[HP] How to properly feed the savior

I was surprised that I didn't get the male supporting role. According to people who have watched the slave, Fasha's performance is the only highlight of the whole film. The slave even won the best picture, and Fasha didn't even get the male supporting award. in balance?I am always worried that Fasha will end up like Xiao Li because he is too handsome, but he looks like Fasha with a better mentality than Xiao Li. Isn't it just an Oscar, not rare, hum, learn from the spirit of old Martin.

American Hustle has 10 nominations and 0 awards, which is amazing!Oscar's group of old perverts finally showed their strength hahahahaha!Russell and Pie Face are going to die hahahaha!However, before the awards, the media’s criticism of the American scam and doubts about the Oscars should also play a role... After all, The Slave is actually a film of the same nature, but McQueen deserves an Oscar, and his film is really great.

It's no surprise that Gravity won various awards. It's no surprise that Frozen is the best animation (it's really good-looking, it's still in theaters, and I strongly recommend it), and it's really upset that it's the best documentary, but it's not the killing interpretation?why?I'm confused about Oscar again...

☆、Sorcerer's Stone 10

After getting off the train, they took a boat to Hogwarts Castle.This line is great, they can see the most magnificent side of Hogwarts under the moonlight.Waiting for them at the gate of the castle was Professor McGonagall, wearing an emerald green wizard robe, with a dignified and serious demeanor. "I've always found her particularly difficult," Harry whispered in his ear.Professor McGonagall glanced at them, and Harry immediately stood back upright.

Professor McGonagall introduced the sorting process to them. The freshmen were all nervous. Basically, wherever she looked, there was chaos. The freshmen frantically combed their hair and checked their clothes for irregularities. place.Ron kept touching his nose, but it seemed to be getting dirtier with rubbing.

The door opened and they filed into the auditorium, where a singing hat awaited them.Many people were relieved that the hat said they would just have to put it on.

Professor McGonagall opened the student list and called their names one by one.Granger was sorted into Gryffindor, Neville Longbottom went to Gryffindor, Malfoy went to Slytherin, Harry was in Gryffindor, Ron, unsurprisingly, Gryffindor Many, finally it was his turn.

Well, talented and interesting, where should I put you?The Hat murmured in his mind.

Gryffindor, he thought, he'd be safe in Gryffindor.

How much Gryffin?You do not lack courage, it should be said that you have more courage than most people.The hat pauses deliberately, but it's not courage that drives your decision, it's fear.

His heart skipped a beat.

Why not go to Slytherin?Should I say you are insidious and hypocritical or resourceful?Anyway, your unscrupulous style is exactly the same as my old friend.

No, I'm not a Slytherin, I'm not a pureblood, I'm a Muggleborn.He remembered what Professor McGonagall had said, that Muggleborns were not welcome in Slytherin.

Heh, who said you weren't pure-blooded?Hat smiled contemptuously.Your pedigree is not small.

He thought there must be something wrong, he was from a world without magic, had the hat misunderstood?

Not going to Slytherin.He said firmly to the hat.

not going?Know that Slytherin can make you great, your future is limitless, I haven't met a child as talented as you for a long time...

Was the last one Tom Riddle?He interrupted the hat's chatter.

oh you know him.He is very famous now.Yes, he has very rare gifts, just like you.

I will not go down the same path as him.

Yeah?He has done a lot of amazing things, no matter how you evaluate him, it is destined that this is his era.

That's not what I want.All he thought was that if he went to Slytherin, Dumbledore would have nothing to do with him.

It seems that our principal has put a lot of pressure on you.Hat smacked his lips disapprovingly, he was a good man, I admit, by your wizarding standards.But the way he ran the school... I must say he turned the school into a battlefield, that was not the original intention of the Big Four, the reason why they want to start Hogwarts together is because they want different philosophies to be compatible here.

I hope so too.He thought of the clashes on the train, of purebloods and non-purebloods, of Slytherins and Gryffindors.

