[Comprehensive British and American] Domineering heroine talks too much

Emotional Agent Observation Report

Song Xin's life during that period was extremely happy, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that she was an immortal.

The new topic selection went very smoothly, Song Xin decided on the materials she needed almost immediately, and then started to prepare right here.

Wizards want to go to the sun, so they want to unite mutants who are also not accepted by society, hoping to gain some confidence and have an alliance.

Song Xin, on the other hand, wanted the mutants to have a less difficult life at least.

The exclusion of mutants in this world has reached an exaggerated level, and Song Xin had already realized this when she was in Robert's office at the very beginning.The needs of the market determine the survival of the fittest. When Robert rang the mutant siren in front of her, the deafening siren from the industrial product was enough to explain everything.

— In days gone by, it was politically incorrect to speak up for mutants.Those who thought it was wrong to do so were also afraid to speak out due to the general environment, but Song Xin created an opportunity for them.

These people are scattered all over the place, just a spark, the leader of a cigarette, a small match with sparks, but with this report as an opportunity, they finally ignited.

In the morning, Potions class, several crucibles were bubbling in the dark basement classroom, some of them were pink, some of them shone like mother-of-pearl, and some of them blew black gas like melting tar .

Professor Slughorn smiled and said: "You may not know the difference between potion and ordinary pharmacy - has any of you here taken a Muggle pharmacy course?"

The classroom was as quiet as a chicken, and I never went to school.Song Xin hesitated and raised her hand.

Slughorn said: "Then ask this black-haired lady to tell us what Muggle medicine is?"

Song Xin thought for a while, then said hesitantly: "I'm relatively ignorant... In modern pharmacology, drugs are substances that can change or ascertain the physiological and pathological states of the body, and can prevent, diagnose and treat diseases."

Slughorn praised: "That's right, that's right, speak louder! But potions and medicines are two completely different concepts. Potions are very similar to the pharmacology of the Middle Ages. As for the materials, in the eyes of everyone here It should be very surprising that 'healing' accounts for only a small percentage of the uses of potions in our medicines."

Song Xin sat down, and then she heard Slughorn say: "——The use of potion, we are more inclined to refer to it as 'achievement of a certain purpose'."

"Such as wolfbane | potion, we use it to treat the symptoms of werewolves losing their minds during the full moon." Slughorn held up a small bottle, and the brown potion inside shook, and said with a smile: "Of course, Wolverine should use it not reach."

There were scattered laughs in the classroom, and Logan also smiled. Someone asked, "Are there really werewolves?"

Slughorn nodded, and said again: "Obviously this potion is far away from everyone's life, so it doesn't arouse your interest—but there are more than these kinds of potions, such as this one."

He held up a small bottle containing a clear liquid: "——this is called Veritaserum, it is colorless and tasteless, after drinking it, no matter what questions people ask you, you will tell everything."

When Song Xin saw the medicine, her back went numb and she sat up straight unconsciously.

"It sounds scary. It's a torture method commonly used by the Ministry of Magic." Slughorn said, "You probably won't come into contact with it. It's illegal to use Veritaserum without authorization. And this—"

Slughorn pointed to a cauldron with a mother-of-pearl liquid inside and steam spiraling up on the stove and said: "—this is the love potion, an ancient potion, it is the magic world, and it may be the most powerful medicine in the world. Effective and most powerful love potion."

Someone asked suspiciously: "Love potion?"

Professor Horace Slughorn nodded: "Yes, love. But as I always emphasize every time I talk about it in class, it cannot really create love, its effect is actually A 'mad obsession with a particular person'."

He changed the topic and said with a smile: "Of course, it's really easy to use. Although I haven't used it in my life, there are countless cases in our school every year when Valentine's Day comes. Madam Pomfrey is furious every time about the drug incident..."

Harry sat in the back of the chair and chatted with Neville, "Ron was fed."

Neville asked, "How long have you been lying in the school hospital..."

"That's what Malfoy did..." Harry whispered, "The world is amazing, and I'm sitting in the same classroom with Malfoy in Potions again... I thought there wouldn't be such a thing after graduation What happened?"

Draco: "..."

Draco said awkwardly, "Look, I'm really sorry about that—"

"No need to apologize." Harry said tolerantly to Draco: "After all, you were really shit before, although it's not much better now."

Draco: "..."

Draco and Harry immediately fought back, and Song Xin looked at their messy appearance, feeling very complicated, and turned her head back to attend the class.

