Hogwarts Lion Girl

The sunlight shone through the old glass windows, illuminating the dusty classroom.

The little wizards entered the classroom one after another and chose their seats. Their choice of seats seemed to represent their expectations for the upcoming classes.

Although History of Magic is one of the most unique subjects at Hogwarts School, young witches and wizards have mixed feelings about it.

This course is taught by a ghost professor, Professor Binns, which in itself is mixed with a hint of mystery and excitement.

Professor Binns is a seemingly trance-like, transparent ghost, always wearing a tattered academic robe.

He always appears without any warning, as if the condensed water vapor in the air suddenly condenses into a human shape and appears silently in front of the podium.

In the classroom, Professor Binns began his lecture in a monotonous and ethereal voice like a dull melody. His words echoed like a dream between the ancient walls and in the ears of every little wizard, making people feel both psychedelic and drowsy.

He tells of magical history's wars, treaties, and the rise and fall of ancient magic, but his narrative is as lifeless as his faded chair and long-dried ink.

The freshmen's eyes gradually lost their luster, and their pens moved listlessly across the parchment, leaving behind a string of scribbled words, trying hard to write down those difficult names and lifeless dates.

Although initially curious about being taught by a ghost professor, the young wizards were soon exhausted by Professor Binns's lengthy and boring historical presentation.

Looking at the blue sky and white clouds outside the window and the birds flying in the yard, many little wizards' thoughts drifted elsewhere, and only a few nerds were still trying to take notes.

Some young wizards tried to cheer themselves up. They recalled all the strange and interesting deeds of Gryffindor in the legend, hoping to find some excitement in these ordinary history lessons.

However, even the occasional rustling sound of the professor turning pages could not cause the slightest ripple in their hearts.

The words in the books seem to have frozen time, recording long-gone and boring facts, while they are merely struggling to find a trace of fresh breath in the dust of history.

Whenever Professor Binns turned his back and wrote on the blackboard important years and events that almost no one would notice, the little wizards in the back row of the classroom began to exchange small notes furtively or perform trivial prank magic on each other's arms.

Professor Binns knew nothing about this. He continued with his lecture, as if he was telling an empty classroom about his past.

Salina sat in the dim light of morning, her crystal eyes projected on the dim pages of the book, as if they could penetrate the fog of time and space.

Her fingers gently flipped through the classic work "The Book of Deadly Potions" by the famous potion master Liberius. Every page was filled with obscure and difficult formulas and annotations.

She had already realized the structure of Professor Binns' class, a long-forgotten narrative, just like his ghostly figure that had remained unchanged for a thousand years, eternally wandering over the classroom.

Salina knew that as long as she maintained her attitude as a little wizard and did not challenge the established rules, she would be able to quietly travel in this ocean of academia.

She doesn't take notes because everything is recorded in a book.

Now, she is focusing all her energy on the secrets hidden in those potions.

Her eyes were firm and focused, as if she could unravel those difficult runes and find the power contained within.

Occasionally, a knowing smile would appear at the corner of her mouth, symbolizing the conquest of unknown knowledge and self-confidence.

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The bell for the end of get out of class rings, heralding the arrival of the most leisurely time of the day.

The sun shone through the old windows, casting flickering spots of light on the floor.

The little wizards left the classroom in twos and threes, leisurely, and walked towards the dining hall or dormitory.

Only Colin, like an admirer, followed Harry from a distance, constantly pressing the shutter of his camera.

The shutter clicks were brisk and firm, just like the rhythm of Colin's steps following Harry's.

Each time it is pressed, it records a fleeting gesture of Harry, or an inadvertent smile when he is talking to his classmates.

Colin walked briskly along the corridor, following closely behind his hero, his eyes peering through the camera to capture every detail.

To others, this might be just an enthusiastic fan, but to Colin, this enthusiasm was a deep respect for Harry's heroic act in saving the college last term, regardless of his own safety.

Even when Harry turned and left, leaving behind only a receding back, Colin did not give up the opportunity to record.

He is like a photojournalist, eager to capture the untold stories.

At that time, the camera lens became a window into the world in Colin's eyes.

Through it, Colin can see the Harry that others cannot see, the boy who bravely moves forward in the wizarding world and has a pair of firm eyes that can see through the fog.

He gently pressed the shutter button to freeze the figure that was getting farther and farther away and gradually blurred.

That back view represents all the stories of selflessness, bravery and fearlessness in Colin’s heart. It is the hero of his soul and the image that the camera in his hand will always remember.

"Colin, you seem to admire Harry very much." Salina looked at Colin and asked tentatively: "Do you want to take a photo? I can hold the camera for you."

Colin almost jumped up, his voice full of excitement and disbelief: "Really? Can I?"

His longing eyes and eager attitude made him look like a child who had received a long-awaited Christmas gift.

"I... Of course I do!" Colin stammered, his hands nervously rubbing his robes.

Salina smiled and looked at the reaction of the young boy in front of her, "Okay, Colin, follow me." Salina said, walking towards Harry.

Colin followed behind Salina, his heart beating like a drum, full of anticipation.

Every step he took brought him closer to the heroic boy, his camera already eager to capture every precious moment.

A moment later, they stood in front of Harry.

Colin tried his best to hide his excitement, but his trembling voice betrayed his inner feelings.

"Hello, Harry." He finally spoke, "I... I'm Colin, your... your fan. I took a picture of you in the lounge before. Do you... do you remember?"

Harry turned around and saw the younger boy with a red face. "Oh, I remember you."

Salina explained: "Colin wants to take a photo with you."

Harry was stunned, "With me? Oh, um... okay."

The group photo was taken successfully. When Colin saw it, he was so excited that he kept stamping his feet on the spot. He was very excited.

Salina thought for a moment and reminded, "If you use developing chemicals, you can make the photo move."

Colin's attention was immediately drawn, and he asked expectantly, "Can you teach me? I can't wait to make the photos move."

"Well, you just need to master the ratio of the developing solution, which is the key to making static photos 'come alive'. This solution can catalyze the magical elements in the photos and make them reproduce the bits and pieces of life. Of course, don't forget the meticulous operation in the darkroom. The exposure rate of each photo must be just right, so that a vivid picture can be perfectly presented. As for more specific steps, I'm afraid we have to find a comfortable seat and we can discuss it slowly while drinking hot pumpkin juice."

Colin hurriedly followed Salina with his camera, and did not forget to say goodbye to Harry before leaving.