At Haig's barbecue party, under the big tree next to the black lake,
Kamia promised to help Ginny escape Lockhart's "reward", and she did help.
Because she cleverly arranged for the drama group's activities to be on the weekend, Ginny was not the only one to participate.
Lockhart himself was going to participate.
What was even more worth celebrating was that Ginny's group instructor was not Lockhart.
"Hurrah! It's Professor Kamia! "Ginny happily hugged Luna and twirled her around.
Harry, who was next to her, sighed as he supported Ron.
Although he was already mentally prepared, he still did not want to accept this reality. _ (: з) ∠) _
After all the drama troupe members had arrived, Dumbledore announced the final arrangements.
He would be the instructor of the twins' group.
Professor Flick, on the other hand, chose his favorite student, Qiu Zhang.
Kamia was in charge of Harry's group, and Lockhart was in charge of Cedric's group.
But seeing how he kept looking over here,
Uh,
Someone was probably using the home field advantage to play a little trick.
After the results were announced, the instructors stepped down from the stage and were surrounded by their respective groups. Kamia also gathered the members of Harry's group, but there were only six of them. She could not help but laugh. "Are you guys here to form a six-person line?"
Drac could not help but laugh. Then she shook her body and looked in another direction. Harry looked up at Kamia hopefully. "Can I?"
Kamia reached out and flicked Harry's head, then grinned. "No." Then she straightened up and clapped her hands. "Okay, six people it is. Follow me!" Harry immediately lowered his eyebrows.
The group followed Kamia to the back of the stage. This was originally the place where they had their last meeting, but now it was a row of small rooms. Kamia introduced, "This is the lounge provided by the drama club for the members. In the future, you can all come here to prepare for rehearsals. You can also use the big stage, but you have to submit an application. "
It seemed that the school was quite attentive to the drama club.
Pushing open the door, Harry and the rest saw a... uh, small wooden house?
What should have been the ceiling had turned into a dense shade. Fine leaves that were dripping with moisture crawled down along the green wooden walls. The misty morning sun sifted through the sparse leaves and landed on the linen carpet, leaving round spots on it. Harry even faintly heard the sound of skylarks or other birds.
The children walked into the wooden house in surprise and joy. Led by Kamia, they sat on the ground and quietly waited for the female professor to speak.
Kamia looked around at the children around her. The closest to her were Luna, who was as quiet as moonlight, and the red-haired Weisles, Ginny, whose eyes were filled with eagerness. Then there was the seemingly innocent Harry Potter, and the truly innocent Ron Weisles. As for the pale and reserved Drac Malfoy and the tall and arrogant Pansy Parkinson... Well, Kamia touched her chin and nodded. Then she took out a stack of cards from the wooden cabinet behind her and said to the children, "You can draw your own lots!"
Everyone was stunned for a moment. Then Ginny raised a trembling hand and asked, "Professor... what lots?"
Harry, who had a rough idea of Kamia's routine, suddenly had a bad feeling. He looked up at the female professor. Sure enough, she said very naturally, "Pick a role!"
Do you think you're drawing a character card?! "" You think you're drawing a card?
Drac looked at Harry, whose mouth was twitching. Seeing that he was not going to say anything, she had to stand up and say, "Professor, shouldn't we choose the actors based on the role? And... did you say what kind of play we are going to perform? "The more Drac spoke, the more she felt that she had boarded a pirate ship.
"Ah ah, there's no need to go through so much trouble..." Kamia, the leader of the bandits, actually scratched her head and said shamelessly, "It's not that important anyway..."
"No! It's important! Very important! " Harry quickly interjected and raised a key question. "Professor, we haven't even read the script yet!" The rest of the team quickly chimed in.
Kamia had no choice but to reluctantly take out a stack of scripts from the wooden cabinet and distribute them to everyone. Harry flipped through them and immediately realized that something was wrong. "Professor, there are only six of us!"
"I know..."
"There are dozens of people on the list of actors!" Harry said angrily as he read the script under his nose.
"It doesn't matter..." Kamia waved the cards in her hand. "Let's finalize the roles first and then change the script."