Professor Slughorn said with a smile: "You don't have hard indicators of OWLs and s, so I will distribute this elementary guide to potions now, and you can pick any potions you want to try in it, and you can take the idle ones here. Crucible to play with."

Song Xin looked at the cauldron filled with hot love potion that was emitting spiral steam, and suddenly felt an indescribable longing.

What is the difference between infatuation and love?

There seemed to be no difference, Song Xin didn't know.

……

Song Xin is very serious about being a student, polite, humble and eager to learn. Such qualities are liked by almost every teacher, even these professors at Hogwarts are no exception.

When get out of class was over, Professor Slughorn even left Song Xin's contact information, patted her on the shoulder and said:

"I think you will do a lot in the future!" Professor Slughorn patted her arm affectionately: "Unfortunately you are not a wizard, otherwise I would be happy to reserve a place for you in my slug club, but you can teach A Muggle student like you isn't bad either. Your eagerness to learn reminds me of two girls I taught years ago..."

Harry tentatively asked, "Lily and Hermione?"

Slughorn said, "Yes! Haven't seen a student like that in years! Your friend and your mother, Harry."

Draco said not very bluntly: "There is no comparison, okay? One is a Muggle, and the other is a wizard..."

"Conscientiousness and wisdom are eternal treasures." Slughorn said: "—this makes no difference between Muggles and wizards."

Then the students all left, Song Xin followed suit, hesitated for a while, and turned back from the corridor on the first floor.

The promenade on the first floor is sunny and everything grows.The Potions classroom, located underground, was dark and cold.Song Xin held on to the classroom door and hesitated for a moment. Professor Slughorn was packing up his textbooks and materials scattered on the desktop.

Song Xin whispered, "...Professor Slughorn?"

Potions Professor Slughorn looked up suspiciously: "Huh? What's wrong?"

Song Xin said with a guilty conscience: "...It's like this, teacher, can I have some potion you prepared?"

Slughorn looked at her thoughtfully and asked, "Depends on what you want. I can't give you what's on the prohibited list."

Song Xin plucked up her courage and said to Slughorn, "—I want a little love potion."

"It's no problem," Slughorn agreed very simply: "This medicine is very simple, and it's sold everywhere, just take as much as you want."

Then Slughorn handed Song Xin a small bottle and a small spoon, and asked Song Xin to put the medicine in it.

Song Xin whispered: "...I want a day's worth."

Slughorn looked at Song Xin in amazement: "As long as these? Just that spoon, half a spoon is enough."

Song Xin took half a teaspoon of pearl-colored liquid from the pot and poured it into the small glass bottle.

"I knew it would be popular," Slughorn urged. "I don't know if you'll use it, but I'll reiterate just in case—don't use it for authenticity. It cannot create love."

Song Xin smiled gently: "I know, professor. If I really want to use it, I won't just need a daily portion."

Slughorn nodded and said to Song Xin, "Don't use it."

Song Xin nodded gently.

The so-called communication time is also very loose, and people will be released in the afternoon. At that time, a group of students would rush to Hogsmeade to play. Wei dragged it out.

"No school life is complete without going to Hogsmeade," said Harry. "Draco said he would go too. Want a butterbeer? These are centuries-old establishments."

Song Xin thought for a while, then nodded.

Then when Song Xin went back to change her clothes, she saw a message on her phone that suddenly lit up.

It was Robert's text message: "Song Xin, where's your report?"I asked you to investigate what this school is, what is the result of your investigation? '

Song Xin groaned in her head.

Robert's text message did not end there, he said: 'I do understand that your full-time job is important, but don't forget the agreement you signed with me.Song Xin, don't forget the trick you have in my hands. '

Song Xin: "..."

Another text from Robert: 'I don't like threatening people, kid.You just tell me what you know and what you see. '

Song Xin thought for a while, then nervously replied: "At least at this stage, I have nothing to say." '

'This check is strict. Song Xin added nervously: "I will definitely do the report." '

But Robert didn't seem to be listening, and said to Song Xin: "Also, although these words are not appropriate - but from your standpoint, and your position in my hands, I advise you not to fight against me." '

Song Xin was about to explode when she saw this, and said tremblingly: "I didn't want to fight against you—"

Robert: 'Think about which team you're on.Song Xin, if necessary, rethink what you want to report. '

Song Xin: "..."

Song Xin felt that she owed her death to Robert. She stuffed the phone back into the box, and after thinking about it, she carefully tucked in the small bottle that was half filled with the pearl-colored liquid—love potion.

