Hogwarts, was gnawed at the beginning

On Thursday morning, the Hogwarts Great Hall was bustling with people and buzzing chatter everywhere.

Gryffindor and Slytherin were the most noisy at the long table. Malfoy complained loudly at the long table that the first-year students were not eligible to participate in the Quidditch selection, otherwise he would definitely win the Golden Snitch for Slytherin and eliminate the others in a row. Three colleges, holding the Hercules Gold Cup, ah, it's the Quidditch Cup.

The Hufflepuff table was quite restrained, mainly because their flying lessons were arranged in the afternoon.

However, Justin didn't know what secret agreement he had reached with Moen. Moen strongly advocated that Justin's story was 100% true, as if he had seen it with his own eyes.

Hermione appeared at Hufflepuff's long table again today, with a little tail named Neville behind her.

Soul was smiling as he listened to Hermione keep talking about the flying skills she learned from the book. His ears were itchy and he wanted to scratch them but he didn't dare. Neville was listening very seriously, hoping to put this knowledge to use soon. .

"My grandma never lets me touch the flying broomstick. I will definitely make a fool of myself after a while." Neville said with a sad face.

The lively atmosphere in the auditorium was interrupted by the postmen flying in through the small hole above the auditorium.

"Ah, it's my grandma's owl." Neville looked at an old owl flying around on Gryffindor's long table, and hurriedly got up and returned to his own long table. The old owl was holding an owl at its feet. The cloth bag looked like something Grandma Neville had given him.

Soul saw Neville take out a shiny, milky white ball from the bag, and then watched it turn red.

"That's a memory ball. I saw it in the book [Modern Alchemy Products]. If it turns red, it means the person holding it has forgotten something." Hermione said.

"I think I know Neville has forgotten something." Soul said, looking at the stupid toad on the stool where Neville had been sitting just now.

Malfoy was passing by the Gryffindor table with a small package in his hand and snatched the memory ball from Neville's hand when he wasn't paying attention.

Then Professor McGonagall appeared.

This familiar scene brought back Soul's memories.

"Be sure to ask Neville to be careful when riding the broomstick later," Soul told Hermione with a serious look on his face.

"Huh?" Hermione tilted her head, looking confused.

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At noon, after finishing her herbal medicine class, Soul did not see Neville in the auditorium. Hermione and the protagonist Harry were not there either. In their original place there was only a lonely red-haired figure, eating a lot of food.

"Where is Neville?" Soul stepped forward and patted Ron on the shoulder.

Ron was startled, turned around sluggishly, and chewed the steak in his mouth unconsciously.

"What did you say?"

"Say, why aren't Neville and Hermione here?" Soul asked again.

"Oh..." Ron quickly swallowed the meat in his mouth, "Neville's arm was broken. Hermione and Mrs. Hooch sent him to the infirmary and he hasn't come back yet."

Ron explained everything that happened that morning in a few words.

Sol frowned, and Ron pointed to the door and said, "Look, they're back."

Hermione and Harry were coming in from the door of the Great Hall together.

"Are you okay?" Soul asked Hermione concerned.

"Don't mention it, it's just terrible." Hermione's face didn't look good. It seemed that what happened in the morning scared her enough.

Harry frowned tightly, and Ron leaned over with a concerned look on his face.

"Neville's arm was broken, and Madam Pomfrey said he would have to stay in the hospital for an afternoon and an evening before coming back tomorrow." Hermione said, "But why did you ask me to remind Neville to be careful this morning?"

Suer made a fuss and made a fuss, feeling a little speechless in his heart.

You can't say that you predicted that Neville would break his arm during flying lessons, right?

Eh?prophecy?It seems that prophecy does exist in the world of Harry Potter. If I remember correctly, there is a profession called prophet, and the first Dark Lord Grindelwald was a prophet!

This was a good excuse. Harry and Ron didn't know each other well, but Hermione still had to be concerned.

Due to a series of events that happened in the morning, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw's flying lessons did not start until four in the afternoon. Mrs. Hooch stared at them closely with her sharp eyes like an eagle throughout the lesson.

