[HP] I'm hanging out at Hogwarts

Christmas passed quickly, and the students returned to school collectively. In Annie's suitcase, Jane bought all kinds of sweaters, even Eric was no exception.

"Auntie, I don't need to go to school. I don't need these. Besides, this is your handicraft. I'm afraid it will get dirty when I wear it on my body." Eric, who is only ten years old, has obviously mastered the art of speaking.

"Look, Eric can talk more, if only I had such a son." Jane was as happy as a flower after being coaxed.

"Annie...don't throw the sweaters out while your mother isn't paying attention." The sharp-eyed Bailey said something, and Annie tucked those sweaters back.

Back at Hogwarts, although there are still four or five months before the final exam, everyone started to review.

Most of the students spend their time in the library revising, because final exams are coming up, and the results will be publicly punished in the school.

There are a total of hundreds of students in a grade, and the grades are listed one by one. Hogwarts is very introverted.

Annie couldn't believe that she, who never worked hard to write homework until the last minute, actually finished the few papers assigned this week ahead of schedule.

Looking back on her past life, her homework writing history often started at ten o'clock in the evening. On Yiyun, she picked a passionate playlist (for half an hour) and found that it affected her thinking, so she picked another soothing playlist (for another half an hour). Hours have passed) I feel a little sleepy, I am in the spirit of playing a game, it is 11:32, make it up, 11:35, do my homework, it is 11:41, make it up again, write at 45...

Repeat the cycle until the early hours of the morning.

Hmm... that's all off topic.

Mrs. Pince's anger reached a new high, and every day she had to drive away a lot of students who were gossiping under the pretext of reviewing.

"If you don't review well, you'll be discussing these all day long!" She walked back and forth among the students with her tall and thin body, "Students, please be quiet."

Annie successfully hugged Hermione's thigh, and her grades began to improve by leaps and bounds.Although Ron usually looks naive, his academic performance is also good.

"Annie, do you know Nicole Flamel?" Harry pretended to mention it casually.

Ever since the last time they met the three-headed dog together, Hermione had guessed that Snape was looking for something.According to Hagrid, Nick Flamel is the key person in this matter.

It was Rubeus Jar Hagrid.

"Why are you asking this?" Annie planned to tease him. The pressure of studying has been too much recently, so she needs to decompress.

"You know?" Ron joined their conversation from the Potions book that was giving him a headache, and he closed the potions book with a bang that almost drew Mrs. Pince to her.

"Of course I do!"

Even if she doesn't tell them they will know...

"Then can you tell us?" Hermione put down the quill in her hand. "Please, this is really important to us."

"Everything has a price, the price of this question...Harry, pick one from here!" Annie took out a box of Bibido's strange flavor beans.

Ron's face changed in an instant, "There's no need to play so big... Harry... I wish you luck, you have to remember that you and I will always be good brothers who respect each other as guests."

"Ron, I beg you, don't use idioms indiscriminately!" Hermione said: no face to see... no ears to hear... no stand.

Brave savior, never afraid.

He picked a gray bean that Ron had never dared try, but this time it wasn't the peppery one he'd had...

"Ugh... I've never eaten beans with this flavor, what a strange smell!" Harry brought over the box of Bibi's weird-flavored beans.

"Bibi Duo Weird Beans...Multi-country Tricky Version? Special offer for the UK: Looking up at the starry sky pie flavor, fish boiled egg flavor..."

"Show me!" Ron took the box over, "Sweden: canned herring... oh no... Scotland: haggis! How can anyone hate haggis?!"

"There is also a Chinese version: stinky tofu, Houttuynia cordata, stinky mandarin fish...Merlin..." Hermione exclaimed, and couldn't help but look at Harry sympathetically.

Ron continued to read, and the two of them looked up at Annie.

"I'll have to give Percy some Stargazing pie!" said Ron.

"Let's focus on Nicole Flamel!" Hermione said with a serious face.

Annie suppressed the evil thoughts of an angel in her heart, and looked at Harry's frowning and aggrieved expression, cute... (he is a wicked person)

"Yes, actually I don't know much about Nicole Flamel. He should be more than 600 years old this year, and he is a good friend with Dumbledore. There is him on the chocolate frog chips!"