The afternoon sun shone golden, and Song Xin felt that she was going to be melted in the warm sunshine.

This is a golden era, Song Xin thought, even though there are so many unsatisfactory things and so many dark tides, it is indeed a golden era of peace and warmth.

But no matter what age it is, the backbone of a scholar is hard to break.

The golden setting sun sprinkled on the Hogsmeade train station. Song Xin was dressed in the same dress for thousands of years, T-shirt and light-colored jeans, and she followed behind the three big boys. Harry and Draco bickered furiously.

Song Xin asked curiously: "Walking on the railway, are you okay?"

Harry said nonchalantly, "It's okay, there's only one train a day, and it always arrives at Hogsmeade at 08:30."

Song Xin asked thoughtfully after hearing the words: "Is it like this everywhere in the magic world... I mean, are they all so slow?"

Draco thought for a while, and said to Song Xin, "It's sort of."

"You have to know—" Song Xin reminded hesitantly, "The Muggle society you want to integrate into is very fast-paced. We Muggles start school at the age of seven, and basic education will end that year, and then we will go to school. Enter the university and study extremely targeted professional courses. After the professional courses are over, it is work. Our work is different from what the Ministry of Magic can see. The social division of labor is extremely clear, and the work pace is also fast. I have to go out at :07, and if I’m unlucky, I won’t be able to go home until ten o’clock in the evening.”

"But you are obviously not like this." Song Xin asked: "Can you really adapt?"

Everything in Song Xin's society is orderly, like a well-assembled gear. The gears are in their proper positions step by step and rotate rapidly - but Song Xin obviously feels that the magic society is different from this. They are like It is the aftertaste of the eve of the industrial revolution, poetic and slow.

Draco smiled and said: "What is old doesn't mean it is correct, it has to be changed."

Then he said to Song Xin: "Hogsmeade is ahead, look."

…………

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The village of Hogsmeade is ancient, and the whole village looks even the same age as Hogwarts Castle, with colorful and uneven stone bricks on the ground.The store is simple and lively, with small lamps and candles hanging at the door of the store, all kinds of wind chimes and small patent leather ornaments.Song Xin saw many familiar faces, and a student from Xavier School was even managed to be carried out by the clerk.

"Drunk," said the clerk, "they can't drink very well, tsk."

The student snored, and his nose burst into flames. Song Xin laughed and noticed that there was a pig's head hanging on the plaque in the tavern.

"Aberforth!" Harry greeted the boss with a smile, "I'll bring the students who came to exchange to see, how is the business?"

The white-haired old man named Aberforth said unhappily: "No, there are Muggles everywhere! I'm worried, I'm already my age, boy. I always feel that the Ministry of Magic will send some flies to bite us in the next second gone."

Harry smiled and replied, "Don't worry, Aberforth, times are changing."

"How many years have you been yelling! The times will change, they will change, but it still doesn't look like that—" The old man raised his wand angrily, "—Clear water is like a spring!"

Then a gust of clear water gushed out from the tip of his staff in an instant, extinguishing the fire that spewed out of the mutant student's nose.

Song Xin was delighted to see it, and asked Harry, "Why do I think this name is so familiar?"

Harry Potter smiled and said: "Then you must have read Hogwarts, a piece of school history, right? He is the younger brother of the previous old headmaster, the old headmaster was called Albus, and his name was Aberforth, but Two brothers don't look alike."

Song Xin: "...Old Principal?"

Harry said, "Yeah. A nice, nice old man."

Song Xin remembered what Draco had told her that afternoon, the death of the old headmaster.

He must be a very good person, Song Xin thought, and even had a tragic feeling of dedicating his life to his ideals. Such ideals are actually very ordinary, but at the same time they are also very great: he has done correct and small things all his life, and dedicated himself to them. dedicated.

She looked at Draco, Draco paused slightly, and looked in the direction of the castle.

After a while, Draco said to Song Xin: "Okay, let's go to Hogsmeade, it's hard to come here once."

……

This village is full of novelties. Song Xin went to Diagon Alley once, but she was driven by hunger that night and didn't go shopping in those novelty shops. This time, she finally found a chance in Hogsmeade.

Song Xin bought several beautiful quill pens at the Wenrenju Quill Pen Shop by herself, and bought a lot of interesting and weird things at Zuko's Magic Joke Shop. She noticed that even this shop had There were the elixir in little glass bottles that had been blown into delicate and artful shapes, with pearls running through them.

This medicine was indeed not expensive, but Song Xin didn't buy it.