Yeah yeah, Slytherin and Gryffindor used to fight all the time, until Slytherin left Hogwarts on his own initiative.But after all, they are best friends, and they have had so many good memories.Hat's tone sounded a little sad, but that's not the case with the students these days.It's okay to have conflict, but bringing politics to school is a little too much.

He understood what the hat was talking about.

Ah, we're still in sorting, aren't we?If you are interested, you can come to the principal's office to chat with me in the future, let's go here first today.Are you sure you don't want to go to Slytherin?Well then, Gryffindor!

The hat shouted Gryffindor's name.

Thank you.He took off his hat and walked to the Gryffindor table, where Harry and Ron clapped furiously.He looked back towards the teacher's table, Professor McGonagall gave him an imperceptible smile, and Dumbledore remained expressionless.

The last student was sorted into Slytherin and they started eating.The freshmen quickly became friends, chatting with each other about what happened before they came to school, even students from the Muggle world could find something to talk about.They talk about their families.Granger and Ron's brother Percy discussing homework.Seamus and Dean fight over Quidditch and football.

"You seem very silent." Harry touched his arm.

"I was thinking about the sorting just now." He wanted to test Harry's attitude, "The Sorting Hat originally planned to sort me into Slytherin."

"You too?" The other party showed an incredible expression, "It told me so, Slytherin will help me to glory or something. I really don't understand what it thinks, do you think Slytherin's Those people look particularly annoying?"

He glanced at the Slytherin table. "If I did go to Slytherin, I'd be out of place with them."

In fact, he wanted to know what Dumbledore would look like if Harry really entered Slytherin.

"I agree with you, buddy, Slytherin is not for you." Harry tossed a grilled steak onto his plate. "Have you tried treacle cake? I think it tastes good."

"Not yet." He got himself a treacle pie, which, in fact, he didn't have much appetite for. "Do you think it's possible that the Sorting Hat is right? There's something Slytherin about us?"

It was an uncomfortable question, and Harry put down his knife and fork. "I can't say. Sometimes you come across as scary. I'm not saying you're a bad guy. You're fine, but when you pin Crabbe on the table...I've never seen Dudley do that , he's bad, and his friends, but they can't be that accurate, accurate... They're stupid, you know, I can often dodge Dudley's punches, but with you, I don't think I No chance."

He overpowered Crabbe so easily that he didn't see it as a fight at all, and didn't notice that his actions were still considered too lethal by others.

"Hey, don't worry, buddy." Harry tried to reassure him, "It's not you who provoked him. Malfoy and the others are the bad guys, and it's a good thing that you beat the bad guys, and I bet everyone will like you."

He said nothing more.

After the dinner, the principal delivered a speech, reminding them of some precautions on campus, especially not to enter the corridor on the right side of the third floor, "if you don't want to encounter accidents and die in pain."

Harry laughed.

"He's not serious, is he?" Harry asked nervously, realizing that few people thought it was funny.

He shrugged.The principal is seriously asking people to explore the corridor on the third floor.

Afterwards, the prefect led them to their respective dormitories.There are six four-poster beds in a dormitory room, and their luggage is already in it, and the freshmen pack their things individually.Dean posted a football poster on the wall, and Seamus stared at the motionless poster for a long time before pasting his own Quidditch poster next to it.Neville looked at his suitcase with a pained face, trying to find out what he had forgotten.Ron noticed that his suitcase was also full of old clothes, and grinned at him like he was in a good mood.Harry fell asleep on the bed almost immediately.

At night, in his dream, he was back next to the corpse of the giant, and the wolf children were playing in the amusement park, and the forest said to him, "You have to kill them to get to the 'end of the world'."

