[HP] I'm hanging out at Hogwarts

The three-day holiday of Christmas passed quickly, and if you don't count William Panik's double-standard scene and Eric's cynicism, Anne's little life is not bad.I also took Zhu Peiqi to make DIY biscuits together.

"Annie...why did you make a hair dryer?" Zhu Peiqi looked curiously at the biscuits in Annie's hand.

"Because it's you...this is "Peppa"" Annie held up her "Best Work".

"I don't look like a hair dryer!" Zhu Peiqi pinched her face, it shouldn't be that long...

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After Christmas everyone went back to school, Hermione was absent from class for several days, and there was a lot of talk about her disappearance.They thought she was attacked.

Anne and Harry, Ron went to visit Hermione, Harry and Ron went every day, because they had to bring homework to Hermione.Annie can only go there once in a while, and Millicent takes her too seriously, using "Who is your best friend" as a moral kidnapping.

Isn't this embarrassing the child!

"Hermione is really crazy. If I became like this, I definitely don't want to do my homework." Ron said sincerely, holding the thick homework in his hand.

"Hermione likes books and studying, and she has good grades. It's a matter of course." Harry seemed confused and spoke absent-mindedly.

"Madame Pomfrey, we're here to visit Hermione." Anne whispered while carrying a basket of fruit.

"It's only allowed for one hour, and she needs to take medicine and rest after one hour." Madam Pomfrey put away some small tubes of potion reagents in the medicine chest.

All the hair on Hermione's face had disappeared, and her eyes were slowly turning back to brown.But the cat ears and tail have not disappeared.It looks very cute.

"I've got to catch up with my homework quickly. Have you got any new clues, Harry?" said Hermione briskly.

"No, Malfoy is not the heir," said Harry dejectedly.

"Are you still looking for an heir?" Annie touched her nose, pretending to be ignorant when she knew everything... really sad.

"I guess it must be Malfoy. He must not have told the truth to me," said Ron, for the hundredth time he had said it.

"What's that?" Harry asked, pointing to something golden protruding from under Hermione's pillow.

"A greeting card." Hermione hurriedly tried to shove it back so they wouldn't see it, but Ron was much quicker than her.

He pulled out the card and read aloud: "To Miss Granger, I hope you recover soon, the teacher who cares about you, Professor Gilderoy Lockhart, Medal of the Order of Merlin, Honorary Member of the Dark Arts Defense League, five Winner of the Wizards Weekly Award for Most Charming Smile."

Ron looked at the card in disgust, "You put this under your pillow to sleep?"

Before Hermione could answer, Madam Pomfrey chased them out of the infirmary.

"Lockhart is the most flattering guy I've ever met..." Ron, Annie, and Harry left the ward.

"It's Filch..." Harry whispered, and they ran up the stairs in threes and twos and listened carefully in places where no one else could see.

"Do you think someone will be attacked again?" Ron asked nervously.

"You're giving me trouble again, mopping the floor all night! As if my job wasn't enough, no, this is unbearable, I'm going to Dumbledore..."

The sound of Filch's footsteps gradually faded away, and there was the sound of a door closing violently in the distance.

They poked their heads around the corner, and Filch was clearly on sentry where he usually seldom.They came again to the place where Lady Norris had attacked.The water spread halfway down the corridor, and it seemed that the water was still seeping from under the crack of Moaning Myrtle's bathroom door.

"Let's go and see..." Harry said, and they lifted the robes up to the ankles.Wading through the spreading water.

"Fortunately, no one has ever gone to the toilet here..." Annie tiptoed through the stagnant water.

Myrtle cried louder than usual. "Annie, this is Myrtle, the ghost of the ladies' room."

"Who is it! Is it fun to throw things at me?" Myrtle's sobs grew louder, and another toilet started to spray. "Anyone think it's funny to throw books at me?"

"Actually...it's not going to hit you at all, is it?" Ron had just finished.Myrtle whimpered, "Oh no...I mean...it's going to go right through you,"

"Let's all throw books at Myrtle. 10 points through the stomach! 5 points through the head!"

"Who threw something at you anyway?" Harry asked.

"I don't know... I was thinking about death and it just went right through my head. It was there, all faded with blisters."

Myrtle pointed to a black notebook on the ground, and Annie recognized it at a glance. It was Tom Riddle's notebook!Harry was about to pick it up when Ron stopped him.

