Outstanding first-year student at HP Hogwarts-wy

Dumbledore put his hand on the shoulders of the little wizards, and patted them twice: "Okay, children, I believe in you, now you just need to study hard in class."

"Then we don't care about Quirrell? He's a Death Eater." Harry raised his head and looked at this respectable old man.

Dumbledore shook his head: "Okay, go to class quickly, we will solve everything."

When I walked out of the principal's office this time, I suddenly remembered that when Daniel Ivy and the others entered the principal's room to peek at the Pensieve for the first time, the voice of that portrait, he was the voice of Professor Dumbledore.

I couldn't help but look back at the old man with blue eyes, we've met before!I lip-synced him and he just waved and nodded.

This feeling is really strange, the feeling of looking for clues of the future in the past years.I took Hermione's hand and held it tightly, "Let's go."

After finding the key evidence, we jumped into the Response Room on the weekend. I also brought a candlestick to set off the atmosphere. I lit the candlestick, picked it up and put it in front of me. The fire illuminated my face and looked very eerie. up.

"Some people who lost bets will have to pay the price." I pulled out a big smile and stared at Ron's embarrassed face. I was so energetic.

"It's human nature...Shh, Professor Snape doesn't look like a good person." He stammered out the professor's name, his tone was still very reluctant, and he heard that the old bat called too much, There is no time to call the professor's name seriously.

I ignored his excuse: "It's okay, I apologize to the professor personally, just, let's make it before the Christmas holiday, and treat it as your Christmas present to the professor."

"Can't write a little piece of paper..." Ron was still trying to bargain, asking him to personally apologize to that spooky old bat, who would be so scared that he couldn't sleep at Christmas.

"What do you think?" I put my hands on my hips, "If you don't apologize, you won't get my Christmas present."

Ron's whole face was wrinkled, "Oh, Merlin." He tugged at Harry's sleeve, "Brother, let's go together, we agreed to advance and retreat together."

Harry also took his shoulders, and the two of them looked like they were going to die.

I couldn't help laughing, "The professor is so scary, I will go with you, okay."

After they got my assurance, they were obviously relieved, and Ron was not afraid of death and said: "Only you are not afraid, who doesn't know that Snape will turn the child he doesn't like into a potion!"

This is as outrageous as a child's bedside story, I shook my head helplessly; "It's called Professor Snape! Also, there are no potions boiled by children, at most, um..." □, toad, slug...

My complexion also began to look bad. There are ready-made powders in the store, why do I have to dissect it myself?This is really unfriendly to ladies.

Recalling the last punishment, my hands seemed to have that smell again.

After finalizing the date of the apology, we went back together. In the following days, the trio surrounded me tightly as soon as I arrived in Quirrell's class, for fear that I would be seen by Quirrell.

Draco, who is unhappy with Harry Ron every day, also mocks them as my little followers from time to time, and Hermione reprimands them:

"You only had those two followers through your father. We all followed Olivia because of her excellence."

Wow, good sister.

I stepped up quietly, imitating Cassandra and looking down at Draco: "Yes, I don't know who was struck by lightning last time." I directly raised my wand, pretending to come A curse: "Well, Lightning Wind..." Draco ran away whimpering before finishing.

If he ran slower, he would be struck by fifteen bolts of lightning, which was much more painful than the weather spell.

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It's also because, after this chapter, it will officially enter Christmas. Christmas is also a big story, and it won't end soon. Don't worry, we can have more places for a while.