[Comprehensive] What's wrong with curly hair control!

Scarlevin supported her head with one hand, flipping through "History of Magic" casually with the other.Skalevin had already read (recited) this thick textbook before coming here. It is said to be a textbook. It is more like an ordinary history book. It was not written for the purpose of being a textbook. , it should be said that all textbooks are not professional textbooks, but even these non-professional textbooks have not been replaced for at least 100 years.

Think about it, this set of textbooks hasn't changed since the grandfather's generation. Doesn't the Magic Education Bureau know what it means to keep pace with the times... Oh, yes, there is no education bureau for wizards.

The chubby guy next to him, Chris, had already fallen asleep and started to snore a little. What a big heart~ Skalevin was speechless for a while, then stretched out his paws and snorted on his head.Hey hey hey hey~ This little curly hair feels good~ Although it doesn't have the spring-like elasticity of Sherlock, it is soft.

Scarlevin touched it twice more intoxicated, and Chris lay on his stomach and shook his head, trying to drive away the guy who disturbed his sleep.Scarlett was feeling happy. When she raised her head, Caroline stared at her blankly, with words clearly written in her eyes, "I didn't expect you to be such a Sherlock Holmes!"

Hehe... Skalevin pretended to be sleepwalking, and Duang fell down on the table with her eyes closed.

Caroline: ...

Skalevin took advantage of the opportunity to enter her own thinking palace.Influenced by Sherlock and Mycroft, Scarlett's thinking palace is not the same as before. Scarlett took a wild path before, and then slowly modified it by herself, which was very difficult.This time, with Sherlock and Mycroft's direct teaching, Scarletwen's style has also changed.

Scarlett sat down in her favorite room, the steaming black tea and desserts were within reach by the sofa, and the music recommended by Mycroft was playing on the phonograph—she secretly recorded it when Sherlock was in a good mood.Apart from these, as far as the eye can see in this room are all bookshelves and books.

Scarlevin skillfully walked to a bookshelf and took out a book from there.She opened the book, and the pages turned into preserved memories appeared in the air:

"Skalevin, my little princess."

"Merlin, Scarlett, why are you so naughty?"

"Don't go so fast, little princess, you should take your medicine."

"Honey, I have some bad news..."

"The situation is getting worse and worse, we have to think about the little princess."

"You're right, you're right."

"He killed the Smiths, they're pure blood!"

"Merlin, what does he want to do?"

"What to do, dear, should we..."

"No, we cannot leave others behind."

"But dear..."

"I'll write a letter to Nick in case we both..."

"No, it won't come to this point, no."

"Greenglass invited us to discuss countermeasures, about..."

"Too dangerous……"

"We can invite him to..."

"Yes……"

"Temporary door key..."

"You betrayed me! You betrayed me!"

"What are you going to do! Let go of my daughter!"

"Honey, no!"

"My daughter, my little princess, you will be all right."

"Go! Go!"

"Farewell, Daddy loves you..."

The last pages of the book also disappeared into the air. Skalevin slowly closed the book, and the book immediately returned to its original appearance.

Scarleven did not belong to Scarleven at the beginning. "Scalewen" was already four years old when she crossed over. The little girl's body was not very good. About a month ago , Scarlevin basically spent all her time in bed, perhaps because of this, her "parents" did not notice that her precious daughter's inner core had changed.

Maybe it was moved by the passionate and pure love of her parents, or maybe she just didn't want to owe favors. Scarlewen made a decision at the moment she was sent away. She decided to fulfill their wishes: "I hope Scarlett can always be free life and keep the Griezmann family going."

After class, all the young wizards in the school headed for the dining hall, and the seniors from Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff escorted the first-year wizards to go there as well.Scareven turned in the other direction through the crowd, taking a chance to get out of the castle.

Scaleven walked to the lake they had crossed before. From here, they could see the faint buildings on the opposite bank, the dense and dark forest not far away, and the smoke from the woodsman's hut. Because Hagrid was not a professor, he Can't go to the lobby to eat.The surrounding bushes are very lush, just enough to cover her figure.Skalevin summoned Juanjuan, and after a while, it flew over from the direction of the forest watcher's hut.

"Master~ I miss you so much~ I miss you so much that I can't sleep or eat~" Curly rushed over obsequiously, and then was blown out by the big fan conjured by Scarleven.

"Wipe the jam on the corner of your mouth before you say this." Scaleven said, "Also, you stink, why did you go there!"

"Uh, uh, uh..." Curly lowered her head in embarrassment, sniffed it secretly, and said, "Doesn't it stink?"

"Of course you can't smell it yourself. Take a good shower later! Otherwise, don't think of me looking for you." Skalevin threatened.

