What was a problem girl? Hoffa felt that no one was more suitable to be called a problem girl than this girl. He finally understood that this little b * tch was determined to go against him. As long as it was something that could make him unhappy, she would try it all.
She had already become the most annoying person Hoffa had met in his two lives!
Tom Riddle was cuter than her, at least Lord Voldemort was so low-key!
Walking to an empty bathroom, Hoffa turned on the tap and washed his face, but the cold water could not calm him down.
He thought that his mentality was very mature, and that he could not show his emotions. But he found that after so many days, his mentality was on the verge of exploding.
Finally, he angrily kicked the tile and scolded, "Vengeful! Vain! Crazy, how can there be such a boring person like you in the world? "
Just when Hoffa was angry.
Thud.
The sound of a book falling to the ground came from the door. Hoffa immediately turned around.
But he saw Miranda standing at the bathroom door. She was so shocked that the book fell to the ground.
Hoffa suddenly realized that he had lost his composure. In the situation where he could not achieve his goal for a long time, his patience was unknowingly used up by more than half, and he actually started to become incompetent. A real wizard would not be like this.
Miranda muttered while picking up the books, "I saw that you were in a hurry, so I followed you …"
"It's okay," Hoffa said, "I was just angry."
"What's wrong with you today? Why do I feel that you're strange? "After collecting the books, Miranda asked.
"I'm strange? I have that white haired female monster … "Hoffa sneered.
"Of course, I don't usually see you seriously tidy up your hair. You were very casual at the opening banquet, why are you suddenly so active today? "Miranda asked.
Hoffa was silent.
Miranda saw that Hoffa did not answer and comforted him, "Actually, Aglaia is not that difficult to get along with, she just likes to be in the limelight. It could only be said that she was the most Ravenclaw in Ravenclaw Academy.
"Hey, since when did Ravenclaw become an adjective?" Hoffa walked out of the bathroom.
Miranda followed behind Hoffa and asked, "What do you think is Ravenclaw? If you ask me, Aglaia wouldn't be welcomed in any other academy. But Ravenclaw's students have their own way of interacting with each other. Maybe you can try looking at her from another perspective. "
Hoffa sneered and said, "Humph, as long as she doesn't get in my way, she can do whatever she wants. Even if she wins the Nobel Prize this year, it has nothing to do with me."
"What is the Nobel Prize?"
"Forget it." Hoffa waved his hand impatiently. "Don't you think people like him are annoying?"
"No, she didn't … Wait."
Miranda suddenly stood still.
"You said that she hindered you. Did she hinder you today?"
"Of course …" Huo Run wanted to tell the truth, but she shut her mouth in time. Ravenclaw was a smart person. He didn't want others to see his desire for the forbidden book.
But Miranda had already seen through it. She pushed her glasses and smiled meaningfully.
"You tidied up your appearance and then actively answered the question. Are you trying to leave a good impression on Slughorn? "
Hoffa quickly distanced himself from Miranda. He felt that Miranda didn't look like a girl at all.
Miranda caught up with him. "Aiya, it seems like you're not without desires. What do you want? Do you want to join his slug club or get a few potions from him? "
"Neither." Huo Fa stopped in his tracks, annoyed.
"Then what do you want? Tell me."
Hoffa hesitated. Her identity as the vice-principal's granddaughter made him hesitate.
"Are you trying to attract a girl's attention?"
Miranda started gossiping. Knowing that she might be provoking him, Hoffa gritted his teeth. Were all English children so precocious?
"Or are you saying that the person you like is Aglaia …?"
Hoffa had goosebumps. He angrily raised the book and pretended to hit it.
"Enough. Shut up. Can you stop being so disgusting? I want Slughorn's autograph to borrow a book from the library. Are you satisfied with this answer? "
"That's it?"
Miranda was surprised.
"What else? If the librarian wasn't so strict, why do you think I would try so hard to please the dean of Slytherin Academy? "
"You should have said so earlier." Miranda facepalmed. "This kind of simple thing can be easily obtained. Why do you have to compete with Aglaia for the limelight?"
"Ah? You have an idea! "
Hoffa's face lit up. "You mean you can ask your grandfather to do me a favor?"
"Don't even think about it. Adebayor wouldn't do such a kind thing."
Hoffa said, "Then why are you talking about it?"
"He won't, but I will." Miranda giggled. "We can play a little trick …"
Hoffa was very curious about her idea, but Miranda didn't tell him. She just asked him to cooperate and keep it a secret.
Soon, it was Monday again.
It was a gloomy rainy day. The pitter-patter of rainwater hit the castle's glass, making the inside and outside of the castle look gray.
In the morning, in the magic classroom.
Adebayor Ghoshak, as usual, walked into the classroom with his second hand on the clock.
Standing in front of the podium, he glanced around with his gray eyes and asked in a deep voice, "Why is there one less person?"
Hoffa didn't need to look to know that Miranda had skipped class again.
But this time, before Professor Ghoshak could deduct points, an arm was raised to the sky.
It was Aglaia, who was in the same dorm as Miranda.
Professor Ghoshak asked, "What's wrong?"
Aglaia said, "Teacher, this is Miranda's leave slip. She ate something bad."
Then, she took a piece of paper from the table and handed it over.
Ghoshak took it and glanced at it. Hoffa saw a rare trace of disappointment on his usually calm face. That expression made Hoffa sympathize with the old man. He thought that if he were Professor Ghoshak, he would be furious.
His granddaughter didn't give him any face and repeatedly skipped class, but he couldn't do anything to her. Where was his dignity?
But the old Professor Ghoshak quickly put away his disappointment. He quickly signed his name and handed the leave slip back to Aglaia.