It's not difficult to ride on a broomstick and float in the air, but the broomstick used for teaching at Hogwarts is really too tight, and there is no comfort at all.

Justin's bragging skills these past few days have been ruthlessly exposed in front of reality. Looking at the hurried and slightly trembling look on his face while riding a broomstick, you can tell that he is by no means the flying genius he claimed to be and fly with the glider.

By the time the flying lesson ended, the black lake was already covered with red sunset glow, and the sun was struggling to release its last bit of light.

The little wizards rushed back to the castle.

The cooking time has already begun. Delicious beef, meat sauce, and fried eggs are all available in quantity. They are only available in large quantities during banquets, but not so much in normal times.

When it's late, it's time to eat dry bread with pumpkin juice. Although the bread can also be spread with some jam or the like, who would want to be a vegetarian if they eat meat?

The sky is big and the earth is big, and the rice is the biggest!

After returning to the Great Hall, Soul put two steaks, two potatoes, some pate and sausages on his plate. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Malfoy leading his two followers to the Gryffindor table in an aggressive manner. Increase your presence.

Tsk, actually making friends is quite easy, why is this kid not so smart?

Soul has often seen Malfoy try every means to torment Harry these days. Look at his methods. How is it different from the boys in elementary school who pull pigtails or prick people with pencils if they want to attract the attention of girls?

Could it be that if you love him, you have to tease him hard?

Hey... Suer couldn't help but shake his body, no wonder so many people were standing by Hard CP.

Suer stuffed the plump and juicy beef into his mouth with emotion and squinted his eyes happily. Although this is a country known as a food desert, his skills in the kitchen are really superb.

Today's dessert is jam cookies and some fruit.

Of course, every meal will never be without sweet pumpkin juice.

The Hogwarts kitchen has made great efforts to provide the young wizards with complete nutritional supplements. In just half a month, Soul has already gained a little weight.

Soul picked up a clean apple and chewed it happily. Hermione sat next to Soul with a worried look on her face.

"What's wrong?" Suer asked with concern, seeing that her face was not very good.

"Harry and Ron are going on a night trip. Malfoy just came over and made an agreement with them to duel at twelve o'clock in the evening in the trophy display room on the fourth floor. I accidentally overheard." Hermione said, "I persuaded them They, but they didn’t listen.”

"What's wrong with the night tour? I went to the kitchen several times to get midnight snacks." Suer said nonchalantly.

"You." Hermione's eyes widened, "The school rules clearly state that hanging out at night is against school rules. If you are caught, you will be deducted fifty points!"

"Then it'll be fine as long as it's not discovered." Su'er raised a finger, "Before all violations of school rules, there is a law. As long as it is not discovered, it is not a violation."

"Besides, the Hufflepuff lounge and kitchen are in the same corridor, so there is no chance of being discovered."

"They are going to duel on the fourth floor at twelve o'clock at night! You forgot what Professor Dumbledore said when the school started, the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor is a restricted area!" Hermione said with a frown on her face, "This all of a sudden violates more than one school rule for night outing. If they are discovered, Gryffindor’s House Cup this year will definitely be ruined!”

"Slytherin has won the House Cup several times." Hermione said, glancing at the hourglass belonging to Gryffindor in the front of the auditorium.

"No, I must find a way to stop them!"

After saying that, she hurriedly stood up and disappeared into the auditorium.

Soul, who had known Hermione's temperament since she was a student in the Muggle community, knew immediately what she was going to do. At that time, whenever someone was found to have violated discipline, Hermione would be the first to report it to the teacher. This is why she Reasons why I never made friends.

Are you really going to find Professor McGonagall?

Don't do that, little Hermione.

Soul only vaguely remembered that there was such a part in the plot. Professor McGonagall didn't seem to appear in the end. Malfoy's fight was also a small trick, with the goal of getting Harry caught and severely punished.

Likewise, Hermione would be implicated, which wasn't okay.

Twelve o'clock?It seems that I have to go out for a walk tonight, Soul lamented. I will definitely fall asleep in class tomorrow, and it will be Snape's Potions class.