Hogwarts Melon Eater

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Anna quickly recorded the key content of the book in the memo of the system. She is not going to take the book out. It is always uncomfortable to have a book that may be cursed by her side, especially this book. When it is called “Muggle Breeding”, the strange title will cause unnecessary misunderstanding by others.

“Speaking of which Ms. Vampire’s name is it?” George asked a dangerous question that everyone wants to know. “George, I have to say, this Vampire may still be alive,” Anna said. The book turned a few pages back, “See if you can, don’t call her name.”

The light from the wand in Fred’s hand began to flicker, bright and dark, the atmosphere became more and more weird, Anna and George both looked towards him.

“Sorry, I’m not very proficient in this curse, definitely not for the atmosphere…” Fred de vigorously shook the wand, just like shaking a TV remote control panel whose battery was almost dead, and the light soon returned to normal. “Huh, it’s better now.”

The three people’s eyes focused on the book again, “…Fortunate one who saw this book, if you are disappointed in your life, what changes are you looking forward to, or you are on the iron frame of burning witch about to welcome you? Come to the end of life… If you still want to live, please call my name, offer your blood, and become my believer. The kind I will take you out of trouble…”

‘…Read the following sentence: You are the shadow of the castle on the Loire, you are the holiness that holds the thread of life, you are the god of happiness and blood above the church, to offer you blood for you Offering blood, the noble Goddess of the Moon Di Anna. Sanguinias…’

The library was quiet, “No one of us just uttered this…er…evil sentence?” Anna coughed. She just read the sentence in her head just now, afraid of saying it unconsciously.” No!” Twin shook his head nervously and replied.

Anna quickly closed “Muggle Breeding” and put it back in place, “I think we should go back.” A few people quickly left the Restricted Section, with a hint of escaping, as if there was one hidden behind her Vampire is always ready to bite their necks—there is a reason why these books are placed in the Restricted Section, which can prevent the young wizard from being mentally polluted and having a nightmare.

Poor Fred De was lying on the enthusiastic four-poster bed in the dormitory. The comfortable cushions, the pillows with the smell of The Burrow sunshine, and the warm blankets could not stop him from having nightmares, “Uh…what…” He was unconsciously mumbled, In the dream, a man with a clown mask insisted to say that he was a witch and burned him as a heresy.

“It’s time to wash my eyes, brother…” Fred de browses tightly knit, “How do you see that I am a curvaceous witch? Can you teach me?” The clown in the dream took a pitchfork. He crossed Fred De’s clothes on the iron frame, and a pile of wood appeared out of thin air. Under the iron frame, the clown threw a few fire-grey snake eggs into the wood.

“With 1 point, the snake eggs will hatch,” the clown let out a sharp laugh, “bang! When the time comes you will become as delicious as Diagon Alley’s “Devil’s Taste” barbecue!”

“?” Fred scolded a swear word, dense sweat bursting out of his forehead, George on the bed next to him was awakened and turned over impatiently, “Fred, I want to tell mother you He was swearing when he fell asleep,” He put his pillow over his ears, and didn’t notice Fred’s abnormality.

The clown in the dream began to count down, and Fred started moving towards the onlookers who couldn’t see clearly behind the clown, calling for help, “Merlin’s beard! Can anyone help me? Mother? Father? Headmaster Dumbledore? Batman?” Fred started struggling, “George Weasley?! Can you tell this madman that I am not a witch?”

“Ah…” George sighed with a pillow covering his ears. He sat up and looked at his sleeping roommate Lee Jordan. It was obvious that he was not disturbed by Fred’s dreams at all, and he drooled and shouted. “Sweet Duck Sweet Duck”.

George rolled up his sleeves and was about to slap Fred De to wake up with a slap. He hesitated for two seconds while looking at the face extremely similar to himself, and then he heard Fred De chanting, “Anna! Why are you here too!” ?”

George frowned and threw himself back on the bed. Now that Anna appeared, Fred’s nightmare should be over. That’s what he thought. George covered his ears and drew his head into the bed. That’s good. The ground is isolated from outside interference.

The dark and warm environment quickly caused George to re-emerged sleepiness. He closed his eyes and heard Fred De as if praying in a daze.

“…to offer you blood, to offer you blood, the noble Goddess of the Moon Di Anna. Sanguinias.”

