Everyone Hates Dementors at Hogwarts

Wan Mi stared at the feather in front of her, as if she wanted to burn it through with her eyes.

Professor Flitwick, the Charms teacher, had been standing next to her for a long time.

"Actually...many students won't learn it right away, so you don't have to be too anxious."

It wasn't that Flitwick paid too much attention to this first grade, but he had never seen a student who didn't take out a wand but instead held up an iron rod to do tricks and keep poking the feathers into death.

In this posture... He remembered that this place was full of people when the class first began, and now... except for Harry Potter and Lance Lupin in the front row of Wanmi Demont, the students in the two positions near Demont They all squeezed to the other side.

"You're right professor."

Wan Mi calmly averted her gaze and obediently placed the iron rod across the desk, just holding the feathers down.

"...Dement, where is your wand? Why don't you take out your wand and try it?"

wand?

Wanmi stretched her neck and looked at the stick held by Sirius in the front row. She always felt that something nasty would come out of this crap, and she subconsciously rejected the stick.

"I think my little stick is pretty good."

such

Flitwick himself was not a talkative person. Unless he had a few drinks, it was obvious that the current occasion was not appropriate. He would not say anything more. Anyway, this kind of problem would be handled by the respective dean.

So, when Flitwick came around again and came to Wanmi, he found that the iron rod was still placed in front of Wanmi, but the down on the feather had been torn off piece by piece and piled on top of it. A corner of the table.

"...Dement..."

"I thought because it was so heavy it would take some of the load off my little stick."

Wan Mi was the first to explain.

"puff……"

Gryffindor Makoto Matt couldn't hold it back and laughed out loud, "Is it possible that your iron rod is weak?"

Gryffindor and Slytherin students often laugh at each other in class. This is almost a recognized norm. Especially this year, there is a freak in Slytherin. It is natural to seize this opportunity.

However, they didn't know that this was a weirdo with a bad temper...or a very bad temper.

When Sirius heard this, he understood - pills!

The next second, Wan Mi stood up quickly, picked up the iron bar, and tried to rush towards Marco Matt. This movement startled Professor Flitwick, who had just returned to the podium, and he fell off the stack of books. Go down.

Soon enough, Sirius relied on his understanding of Wanmi to make a prediction, turned around and caught Wanmi under his arm.

"Let me go! Let me go quickly! Is he laughing at me? Let me go! How dare he laugh at my stick, I'm going to poke his shit out!"

Wanmi wanted to rush over and beat this kid up. This was the stick she always relied on before she even had self-awareness!

If the age mentioned by Yaoyao is correct, that is more than 200 years of companionship!

"No, no, he just has a bad mouth. Matt, please apologize!"

Ma Ke and Matt had never seen such a girl who would poke someone's shit out if they disagreed with her. She subconsciously tightened her anus, and when she realized it, she immediately became angry.

"Lupin, let her go. Am I wrong? Why do you have to apologize? Even Neville Longbottom can make his feathers move a little, but what about hers?!"

Neville Longbottom is also a first-year Gryffindor this year, and he is still recognized as an "idiot".

Marco Matt's words immediately made the students burst into laughter.

Neville looked at the parties involved at a loss, unable to say anything.

Sirius's face suddenly turned cold. As soon as his hands were loosened, Wanmi, who was still struggling, fell lightly to the ground.

"Then, I wish you good luck. By the way, there was once a crazy woman who scolded Wan Mi, and she used that stick to beat her for two years without letting go for a day."

If Wan Mi hadn't been here, she could have continued.

As soon as Professor Flitwick got up, he saw Mildmont rushing toward a student opposite with a stick. Seeing that the stick was about to hit Marco Matt, he quickly cast a levitating spell.

? ?Huh?

"Ouch! You are so aggressive!"

Marco Mater felt a pain in her butt, but fortunately she was able to dodge quickly and only got hit in the buttocks.

Flitwick didn't have time to study what was going on and quickly cast another binding spell.

? ?Still useless?

"Ouch! It hurts! Stop it!"

Marco Mater was beaten all over the room by Wanmi. He held the stick as if he had eyes, picking out the same spot and poking him. It hurt so much that he wanted to call his mother!

"Ouch! Stop... Ouch... Stop! It hurts, it hurts! Ouch, I was wrong, I was wrong! I'm sorry... you still squeal!"

Sirius raised the corner of his mouth and immediately put it down again. Seeing that Professor Flitwick had used several spells in succession to no avail, he knew it was almost done and rushed forward just as the stick was about to fall on Marco Matt's butt. Hold Wanmi under your arm again.

"Okay, okay, he knows he was wrong," Sirius seemed to be trying to stop the fight, but actually whispered something in Wanmi's ear.

"Flitwick has cast several spells on you. Next time we will put a sack behind your back."

As expected, Wan Mi no longer struggled and became completely quiet.

damn thing!I’ll let you go this time!

"Draco...this crazy girl, are you sure we can keep her?"

Zabini poked Draco in the arm.

"Hiss! You scared me! Don't poke me! It's so scary!"

Zabini was speechless, well, it seemed that everyone was frightened by this crazy girl.

In the end, the Charms class ended funny with Slytherin being deducted 10 points from Lindmont, Gryffindor Matt being deducted 10 points, and Gryffindor Lupine being given 10 points. The farce was also spread during a dinner. All over Hogwarts.

After dinner, Wanmi was friendly informed by a Slytherin that Snape asked her to go to the cellars.

Wanmi wanted to take Draco with her, but Draco waved her hand and refused.

"If the dean comes to you, go alone! If you dare to fight in class, you have to face the dean's fire. No one can share the burden with you at this time!"

Draco pretended to be relaxed.

"What are you afraid of? Besides, that's called beating. It's one-sided. Are you stupid?"

"Who is scared? Don't talk nonsense!"

Draco's angry retort came from behind, and Wanmi ignored it. She only wanted to find a guide on the way to take her to the office where delicious snacks are located.

Strange, why are they avoiding me?

After Wan Mi tried to hug a student again and failed, her temper got worse. She didn't believe it, so she went to the first floor and still got lost!

When Wan Mi came to a wall through the movable stairs again, she felt hesitant for the first time.

Look down, good guy!Don’t I want to go underground?This has to be on the fourth floor at least, right?How did I get here?

"what are you doing here."