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"Daily Prophet, headline: Miss Sylvia Slytherin delivered the first lecture on ancient magic at Hogwarts yesterday, and it ended successfully! The content of the lecture was published on the third page of this newspaper! After Miss Slytherin herself The certification is complete without deletion!"

At breakfast time on Sunday, the newspaper headlines brought by a flock of owls finally did not let Hogwarts breakfast food go to waste this time.All the students who subscribed to the newspaper read the latest newspaper as a matter of course, and there was even a sense of pride and superiority flowing in the entire auditorium—they were listening to Miss Slytherin's lecture yesterday!The people outside the school are really pitiful, and they can just grab the newspaper and read the words!

"You said that your chances of being on the front page are too high?" Camille glanced at the newspaper that Sylvia put on the table, swallowed the food in her mouth, and said jokingly, "Why don't you go out? A weekly magazine of your own or something."

"If you don't mind that the newspapers are full of headlines like 'New Magic Discovery! Nose Hair Rapid Growth Curse!', I can also cooperate with you to create a weekly and monthly magazine." The verbal teasing of Sylvia never Never lost, just... Sylvia pulled the neckline of the thin turtleneck sweater a little uncomfortably.

"It would be great if senior could publish a special publication!" Hermione, who was sitting across from Sylvia and Camille, said excitedly, looking at Sylvia's slightly unseasonable height with doubts. Collaring the sweater, he changed his tone and asked: "Senior sister...wouldn't it be a little hot to wear high-necked clothes now?" Although it is true that the mornings and nights have started to get cold in Scotland at the end of September, there is a constant temperature magic in the castle (even if everyone It is rumored that this constant temperature magic is sometimes not effective...), it is too exaggerated to wear a turtleneck sweater now.

Asked by Hermione, Sylvia suddenly blushed suspiciously. Seeing that Hermione looked at her curiously, Sylvia turned her gaze away, coughed twice before reluctantly He opened his mouth, "Ah, this... this is, um, I feel a little, a little cold when I wake up in the morning, but now I think it's a bit exaggerated..."

"Wouldn't it be better to go back and change some clothes later? The weather forecast in the newspaper today..." Hermione enthusiastically turned to the page of the weather forecast in the newspaper, "It is said that Scotland is still quite hot around noon. of it!"

"Eh? Er... this... if this..."

"Pfft!" Camille suddenly laughed when Sylvia was at a loss, "It's not that she's cold, but she didn't hit me last night! The scarf is just covering the 'battle marks'."

"Huh?" "Senior Sylvia can't beat Senior Camille?!" Hermione and Ron Harry, who was sitting next to her, made surprised voices.

Sylvia dropped the fork in her hand and hit the plate and made a harsh sound, but Sylvia, who has always paid attention to etiquette, didn't care about her faux pas at all, but kept waving her hands and denying: "No ...Nothing, I didn't lose to Cam, it was her...she..." However, Hermione and the others were even more curious because they couldn't finish speaking halfway through.

"What's wrong with me? Huh? I remember that someone begged for mercy last night. Could it be that I heard it wrong? 'Ah! No more...'" Camille raised her voice before she could say a few words. But the lips suddenly seemed to be pinched by a pair of invisible hands, turning into a duck mouth shape, and the rest of the words that were too late to say turned into a loud 'woo' sound.

"Nothing!" Sylvia picked up the fork and calmly concluded the incident. However, anyone who is not blind can see that there must be something wrong with the blush on her face and Camille's meaningful eyes. .

"What the hell happened... ouch!!" Just as Ron turned his head to discuss with Harry, who was also puzzled, he let out a scream, "What are you doing, Hermione?!" Ron bent over Rubbing his feet, protesting with Hermione.

"Ahem... It's nothing, I just accidentally stepped on you, sorry." Hermione said, picked up the drink on the water and drank it suddenly. She had never been so grateful that her hair was auburn—at least she gradually The reddened ear tips look fine.So the boys are just too slow, the two seniors have already shown it so clearly, how come they still don't understand!

