Hogwarts players never admit defeat

It’s Thursday night again.

Astronomy class came as scheduled.

Hermione, who was so full of energy these days, even started a preview support group in the common room, just to preview the content of the class the next day, so that she could raise her hand to get extra points.

"We cannot give up every opportunity to add points. We must add points back," she said.

Of course, she has also changed from before. Except for Ron and Harry, others who don't want to learn from her will only persuade her once at most.

Cheng Zhenle couldn't tell whether this change was good or bad, but now, it was obvious that Hermione's popularity was much better than before.

Thanks to Hermione's pre-study support group, Cheng Zhenle was barely able to save the astronomy class that she couldn't have saved.

——A sixth-grade senior left behind her constellation model set.

By relying on rote memorization, Chengzhenle's success rate in finding the target constellation in the starry sky has increased to 10%.

The professor of the astronomy class is a person who is very good at deviating from the original goal while talking. Today he went over the top again and said: "Do you know? There is a magic potion that needs to be used during the day when all the stars in the constellation Leo can be seen. It can only be cooked on a sunny day.

Behold, great Leo. "

Cheng Zhenle looked in the direction where the professor raised his head, and this time he suddenly spotted Leo's figure.

Cheng Zhenle raised his head and drew what he saw. He pushed Ross on his left and asked, "Ross, is this the type of Leo?"

Ross raised his head blankly, he pointed at himself and then at Chengzhen Lehou and said calmly: "Please, we are the first and second best in astronomy class respectively, you ask me?"

"Oh, I understand." Cheng Zhenle immediately turned to look at Slytherin on his right, "Hey, classmate, do you think this is a Leo?"

The Slytherin whom he called looked at Chengzhenle silently, his blue eyes full of questions, and finally he spoke: "Are you talking to me?"

"Yeah, aren't you the only one here?"

This Slytherin, whose name Cheng Zhenle couldn't remember, lifted up his hair and said through gritted teeth: "...Do you - now - see who I am?"

Cheng Zhenle carefully compared the faces of all the Slytherin students he knew in his memory with the popular face in front of him.

Finally, he said cautiously: "Are you Malfoy? When did you dye your hair without applying hairspray? Your voice doesn't feel right either? Do you have a cold? Drink more hot water."

"..."

A familiar amber-blond head in the front row with a lot of hairspray turned back, and he whispered: "Look, Gryffindor Smith has trouble with his eyes at a young age, and I am Malfoy!"

With an angry tone, Cheng Zhenle was sure that he was the real Malfoy, so who exactly was he?

Goyle or Crabbe?No, when did Goyle and Crabbe become so thin?

Just when he was racking his brains and couldn't remember who the person in front of him was, Ross, who was shocked by his series of words yesterday, pushed him and covered his mouth with his hands. His eyes sometimes looked like Slater's on Chengzhenle's right. Lin looked.

Rose said: "This is the Slytherin who fought with you a while ago. In fact, we all found that you are a bit face-blind, but we didn't expect you to be so blind."

Chengzhen nodded doubtfully, and he looked slightly but clearly enough at the Slytherin on his right who was so angry that he fell silent.

In the end, he came to a conclusion that would probably make this Slytherin even more angry - this Slytherin is a public face.

However, since Ross said it was him, then he is.

"Classmate, we were fighting each other that day. We didn't know each other before. The atmosphere was so high that we started fighting. Is it over?"

The public-faced Slytherin sneered and said with a dark face, "Ha. You kept hitting me in the face that day? And you said it was over?"

Cheng Zhenle thought about it carefully and realized that this was really the case, so forget it and let someone else ask the question.

He arrived late today with Rose on the observatory, and there was only room between the Slytherins and Gryffindors.

"horse--"

Before he could finish calling Malfoy's name, the Slytherin beside him interrupted him and said in a cold tone: "Give me the picture."

Cheng Zhenle glanced at him and thought for a moment, but without thinking of anything, he obeyed his heart and handed over the picture he drew.

The popular Slytherin nodded and said, "This is indeed Leo. After seeing our number one Mr. Smith, he finally got the idea."

Cheng Zhenle didn't pay attention to the sarcasm in his words, and took back the picture with a smile, "It seems I was right." Sure enough, regarding medicine, the golden finger buff worked.

"Juris Mercedes Reyes."

Cheng Zhenle looked at the popular Slytherin in confusion: "?"

"my name."

Chengzhenle understands, does this mean that the past feud has been settled?He nodded and said, "I remember, I'm Leo Smith."

The popular Slytherin Uris rolled his eyes in a standard way: "You'd better really remember."

"Uris."

"...We are not close enough to call each other by name, call me Reyes."

"Okay, Juris."

"...I told you to call me Reyes."

"No problem, Juris, I'll call you Reyes."

To Cheng Zhenle's left, Ross, who had his ears pricked up, bent down and covered his face with his hands, so that no one would notice the corner of his mouth that was about to reach the sky.