[Comprehensive] Road to Trench

The next day was Friday, and first-year Hufflepuffs only had two Potions classes in the whole day, and they could start the weekend mode in advance, but in fact, no one could be happy.

--nonsense!That's the lesson of the cellar bat!The big cellar bat that deducts points for any disagreement!Even if it's the second most downloaded emoticon package, it has the potential to be the number one in the palace, it's still a big bat in the cellar!

The four first-year college students at the breakfast table all looked sick because of this.

"I'm suddenly envious of Gryffindor. They have Potter." Justin said weakly as he brought himself a pudding.

"Harry was deducted more points in Potions class." Alex reminded.

"No, what I mean is that with Potter in Gryffindor, Professor Snape basically only stares at him to deduct points. The firepower is all attracted by Potter, and the others can relax a lot." Justin bit the pudding and said vaguely.

I really hope that Hufflepuff also has such a mobile Snape mocking device MT!

"..." Alex found himself speechless.

She turned her head to look at the Gryffindor table behind her, and Harry looked really bad.

"Actually, Alex, your complexion doesn't look any better than Potter's." Ernie added beside him.

Alex touched his face: "Is it that bad?"

The four little badgers around nodded together.

"Well... I just had a nightmare." Alex couldn't help rubbing his temples when he remembered what he dreamed last night. It was a terrible dream.

"It is said that things in dreams are opposite to reality." Susan said, taking a strawberry cake by the way, "Alex, do you want one?"

Alex just wanted to say yes, but when she saw the white cream and red strawberry jam on the strawberry cake, the picture in her dream overlapped with the food in front of her, and she suddenly lost any thought of eating.

"...No, thank you." She said dryly, "I don't need it."

Susan and Hannah looked at each other strangely: what did they hear?Alex actually said not to eat it! ?

Usually she would just say "I can't eat anymore", they never heard her say "I don't need it"!

It seems that the impact of that nightmare is more profound than they thought...

Seeing the same idea from the eyes of their roommates, Susan and Hannah did not pursue the question quite tacitly, but stuffed a few small breads for meals into their schoolbags: Alex is too wrong today!And judging by the way she put down the fork, it was obvious that she had finished eating, but she just ate a slice of toast with blueberry sauce at the moment.

This is far from her usual appetite!

Just as Alex lost his appetite and was drinking orange juice for a while, a large group of owls flew into the auditorium and dropped their things when they passed by the four long tables. It sounded, and the burden fell like rain.

"Oh!"

"Oh my God!"

"Hey! Can't you throw it more accurately?"

As one of the representatives without an owl to visit, Alex smiled very sympathetically, and Gabriel, who was splashed with soup from the mail dropped by the owl, rolled his eyes and comforted himself that he was entertained enough to leave the lounge this morning The school girl who hadn't shown a smile until now, he waved his magic wand and used it to clean himself up, and the stains on the clothes disappeared automatically.

After the big wave of owls flew away, a slender and beautiful big white bird spread its long white wings with pointed black feathers, and flew gracefully into the auditorium in a gliding posture.

When the eyes of all the teachers and students were subconsciously attracted by this excellent white stork, it circled twice over the auditorium, as if it had spotted its target, and it flapped its wings a few times, which were originally slender under the belly of the bird. Stretching out his red legs, he landed on the dining table first, and then folded his wings.

The whole landing looks elegant and beautiful, as light as an elf dancing on the water.

"I also want a courier that doesn't litter packages like this..." Ernie said most of the people's aspirations against the soup splashed by a package dropped by his owl.

Annie next to her laughed, and waved her wand. Under the beautiful housework magic, the vegetable leaves hanging from Ernie's hair and the soup disappeared without a trace.

Alex stared at the white stork for a while, then turned to look around, Susan and Hannah immediately said that it had nothing to do with them, and then she looked back with a confused look: "...you Are you looking for me?"

The white stork nodded and raised its slender red legs. Only then did Alex notice that there was a small rectangular piece of cardboard hanging from its legs.

After this piece of cardboard was in Alex's hands, it turned into a very delicate invitation letter with dark flowers printed on it.

Alex opened it, and a line of beautiful and neat Italian italics appeared in front of her: Dear Alex (I hope you don’t mind me calling you that, of course, if you mind, please remember to tell me frankly, other things Same), I noticed you only have two Potions lessons in the morning on Friday, wondering if you would like to put our first Patronus practice on a Friday afternoon?I think it only takes about an hour for the first practice session.If there is no conflict with your Quidditch training time, I will meet you at the entrance of the auditorium at 01:30 pm.In any case please write back and Mr. White will bring your reply to me.

It was signed "Your faithful friend, Michael."

"Mr. White? Who?" Alex said to himself, and the white stork in front of him immediately raised its neck, stretched out its slender red beak, and pecked gently on her hand.

