[HP] Hogwarts students

Although Harry and Ron received unlimited preferential treatment and welcome in the lounge, they still paid the price the next morning.

Mrs. Weasley sent a roaring letter, and the whole auditorium was filled with the horrible sound of her roaring. She was angry and worried that Mr. Weasley had been censored by the Ministry of Magic.When we looked over, Ron buried his face in the plate, showing his blushing brow.

Harry was quite ashamed. He seemed to have just realized how serious the matter was, and lowered his head sullenly.

Hermione was also very angry, and she kept holding me back from talking to these two brash boys.

"They should reflect," she insisted.He pulled me straight into the third greenhouse, ignoring Harry and Ron.

The first herb class of the new semester was to repot the mandrake. I missed Alison's invitation to sow the mandrake, and I finally managed to repot the damned little plant.

To say it is a plant is to praise it, because the grass root buried under the flower pot is not a big lump of earthy brown rhizome, but a thing shaped like an ugly baby, and it will make piercing cries and screams. With good protective measures, you will definitely be fainted by it.

I was in a group with Parvati, Dean and Hufflepuff's Hannah Abbott.Parvati and Dean stood and whispered together, and I stayed with Hannah in a daze.

"Kelly, right?" Hannah greeted me shyly, clutching a gray earmuff. "We've done Charms together before, and you're amazing."

"Thank you, Hannah." I didn't have a deep impression of her, so I responded with a silly smile.

Pulling this ugly fat baby out of one soil pot and stuffing it into another soil pot is actually not difficult, especially after I quietly punched them in the face a few times. Easier, since everyone wears earmuffs anyway.

During the break time, I found that Hermione was always reading a book by Gilderoy Lockhart. I know she likes to read books, but is it too much to be so addicted to novels?

When I asked this question, Hermione blushed with anger, stared into my eyes word by word and said, "This-is-not-is-small-talk! This is his autobiography! You haven't even read it His book?"

She held up "Traveling with Vampires" in her hand, and squeezed the words on the cover "The contents of the book are all from my own personal experience" under my nose: "Look! Kelly!"

"I... I've read it... but I thought it was in the form of a semi-fiction..." My face was squeezed flat by the book, and I admitted vaguely while looking at Harry with pleading eyes.

"What class do you have in the afternoon?" Harry quickly changed the subject, stretched out his hand and pulled me over. I hid behind Harry and made a face at Hermione. She put the book baby into her bag and snorted to me: "Yes Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"What? Your next class is Defense Against the Dark Arts?" Cedric, who was passing by, looked at us with a surprised expression, his expression extremely complicated, "Then Kelly, remember to be more careful in the next class."

"What does that mean?" Ron asked impatiently, and Harry eyed him warily. "You are?"

"Oh, folks. This is Cedric Diggory." I stood up and introduced them. "He's a fourth-year Hufflepuff."

"Hufflepuff." Ron snorted in a distinctly nasal voice, and I gave him a glare.

"The new professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts... is Professor Gilderoy Lockhart. In short, be careful." Cedric didn't care, just shook his head helplessly, and walked away with the others.

"What?" Ron exclaimed.

"It's really him?" Hermione blushed, she couldn't hide her excitement at all.

"Who?" Harry asked belatedly, still watching Cedric's back.

To be honest, I saw Gilderoy Lockhart in the teacher's seat this morning and thought he was here to give a lecture or something. I didn't expect him to be our new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor!

When the class officially started, all the girls crowded in the front row, trying to get closer to this handsome professor.Hermione held my hand tightly, fought her way out of the crowd, forced me to sit in the first row of seats, and accepted the envious eyes of other girls.

I mean, I do like handsome guys yes...but...

I turned around and looked at the listless boys in the last row, especially Harry, who was leaning on the seat without the slightest energy to squeeze with the girls. I could only shake my head helplessly.

When Professor Lockhart appeared on the podium, I heard the inhalation sound of being hit by the handsome. Lavender folded his hands on his chest and looked at him obsessively.

I seem to be a different kind. I would scream for Cedric's handsomeness, but I can't be shaken by Professor Lockhart's handsomeness.I sighed, I'm sorry, Professor Lockhart, it's really not that you are unattractive, it's my own problem.

But Professor Lockhart obviously didn't want to accept the apology in my heart. He quickly pulled away the birdcage he brought, and the Cornish elf inside flew straight into my face.