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"Okay, let's get down to business." Scarlevin tapped her fingers, "Go and bring the sorting hat."

Juanjuan: "..."

For Juan Juan, who is simple, has no moral bottom line, and whatever the owner says, it doesn’t matter whether it’s stealing, taking, taking, or anything else. What worries him is that the eighth floor seems to be a bit high, and there are too many windows. Can't find it.Fortunately, its owner had been prepared. Skalevin hung a shrunken mobile phone around Curly's neck, and turned on the video phone to show it the way.

Under Skalevin's guidance, Juanjuan found the window of the principal's office.At this time, Dumbledore was having lunch in the hall, so there was no one there, only a big red bird with a long tail was eating melon seeds on the shelf.

"Beauty, do you want a date?" Juanjuan asked while tilting her head on the window sill.

Red Bird looked at Juanjuan contemptuously, and turned his back.

Fox: Get lost, I am a pure man!

Scarlevin: "..." What are you doing, Juanjuan, all the beauties in the bird world are... males~ Parrots that don't want to stir up trouble are not good birds.

But before Scarlevin scolded, Juanjuan had already seen the sorting hat on top of the cabinet, and it flew over and landed beside the closed-eyed sorting hat.He looked at all the portraits on the wall, but Juanjuan didn't notice it. He looked around the old hat as far as he could, and thought it must be this one, so he used his paws to tease him.

"Old man, wake up, hey old man, wake up."

"Stop, stop, who are you, why are you disturbing my sleep?" The Sorting Hat smacked its mouth, squinting to see the small ring on the curly foot, "Who is your master, he didn't tell you how to be polite ?"

"My master said that he had an appointment with you yesterday, old man, you won't forget it, right? Alzheimer's disease is a disease, we should treat it as soon as possible."

Scaleven covered her face, it was the first time she knew that this parrot was so cheap in front of others.

"Your master? Yesterday?" The Sorting Hat was stunned, "Oh, I remembered..."

"Let's go out for a stroll together, how about it? I haven't seen a talking hat yet." Juan patted his wings and smiled cheaply.

"Go!" The Sorting Hat replied at a speed that didn't match his age.

"Let's go!" Juanjuan flew away while clutching the biu of the sorting hat, leaving only the voice of the sorting hat "Hey, hey, slow down~" circling 360 degrees in the air.

Juan Juan's movements were too fast, and it took a while for the portraits on the wall to react.It's not their fault. From the time they entered this room alive to when they died and hung on the wall of this room, they haven't seen the Sorting Hat being abducted by a bird.

An old man wearing glasses asked dully, "What's going on?"

The other woman looked at the person to her left, "Shall we go tell Dumbledore?"

An old man with sharp eyes and a goatee said loudly: "Whoever wants to go, I won't go anyway. In my opinion, this is a normal social interaction. One party invites and the other party accepts, isn't it. Even if Even hats have friends." It would have been nice if his tone hadn't been so schadenfreude.

Friends of the Sorting Hat?This is weird enough.

"Maybe we can get Fox..."

All the portraits look at Fenghuang who is still eating melon seeds.Fox turned away, with his butt facing the wall.

Portrait: "..." Doesn't seem to be willing?

Fox: Who are you?Grandpa does not serve.

Juan flew all the way back to Scarlett with the sorting hat on, and Scarlett just finished eating the sandwiches packed in the morning.In fact, Scarlett didn't really need to consult the Sorting Hat. After all, her memory was very complete, and she had entered the magic world now, so she had time to find out what she didn't understand before.So Scaleven only asked the Sorting Hat three questions:

What is my dad's full name?

What is my mother's full name? (before marriage)

Would you tell other people their privacy? (such as the principal)

The Sorting Hat didn't expect to be asked such three simple questions after being brought out after all the hard work (it wasn't), but Juanjuan was always by the side and had something to say.

"There's a beauty in that room, can I soak it?"

"Cough cough cough..." The Sorting Hat coughed violently.

Scarlett: "..." You want to pick up the headmaster's bird? !

Feeling so tired, Skalevin waved her hand and asked Juanjuan to send the Sorting Hat back, but the Sorting Hat quit.

"We agreed to take a stroll and fly together!" The Sorting Hat felt that his pure heart had been hurt.

"...Well, if you can get Headmaster Dumbledore to agree." Scarlett said casually.

"Quack, let's go." Juan grabbed the sorting hat and flew away.

Looking at the direction that Curly flew away, Skalevin felt that it would be difficult for her to keep a low profile for a while. Anyway, she had no classes in the afternoon, so she decided to go back to the dormitory to write a letter.

The author has something to say: So it's not that the heroine doesn't remember, but that she can't find a way