Alex wisely swallowed the words "It's not white", and was thinking about what to reply to the letter - she was too embarrassed to use post-it notes for such a formal invitation - when she saw the invitation There seemed to be some writing on the back of the letter, but when I turned it over, I saw that there was another line of writing on the back:

PS: I didn't find the post-it note. I saw that Mr. Ogden was writing the invitation letter, so I asked him for a blank invitation letter. Don't worry about it.

Alex bent her lips and smiled, and Susan next to her reminded her to hurry up, the Potions class was about to start, so she took out a loose-leaf notebook from her school bag, took out a pen and quickly wrote down the answer, tore it off, Fold it up and give it to the stork named Mr. White.

"Mr. White, please give this to Michael." She stuffed the folded note into the small bag hanging on the white stork's ankle, and said to the white stork seriously.

The white stork nodded reservedly, put down the legs that had just been raised for the convenience of her to place the note, and then raised them again. The two slender red legs overlapped and then separated. Under the eyes of everyone, it walked briskly, especially Strolled out of the auditorium gracefully.

Crowd: "..."

"Why doesn't it fly?" Neville asked on behalf of everyone.

Alex recalled the explanation he had read about the Encyclopedia of Animals, and his eyes wandered away: "I remember... before the white stork can fly, it needs a run-up..."

As a particularly scientific bird, every time a white stork takes off on the ground, it needs to run for a certain distance on the ground first, and at the same time vigorously flap its wings, and then it can fly after gaining a certain amount of lift--excluding the irritating I deeply feel that the way of taking off is too scientific in this unscientific world, and the flying posture of the white stork is still worth admiring.

This is the end of the discussion about the starting posture of this very scientific Mr. White. After all, there is a big cellar bat waiting for them to arrive. Arrived at the sumptuous luncheon.

In this class, I don't know what's wrong with Professor Snape. He stared at Alex walking back and forth, causing the little badgers around her to lose their hair in fright. Susan, who was taking medicine, was especially stressed, and almost collapsed in the common room when she came back.

Not even an Agana meme can cheer her up.

Alex patted Susan sympathetically, who slumped on the chair in the lounge for a while, and finally decided to go to sleep to make up for his wounded mind.

The silver-haired girl waved her hand and watched her friend go back to the dormitory, while she took out her Potions class homework and started to write it. The so-called early death and early death, it is better to finish writing early than to wait until the last moment to find out that you haven't written anything -- especially if the target is Si Professor Nepe.

When the clock pointed to [-]:[-], Alex, who had already finished his Potions homework and continued to study the account system, was reminded by the time he had set in advance to pack up his things and put them in a corner of the common room. The wand came out of the lounge.

When he arrived at the entrance of the auditorium, there were still 01 minutes before 30:3. Alex was thinking that he should not be late when he turned around and found that it was snowing outside.

Heavy snowfalls like goose feathers fell from the sky, covering the entire campus one after another, turning the world into a silvery white.

Such a heavy snow... Before any specific thoughts emerged in Alex's mind, he saw a figure in a thick cloak coming from a distance in the vast snow scene.

That should be said to be a walking movement, but Alex just blinked his eyes, and the figure arrived at the gate of Hogwarts Castle from a very far away.

The man took off his cloak at the door, shaking off the snowflakes on it, revealing his blond hair that shone like the sun.

As if feeling something, he raised his head and looked towards Alex.

At that time, something, like a light shining in the deepest darkness, lit up in the depths of his eyes.

It was so shining that Alex had an unknown urge to look away.

In Nurmengard, Gellert Grindelwald, who was imprisoned here, opened the reports sent by his former subordinates about various trivial matters as usual.

The Saints are fine, just miss him a little bit - so go ahead;

Lord Mihail is very good, but it seems to have entered a rebellious period recently, and everyone is very tired-oh, then continue to be tired;

Recently, we are promoting the restart of the Triwizard Tournament. Everyone is very busy and miss him even more-what does this have to do with him?

While making a very sober cognition in his heart, the old devil picked up the coffee next to him, brought it to his mouth, and continued to read the next article.

Lord Mikhail seems to be in love recently, and is about to teach that girl a spell—oh, that's nothing...Gellert turned over absently, and it took a second to realize what he had just seen.

"Cough, cough, cough!" He almost choked to death from his mouthful of coffee without noticing for a while, the old devil quickly turned the letter back and read it word by word for three times to make sure he read it correctly. The demon king of the previous generation who was so calm showed an expression as if he saw Hitler dancing with the house elf naked.

Mihail—that wretched boy who wants to teach spells?

Aware of this fact again, Grindelwald, who is the leader of the second generation of saints, a magic enlightenment teacher, a teacher of spells, and single-handedly raised his brother's posthumous child (no adult), trembled again.

God, is this the end of the world?

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