Hufflepuff never works overtime

The door of the classroom was opened again, and the two girls whispered to each other as they walked quickly to the front row. Seeing their figures, the Hufflepuffs in the back row really showed joy.

It seems that in this semester's class, they will not be called up to answer questions.

In fact, there are really not many questions to answer in this class, because there is not even a systematic textbook for Muggle studies, and even the OWL exam/Ordinary Wizarding Level/is also known as the easiest one to pass.

"Can any classmate tell me, who is the Muggle Prime Minister of the country we are in now?"

Bubaji looked around the silent classroom expectantly. After a long time, he raised a trembling hand.

She immediately strode up to the girl excitedly, "Don't be shy, kid, it's not shameful to say something wrong."

"Professor, I am Muggle-born..." The girl shrank her neck, she had never enjoyed this kind of treatment at Hogwarts, "This is a very basic common sense in our place, Mr. John Major .”

"Very good, very good," the female teacher nodded appreciatively, "I will give Hufflepuff five points."

"You didn't answer?" Faith looked at Hermione with a sullen expression in surprise, "You won't tell me you don't know about such a simple question, will you?"

"Of course not," Hermione shook her head quickly, pinching the buttons of her shirt with her cuff-clutching fingers, "I just think it's a bit strange to answer this question... I thought this class would be like a science class." It’s just like understanding our technological products from the perspective of wizards, but it sounds more like a common sense class?”

"You don't think this question is too stupid to answer, do you?" Faith asked with her head turned.

"No way..." Hermione silently closed the notebook in front of her, her eyes still faithfully following the movement of the professor's figure, "It's just that it's incredible that none of them know about it."

"After all, the educational environment is different." Faith didn't care much about it. The difference in background was not so obvious in Hufflepuff. In addition, she lived between the two identities since she was a child, so no matter where she was Neither side has such a strong sense of belonging, and they are not very sensitive to these things.

However, she knew that Hermione had suffered a lot because of her status, so she comforted her, "Actually, I can't remember the name of the current Minister of Magic, and sometimes I will suddenly confuse those big shots."

"That's because you never read the news and newspapers, and you know that you read something that is not nutritious."

The grumbling Miss Granger still said she couldn't accept it. Professor Bubaji on the podium was talking about the relationship between the Prime Minister and the Minister of Magic. No wonder Sirius' arrest warrant appeared in the "Daily Prophet" and on TV at the same time. up.

"Okay, wouldn't it be great if the course content was simpler. It's hard enough to take 12 courses, why don't you take this opportunity to relax your mind."

Hermione licked her upper lip, trying to convince herself to accept the other's suggestion.

"Although Muggles can't use spells, they have invented a lot of 'machines' to make life easier. The few pictures I will show you now are what I used to investigate their daily life. taking pictures."

Although there was no malice or slander, Hermione frowned every time the word 'Muggle' was repeated in the professor's mouth. She never felt that there was anything shameful about her background, and she didn't think that wizards were better than muggles. Melon is superior.

No matter how convenient the spell is, there are restrictions on the applicable crowd. You must know that many life-oriented machines can be easily used even by people who do not understand the principle.

As Professor Bubaji's class progressed, the discussion in the classroom gradually became more heated, especially when the size comparison images of airplanes and broomsticks were put together.

"Although I haven't personally experienced it, such a huge family can carry hundreds of Muggles and fly in the air, and the flying speed is even faster than the brooms used in many competitions!"

All kinds of voices of exclamation and doubts rang out, and Bubaji clapped his hands happily when he saw everyone discussing enthusiastically, "This is our first homework, comparing the movement methods of wizards and Muggles. Ask those Muggle-born wizards to write a 9ft paper with a deadline of early next month."

Hearing that the professor assigned the thesis homework in the first class, several students dared to groan, but only Bubaji responded with a chuckle, "I hope you all write well, and those that will be included in the final grade Oh."

This was originally an easy task for Miss Granger, but she looked depressed, and Faith leaned over in doubt, "What's the matter, isn't this a good opportunity for you to show your talents. "

"I don't like this feeling very much, they don't treat us as equals," Hermione turned her head slightly, put her mouth next to Faith's ear and complained softly, "I can see those 'inspections' every day at home." I can see why it is described like an animal observation diary..."