...It turns out that even if the magic is very powerful, it seems that it can't take advantage of it in a certain way.Hermione peeked at Camille through the top rim of her drinking glass—her half-wrist-up sleeves revealed a half forearm that looked strong and powerful, and her white and neat teeth were exposed when she forked the steak and sent it to her mouth. …I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but Hermione always thinks that Camille-senpai’s teeth look a little sharp?Especially the canines…

Sylvia-senpai is really working hard, in every sense of the word...

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In the new week after Sylvia's first lecture, no matter how the outside wizarding world discussed the knowledge revealed by Miss Slytherin, the campus life in Hogwarts remained peaceful.

But, of course, Moody's Defense Against the Dark Arts course had no such thing as calm...

"But, it's illegal to cast this spell on people, isn't it, Professor..." Moody waved his wand, causing desks to move aside, leaving a large open space in the middle of the classroom, and Hermione used a rare Said in a firm tone.

Just now, Professor Moody announced that today is the time for them to practice what they have learned in the past few weeks. He asked the students to divide into groups and asked them to cast the Imperius Curse on their classmates.

"Professor Dumbledore wants to teach you to feel," Moody said, turning his weird blue eyes that were obviously magical, and stared at Hermione eerily and unblinkingly. Practice in groups among yourselves, and see if you can resist its effects. If you're willing to learn the more brutal way—waiting for some dark wizard out there to read the spell to you—that's fine, I agree, you You can go now." He stretched out a rough finger and pointed to the door of the classroom.

Hermione's face was flushed, and she muttered something, without moving a step from where she was standing, and the other students who wanted to raise objections quickly shut up, just like Moody said, at least for now they Facing students who are not too different in strength, it is better to experience the Imperius Curse at this time than to cast it by the terrifying black wizard outside.

The students formed groups in twos and threes, Harry immediately stood with Ron, and Hermione with Neville.

"Malfoy!" Moody growled, he watched Malfoy and Crabgole get together dissatisfied, "Malfoy, you and..." Moody's magic eyes rolled, " You're with Weasley."

Seeing Ron roll up his sleeves and walk towards Malfoy, who held his head up and sneered, Moody stared at Harry, "Potter, you and me." But then he seemed to see some dissatisfied grouping, "Granger, don't think you can be lazy, you go with me, let me see, ah, you go with Parkinson."

Parkinson's... when was the last time you heard that name?Hermione tightened her wand and walked towards the other corner of the classroom. Her eyes were fixed on the girl with black hair and black eyes, but the girl didn't look back at her. She looked at a certain place in the sky. Thinking about something.

"Pan...Miss Parkinson, good afternoon." Hermione said hello to Pansy awkwardly,

Just when Hermione awkwardly and distantly looked away from looking at Pansy, she missed the moment when Pansy wrinkled slightly and regained calm with his darkened eyes.

"Good afternoon, Miss Granger." Pansy's cold voice sounded, and Hermione couldn't help shaking, how long had she not heard Pansy's cold voice.

"Pan... Pansy, what have you been lately..." Hermione thought that she still wanted to know, even if it was a bad result, she still wanted to know, she took a deep breath and looked at Pansy again, but was surprised Seeing that Pansy has raised his wand and pointed at her, "Imperio"

Hermione knew that she was hit, and she was hit without any reaction. Her last memory stayed on Pansy's bright red lips under her fair complexion. The corners of her moderately thick lips seemed to be slightly raised.

The classroom in front of her was still a classroom, but... a wonderful feeling surged up from the bottom of her heart, and she felt light.All the worries disappeared, worrying about whether I could keep up with Sylvia's academic requirements, the pressure of schoolwork... and the heavy heart when I saw Pan Xi put on the silver mask and leave without looking back Feeling... all gone, leaving only a hazy joy and relaxation.