How could it be possible, George thought, rubbing his ears, and fell asleep deeply.

In the next few days, Hogwarts calm and tranquil, Anna can imagine the best campus life is probably that way, the sleeping Professor Binns A History of Magic, the interesting Defense Against the Dark Arts course, Charms Flitwick The professor previously said that he would cough when he talked about the key points. After a period of teaching, everyone found that-Flitwick would cough no less than ten times in a class. God, he might as well say that the whole book is the key point.

Potion class Professor Snape has been a lot easier recently. The new Professor Hong Bei helped him share part of the course. Now he finally has time to take care of his’some’ messy hair, but unfortunately he doesn’t Not going to do this.

By the way, after the Quidditch match ended, the lower grade broomstick class finally started. The class started later this year because Professor Hooch was invited to the Ministry of Magic Magic Department of Magical Games and Sports to check a broomstick that Nimbus will launch soon. Whether there is a problem or not, the expected young wizards are too entangled, Professor Huo Qi can only vaguely reveal, “This is a cross-age broomstick, the name will continue the past traditions, children, I can only disclose so much, by the way Mention it is really great.”

“I can’t wait!” George was very excited.

“But you are shy in your pocket, brother,” Fred De, who hung in dark circles, said the reality. George glanced at him, “What is the difference between living without dreams and salted fish? Speaking of which …Fred De, Do you really dream of becoming a witch?”

Aroused Anna’s curiosity, “This is how your dark circles come from?”

“Let’s not talk about it anymore,” Fred De made a’stop here’ gesture, “I always dream of strange things these days, clowns, hunters or something, they treat me as heretics. Burning me, is it because I slept too much in the Professor Binns class? He seems to be talking about the medieval witch hunt recently…”

“Why didn’t I dream of those things?” George stroked his head. “Professor Binns was talking about witch hunting recently? I thought he was still talking about the geek Ukulele who hated jellyfish?” [ 19459002]

“George, that’s what Professor Binns taught two weeks ago, and that’s Urik the weirdo, not Ukulele,” Anna chi chi laughed.

Time soon came to Saturday. This was the day Anna planned to visit the lonely old man in Nurmengard. She packed neatly and walked out of the dormitory under Belinda’s sleepy eyes.

“Carbonated drinks,” she said to the dripping Gargoyle on the third floor with the bamboo basket filled with food that the house elf took.

“It’s you…” When the water dripped, he slowly moved his slightly cumbersome body to make room for the elevator behind him, “I remember you, the girl with cockroaches who likes to ask questions.”

“Good morning, uh… Mr. Dripping Gargoyle,” Anna walked to the elevator and stood still, watching the stone wall slowly closed in front of her, she heard the stone statue reply to her, “Good morning.”

Anna soon came to Dumbledore’s office. The old man with a white beard was holding a small ball and trying to throw it down ten cylindrical pins not far away, looking like he was playing a muggle bowling game.

“Ten-pillar bocce game, do you want to try it, Anna?” Dumbledore handed the ball to Anna. Anna took it, threw it, and smoothly bypassed all the pins and hit the foot of the small animal table. , The table jumped up, and the Sorting Hat on it exclaimed in surprise.

“Headmaster Dumbledore, I’m here to use Fawkes to go to Nurmengard for volunteer service,” Anna shook the bamboo basket in her hand.

“Oh!” Dumbledore looked towards the bamboo basket curiously, “What’s so delicious here?”

“Cola, bread, fresh steak,” Anna paused for a second, “and the Hogwarts specialty kipper burger.”

“Please let him taste our specialty burgers,” Dumbledore laughed, and let Phoenix Fawkes standing on the shelf fly over, “Just grab Fawkes’ feet and you will reach your destination soon.”

Fawkes flew to Anna’s shoulder, and Dumbledore said again, “Anna, come back as soon as possible. He might pull you to chat with a bright smile, talk about topics that interest you in particular, or try to reveal some of the past to you. Secret… That is his way to win people’s hearts. He can easily know what you want, so be very careful.”

After listening to the experience and lessons of the people over, Anna clicked nodded, grabbed Fawkes’ feet, carried the bamboo basket, turned into a ball of flames, and disappeared into the headmaster’s office.