who wants to open \'Kowalski's Bakery\' all over the world!

Jacob stepped onto the podium, "Cough, quiet children, let me introduce first, I'm Jacob Kowalski, your Defense Against the Dark Arts professor."

He wrote his name on the blackboard.

"I graduated from Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, where there has been a course in Defense Against the Dark Arts since the 17th century. It can be said that it has a long history..."

Jacob smiled and glanced at the little blond snake who had just muttered, "Defense Against the Dark Arts is a well-known gold medal major in Ilvermorny. Of course, as an outstanding graduate, I have done quite a bit of research in this area—"

"So you don't need to worry about whether I have enough ability to teach you."

"The more you look, the more handsome you are," a girl pointed her hand at a friend next to her, "I think so too," Although they are all the same young, they are completely different from Professor Snape.

"There is no relationship between the amount of knowledge storage and age," Jacob paused, "I believe you can also see this from Professor Snape~www.NovelMTL.com~ When mentioning Professor Snape , The originally noisy classroom suddenly quieted down, and Jacob smiled.

"Okay, let's start class."

Anna opened the textbook and glanced at Belinda, who was in an unexpectedly high learning mood. She was staring intently at Jacob.

"One more thing," Jacob coughed, blushing a little, "I wonder if you have heard of the photographer?"

The curly-haired snake raised his hand, "I heard, Professor Kowalski, a telegrapher is a person who is naturally proficient in the art of telepathy. They don't need to look each other in the eyes, they can directly hear each other's thoughts, but The photographer will also experience greater mental stress…”

"My dad said photographers shouldn't work at the Ministry of Magic," Curly Snake shrugged, "because Azkaban would soon be packed."

"Hahaha..." Some of the little wizards laughed.

"Yes, you're right," Jacob also laughed, "I really can't imagine working in the Ministry of Magic. It must be annoying to hear the complaints of those people every day..."

He paused for a second, "I'm a photographer."

"Hahaha..." Some laughter came from the classroom, but it soon became quiet. It was not good. Anna swallowed and felt that the study of "Occlumency" must be put on the agenda...

"You don't need to be too nervous," Jacob smiled, "as long as you don't want to be too rude..."

Several girls began to blush.

"As long as your attention is focused on the class, I won't hear your other thoughts."

Everyone was sighing at Merlin's beard.

"It's easy for me to know who's distracted, it's natural, there's no way," Jacob shrugged innocently, "so listen carefully to the class."