The wolf-boys turned around, their appearance changed, and they became Hogwarts students.Everyone looked happy, dressed in their house robes, chattering away.He recognized Harry and Ron, but they didn't see him, and then the classmates were dead, one after the other, and he heard Crabbe's screams and saw the bodies of Harry and Ron eating away in the acid. "I didn't want to kill them!" he cried. "I didn't want to kill anyone!"

Forest laughed at him loudly.

He runs away.Like in the past, he came to the edge of the cliff, but this time what he saw was no longer castles and fields, but a battlefield. The energy of the little doctor spread to the distance, and the bodies of the residents where he passed burst open, and they were killed. broken down into its basic molecular structure. "You lied to me!" he called into the forest. "You said this was the end of the world!"

Forest didn't answer him.Peter came out of the forest, laughing and clapping his hands, "Well done, brother! You finally did it!"

I don't want to do this!He tries to tell them, but no one will listen to him, they just celebrate.He jumped off the cliff and landed lightly on the ground.He ran to the distance, not daring to look at the mess on both sides, he just wanted to get away, get rid of it, but Bonzo was waiting for him at the end of the road.His former captain turned around, blood dripping from his eyes and nose. "I'm sorry." He cried again. "Bonzo, I didn't want to hurt you."

"But you still killed me." Bonzo walked towards him. "No fairyland would want you, you murderer, you will only bring disaster to others. You want a peaceful life? Are you worthy? You Are you worthy of the lives you murdered?"

"Don't come over!" He woke up from his dream and found himself still lying on the four-poster bed at Hogwarts.

It was dark in Gryffindor Tower, the boys were snoring lightly, and Ron was still talking in his sleep, and it sounded like he was telling Scabbers not to eat his pillow.Only then did he realize that he was in a cold sweat, with tears on his face.

He took out his robe from the head of the bed and put it on, pinning his wand on his waist.The dream was so vivid that he could still see Bonzo standing in the darkness now.He fought a cold war.Everyone else slept well, the peace was theirs.He doesn't deserve it.

He suddenly wanted to go out for a walk, and the corridor that was said to make people suffer a miserable death was not bad.

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☆、Sorcerer's Stone 11

Putting on the badge that Professor McGonagall had given him, and applying the Disillusionment Charm to himself, he walked out of the Gryffindor Tower.The journey was unimpeded, without seeing the patrolling professor or the administrator Filch.Walking to the door of the corridor on the right side of the third floor, he listened carefully to the movement inside, but he heard nothing. After checking, he found that the door was indeed cursed to prevent the sound from coming out.

He opened the door, and a huge three-headed dog stood on a trapdoor.

The three-headed dog couldn't see him, but the dog's nose was very sensitive. It quickly found his position by sniffing here and there, and the wind from the twitching of the nose blew his robe.He drew his wand, and summoned a large cloud of peppercorns.

"Ah!" The head in the middle of the three-headed dog sneezed, followed by the one on the left.The big dog scratched its nose with its paw, but the right head also sneezed again and again, so it had to separate its paw to scratch the itch, and the whole dog fell to the ground.

He couldn't help laughing at the silly dog.

"Woo~" Hearing his voice, the big dog immediately stood up, but sneezed even more violently, and had to keep covering his nose with his paws, and fell to the ground again.

Seeing that the other party was struggling to get up, but could only continue lying on the ground unwillingly because his nose was too itchy, he suppressed a smile and summoned a puddle of oil on the floor.When the big dog tried to get up again, he slipped and was carried away by his own sneeze, and slid away from the trap door.

"Thank you." He opened the trap door and said to the three-headed dog.The dog was still trying to get up, but slipped further on the oil.

It was pitch black under the trapdoor, and he threw a small ball of light down. There was no obstacle, and his badge did not detect any harmful spells, so he added a Levitation Charm to himself, and jumped through the door.This vertical passage is not high, and there are plants at the bottom as a cushion, but judging from its appearance and response to light, it should be a devil's net.

There was still some time before landing, and he directed the ball of light to continue exploring along the passage next to the devil's net.

