From Azkaban To Hogwarts

There is a room that is responsive, a small room summoned by the twins.

The three professors McGonagall most troubled Gryffindor who can be in the top ten are talking and chatting here, and the atmosphere is harmonious as if netizens who have been chatting for many years met offline.

Although they had not chatted before, the name Sirius had been slandered in the newspapers for more than half a year.

"Interesting, interesting, really interesting."

Although it's a bit discomforting that the map of the live spot might fall into Dumbledore's hands by the hand of Professor William, the management loopholes in the administrator Filch still remain in the revised school rules. There is really no end to what can be exploited.

"So, after all, you still have a number advantage. No matter how hard we tried, we couldn't do what you did-Lu Ping was too slow."

When they heard that the two men tacitly stole the map from Filch's spoils, Sirius couldn't help but say it.

A good relationship means a good relationship. Lupin didn't get away with it when he was a prank—mainly because Lupin is the prefect, and he always looks forward to everything he does.

But what can be done? Could it be that when the Internet cafe is open, the one that pits the most and kicks it out in the next round?

No, the pit still has to be pitted by him.

"Professor Lupin? Probably like Ron?"

Sirius is let go, and the twins are not bad—"You don’t know, Mr. Black, Ron, that little fool, it’s almost..."

—

"Mr. Potter!"

Harry was sitting on pins and needles, and the light projected from Professor McGonagall's glasses could kill people.

He can only put his head lower and lower, so as to show that he has realized the mistake.

"Professor Snape is very angry now-he roared in my office for a quarter of an hour!"

"The three kids are all lying in the school hospital without waking up! You are only in third grade, Potter!"

First Sirius Black, then Harry Potter, she even felt that she needed to drink a little potion to stay calm, otherwise she would be fainted with anger.

"I don't use black magic, professor..."

Harry whispered aggrievedly-Merlin's socks, Malfoy and the others blocked him, it was not him who took the initiative to ask for trouble!

Although it was a bit too much to send three people to the hospital, but after so long, how could you not wake up!

"Do you still want to use black magic?"

"I haven't learned black magic, professor!"

Suddenly remembering the warning, Harry quickly defended-‘absolutely draw a clear line with the black magic, even if it is really useful, don’t use it! ’

With scrutinizing eyes, Professor McGonagall stared at Harry for a long time, until the sound of footsteps came outside.

"Anyway, it's too much, Potter, you are not in a duel."

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There is a room that is responsive, a small room summoned by the twins.

The three professors McGonagall most troubled Gryffindor who can be in the top ten are talking and chatting here, and the atmosphere is harmonious as if netizens who have been chatting for many years met offline.

Although they had not chatted before, the name Sirius had been slandered in the newspapers for more than half a year.

"Interesting, interesting, really interesting."

Although it's a bit discomforting that the map of the live spot might fall into Dumbledore's hands by the hand of Professor William, the management loopholes in the administrator Filch still remain in the revised school rules. There is really no end to what can be exploited.

"So, after all, you still have a number advantage. No matter how hard we tried, we couldn't do what you did-Lu Ping was too slow."

When they heard that the two men tacitly stole the map from Filch's spoils, Sirius couldn't help but say it.

A good relationship means a good relationship. Lupin didn't get away with it when he was a prank—mainly because Lupin is the prefect, and he always looks forward to everything he does.

But what can be done? Could it be that when the Internet cafe is open, the one that pits the most and kicks it out in the next round?

No, the pit still has to be pitted by him.

"Professor Lupin? Probably like Ron?"

Sirius is let go, and the twins are not bad—"You don’t know, Mr. Black, Ron, that little fool, it’s almost..."

—

"Mr. Potter!"

Harry was sitting on pins and needles, and the light projected from Professor McGonagall's glasses could kill people.

He can only put his head lower and lower, so as to show that he has realized the mistake.

"Professor Snape is very angry now-he roared in my office for a quarter of an hour!"

"The three kids are all lying in the school hospital without waking up! You are only in third grade, Potter!"

First Sirius Black, then Harry Potter, she even felt that she needed to drink a little potion to stay calm, otherwise she would be fainted with anger.

"I don't use black magic, professor..."

Harry whispered aggrievedly-Merlin's socks, Malfoy and the others blocked him, it was not him who took the initiative to ask for trouble!

Although it was a bit too much to send three people to the hospital, but after so long, how could you not wake up!

"Do you still want to use black magic?"

"I haven't learned black magic, professor!"

Suddenly remembering the warning, Harry quickly defended-‘absolutely draw a clear line with the black magic, even if it is really useful, don’t use it! ’

With scrutinizing eyes, Professor McGonagall stared at Harry for a long time, until the sound of footsteps came outside.

"Anyway, it's too much, Potter, you are not in a duel."

There is a room that is responsive, a small room summoned by the twins.

The three professors McGonagall most troubled Gryffindor who can be in the top ten are talking and chatting here, and the atmosphere is harmonious as if netizens who have been chatting for many years met offline.

Although they had not chatted before, the name Sirius had been slandered in the newspapers for more than half a year.

"Interesting, interesting, really interesting."

Although it's a bit discomforting that the map of the live spot might fall into Dumbledore's hands by the hand of Professor William, the management loopholes in the administrator Filch still remain in the revised school rules. There is really no end to what can be exploited.

"So, after all, you still have a number advantage. No matter how hard we tried, we couldn't do what you did-Lu Ping was too slow."

When they heard that the two men tacitly stole the map from Filch's spoils, Sirius couldn't help but say it.

A good relationship means a good relationship. Lupin didn't get away with it when he was a prank—mainly because Lupin is the prefect, and he always looks forward to everything he does.

