Fantastic Creatures Trainer at Hogwarts

"Yes!" Farley and the little snakes around her finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Ringo and Hermione walked into a corner.

"Ringo..." Hermione looked at him.

"What's the matter?" Ringo looked at the little witch tenderly, "Are you going to practice spells? Or are you going to talk? You don't hesitate like the Hermione I know."

Listen to his soft words.

Hermione's eyes suddenly became misty, but she quickly shrugged her nose, trying not to shed tears, but said: "In the era when wizards and Muggles were not separated, dark wizards They treat Muggles like bedbugs, ravaging with spells at will...

In the middle of this century, the dark wizard Grindelwald led his saints to set off revolutions in various countries, and countless wizards and Muggles died in his hands...

During the First Wizarding War, You-Know-Who also killed many wizards, and slaughtered Muggles and Muggle-borns with his appetite for pure blood..."

Ringo listened silently.

He probably knew why Hermione was telling him history all of a sudden.

But he didn't bother.

From the first wizarding war, the shaggy-headed witch who couldn't close the chatterbox talked about how dark wizards tortured people and how they were evil, and then extended to those evil villains and war criminals in Muggle history... …

Ringo couldn't help but said, "Hermione, what do you want to say?"

"I..." Hermione, who was interrupted from telling the history, hesitated to speak. She looked at Ringo complainingly, and soon became worried, "I'm worried, Ringo, you won't become that kind of person."

"Why do you think so?" Ringo raised an eyebrow.

"Because the people of Slytherin...you hang them on the tree, and I can explain how you fight back in the face of bullying choices, but Sadie Baldock she...they are loyal to you, and Farley Submission...I don't know what you guys are doing, Ringo, I, I just feel very abnormal..."

Snapped!

A tear fell.

In the complex emotions of worry, fear and shame, Hermione finally couldn't help crying.

however……

Seeing the little girl crying, Ringo laughed, stretched out his hand and rubbed her head: "So it's because of this, I said Hermione, what is your little head thinking all day long?"

"Thinking wildly?" Hermione's crying face was full of doubts, "Isn't it true?"

"it is true……"

"That……"

"But so what? Hermione, do you think among the people who are loyal to me and surrender to me, are there any from other colleges?" Ringo stared into her eyes, "Think about it, for you, for you Harry, Ron, Neville, Seamus, even Lavender, Patil...have I shown the malice you imagined?"

"Then why did Slytherin and the others..."

"Because they're Slytherins!"

Ringo's hands tightened slightly.

Let the girls look at the little snakes on the field like myself: "Slytherin pays attention to blood, rank, dignity and interests. They apologize to me, and I can become friends with them. But they will never be willing, because In their eyes, there are no friends, and the only way to get close to me is to show surrender.

And the more I command them, the more at ease they feel.But if I want to associate with them on an equal footing, Hermione, think about it with your clever little head, would they be willing? "

Hermione opened her mouth.

But there was no sound.

Under Ringo's "twisting", she saw a group of people in Farley, who obviously respected Farley. When she and Ringo looked over, she immediately nodded with humble eyes;

She also sees Pansy Parkinson in her grade, with her friends Hestia Carroll and Daphne Greengrass, seemingly equals.

But she often bickers with them, knowing that they compare, despise and look down on each other. They seem to be good sisters, but the relationship is as fragile as plastic;

She saw the three of Malfoy again, Malfoy was so cowardly and stupid, but there were also two servants who followed him like their masters...

"Concrete analysis of specific issues." Ringo rose to the philosophical level, "It's hard for me to calm down in Slytherin. If I choose to be friends, I'm afraid they will be incompatible. It's better to choose to be the boss, at least under my control. Pure blood supremacy will ostensibly cease to exist."

He looked down at the witch: "In the future, no one will call us two "Mudbloods" in school. "

Hear this.

Hermione's breathing gradually became heavier. She looked at Ringo. This was the same attribute as hers. For some reason, hearing what Ringo said, she felt that the relationship between the two was a little closer.

but……

Think of all kinds of evil deeds of dark wizards.

She still refused to admit defeat and said: "I would like to believe you, Ringo, but please don't let me know that you have become bad. If, if you become like that, I will never talk to you again."

"Don't worry..." Ringo made a "promise".

- I will not change.

—I am now.

It's a pity that Hermione couldn't hear his inner monologue, and immediately burst into tears and laughed: "That's good! Hmph! Don't be dazed, let's practice!"

"I guess it's difficult." Ringo shook his head.

Hermione looked puzzled: "Why?"

But as soon as he finished speaking, he saw a tall witch walking over: "Hermione, can I borrow Ringo for a while? I have a question about dueling skills and I want to ask him."

It was Penello, the prefect of Eagle Academy.

"But..." Hermione felt a sense of crisis in the face of this beautiful prefect, but she turned around and thought that she really didn't have the right to dominate Ringo.After all, other people's problems have to be solved, so I just nodded depressedly, "Of course."