No points were deducted. Ravenclaw's students breathed a sigh of relief.
Ghoshak said, "In the last class, we talked about the syllables and movements of basic magic spells. Today, we're going to practice the spell. First, we're going to learn the Replication Spell. The Replication Spell is mostly used on real objects, but it can also be extended to some non-real carriers such as the mind and memory. It's a non-basic but very advanced spell …"
After the class started, the solemn and tense atmosphere eased.
At the beginning of this class, they were going to officially learn how to use magic spells. Although Hoffa had basically learned all the spells in the first grade, and he had also learned most of the Replication Spell in front of him from the beginner spell book, he still listened very seriously.
Thanks to his higher than average mental strength, Hoffa was very good at magic spells, just like the Transformation Spell class.
In the end, he successfully duplicated a small iron ball into two, and then two small iron balls into four. His skillful technique was praised by Ghoshak, who gave Ravenclaw ten points.
Although it wasn't as generous as Dumbledore's, it was enough to make Aglaia angry. Because the iron balls she duplicated were obviously one size smaller than the original iron balls, and were not exactly the same. Of course, this was good for normal students, but compared to Hoffa, it was still not good.
Hoffa turned a blind eye to her annoyance. He had already reflected on himself, and was determined not to be angry over this person. He thought that this was a stumbling block on his path forward, a test from the will of the universe.
But after class, as soon as he walked to the stairs at the corner of the fourth floor, he saw Aglaia standing under the statue of Flatterer Gray with her arms crossed, staring coldly at him.
Hoffa thought that she was unhappy because he had given extra points to the school, so he ignored her and walked straight over.
"Stop!"
Aglaia coldly called out to Hoffa.
Hoffa reluctantly turned around. "What?"
"What's your relationship with Miranda?" Aglaia asked.
Hoffa coldly said, "What are you trying to say?"
"Why did she want me to leave this for you?"
Aglaia raised her finger, and there was a piece of paper in between her fingers.
Hoffa sneered. "I don't know what you're talking about, but what does Miranda want to leave for me have anything to do with you?"
Aglaia's eyes were filled with disgust. "You think too highly of yourself, I'm too lazy to care about your business."
She flicked her finger and threw the paper away. It was as if there was something dirty on the paper. Then she turned around and left without looking back.
Hoffa's temperament + 1.
He took out his wand and lazily cast a levitation spell, and the paper returned to his hand.
He opened it, and it turned out to be Miranda's leave of absence.
[I ate something bad, and I'm at the school hospital. I'm taking the morning off. Miranda Ghoshak.]
Below it was Adebe Ghoshak's signature.
Hoffa held the paper in confusion. Just as he didn't know what the paper was for, the letters on the paper suddenly changed.
They quickly rearranged themselves.
Changed into.
[Request to enter the library to borrow any book, no time limit.]
Adebe Ghoshak.
Hoffa's mouth was wide open. Miranda promised to help him get the paper to borrow books from the library. But he didn't expect her to use this method, pretending to have diarrhea to trick Adebe's signature. Not only did she fool Ghoshak, she even fooled that bastard Aglaia.
Aside from being surprised, Huo Fa's spirits were lifted. This was the feeling of having his luck turn around.
Primary goal achieved!
As long as he could get the transfiguration book, he might be able to become an Animagus. If he succeeded, it was equivalent to being able to go into stealth.
Invisibility and Animagus had their own advantages. Invisibility could completely hide one's appearance. But after transforming into a small creature, he could go to a lot of places that humans couldn't go. The most interesting thing was that after the Animagus became small, his footsteps would become silent.
Hoffa wanted to thank Miranda, but Miranda still didn't appear in Dumbledore's class.
He couldn't help but mutter in his heart, 'Is this little girl really sick?'
After the transfiguration class, Hoffa took the signed paper and quickly ran to the library.
When he came to Morgan's "Anatomy of Everything, Structure is King", he was just about to take the book out. The librarian, the old man, jumped out. He held a feather duster and shouted fiercely, "Hey! It's you again. "
A piece of paper reached under his nose and interrupted the old man.
"Don't talk nonsense, give me the book!" Hoffa said.
The old man snatched the paper and after reading it twice, he swallowed the words he didn't want to say. His wrinkled face became very depressed and puzzled.
The rules were the rules, there was no room for him to refute. He could only take the book out and lend it to Hoffa unhappily.
When he got the book, Hoffa touched the rough cover of the thick book and his mood became better. But he didn't read it immediately. He decided that it wouldn't be too late to learn when there was no one around.
At night, the ceiling of the auditorium was drizzling, it was no different from outside.
At this time, Hoffa saw Miranda, who he hadn't seen for a day, sitting at the dining table. She was eating a piece of potato pie with a listless look in her eyes.
Hoffa reached out and waved his hand in front of her. "Hey!"
Miranda slowly turned her head. Strangely, she wasn't wearing glasses now. Her face was pale and gloomy, and she looked sick.
"You really have diarrhea?" Hoffa asked with concern.
Miranda looked Hoffa up and down and snorted with her nose. Then she lowered her head and continued eating the potato pie with a cold expression that said she didn't want to talk to him.
"Poor thing," Hoffa muttered. He also took a piece of potato pie and whispered to Miranda, "Thank you so much, I borrowed the book."
Miranda stopped chewing and thought for a while.
"What?"
"I'm borrowing books," Huo Fa said happily. "I borrowed it from the library."
"What does that have to do with me?" Miranda interrupted Hoffa expressionlessly. She turned her head and continued eating the potato pie.
Hoffa's mouth was wide open. He was a little confused. What does it have to do with you? If you didn't help me, would I be able to borrow it? Why did this girl with a good temper suddenly become a different person?
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