HP's Adagio Minor

In History of Magic class on Friday, Professor Triller walked into the classroom with a stack of practice papers.

"Merlin, do you want to take a test?"

"Oh no!"

The boys talked a lot, and some began to turn the pages of the book, trying to remember some important points.

"Okay, be honest." Professor Cuiller waved his magic wand, and all the textbooks flew to the podium table, neatly stacked, "Everyone will be given a test paper to verify your learning results. "

"The old Asian way of studying," complained Frigo Pierre in a low voice.

"Mr. Pierre, what's your opinion?" Professor Triller is a yellow-skinned, dark-eyed Asian. He is small but has a high-decibel voice.

"Nothing, Professor."

"Did I say you had to be quiet in class, Prefect?"

Adrien Ongnard stood up, "Remember a warning, Professor."

"Very good." Professor Cuiler nodded with satisfaction. "After the results come out, I will divide you into three classes. After all, there are too many people in this class, so we must ensure that you all learn the knowledge from the books."

After that, the sound of writing in unison echoed in the classroom.

Lola felt a little dizzy looking at the dense test questions on the paper. Since her father criticized her for paying too much attention to the privacy of other families in the letter, she has devoted all her energy to her studies, but probably because she has no foundation, it is a bit difficult to learn .

"Miss Barodis, what are you thinking about?"

Lola raised her head and saw Professor Triller standing in front of her, "If you think that after the get out of class bell rings, I will continue to wait for your paper to be handed in, it is a big mistake."

Lola hurriedly lowered her head, dipped the quill in her hand into the ink tank, and heard the female professor continue, "No one is allowed to cheat in the exam, or use any contraband. If I find such behavior , in addition to the warning and deduction of credits, I will also report to the principal..."

The history of magic course is very boring. Apart from a large number of knowledge points that need to be memorized, there are often some essay questions that are difficult to explain simply, but despite this, Lola feels that she can pass it.The goblin rebellion or other old magic history told by Professor Cuiller is very impressive-her questioning teaching method makes everyone have to cheer up.

Lola finished writing the last line when the bell rang for the end of get out of class. She handed in the paper in a hurry as she didn't have time to check it, and walked out of the classroom with the rest of the students.

"It's unlucky, I almost forgot most of the content, hope the result is not too bad."

"My dad will reduce my pocket money if I'm assigned to the 'civilian class'."

"Then you can only pray, look at her withered and yellow face, how harsh it is, knowing what the seniors call her-dried green beans!"

"Oh, Merlin!"

The exaggerated laughter of the boys made Lola feel very childish, and she couldn't help frowning.

"Hey, look, the dazed ghost is no longer in a daze."

"Then she must be hungry, but unfortunately it's not yet noon, hey, dazed ghost, you went the wrong way!"

"You're the dazed ghost!" Lola turned her head angrily, making the boys laugh even more presumptuously.

"The last time I saw her eating two big steaks in the restaurant, oh Merlin, it's hard to imagine this is a lady."

"Is it true that if you sit with those Slavs, your appetite will become particularly good?"

"Don't be funny, it's not something to be commended for being an idiot."

"So maybe we'll have to give her a new nickname...Slah!"

(Slaa monster: a huge cat-like magical creature living in northern Europe, with extremely thick sebum stored on its body, and slow-moving)

Lola didn't want to talk to these guys, but the boys obviously found it amusing, and kept yelling "Dumb, Slag, Fatty, Nobody Loves" over and over behind her.

After hearing such ridicule, Lola was so angry that she couldn't speak, she gave them a hard look, and walked to the astronomy classroom at a faster pace.

"Come on, Morphy, she's a girl."

Vichy Tolk looked at Lola's back and dissuaded her.

"You don't need to remind me, I know she is the only one in the whole school." Morphy pretended to be exaggerated, "I feel sorry for your vision, Tork."

"What? No, I didn't mean that."

"Whatever it means, if you want to be with her, go for it! Don't blame us for not reminding you of the consequences of getting close to those Slavs, Tork."

"..."

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After listing a few questions on the blackboard, Professor Baisoya began to talk with the students about the mysteries of astronomical phenomena.

The professor from Portugal is tall and thin. He wears a gray-brown windbreaker all the year round. His hairstyle is always messy, like a bird's nest.But his teaching style is very unconventional. He often allows students to participate in discussions in class, and he is not displeased with interrupted questions. He also allows whispering (as long as it does not affect others).

In the stargazing class every Tuesday night, Lola noticed that the professor carefully blessed everyone with a warming spell-this greatly deepened Lola's love for this class.

Although it was an indoor class today, Lola still worked hard to calculate the test questions on the scratch paper. Unfortunately, she didn't seem to have the talent in this area. No matter how she applied the formula, she couldn't calculate the correct result.

"Oh, bad."

She stopped writing in distress and looked at other people around her.

"You are so obedient, are you trying to curry favor with that Asian!" A small, angry voice came into Lola's ears, "Just because you complained, you will get a warning?"

"I'm sorry, but there's nothing I can do."

"You can't help it? Adrian, the prefect should protest the unfair treatment for the students instead of acting as a lackey - credits will be deducted for two warnings, and retakes will be required for more than four times. I have been marked by 'gloomy face' last week Once."