"I hope you won't be too sensitive about this kind of thing," Faith sighed silently, "but I also know that you can't really not care..."

Faith was like stroking a kitten with fried fur, and touched the back of the other's neck through the soft curly hair, "You can't be too anxious, you must know that this teacher is still willing to show our good side, and if we don't even You all think that 'Muggle' is a derogatory term, so it's just letting those people with bad intentions get their way."

Hermione's tense expression slowly relaxed. She half-bowed on the desk, turned her head to meet Faith's gentle eyes, "Then how should I change their thinking?"

"Even if you threaten them with a wand, people who look down on Muggles are still the same." The touch of the fingertips was extraordinarily smooth, and she squeezed along the direction of the back of the neck, and Faise had to assume the role of a masseuse in front of a pacifier. .

"It's enough to be yourself, just like in the first grade. As long as you are good enough, you can become a Muggle or a Muggle wizard."

Chapter 190 Four

"You don't have to come to accompany me specially, nothing will go wrong."

Standing in the unoccupied bathroom, Hermione pulled the pendant out from the neckline. The warm metal cooled quickly after touching the air, and her fingers trembled nervously when she rested on it.

"I just want to see the effect of the time-turner with my own eyes." Faith chuckled lightly and took a step back. "Come on, I hope it won't disappoint us."

Taking a deep breath, she carefully fiddled with the golden hourglass and let it spin twice. Hermione held her breath and stood there, her round brown eyes unblinking, with excitement surging in her eyes.

She could hear her heart beating gradually louder, and when she wondered whether it would work, Faise's figure suddenly blurred in front of her, as if she was placed on a roller coaster going backwards, and quickly retreated with a downhill, Then he was thrown into a large cloud, and he couldn't hear anything except knocking and ringing.

Seeing Hermione disappear in place abruptly, Faith was still a little dazed.

It's not like the distorted feeling of being sucked into a point when the rabbi casts the phantom, but more like the grating feeling of the old TV when the signal is poor due to radio waves.

That looked really cool, but it was a pity Hermione couldn't see how she disappeared.

The bathroom without one person was particularly deserted. Before Myrtle brought mournful wailing to the place, Faith was about to leave with a little wonder, but she didn't expect that just as she went out, she saw Hercules standing outside waiting for her. sensitive.

She couldn't help tilting her head, and met the smiling eyes of the other party, and it took a while to realize that this might not be the Hermione just now.

"You...are you done with arithmetic and divination?"

"Yes, you were right not to take this class. It is indeed a bit like a math class, and the professor sent us a very complicated table of numbers. It feels like you will collapse by reciting it."

Hermione has been lying in ambush here for a while in order to surprise the other party. After listening to the conversation between "myself two hours ago" and Faise, while snickering, her biggest emotion is——

"Is this how I speak? It sounds weird..."

Faise was still immersed in the wonderful exclamation, and she didn't recover for a while, until Hermione urged her to be late for the next class, and then reluctantly left.

"I'll see you in the auditorium after class is over! You have to describe to me how time travel feels like."

"Understood," Hermione, who stayed where she was going to go backtracking for the second time, waved her hand, "Don't be late for the first class!"

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Professor Flitwick's class is definitely not boring-in fact, the professors at Hogwarts have their own understanding of textbooks and lectures, so as long as you listen carefully in class, you won't have to spend a lot of time memorizing books , which also benefited Miss Orest, who was dyslexic.

But today's Charms lesson is simply too long. Faith's mind is full of time-turners, plus the key points and spells of the Happy Charm, which Hermione has previewed with her in advance.

The two of them couldn't practice with wands because of Zongsi's restrictions, so they used twigs from the yard of Granger's house instead, and they even had their own polished twigs.

"Why does she look so stupid today? I haven't cast a spell on her yet, she's already giggling." Tarsila asked curiously, raising her chin in the direction of Faith.

"Who knows? In the end, it's the pick..." Miriam pondered over the words in the book, pointed the wand at Tarsila's wrist and swung it, and saw a red light shooting at the other person, and then The expression of the person suddenly became weird.

"Are you feeling happy?"

"No." Like a woman from a good family who has been frivolously folded her arms, Tarsila frowned and rubbed her arms. "It feels like someone is deliberately tickling me. Are you sure you pronounced the spell correctly?"