Then Hermione heard, and she heard Pansy's voice faintly, from some far corner of her empty but comfortable, cotton candy-like head, Pansy's voice: "Tip toes, hands up , turn around like a ballet... tiptoe, raise your hand, turn around like a ballet... turn around..."

The voice was so gentle that Hermione obediently stood on tiptoe and raised her hands above her head, ready to spin around.

"Turn around like a ballet..." Pansy's voice came again.

But why?Ballet?circle?A faint sound came from the corner of Hermione's head.

Before turning around, Hermione remembered something was amiss - Pansy hadn't answered her question yet!The faint voice gradually grew louder.

"Turn around like a ballet..." Pansy's voice...why does it sound a little stiff?

No, now is not the time to spin in circles!The voice became firmer, and she had to ask first.

Next, Hermione suddenly felt a weightless dizziness, and then a pain in her right leg—this time she woke up—she finally turned around, but as soon as she accelerated, she suddenly regained her senses and didn't intend to turn. It was because she lost her center of gravity, she slipped on the spot, her right leg hit the classroom floor heavily, her whole thigh and knee were burning hot, if she wasn't wearing trousers, Hermione believed that her leg would have been rubbed by now A piece of skin came down.

Although it was in excruciating pain, Hermione looked at the other groups in the classroom. Dean Thomas was bouncing around and singing terrible songs with incomplete tone, and Lavender Brown squatted on the ground as if imitating a squirrel?Others are also weird (Ron and Malfoy seem to be sober, but for some reason they are sitting at opposite ends of the classroom, Ron's clothes are disheveled, and there is a bruise on his face. Can't see anything) None of them seemed to be able to resist the spell cast by only their classmates.

Are you so powerful?She knew that she was invulnerable in theory, but she was often not as good as Harry in the actual operation of Defense Against the Dark Arts, but today... Hermione turned her head to look at Pansy suspiciously.

"What did you want to ask before?" Pansy asked inexplicably, her eyes were not on Hermione at all, but she seemed to be looking at Hermione all the time, and spoke before Hermione opened her mouth.

"I want to ask, what's the matter with you recently?" When Pansy said this, Hermione suddenly remembered the last question she wanted to ask before she got the Imperius Curse, "I was I haven't finished talking yet!" Hermione was a little angry, although no one would remind her first if she was attacked outside, but this is a classroom after all!

"It's just to seize this opportunity." Pansy finally glanced at her, turned her head slightly, and looked at Hermione with an inconspicuous squint.

"what?"

"Didn't Sister Slytherin say that? Be rational. There are many ways to be rational, such as shame..." Pansy said, picking his chin at Harry, who was in the front of the classroom with Professor Moody. , Harry sat on the ground covering his knees, his face was contorted in pain, "Professor Moody just told Potter to jump on the table. Shame is a way. I think it should be counted if you haven't finished asking questions." One way."

"Well, that's right!" said Moody's booming voice. "Look, you all . . . Potter resisted! He resisted, he almost beat it! Let's try again, Potter , the rest of you watch - look him in the eye, that's the point - very well, Potter, very well! They're not going to try to control you so easily!"

Pansy noticed that Professor Moody's eyes were fixed on Harry with a satisfied expression on his face.Finally turning to face Hermione for the first time in a long time, looking directly at the girl.

Hermione couldn't understand the hand stretched out in front of her eyes. She took Pansy's hand that suddenly stretched out and stood up, but there were more doubts in her head—there was too much in Pansy's eyes that she couldn't understand. They poured out like a flood, but before Hermione could speak, they stopped abruptly, and the cold and indifferent look returned to the dark eyes.

Where Hermione didn't see it, out of the corner of Pansy's eye, she noticed Crabbe and Goyle, who were standing not far behind Hermione, turned towards her and Hermione - danger everywhere, nowhere In a safe place, she can't show emotions that she shouldn't have here...