But what can be done? Could it be that when the Internet cafe is open, the one that pits the most and kicks it out in the next round?

No, the pit still has to be pitted by him.

"Professor Lupin? Probably like Ron?"

Sirius is let go, and the twins are not bad—"You don’t know, Mr. Black, Ron, that little fool, it’s almost..."

—

"Mr. Potter!"

Harry was sitting on pins and needles, and the light projected from Professor McGonagall's glasses could kill people.

He can only put his head lower and lower, so as to show that he has realized the mistake.

"Professor Snape is very angry now-he roared in my office for a quarter of an hour!"

"The three kids are all lying in the school hospital without waking up! You are only in third grade, Potter!"

First Sirius Black, then Harry Potter, she even felt that she needed to drink a little potion to stay calm, otherwise she would be fainted with anger.

"I don't use black magic, professor..."

Harry whispered aggrievedly-Merlin's socks, Malfoy and the others blocked him, it was not him who took the initiative to ask for trouble!

Although it was a bit too much to send three people to the hospital, but after so long, how could you not wake up!

"Do you still want to use black magic?"

"I haven't learned black magic, professor!"

Suddenly remembering the warning, Harry quickly defended-‘absolutely draw a clear line with the black magic, even if it is really useful, don’t use it! ’

With scrutinizing eyes, Professor McGonagall stared at Harry for a long time, until the sound of footsteps came outside.

"Anyway, it's too much, Potter, you are not in a duel."

There is a room that is responsive, a small room summoned by the twins.

The three professors McGonagall most troubled Gryffindor who can be in the top ten are talking and chatting here, and the atmosphere is harmonious as if netizens who have been chatting for many years met offline.

Although they had not chatted before, the name Sirius had been slandered in the newspapers for more than half a year.

"Interesting, interesting, really interesting."

Although it's a bit discomforting that the map of the live spot might fall into Dumbledore's hands by the hand of Professor William, the management loopholes in the administrator Filch still remain in the revised school rules. There is really no end to what can be exploited.

"So, after all, you still have a number advantage. No matter how hard we tried, we couldn't do what you did-Lu Ping was too slow."

When they heard that the two men tacitly stole the map from Filch's spoils, Sirius couldn't help but say it.

A good relationship means a good relationship. Lupin didn't get away with it when he was a prank—mainly because Lupin is the prefect, and he always looks forward to everything he does.

But what can be done? Could it be that when the Internet cafe is open, the one that pits the most and kicks it out in the next round?

No, the pit still has to be pitted by him.

"Professor Lupin? Probably like Ron?"

Sirius is let go, and the twins are not bad—"You don’t know, Mr. Black, Ron, that little fool, it’s almost..."

—

"Mr. Potter!"

Harry was sitting on pins and needles, and the light projected from Professor McGonagall's glasses could kill people.

He can only put his head lower and lower, so as to show that he has realized the mistake.

"Professor Snape is very angry now-he roared in my office for a quarter of an hour!"

"The three kids are all lying in the school hospital without waking up! You are only in third grade, Potter!"

First Sirius Black, then Harry Potter, she even felt that she needed to drink a little potion to stay calm, otherwise she would be fainted with anger.

"I don't use black magic, professor..."

Harry whispered aggrievedly-Merlin's socks, Malfoy and the others blocked him, it was not him who took the initiative to ask for trouble!

Although it was a bit too much to send three people to the hospital, but after so long, how could you not wake up!

"Do you still want to use black magic?"

"I haven't learned black magic, professor!"

Suddenly remembering the warning, Harry quickly defended-‘absolutely draw a clear line with the black magic, even if it is really useful, don’t use it! ’

With scrutinizing eyes, Professor McGonagall stared at Harry for a long time, until the sound of footsteps came outside.

"Anyway, it's too much, Potter, you are not in a duel."

There is a room that is responsive, a small room summoned by the twins.

The three professors McGonagall most troubled Gryffindor who can be in the top ten are talking and chatting here, and the atmosphere is harmonious as if netizens who have been chatting for many years met offline.

Although they had not chatted before, the name Sirius had been slandered in the newspapers for more than half a year.

"Interesting, interesting, really interesting."

Although it's a bit discomforting that the map of the point of life might fall into Dumbledore's hands by the hand of Professor William, UU reading www.uukanshu. However, regarding the management loopholes of the administrator Filch, there are still some loopholes in the revised school regulations.

"So, after all, you still have a number advantage. No matter how hard we tried, we couldn't do what you did-Lu Ping was too slow."

When they heard that the two men tacitly stole the map from Filch's spoils, Sirius couldn't help but say it.

A good relationship means a good relationship. Lupin didn't get away with it when he was a prank—mainly because Lupin is the prefect, and he always looks forward to everything he does.

But what can be done? Could it be that when the Internet cafe is open, the one that pits the most and kicks it out in the next round?

No, the pit still has to be pitted by him.

"Professor Lupin? Probably like Ron?"

Sirius is let go, and the twins are not bad—"You don’t know, Mr. Black, Ron, that little fool, it’s almost..."

—

"Mr. Potter!"

Harry was sitting on pins and needles, and the light projected from Professor McGonagall's glasses could kill people.

He can only put his head lower and lower, so as to show that he has realized the mistake.

"Professor Snape is very angry now-he roared in my office for a quarter of an hour!"

"The three kids are all lying in the school hospital without waking up! You are only in third grade, Potter!"

First Sirius Black, then Harry Potter, she even felt that she needed to drink a little potion to stay calm, otherwise she would be fainted with anger.

"I don't use black magic, professor..."

Harry whispered aggrievedly-Merlin's socks, Malfoy and the others blocked him, it was not him who took the initiative to ask for trouble!

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