'Gloomy' is Professor Scott's nickname.

"Frigo, it's not up to me to decide."

"Don't quibble, you just don't care." Pierre's angry voice attracted several boys sitting next to him to look over, but he didn't know it, "No wonder everyone in the student union thinks of themselves as good - I didn't believe it at first Woolen cloth."

"Frigo, we'll talk about this later. We're still in class."

"Yes, so you should remember my warning again, prefect." Pierre suddenly stood up and said loudly, "Professor Baissoa, I can't see the formula on the blackboard clearly, can you sit in the front ?”

"Of course, you can sit next to Miss Barodis."

So Lola got a new, angry tablemate.

"What to watch, do your questions." Pierre lowered his voice, his tone was very rude.

The people around looked back knowingly, and Lola didn't want to cause trouble, so she gave up pulling out the pressed hem and continued to scribble on the draft paper.

Ongnard was alone at the table, but calmly copied the notes on the blackboard as if nothing had happened.But Lola's new tablemate was still immersed in anger and couldn't calm down—Pierre poked the model on the table with his magic wand as if venting, the poor "solar system" was spinning faster and faster, and several planets were almost thrown out.

He frowned until someone touched his arm.

"Excuse me, do you know how to do this question?" Lola asked cautiously. It was less than 10 minutes before the end of the get out of class. If she couldn't solve the practice questions, she would have to miss the class and get extra points.

"Are you an idiot?" Pierre blurted out, seeing the girl's face flushed rapidly, he felt that he was expressing anger, so he added, "It can be solved by applying the formula...Your last step was wrong. "

"That's it, thank you."

Lola suddenly realized, and began to revise again.

Pierre glanced at the girl's delicate handwriting, compared it with the scribbled marks on his exercise book, and then copied it again.

And Wengnard, who was not far behind him, had a gloomy face.

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"Go to the town together tomorrow?"

"Good idea, have you handed in the application yet?"

"Of course!"

After lunch, Lola walked through the corridor and heard all the conversations related to Suolva - every Saturday afternoon, students who have obtained application slips can leave the campus and go to the small town of Suolva, where Stay all afternoon and return to school before [-]:[-] pm.

But there is a prerequisite, that is, you cannot act alone, you must have two or more students go in a team (every two junior students must be accompanied by at least one senior student), but this month the Romanov Brothers Both are busy, so she can't find anyone to accompany her.

[I hope that tomorrow will have the same good weather as today, so that I can drink afternoon tea in the sun. ] Lola comforted herself.

"Okay, you practice as I said just now." In the physical fitness class, Coach Haroldson instructed, "I will let the elf watch you, remember not to go near the beast riding training ground, where the next training session is underway. training for the month's flying beast competition."

The boys flew into the air one by one, and even the quiet ones seemed to be in high spirits.Because of their pure blood, most Durmstrang students can float their brooms 'obediently' within one or two lessons, so flying lessons are not difficult for them.

Lola was no exception. She sat horizontally on her pink and purple broom, kicked her legs lightly, and slowly floated three meters into the air—yes, as a lady, she is not allowed to run around in the sky like a madman Yes, and this 'Elegant Witch' broom fulfills this purpose very well.

"Eisen, look, why do some people fly so slowly like a snail?"

"Needless to say, Morphy, because of her weight, of course!"

"Oh, poor broom!"

"Oh, poor thing, that's hardly even a 'broomstick'!"

Morphy and Eisen, the two troublemakers, seemed to be very different from Lola, no matter what she saw, they would spare no effort to mock her.

"Don't they know it's a women's broom?" Dai asked puzzled. As a boy, he often felt ashamed of the childishness of those two guys.

"I think maybe because they don't have sisters, so they don't know." Dinklage thought for a while and replied.

"Sounds reasonable, hey Tully, let's fly higher."

"It's very simple, here I come."

Just when Morphy and Eisen were yelling in unison again, "Dumb, Slag, fat and unloved", someone passed by so fast that they almost brushed their noses.

"Get out of the way, you two!"

"Oh, Merlin!" exclaimed the two rascals, "you almost made us fall, Pierre!"

"Give him some power, man!"

"Just you?" Pierey winked provocatively, and the boys started chasing each other, flying higher and farther away.

"No! That's the direction of the beast riding training ground!" Someone exclaimed.

Adrian Ongnard, who was demonstrating the riding posture, looked up and saw three black dots moving towards the northeast quickly—no matter what kind of riding beast, they are very sensitive to flying equipment in the wizarding world. The approach of such magic items will easily arouse their anger.

Ongnard turned and gave chase. As the first-year prefect, it was his duty to prevent the students from making stupid mistakes.

"Elf, hurry up!"

As soon as he finished speaking, two gray shadows flashed past him. At this moment, a few boys followed him not far away.

"We can't stop them," said the leading boy. They were the better broomstick players in the class, so they flew higher. "Their speed is so fast, it's crazy!"

"Who are those three?" Wengnard asked aloud.

"Morphy, Eisen, and Pierre."

damn it!

Wengnard cursed secretly, leaning forward and accelerating again.