"Oh, by the way, chocolate frog chips!" Harry quickly took out his own Dumbledore's card.

"Dumbledore's well-known contributions include defeating the dark wizard Grindelwald in [-], discovering twelve uses of dragon's blood, and being effective in alchemy with his partner Nicole Flamel!"

Hermione jumped to her feet.

"Wait!" she said.

"What is she doing again?"

"do not know."

Harry and Ron hadn't had time to exchange bewildered glances when she came rushing back, a huge old book in her arms.

Then "bang" it was placed on the table.

"I never thought I'd look for it here!" she murmured excitedly. "I checked it out of the library a few weeks ago to read it for fun!"

"Pastime?" Ron looked at Hermione suspiciously, as if this girl only had a bubble in her head to read for fun.

"Nicole Flamel is the only known creator of the Philosopher's Stone!" Hermione lowered her voice, and they came closer.

"What rock?" asked Harry and Ron.

"Oh, what's the matter, do you two usually read books? Look—read this passage."

She pushed the book over to them, and Harry and Ron read: Ancient Alchemy involves the refining of the Philosopher's Stone, a magical substance with amazing properties.The Philosopher's Stone can turn any metal into pure gold, and it can also create an elixir of life, so that people who drink this medicine will never die.

Over the centuries, there have been many reports of the Philosopher's Stone, but the only remaining one belongs to the famous alchemist and opera lover Mr. Nicolas Lemay.He celebrated his 660 fifth birthday last year and is living in seclusion in Devon with his wife Perenal (650 eight).

"He's over 600 years old, so he can't be considered a modern wizard, right? That old bat, Snape, must be trying to steal the Philosopher's Stone!" Ron said angrily.

"Stealing the Sorcerer's Stone? Professor Snape? Maybe it's someone else, so you can't judge?" Annie sighed wildly in her heart.

Is it really "Snape's Back"?

(Snape: The blame is coming!)

"Annie, you really are a Slytherin! How dare you cover up the old bat? I thought you were different from them!"

"Ron! Annie is right, you can't just say it's Professor Snape without a reason." Hermione closed the book.

"But anyway, he is the most suspect, otherwise why would he be bitten?" Harry recalled seeing Snape limping before the Quidditch match.

"Anyway, I think we need to watch further. Or we can warn Hagrid! Tell him to beware of Snape!" said Ron.

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That afternoon, Hogwarts played the shortest Quidditch match in history, and Harry caught the Snitch in less than 5 minutes.

A Hogwarts Quidditch commentator misses his chance by not having time to make a swear word.

Annie returned to the lounge and found that the lounge was in a mess, Draco Malfoy's eye was shot blue by Ron, and Pansy and Daphne were fighting each other to give Draco the medicine.

"They are really too much, how can they beat someone?" Pansy looked at Draco distressedly, "Does it still hurt?"

"That Weasley dared to hit me! They're finished, they won't have a better life for seven years! Oh! It hurts! Daphne, take it easy!"

"If you have this spare time to complain about pain, you might as well not go out and cause trouble." Daphne said and wiped the ointment on Draco's face.

"Daphne, are you still my friend?" Draco said, "Have you also betrayed?"

"No, I just don't think you're doing yourself any good by doing this."

Hearing Daphne's calm speech, Draco also fell into deep thought, as if he really shouldn't be so reckless.

"Panik! Why did you suddenly become a commentator and didn't tell us?" Panxi suddenly put down the ointment in his hand.

"Huh? I thought you didn't pay attention to me." Annie spread her hands. "How did Malfoy become like this?"

"Humph…"

"But don't worry, I looked at their level today, and I think Malfoy is very likely to be promoted to the team in the second year." Annie comforted Draco. The college lives on.

"Yeah... I knew it." Draco was happy again after hearing Anne's words.

Annie was just about to go back to the dormitory when a Slytherin girl whom Annie didn't know told Annie that Professor Quirrell was looking for her.Annie sighed, life is not easy...