"thanks……"

Penello glanced at the little witch's tears as if nothing had happened, then looked at Ringo, his eyes suddenly softened: "Let's go, little genius."

"Practice with a friend first, Hermione, after all, you are really not my opponent." Ringo encouraged the little witch with a contemptuous tone, and then left with Penello.

Ok……

Drilled another small corner.

And it happened to be opposite Hermione's position.

"What's the matter, my beautiful Miss Prefect." Facing Penello, Ringo was much more relaxed, "What's the problem?"

The tall slender witch looked at him: "Why did you make Hermione cry?"

"It's nothing..." Ringo wouldn't talk about another girl with a close relationship in front of a girl with a close relationship.

"Hmph..." Penello understood what he meant, and snorted, "What's going on with Farley?"

"Probably because I was scared. After all, you know that after I made that threat before the Christmas holiday, almost the whole hospital expressed their apologies to me. Only she and a small group of people are still stubborn. Unfortunately, today... ..." Ringo smiled, "She wants to invite me to dinner at night, it must be more than just bowing her head."

"Maybe it's surrender." Penello looked at the little boy with complicated eyes, "It's really hard to imagine that you, a first-year student, have vaguely become the boss of Slytherin."

"Afraid?"

"Oh?" Penello approached with a wand, pretending to ask questions about the spell, but hovered around Ringo's waist with the other hand, "Who is afraid?"

Ringo put away his smiling face: "I'm scared..."

"What a cute boy." Penello's lips were shiny with alluring lip gloss. "Actually, I want to ask, will you use me to have a good relationship with Farley in the future?"

"You have a good relationship with her and do—" Ringo felt the flesh around his waist being pinched, and immediately changed the topic, "It's beautifully done!"

"Seriously, is it okay?"

"It's ok……"

"Oh, that's good, all right, I'm fine, let's play a game?"

"There's no bed here—hey, are you really screwed?"

……

Hermione was still a child.

Now Ringo certainly doesn't think much about a child, he just treats him like a good friend.So faced with a good friend's threats of "good guys and bad guys" and "ignore you".

He didn't care.

Penello is considered an adult.

The relationship between the two is gradually heating up, but because of Ringo's age, the window paper has not been pierced.

but……

Sometimes Penello has learned to look at problems from the "common" perspective of Ringo and himself.

Obviously, this beautiful prefect is not as "rigid" and "just" as Hermione.Therefore, not only did she not feel bad about what Lingo did in the Snake Yard, she even wanted to contribute...

Ringo had no reason to refuse.

And it was his refusal to feel that Penello was getting closer again - at least he had never twisted the soft flesh around his waist before - which was exclusive to Daisy before.

in this way……

until the end of get out of class.

Ringo didn't even leave Penello.

The two fought several times: one played heartily, the other played sweaty, and then went their separate ways after class.

Yes……

Soothe Hermione first.

Then he hit Penello.

And now, Ringo is going to dinner with Farley...

night.

A classroom located in the Astronomy Tower.

The roof here is transparent, and you can see the bright and twinkling stars in the sky.

And under the stars.

It was a long table full of food, and there was a stove next to it, and a witch was frying steaks on it.

Ringo sat on the main seat.

While drinking pumpkin porridge, he watched the witch busy: "You asked me to come here, didn't you just cook for me?"

sizzle...

The witch had already prepared the steak and brought out the plate. She was stunned when she heard Ringo's words: "You're right, this, this is just an apology."

"I accept." Ringo stared at the other party, "But Prefect Farley, can you feel at ease if I eat a meal you cook yourself and accept the apology?"

"Can't..." Farley knew what Ringo meant, and the other little snakes offered "precious things".

And the meals she cooks with her own hands are not expensive.

"So?" Ringo frowned, "Stop hiding it, what else do you want to say?"

Farley smiled inexplicably.

Got poked by Ringo.

She seemed to relax a lot. Hearing this, she immediately took off her apron, and stood not far from Ringo, her eyes were burning: "I want to ask, Mr. Ringo, do you have any plans for the future?"

"110" Quirrell with no blood to suck

It looked like the prefect wasn't just apologizing.

It also means surrender.

It's a pity that I was worried and felt that I shouldn't be so impulsive in deciding on my future—that's why I asked?

Ringo leaned back in his chair.

He looked flatly at the female prefect standing in front of him, and kept silent.

It wasn't until the female prefect put away her smile and the pressure climbed back on her body that she felt a little numb in her heart. He said calmly, "Are you qualified to know my goal?"

The headmistress was startled.

Although she couldn't perceive the tone of the plain words, she quickly lowered her head and said, "I'm sorry, I overstepped."

"I know what you mean."

Lingo leaned slightly, leaning on his chin with his right hand, seemingly bored: "If my goal is not too different from yours, you will come on board; if the goal is different, you will offer other utensils as an apology today. Right?"