"Ender Wiggin!" Professor McGonagall's shout came from below, and he almost fell off in fright. "Don't hide! Come out!"

"Professor?" He greeted tentatively.

"Yes, it's me! You don't need me to undo your illusion spell yourself?" The other party replied angrily.

He fell quickly, driving the devil's net away with flames.Not only Professor McGonagall, but also the headmaster, he walked up to them, obediently canceled the disillusionment spell, and waited for the reprimand from the professors.

"Didn't you listen to the principal's speech?" He secretly looked at Professor McGonagall's expression, the other party's face was tense, and his eyebrows were almost squeezed into a straight line. "The corridor on the right side of the third floor is a restricted area!"

"I heard it." He replied in a low voice, "That's why we can go straight to the target."

The headmaster chuckled.

"Students can only stay in the rest area of ​​their respective colleges after the curfew, don't you even know that?" Professor McGonagall's voice was almost squeezed through his teeth, "For your serious violations, Gryffindor 50 points will be deducted. And you will be locked up for a week, and you will have to report to my office every night."

"Okay, Professor." He was not the prefect of Gryffindor, and it was not his responsibility to win the House Cup.

"Tomorrow morning all students can see that Gryffindor's hourglass jewel has turned into a negative number." The other said angrily, "Now explain how you passed the dog."

"A handful of peppercorns and some oil. I guess it's still sneezing on it." Thinking of the funny look of the big dog made him want to laugh a little, but he held back when he saw Professor McGonagall's expression .

"Very creative." Headmaster Dumbledore blinked. "I give Gryffindor 10 points for that. But where did you get these things? Did you steal them from the kitchen?"

"I summoned it, sir." He hadn't quite mastered the Summoning Charm yet, but it was no problem to make small, inconspicuous things.

"A first-year student who can use the summoning spell deserves 10 more points for Gryffindor." The headmaster turned to Professor McGonagall, "Minerva, why don't you explain it?"

"I originally wanted to apply for him to be exempted from Charms and Transfiguration. He has already reached the level of a seventh-grade student." Professor McGonagall glared at him, "But if he only uses magic for mischief, I will Had to reconsider."

"I think Mr. Wigging has learned his lesson. Haven't you, Ender?" Professor Dumbledore asked him with a smile.

"Yes, sir, I know I was wrong." Looking at the principal's attitude, he probably wouldn't mind him continuing to violate the rules.Maybe the principal is expecting him to do something out of the ordinary. If he always follows the rules and does nothing, it will be difficult for the principal to guess his motives. The more behaviors he provides, the more thoroughly the principal will see him. .The relationship between them is also more secure.

"Okay, go back to sleep. Think about it before doing something next time. Don't act impulsively. You are lucky this time. What if that dog bites you?" At the end At the end of the sentence, Professor McGonagall inevitably showed a hint of concern.

"I just came down to see if there are any gifts." He rubbed his feet, showing that he was unwilling to leave.

"Why do you think there are gifts here?" Professor McGonagall growled, "Isn't the headmaster not clear enough? This is a corridor that will let you 'painfully die'!"

"But who would deliberately go to the corridor on the third floor? If you really don't want students to come here, the best way is not to remind them that there is such a place. But the principal's approach is more like arousing students Curious, I deliberately lured people here. I thought it was a test, and I could get a gift after I passed it." In fact, if he really wanted to stop the students, could Dumbledore have a hundred ways, a stupid dog?To amuse the children happy, right?He had to admit that the haze in his heart was also swept away by that dog's stupid and cute movements.

"This is a test." The headmaster turned sideways, letting him see that there was nothing behind them. "It's a pity that you came too early, and we haven't set it up yet."

He made a dejected look.

"Master Principal..." Professor McGonagall reminded him disapprovingly.

"However, I think designing games is also very interesting." The headmaster ignored Professor McGonagall's dissatisfaction, "Would you like to get involved?"