I screamed, and my face was scratched by this damn little thing with sharp claws. They were so united that several elves pulled my hair. I felt my scalp throbbing. In chaos, everyone started to flee outside.

"Kelly!" Hermione tried to pull me down by my ankles, but the elves wouldn't give her that chance. They got into my robe one by one, tearing my arms and clothes like hell.

I was so mad that Lockhart raised his wand to save me, but the elves snatched the wand and threw it over my eyes.With a cry of pain, I groped for my own wand and waved it in mid-air.

"All petrified! All petrified! Passed out!"

I was finally relieved, the group of damned elves flew away from me noisily, but they directly chose to let go.I fell from mid-air, but unexpectedly it didn't hurt very much.

"Ouch..." I heard Harry wailing in pain behind me, and I was startled and turned over quickly.It turned out that when Harry saw me falling straight down, he tried to rush over to catch me. Unfortunately, his figure was not strong enough, so I directly regarded him as a meat pad.

"Are you all right, Harry?" After I lifted him up, I nervously checked him for any injuries, in case he was injured by me, it would be broken.

Harry pushed my hand away in a daze: "I'm fine, Kelly, how are Ron and the others?"

I turned around and saw Hermione waving her wand at will, and the freezing spell she cast was almost sure to hit every shot. The group of elves were frozen by her, and Ron was picking them back into the cage one by one with his head down.

"Where's Lockhart?" I asked angrily.

"You should say 'Professor Lockhart' - he left first to test us." Hermione said flatly.

Ron sneered: "I think he ran away."

"Don't talk nonsense, Ron. He's such a great wizard, just think of the things he does in the books..."

Whether he's a great wizard or a runaway loser, I won't be sitting in the front row of my next Defense Against the Dark Arts class!

In the next few days, whenever I heard Hermione mention "Professor Lockhart" or saw him from a distance in the corridor, I would turn around and leave immediately.Hermione is quite helpless about this, but she can't force me to get to know Lockhart, can she?

I always remember to ask people who have brothers and sisters during the semester how they get along with their younger brothers and sisters. Originally, I planned to ask Percy first, because he would answer every question seriously. After seeing that scene, I completely kicked him out of my list.

On a clear afternoon, I found the Weasley twins in the courtyard. They were talking with Lee Jordan under the big tree. I had to wait for their conversation to finish before going up to say hello.

"Hi! Fred and George." I stood between them, the height gap between us like a concave valley.

"Hi! Kelly and her legs with soft tentacles." They said in unison, and I slapped each of them before sitting down obediently.

"Okay." I cleared my throat, and took out a parchment-bound booklet and a beautiful quill from behind me, "I want to ask you a few questions."

"Oh? What's the matter, Miss Reporter." Fred raised his eyebrows and looked at me.

"Yeah - nothing about our privacy or Quidditch tactics," George replied primly.

I rolled my eyes: "Of course not! I just want to ask you. You have two siblings, one Ron and one Ginny. How have you gotten along since they were born?"

I saw the two of them look at each other, and Fred said, "Of course it's about caring for them and giving them countless cares."

"Ron will be the first to try a lot of things we get," George added.

"It looks like Dr. Philip's new small fireworks." Fred seemed to think of something, and suddenly bent down and started laughing.

"In addition to the dense spider-shaped sparks inside, there will be many small spiders crawling out." Seeing that I was confused, George kindly explained. "By the way, spiders are little Ronnie's favorite little insects."

spider?Ron is really brave.I slandered and wrote on the parchment in my hand: Ron likes spiders; he should give more care and love to his siblings.

"What about Ginny?" I asked again. "Do you treat your sister any differently?"

"We rarely care about Ginny so much," said George. "She likes little girl things and rarely plays with us."

"But she seems to have something on her mind recently." Fred thought back. "A few days before the start of school, she has been writing a diary. She has never had the habit of writing a diary before."

Well, it looks like these two careless guys didn't make a difference at all.I can only put away my little book and continue to look for the next target.

Parvati and Padma are twin sisters, there is no need to ask about the same age; Hermione and Harry are both only children, so there is no need for Ron to ask; huh?I remember that Alison in Ravenclaw seems to have a sister.

Alright, next target: Ravenclaw!I happily ticked off the list.