"Wait, let me study it again..."

The enthusiasm for learning quickly faded after a few practice sessions. The three girls invariably chose to accept the passable results and started chatting, only pretending when the professor came over.

"So, did you see Hermione in the divination class?" Faith pretended to ask casually. After all, she couldn't let her roommate find out about Hermione's use of the time-turner. She promised not to leak the secret. .

Although she can pretend not to know if she is found to be abnormal, but concealing her friends will always make her feel a little uncomfortable.

"Of course, she stays in the same classroom as us. You know, with her high-profile behavior pattern, it's hard to miss." Tarsila turned her head away and yawned secretly.

"I think she seems to be dissatisfied with the divination class and Professor Trelawney. Of course, this is normal. After all, the professor not only said that the books in the divination class are useless, but also predicted that something bad will happen to Potter..."

The more Tarsila said, the softer she was. She actually liked Professor Trelawney quite a bit, because when she first learned how to interpret tea leaves, the professor praised her for being very imaginative.

"It's not surprising that Hermione doesn't like her." Milian propped her head on her hands and played with the ends of her hair. "The professor looks unreliable. I feel that what she predicted is the same as what I wrote in the History of Magic exam. Cast the net far and wide—one that counts.”

"An accident happened? That Mr. Savior? That professor really dares to say..."

Faith couldn't help but click her tongue, "To be honest, it's good luck to escape once or twice, but in terms of the frequency with which those two boys fell into danger without hesitation, they already belong to the level of accidents sooner or later in my heart. "

"Please don't omit Hermione on purpose, okay?" Tarsila elbowed Feisi viciously, causing her to roll her eyes.

"Hermione is still reasonable..." Faith felt a little guilty when she said this, she coughed twice and changed the subject, "That's why I didn't take the divination class, let's not mention the accuracy of the prophecy for now. Anyway, it can’t change the future, so it’s better not to know.”

"I should listen to you and not take divination classes." Miriam glared at Tarsila bitterly, "This guy's interpretation doesn't sound very reliable, and he cursed me that I would encounter suffering in the near future... ..."

"I just said that there is a crooked cross in your cup, and you said it yourself when you encountered suffering," Tarsila shrank her neck, "and I also said that what you expected will finally come true."

"I have many wishes, which one are you talking about? When will it come true?" Miriam's two rhetorical questions made Tarsila choke, she pouted and shook her head, "Knowing these will only make me become paranoid..."

After finishing the charm class, they ran into the Gryffindor trio on the way to the auditorium. Miriam's thoughts coincided with Hermione's. The two girls sang and chorused to express their dissatisfaction and disdain for the divination class.

Ron and Tarsila, who wanted to refute, couldn't even find a chance to intervene, and if they said a word occasionally, they would be choked up quickly.

Chapter 190 Five

"The small attic, the red curtains, the broken futon, and the disgusting smell, I wonder if the wind has never passed through that place." Hermione hammered her chest with her hand, even if she thought about it now , feel stuffy and out of breath.

"And those dirty crayon heads and playing cards..." Miriam frowned and smacked her lips, "I even wonder if she can see the correct information from the teacup, after all, the original tea stains on the thing It’s so thick it’s covered with pulp.”

"If I was in that environment every day, I'd become like that professor talking too much—the brain is starved of oxygen."

Today's lion cub seemed to be particularly aggressive, Faise patted her hand calmly, Hermione swallowed the rest of her complaints, her face collapsed, and she looked at him with aggrieved eyes.

"It's just an elective course. You will always meet what you are good at or what you are not good at. No matter how smart you are, you cannot be appreciated by all the teachers,"

It looked like a big dog who was bullied outside asking for comfort. Faith was tickled by the other party's behavior, and she couldn't help smiling, "As revenge, if she asks questions in class and no one responds, you can choose Indifference doesn't talk at all."

"It's embarrassing to think about that scene," Tarsila whispered from the side, not forgetting to put her head next to Miriam, "she's really bad..."

Miriam glanced at her lightly, turned her head and did not answer, and the bewildered Tarsila touched her nose at a loss.

Harry didn't join any side. Although he didn't like the professor who predicted that he would encounter an accident, if he was on the side of the two girls, then Ron would definitely blame himself afterwards. a few days.