"What can I do?" He looked up, pretending to be interested.

"Imagine a game where the prizes are placed inside and there are several levels outside. The first level is the poor dog above. How should the next levels be designed so that they are both challenging and exciting?" Within the scope of the solution? You know your peers better than us, and I think your opinion will be of great reference value."

"Is this game designed for Harry?" he asked without thinking.

"Why do you think that?" Professor Dumbledore pushed his half-moon glasses.

"Among freshmen, with the audacity to break into the restricted area, and enough interest and drive to tackle a litany of difficulties, including a dog with a menacing appearance, all I can think of is Harry." I designed it. "He's a hero, isn't he? Heroes have more of a sense of responsibility, and their sense of responsibility drives them to do things that are impossible for ordinary people."

"Reasonable logic." The principal was noncommittal.

"If it's for Harry, I don't think it's necessary to start decorating it so early." He realized that this was an opportunity Dumbledore gave him.The principal may not really need his ideas, but he can test his talents in this way. "For a hero who has no clear consciousness, we need to establish his self-confidence and sense of mission first, and let him believe that fighting against evil is a task that 'he can complete and only he can complete'. His specialties, at least one level must be designed specifically for his strengths."

"continue."

"Another important factor is companions. A hero cannot be isolated. He must have his own group. When the hero is not strong enough, he can still use the power of this group to become stronger. So we have to observe the objects he associates with. , to give his partners a place to play their own advantages, so that their value can be confirmed in the process of following Harry. This will make them more willing to follow Harry and help Harry. Therefore, there must be several levels. Designed for his friends."

"In the end, when the hero comes to an end, he can only be one." If there's one thing he's learned over the past few years, that's the most important one. "A hero is great because he makes his own decisions, not someone else's."

The principal fell silent.

He looked at Professor McGonagall with some hesitation, hoping to see something from her.Was Dumbledore satisfied with such an answer?Will the principal be wary of him because of this, or will he accept him from now on?

"It seems that we need someone to help observe our little savior and his companions." The principal returned to his smiling face, "Would you like to complete this task for us?"

"With pleasure, sir," he replied, with his head held high, as if he were very proud to be entrusted with the responsibility of the Headmaster.

The next morning, everyone knew that he had been caught by the professor for sneaking out at night.

"You should have called me, buddy." Ron enthusiastically slathered butter on his toast as he sat languidly at the table, his appetite lacking. "Going on a night out on the first day of school is so cool! Neither Fred nor George has the guts! Where the hell have you been?"

"The corridor in the restricted area on the third floor." He took the toast and took a bite.

"Wow!" Harry also leaned over, "What the hell is there?"

"Professor McGonagall." He gave the two curious children a sad look.

"It really is a corridor that makes people 'painful and miserable'." Ron looked sympathetic. "Did she say anything?"

"She told me to go to her office every night for solitary confinement."

"Stop confinement in the first week of enrollment? You broke the record, kid!" One of the twins cheered exaggeratedly, and the other said, "Keep up the good work, and you will inherit the glory of Hogwarts mischievous king in the future."

"I will follow your example." He stuffed the whole piece of toast in and said vaguely.

"Don't you realize how bad your behavior is? We're thirty points behind the other houses before class starts!" Hermione Granger walked past them with her chin raised, "Don't hurry up to class , it is estimated that points will be deducted for being late again.”

"I really don't like her." Ron said, looking at Granger's back.

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☆、Sorcerer's Stone 12

"Hey, wake up!" On Thursday night, he was woken up by Harry and Ron who had returned from a night tour.

"Why aren't you asleep yet?" He rubbed his eyes in a daze. Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick had already passed his application for exemption, and recently he was studying hard for the exemption of History of Magic.

"We went to duel with Malfoy, did you forget?" Harry pulled him up from the bed.