Honeydukes' store was filled with a sweet chocolate smell, Song Xin stood curiously in front of the shelf and rummaged through the candies that Logan stuffed for her that night, but she completely forgot what the packaging looked like after searching for a long time.

The shelves were full of bibimbaps, licorice wands, and ice mice—and chunks of milk chocolate, one as thick as a brick, rich in milk, and with the purchase of one, a free hammer.There was also boiled toffee, Song Xin was like a mouse in a honey pot, bought a lot of food, and then remembered to ask the clerk.

"That—" Song Xin asked the clerk in a low voice: "Did a tall brown-haired man with stubble come to buy something a few days ago?"

A question mark appeared on the clerk's head: "Huh?"

Song Xin tried desperately to describe Wolverine again. She racked her brains and described to the clerk: "He has a beard! He's tall, muscular, looks a bit fierce, and he likes to raise his eyebrows! He bought a big bag of candy... probably It was three or four days ago? I want to know what he bought, so I will buy a copy accordingly."

The clerk laughed and said clearly, "Ah—that gentleman?"

The little clerk smiled and said: "Yes, I remember. He bought all kinds of candies, including chocolate balls, and jelly slugs... Can you choose from the shelves here?"

Song Xin thanked her, and happily ran to the other side of the shelf to pick things up. The clerk said shyly, "I have a deep impression on him. One is that he looks... very special and handsome. The other reason is that he Come here specifically to ask me what young girls like to eat."

Song Xin was startled: "Ah...?"

"Looks like I bought it to curry favor with a little girl." The clerk rubbed his nose and asked in a low voice, "...Did I say too much?"

Song Xin's face turned red, and she stammered, "No, no...no, I..."

Song Xin immediately grabbed two boxes of chocolate balls and randomly stuffed a bunch of candies into her small basket, but her mind was full of the scene of herself eating candies like a resentful woman that night - she ate all the candies.

Then Song Xin paid the bill blushing, and fled in a hurry.

At eight o'clock in the evening, the Three Broomsticks bar, a little rain fell into the summer night.

In the end, Song Xin felt that the waves could not move anymore, so she sat down in a bar called The Three Broomsticks, which looked quite normal (the decoration style of Mrs. Puddiffe's teahouse made Song Xin tremble a little), ordered a glass of cherry water, A person initiated a daze.

The proprietress of The Three Broomsticks, Rosmerta, is old but still charming. At this moment, she is wiping glasses behind the bar counter. The lights in the bar are warm and dim, and there are few people sitting in the bar.Song Xin keenly noticed that there seemed to be a few Hogwarts professors sitting there chatting and blowing water.

The environment of this bar is indescribably cozy, Song Xin doesn't like to drink, she just stared at the cold cherry water for a while, and then put her hot face on the cold glass.

——Did you buy that bag of sugar for yourself?

Song Xin only felt that the whole person was in a dream, and then another little devil's voice in her mind shouted: "It's definitely not, don't put gold on your face, they probably bought it for the girl you really like." You are a fart, don’t post it——

Another little angel's voice appeared in Song Xin's heart, and she immediately quarreled with the devil's voice: How can you say that about my Xinxin!What's wrong with my Xinxin!

Song Xin was very moved, she blushed when the little angel praised her.

The little angel said again in her mind: Isn't it just that the chest is a little flatter, a little silly, a little younger, a little less combat effectiveness, and a little worse than Jean Gray!What's wrong!

Song Xin: "..."

Song Xin thought to herself that I really believed in your evil, and threw the little angel and the little devil into the trash can in her mind, and finally her mind was quiet, and then she bumped her head against the table with a bang.

... So it's not hopeless, Song Xin thought hopefully.

Then the door of the tavern clicked, and the wind chime at the door was activated when the door opened, and the door of the tavern opened with a creak.

The sound of the wind chime was melodious. Song Xin was sitting in the corner of the tavern. She looked up casually, but saw Logan pushing the door and walking in. He was drenched in light rain. The rain has been walking for a long time.His eyes were red, like a wolf licking its wounds.

When Song Xin saw him, her ears turned red, and when she wanted to call Logan——

——Jean Gray was also covered in rain, she pushed open the door of the Three Broomsticks bar and walked in.

Lightning flashed outside, followed by a muffled thunder, and the town was flooded with rain.

The author has something to say: Today is a 6000-word fat chapter! !Praise me, praise me! ! (Dance)

Obviously updated [-], but...it still didn't work out... Ahh, QAQ will try to continue to update tomorrow!

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