[Comprehensive British and American] Domineering heroine talks too much

class observation report

The morning at Hogwarts was accompanied by the chirping of insects and birds, the continuous rain stopped last night, the sun shone golden outside the window, the sky was blue like washing, and the lake glowed the color of rose in the sun.

Song Xin was as sleepy as a sock, and was dazedly putting on her clothes, washing her face and brushing her teeth, while thinking about how the students here study and live.Song Xin wore a pair of jeans and a black school robe provided by Hogwarts, her hair was loose, and she ran down with a notebook and a pen.

The food at Hogwarts can be regarded as the pride of Great Britain, except for the indescribable cup of pumpkin juice, everything else is at the level of Michelin.Song Xin ate soufflé, fruit salad and bacon for breakfast, feeling like a king.

The so-called overseas exchanges, the so-called study tours, although there are a lot of courses, but there are never many people attending the courses.Everyone goes abroad to play, not to study.Song Xin knew this well, so she wasn't surprised to see everyone acting like a fool—however, Song Xin's life creed was not to waste any class.Song Xin took out the timetable and checked the courses: the first class today is History of Magic.

History of magic?Song Xin scratched her head with a pen, then picked up her notebook and ran to class.

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Two more things ran through Song Xin's four years of undergraduate study: one was part-time work, and the other was study.

A part-time job is a part-time job. It is a necessary activity to reduce the considerable and heavy annual family expenses of raising an international student for one year.Studying was the highlight of Song Xin's undergraduate period.Song Xin applied for a lot of minors in her four-year undergraduate course, some useful and some not, such as economics, sociology, history, astrophysics, flower arrangement, oil painting, and web design.

Thanks to these minors, Song Xin is working hard at the end of each semester, but every time the new semester begins, Song Xin will still take every credit without hesitation.

Song Xin's motives are even quite psychedelic: Anyway, I have nothing to do when I'm idle, so I can learn a little bit.

And it's not every day that people have the opportunity to take a history of magic taught by real wizards.Song Xinsi thought so far, her spirit of learning was burning, her face was filled with the words "I want to attend the class", and she walked towards the History of Magic classroom with whistling wind.

Draco Malfoy said disgustedly: "You want to go into the history of magic so much?"

Song Xin was confused: "...Huh?"

Draco Malfoy said, "Good luck."

Song Xin was even more confused. She entered the classroom in a daze. The old classroom was sunny and the students were sitting on the stools making a fuss. However, Song Xin noticed that Logan was also sitting in the classroom. He had long arms and legs. Yes, it seems very inconsistent - people who are said to be [-] years old this year, sitting in the same classroom as them and listening to a class on the history of magic taught by wizards.

Song Xin's mind was spinning quickly, and in a blink of an eye, she found a reason for herself: she wanted to ask Logan why he was here—then Song Xin immediately rushed over, pulled the stool and sat next to Logan.

Logan raised his eyebrows, as if acquiescing to Song Xin's behavior of crawling along the pole.

Song Xin remembered what Madeleine said to herself, you have everything you think written on your face, everyone can tell that you like Logan.

This is not allowed!How could the girl's mind be seen through so easily? Song Xin turned her face away, so as not to be seen through by the marsh jump fish, pretending to be dignified, and asked: "Are you coming to class?"

Logan flipped through the thick leather-bound hardcover book "A History of Magic" - written by Bathilda Bagshot, and replied noncommittally: "Can't you?"

Song Xin shook her head with a smile, then spread out her notebook and began to wait for class.

Logan looked at her for a moment, smirked, and looked at the blackboard—then the next second, a pale ghost passed through the wall and appeared from behind the blackboard with a whoosh.

Song Xin: "..."

Song Xin was so frightened that she lost her melons. The ghost was wearing an old-fashioned wizard cloak, and said in a straight voice, "Hello everyone, I am Binns, and I am in charge of teaching the history of magic at Hogwarts. So far..."

The ghost thought for a while and said dumbly: "I can't figure it out, it's only a few hundred years."

Song Xin: "..."

Song Xin grabbed Logan's sleeve tremblingly, her little finger was fair and soft, and Logan felt an unspeakable feeling of being dependent.That feeling was very useful to him, and when Logan was about to reassure the little girl that the ghost was not scary, Song Xin murmured: "...This society is really terrible. Is there any labor law..."

Logan: "...Oh."

Logan didn't intend to waste his feelings anymore.

The professor said staidly: "Since you are not wizards, I also need to make a special statement. I am not a human, but a ghost. There are rumors in the school that I was too old, and I forgot to bring my body when I went to class one morning. It became like this - but I must say, I am not."

Song Xin became even more terrified when she heard the words: "...there is no trade union here in the magic world?! Why don't the British trade unions care about the labor issues in the magic world?!"

Logan: "...is that the point?"

The professor said angrily: "—I became like this because I forgot to bring my body when I went to class in the afternoon! The rumors in our school are themselves fallacies..."

Song Xin asked heartbrokenly: "What's the point of correcting this!!"

Logan said: "But I think there is something wrong with your focus?"

Professor Binns reproached: "—History needs to be rigorous, and morning and afternoon are two completely different concepts! Just like the French July Revolution|Revolution happened at dawn on July 7 instead of at noon on July 28. That's just as important! Sit down, brunette, and since you mentioned British trade unions, I'll tell you about magical social change during the time of British trade unions. Turn to page 7, please—"

The clattering sound of flipping books sounded in the classroom, Professor Binns’ voice was like a lullaby, Song Xin opened the book, the handwriting on the old book was crooked, and Professor Binns’ voice sounded like a vacuum cleaner that had been broken for ten years, hypnotizing The effect was so obvious that the whole class and even Logan fell asleep after 10 minutes.

Song Xin was taking notes with a ballpoint notebook, and she was fully engaged in class.

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When the get out of class bell rang, Song Xin sincerely said to Professor Binns: "Thank you, your class is very exciting."

Professor Binns praised: "You are a good seedling, but unfortunately you are a Muggle."

Song Xin scratched her head embarrassingly and said, "You are too famous. It's really interesting. For example, the supplementary regulations of the secrecy law introduced during the establishment of the Labor Party..."

Professor Binns clicked on Song Xin's notebook: "This should be viewed in combination with the background of the times and the cultural background."

Logan, who had just woken up, looked at Song Xin who had listened carefully to a class, feeling a little upset.

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