It's a daytime thing.Malfoy was so angry that Harry became Gryffindor's Seeker, so he came to Harry for a midnight duel. Considering that he was going to be locked up at night, Ron became Harry's deputy. "Oh, how was the duel going? Did you punch Malfoy in the nose?" Although contact was forbidden in wizard duels, based on the abilities of Harry and Malfoy, a real fight would at most be huddled and wrestled with each other.

"That bastard," snorted Ron, "he didn't even go!"

"Is it Filch?" It was very Malfoy-like.

"How did you know?" Harry asked in surprise, "Yes, Malfoy betrayed us all to Filch. We almost got caught! He was locked up in the Fat Lady's for taking Neville with him." Outside the portrait, the fat lady went somewhere, he couldn't get in, so he went with us. He knocked down a pile of armor outside the prize showroom! I think he probably woke up the whole castle It's gone! So we ran like hell, not caring if Filch was right behind us... Do you know where we went?"

"Where?" Actually, this was a question without any suspense, but he asked it anyway.

"The restricted corridor on the third floor!" Ron yelled in a low voice with an exaggerated expression, "You have no idea what's there! Last time you just ran into Professor McGonagall, you were so lucky!"

"I don't think it's lucky to be locked up for a week." He pretended to complain, and fell back on the pillow. "Go to sleep if you have nothing to do."

"There's a big dog with three heads!"

"What?!" He bounced up immediately, "Aren't you injured?"

"It's okay, we're fine." Ron couldn't restrain his complacency and excitement in his tone. For the two of them, what happened tonight should be regarded as an amazing adventure worth showing off.It could be heard from Neville's rapid snoring, at least Neville didn't think this kind of adventure was any fun at all. "I guess the dog was surprised to see us too, so we ran away before he knew it."

He thought the dog was just too docile.

"But that's beside the point." Harry pushed Ron aside. "It's all thanks to Hermione, who saw the trapdoor under the dog's paw."

"You still took Hermione? It's not easy." During the day, Hermione warned them not to go out at night.

"She had no choice. Hey, don't you care what's under the trapdoor?"

"What?" He continued to pretend ignorance.

"Do you remember the day the two of us went to Diagon Alley?" Harry said quickly. "Someone tried to break into the Gringotts vault."

"Ron said that on the train, I have the impression."

"You remember? I thought you weren't listening to me." Ron looked pleased.

"The No. 713 vault that the man planned to rob is the one that Hagrid took me to extract. Hagrid said that if there is anything to protect, apart from Gringotts, only Hogwarts is the safest place. I guess the contents of the vault Must have been transferred to the school, right under that trapdoor!"

He made a surprised expression.The headmaster really did a good job of foreshadowing, which can make Harry interested in the corridor on the third floor.

"So what exactly did Hagrid take?" he asked.

"I don't know." Harry languished suddenly. "He won't say. I only know that it's about two inches long. It must be something very valuable."

"Maybe it's dangerous," Ron said.

"This range is still too big." He yawned, "Let's ask Hagrid sometime."

They went to Hagrid's cabin the next day.

"It's none of your business. It's Secret Number One." Hagrid made tea for them. "Do you understand Number One?"

"Why don't you do our business? Let a big dog in the school, what if it hurts the students?" He said slowly.Hagrid would let Harry know about Vault 713, which meant that this person was still a bit sloppy in doing things. Given enough time, he would always let Hagrid let him know.

"That's why the principal designated the corridor on the third floor as a restricted area. It's good for you little troublemakers, you all take it as an adventure to wander the restricted area in the middle of the night." The other party handed them some rock cakes, but no one dared to eat them.

"Hey, it can't be all our fault. After all, we are still freshmen, and we are not familiar with the school. It's normal for us to go the wrong way." He gave a reason.

"That's right, we didn't pay attention to which direction to go. We just passed the road when we saw it. Who would have thought that there was a dog there!" Ron also booed.

"Lu Wei is not that dangerous." Hagrid said a little uneasy.

"It turned out that the dog barked..."