He watched Ron ready to move, as if he was about to make a big move, and sighed silently.

Ron would never learn not to mess with them, and it was no wonder he wasn't popular with girls - no matter the house.

As Harry predicted, Ron couldn't see that Hermione's arrogance became arrogant again, and deliberately ran out, "Don't make excuses, you are just angry because Professor Trelawney said you have no talent, Miss Perfect and Perfect can't accept yourself s failure."

"I didn't fail!" Hermione raised her tone immediately.

"Who knows, look at your performance in class today. No one wants to know what kind of tea is in the cup or how it's distributed. Divination relies on imagination! Imagination, understand?"

"Don't make me angry with Ron," said Hermione, who was dizzy with hunger after 7 hours of class after a simple breakfast, otherwise she would definitely have a good fight with Ron, "Professor McGonagall said We said in the first grade that divination is the least rigorous branch of magic."

"So Professor McGonagall is the professor of Transfiguration, not Divination."

Seeing that her teammates choked Hermione speechless during the debate, Tarsila got excited and wanted to get involved.

But just as she was about to jump out and speak, her shoulder was firmly held down by a cold hand. Looking sideways, it was Miriam's face with a half-smile. Animal instinct made her raise her hands in surrender shape.

"I failed the Transformation class... I am not qualified to comment on Professor McGonagall."

"uh-huh."

The two quarreled as much as they wanted, and there was Faise and Harry in the middle, although the poor Mr. Savior was already used to this way of getting along with two friends-they never had a good communication, not for homework, In class, we quarrel over pets and daily habits.

Faise tried her best to divert Hermione's attention to other places. Once the little lion got emotional, she completely ignored the image problem. She felt distressed for the other party's voice.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but glared at Ron complainingly.

Does this person have some kind of curse, if you stay with him, your mental age will decrease...

"Okay Hermione, don't worry about those tea leaves or tea stains, how did you feel about your first Transfiguration class? The process of Professor McGonagall turning into a cat is amazing no matter how many times you watch it."

"Of course," Hermione nodded vigorously, and said coolly, "but no one applauded when she showed the Animagus except me. You can't even imagine the disappointment in the professor's eyes at that time. She must have been shocked by this group of people." Heartbroken by indifferent students!"

Ron was taken aback for a moment, and then spread his hands to argue, "There is no way, we were all immersed in Professor Trelawney's prophecy at that time, and the eagle, bludgeon, skeleton and unknown in Harry's teacup, aren't you curious?" ?"

"Besides, Animagus sounds so complicated... Except for Professor McGonagall, I don't think there is a second person in Hogwarts who knows it. What's the use of learning it? We won't need it in this lifetime."

"You don't need it because of your sloppy attitude." Hermione gave him a hard look, "Harry's accident is all because of that teacher's nonsense, this is Hogwarts, the safest place in the world !Professors protect their students with magic, not broken teacups!"

When Faise heard the phrase 'the safest place in the world', she couldn't help coughing a few times, resisting the doubts in her heart, fluttering her eyelashes, and hesitated to speak.

"Maybe in the predicted danger, Harry can take precautions and escape?" Ron patted his good brother on the shoulder vigorously, staring at Harry's blue eyes as if surging waves.

Harry, who was quietly admiring the long-lost sunshine through the corridor glass, was suddenly snapped back to reality by the other party. He scratched his neck in a daze, "Yes, it makes sense."

"Harry!"

Hermione raised her eyebrows, poked her head out from Faise's side, and opened a pair of round eyes angrily, trying to grab the attention of the 'reviewer'.

"Forgive me," Mr. Savior immediately said to withdraw from the battlefield, "You guys are arguing with you, don't get involved with me."

"Look, even Harry agrees with my idea. You can't deny the value of divination just because you can't do it yourself!"

"Return this sentence to you, Ron, one day, bad guys will use Animagus to lurk beside you, and at that time, you won't have time to regret why you didn't pay attention to the class!"

Hermione was so angry that her brain ached. If Faise hadn't been by her side, she would have escalated the argument from verbal to physical coercion.

Even if she was hungry, she would show Mr. Weasley whether Transfiguration would work!

Imagining the embarrassment of turning the teacup into a lobster, and the other party's round nose being pinched by large pliers, Miss Granger let out a menacing "hum".