"It's dangerous! The Ministry of Magic used to confiscate some magic items, there's a book that burns your eyes out, and anyone who's read The Wizard's Sonnets can only speak in doggerel for the rest of their lives! Like this... Ron cleared his throat, "Harry Potter, don't worry, the safety of items comes first. There is a broken notebook on the ground, and the ghost is here."

"Good poem! Good poem!" Annie applauded Ron.

"Okay, but we won't know if we don't look at it." Harry lifted the book from the floor, bypassing Ron. "Riddle..."

"I know the name! He won the Special Contribution Award 50 years ago. I've rubbed the name over fifty times in the trophy room!" said Ron.

"Harry... Riddle was from 50 years ago, right?" Anne decided to give them a little hint.In fact, Harry's reasoning and judgment ability has always been very strong.

"Fifty years ago...yes! Maybe this diary is also from 50 years ago! Will he write things from 50 years ago in it?" Harry opened the diary, "he didn't write anything... wait! There's a name here !Annie...Panik?!"

Ron and Harry looked at Annie with puzzled expressions, "Annie...this...what's going on...?"

No, sir...

"I don't know either..." Annie's heart is a bit square... This is not the same as the original plot!No one said that this diary also has a monitoring function!

Then... when she used to have a diary... didn't she hear all the "Song of the Bathhouse" she sang every day?

"I see! Someone must have a crush on you! Write your name on this notebook! Then he must have climbed the wall, so he threw away the old notebook!" Ron said "I'm a genius" expression.

"...How about...you take this notebook back to observe and observe...?

"It's also... the notes from 50 years ago, what a coincidence."

"Someone has loved Annie for 50 years! Isn't this a very touching thing?" Before Ron could figure out the situation, he took the notebook and turned to that page again, "The name is gone??"

"Maybe...you were dazzled just now! Yes!"

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There were no more attacks in the next two months, and the mandrakes were growing rapidly.Professor Sprout said that when the pimples of the mandrake are gone, it can be replanted.

Lockhart shamelessly said that he was responsible for all this, and wanted to organize a small event to add to the fun.Some people are still looking forward to it, but Annie knows that things are not that simple.

On February [-]th, the auditorium was decorated with pink flowers and silk.Petals are floating everywhere.To make matters worse, heart-shaped confetti hung from the pale blue ceiling.Lockhart wore a pink robe and brushed his hair back to shine.

"Everyone! Happy Valentine's Day!" said Lockhart. "I'm so thankful to the 46 people who have sent me cards so far! Yes, I've decorated the auditorium and have a surprise for all of you - and that's not all !!"

Lockhart clapped his hands, and a group of ugly "angels" came in, with golden wings and a harp on their backs.

"My friendly Cupid with the cards!" Lockhart smiled. "They'll be making the rounds around the school today to give you Valentine's cards! The fun doesn't stop there! I'm sure my colleagues would love to join in on this too." Now, let's see how Professor Snape made the love potion!"

Snape looked as if he was going to poison the first person who asked for his love potion.

All day long, the "shorts" were handing out Valentine's Day cards all over the school and breaking into Snape's Potions class.

Annie thought of Eric, and couldn't help picking up the pen to start her masterpiece.

"Hey hey...don't blame me...

Dear Eric: Your head is like a ball, your hands are like pig knuckles, and your eyes are like green glass mirrors. I love you so much, even though you have a bad mouth and are unpleasant. "

Signature... Annie thought for a while, and wrote a random name.She stopped an ugly "angel" and "give this to Eric Gardner in Gryffindor."

As soon as the "angel" left, another "angel" appeared alive and kicking in the corridor, muttering: "To Annie Panick..."

Annie dragged the "angel" aside, snatched the love letter from it, and read it.

"Dear Anne, how perfect you are, I'm afraid I can't get you, you are my little honey, I really want to eat you up in one bite. We can always be together, not afraid of worldly eyes, don't mind Theodore, that wood is not for you. I never wanted to be lazy, I just wanted to steal your heart. - Blaise Zabini."

"Brace is still the same as always... Dust..." The little devil in Annie suddenly appeared, she changed "Annie" to "Lockhart" with a magic wand, and stuffed it back into "Angel", the dwarf was tripped by Annie Wow, now the eyes are still staring.

"Give this to Professor Gilderoy Lockhart...remember...read it aloud! Be...loud!"

"To... to Gilderoy Lockhart," said the dwarf in a daze.