He kicked Harry under the table to save the guy from mischief. "I think the principal must have chosen to put that thing in the school as a last resort, right? Who is coveting it? What's the use of it?"

"Hey, it's good for you to understand. In fact, I don't know who broke into Gringotts. The goblin's magic cannot be broken by ordinary wizards." Hagrid whispered more and more, "All I can think of is... ..."

"Mysterious man." He guessed the answer, "but isn't he already dead?"

"A black wizard who is so bad, even if he wants to die, he can't die." The other party fiddled with the tea leaves distractedly, "If it is really a mysterious person, hey, that would be too bad, he must really want to get... ..."

"Get what?" Harry asked eagerly.

"Talk about your lack of participation! You three!" Hagrid immediately sensed that they were deliberately clichéd, and couldn't help but get angry, "Forget about that dog! Forget what it's guarding! This is Deng Between Professor Bullideau and Nick Flamel..."

"So this matter is still related to Nick Flamel?" Harry almost jumped up without excitement.

"Get out!" Hagrid threw the three of them out. "Don't ever talk about this in my house!"

The door closed behind them.

"Hagrid probably won't welcome us to his house for a long time." Ron rubbed his waist and stood up.

"I guess he'll forget about it tomorrow." He knew Hagrid was just being annoyed, and the big man didn't seem to hold a grudge.

"But we've also got a lot of information. Those who want to steal something like that are either Voldemort himself or his subordinates." Harry patted the grass blades on his body, and walked towards the castle with them. "But who is Nick Flamel?"

Nick Flamel, the name of the famous medieval alchemist, is well known even in the Muggle world.He didn't know much about Nick Flamel, but he also knew that the small package in the 713 vault should contain the Philosopher's Stone, the highest achievement of alchemy, which can turn stones into gold and make people immortal.If it is indeed Voldemort who is coveting such a treasure, then the situation of the other party is also clear at a glance.The current Dark Lord should be very weak, hovering on the verge of death, so he desperately longs for the Philosopher's Stone to continue his life.

"I've never heard of it," Ron replied.

These two people should really study hard.He shook his head inwardly, "Maybe we can ask Hermione."

"The good student?" Ron's tone became sharp and harsh. "I don't want to say a word to her. She said last night that she would tell Percy about our night excursion. I've never seen such a nice girl." Meddlers!"

He liked Hermione a little bit, but he couldn't understand Hermione's obsession with college scores.The girl's behavior of rushing to speak every class really helped him a lot. What he feared most was that the professor would ask him to get up to answer questions, and according to his past experience, the professors always treated him very "lovely".He was worried that the professor would let him demonstrate magic, but Hogwarts is not such a competitive school. In class, students often practice magic with their own goals. The first person to complete will get extra points, except Otherwise the professor doesn't really interfere.

This makes it even more difficult to understand Hermione's scrambling to be the first to complete the magic every class.Doesn't she know that it's very unwise for her to make it look easy, like everyone else is an idiot, when the other students are trying so hard to get things done?The attitude of Gryffindor students is also very clear. Hermione has indeed earned a lot of points for the house, but no one likes her. On the contrary, bad students like him who violate the school rules are more popular.

Ron was particularly annoyed with Hermione, perhaps because they were often unlucky enough to be in the same group, and Hermione's success was a counterpoint to Ron's incompetence.This kind of contradiction was intensified again in the next charm class. They were going to practice the levitation spell, and Ron was pointed out by Hermione unceremoniously.

"I don't know who can stand her!" Ron grumbled angrily after class. "She's a nightmare!"

Hermione ran past them crying.

"I guess you probably made her sad." He looked at Hermione's back, a little sympathetic, but also felt that Hermione asked for it.

"So what?" Ron's ears started to turn red, "I'm not the only one who thinks so."

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☆、Sorcerer's Stone 13

Hermione didn't show up again all afternoon.The girls said she hid in the toilet