Hogwarts, this professor is too stable.

Perhaps because he was abused by his aunt and uncle since childhood, Harry's character has grown into a person who likes to receive attention from others.

This is how people are, the more they lack something, the more they want it.

But he had never believed before that he would actually know two people, a boy and a girl. Their attention made Harry anxious.

Harry even felt that this feeling was hatred, and his hatred for these two guys was comparable to Dudley's.

He only believed this after meeting Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger's sudden transformation.

Before Hermione's "big change in temperament", Harry thought his life was pretty good. After all, the first-year Gryffindor students only had Potions class with their Slytherin classmates, so he had to endure Malfoy. It's difficult.

At least that was the case at first, but Hermione Granger, the little witch who could see him almost everywhere except when sleeping, made Harry feel that life was slowly losing its original luster.

"What the hell is she trying to do?" Harry looked around guiltily. After confirming that Hermione, who had been "stalking" him for several days, had gone to the toilet, he dared to complain to his friends in a low voice, "Luo Well, I can't stand it anymore. Hermione and Draco have formed an alliance. Hermione will provide me with information, and then Draco will implement it. I dare say they must be planning something bad!"

Ron was concentrating on dealing with a pumpkin pie. He didn't seem to care about it and said perfunctorily: "Harry, you are overthinking. It is impossible for Gryffindor to cooperate with someone like Draco." , even if that person is Hermione, and think about it, what do you have that is worth their planning?"

Harry was choked. When he thought about it carefully, he seemed to have nothing except the gold galleons that his parents left in Gringotts. But neither Hermione nor Draco knew about it. Yes.

Hagrid had said at the beginning that he would keep it absolutely secret, and even if they got the key to the vault, the goblins would not let them go underground and take away wealth that did not belong to them.

So what else? Could it be that what they covet... is their own fame?

Harry actually guessed a little bit right, at least with Draco, the little Slytherin villain's psychological activity was that he couldn't see the famous Harry Potter not playing with him.

Harry is the only person Draco likes among the freshmen in this class. No matter in terms of family, appearance, or fame, only Harry can compare with him. Draco does not allow Harry to be surrounded by A bunch of rotten fish and shrimps.

Draco would occasionally secretly tell his followers: "I still have good intentions and am willing to give Potter a chance."

And this sentence reached Harry's ears from nowhere.

But Harry guessed Hermione wrong. The little witch was really observing her research object with an academic attitude.

"Ron, look, she's writing and drawing over there again. Oh my god, let's go quickly. The flying lesson is about to start. We have to take this lesson with the Slytherin guys. Oh my god. Now, I can't believe it, two of my natural enemies are getting together! I'd say it's more uncomfortable than Dali stuffing his stinky socks into my pillow!"

Harry pointed at Hermione who had returned from the bathroom, already holding parchment and quill in her hands, looking at herself and writing and drawing, and pulled Ron, wanting to leave this dangerous place as soon as possible.

"Harry, relax, they have already gathered together in Potions class and are working together, aren't they? There is another natural enemy of yours, Snape, there. You should be glad that Snape does not moonlight as the flying teacher."

Damn!

For the first time, Harry felt that Ron's complaining skills were so annoying. He had obviously been quite happy when he complained about others before.

……

Today is Thursday. Unlike Harry who was worried about making a fool of himself in front of Malfoy while riding a broken broomstick, Mochir really encountered a big crisis. He remembered his teaching mission after a long absence.

It wasn't because he had an uneasy conscience and felt that he was letting the alchemy doll teach for him all day long, which was a disservice to the salary Dumbledore had given him, but because all his lesson preparation content had been used up!

Yes, not a drop is left.

Various recent things, including visiting the Scamander Institute, submitting funding and laboratory applications to the school, planning the "Fire Bear" club with my seniors, and serving as psychological tutors for students, even if I have squeezed out all the energy in Spongebob's body. Water, he also spent the broken time on the five papers he asked the owl to send yesterday.

He is almost too busy to even touch the ground, so how can he have time to prepare lessons?

What's even worse is that without any lesson preparation content, the alchemy doll will only say a submissive "ok" and take a stupid lesson.

Fortunately, there is still one day left.

Mochir looked through the long-lost Muggle Studies course memories and imported the class records from the Alchemy Doll's video recording.

Good guy, Mochir was shocked at first sight.

The bustling crowd when he took his first class was still very clear in his memory, but just a few weeks later, the people in this classroom had even chosen this class in the first place. The 17 are gone!

At this moment, Mochir felt like he was dreaming back to his past life. This was probably the case in the university classroom in his past life.

Looking through the video carefully, Moqier finally found the reason in a video record of v2.1.

A Slytherin girl: "Professor, we feel that the recent courses are a bit...well, a bit boring. We don't need to study Muggles' clothing design carefully. You see, something like a garbage bag is being used by Muggles." Isn’t it stupid to treat it as a fashion trend? You should tell us more about wizards’ swords and the ways Muggles make money.”

V2.1 answered according to the dialogue template: "Miss Daphne Greengrass, we need to take into account the needs of other students. After all, some people need to study this course and pass some targeted tests, Muggle economic principles and cases. It’s in Chapter 9 of the textbook, and that’s for next semester.”

"..."

So, is the course being hated? But that bag that looks like a garbage bag is really ugly.

Just when Moqier was preparing content for the next class, the "visited" notification bell on the table rang.

He walked over to the peephole and took a look. It was Tonks.

He waited calmly until the other party knocked on the door, and waited another 20 seconds, which was the approximate time it took him to walk from the table to the door, before he slowly opened the door.

"Moqil, you have to help me this time. I found some very key things. Come with me!"

"Eh?"

Just when Mochir was about to refuse, he was pulled by an irresistible force and rushed out of the door. In his ears, Tonks' anxious voice could be heard: "The Unicorn Killer has changed his target. The target of his attack this time is , is the Thestral in the Forbidden Forest!"

Helplessly, he waved his hand and let the lesson preparation book on the desk close by itself. This was Moqil's last act of stubbornness.

It’s really not that I don’t prepare lessons well…