Harry resisted the urge to rush up and shake Kamia's head. He forced himself to be steady and said, "Professor, is it really okay to be so casual?"
"I say, you guys are just randomly gathered together, right?" Kamia raised her eyebrows. Seeing that no one said anything, she shoved the cards under everyone's eyes again. "Pick!"
Pick, I'll pick you SSR... Harry saw that no one else said anything, so he had no choice but to pick a random card. He turned it over and saw a name written on it: Polly Garde? He hurriedly said, "Professor, I have to change it. This is a female character..."
Ginny, on the other hand, said, "Captain Carter... Professor, is this a male or female character?"
"Male, male, I'll switch with you!" Harry hurriedly extended his hand.
A hand suddenly appeared between Harry and Ginny. Kamia shook her head with a serious expression. "No."
Harry and Ginny asked, "Why?"
Kamia lowered her eyes mysteriously and said in a low voice, "Before I came here today, I went to Professor Trelawney to ask for a lot. She said that as long as we rehearse according to the result of our lot, it will be a great success."
Everyone: = =
Harry was only one step away from giving Kamia a tiger-style ORZ! As a Merlin worshipper, do you have to be so superstitious?! Also, where did Trelawney get the lot? All she had was a crystal ball. She should be more careful when making up a lie!
There was no telling how many people believed her, but Jenny withdrew her hand and looked at the "Captain Kate" in her hand, deep in thought. Kameya simply cleaned up the rest of the cards, took out a quill from her hat, and wrote on the script for a while. Then, she put down the quill and said, "Okay, let's rehearse according to this script in the future. We'll rehearse here every weekend. You can come over after class or in your common room. I don't have a problem with that."
Drac and Pansy looked at each other and saw the obvious regret in each other's eyes.
Ron was still in a daze. He was still counting how many characters there were in the script.
Luna was looking up at the ceiling. The thin light fell on her translucent white face and her fluffy light blonde hair.
Ginny was looking down at her lines and mumbling.
Harry quickly browsed through the entire script while Kameya was revising the script. The more he read, the tighter his frown became. Perhaps he didn't know anything about stage plays, musicals, songs, and dances, but he could see that this was a script that was completely unsuitable for stage performances. Complicated but unrelated characters, scattered and illogical plots, and long paragraphs of lines … Harry felt that if this play was put on the stage, perhaps the only thing that could attract the audience was the various props that filled the stage.
And the thing that made Harry break down the most was that he would be playing a sexy and unrestrained woman, Polly Garde.
Kamia made a few copies of the revised script and distributed them to her actors. Harry could clearly see that Drac, who was always poised, had an expression of lust on her face. Ginny was mumbling in a low voice, "… Hello, my dear Polly. Did you hear the stupid gossip of those women? They gathered together to talk nonsense and walked unsteadily? Who and when hugged you? Whose absent-minded husband is whimpering in the milk forest for your naughty and maternal arms and plump body? "
Harry got goosebumps when he heard Ginny's recitation. It was not because of the "naughty and maternal arms", nor the "plump body", but because of Ginny's voice.
Harry had only heard Ginny's recitation once. It was at dusk, and the people in the room were gathered in Luna's bedroom. Outside the window was the summer evening of Otter Village. Everywhere they looked, they could see the Otter River. Ginny was innocently reciting, "There is a river in my life. There is a river in my life. A river that seems to be on fire. Before I realized his existence, he was always there …"
That day, Harry was flustered by Ginny's voice. He used the excuse of going to the toilet to leave. It was not until today that he realized where his uneasiness came from.
Eleven-year-old Ginny Weisles, a girl with fiery red hair, when she read those words, when she entered the story, she was no longer herself.
Look, she was sitting there with the thin sunlight above her head. Behind her was the milky white fog that hung over the blue oak forest. Behind the milk forest were rows of salt white houses. Inside the arched windows were the weird dreams of Polly Garde, Milvan Weasels, and others. And the blind Captain Kate! He emerged from the abyss of the waves with a small boat and sank into the Mediterranean blue cabin. Just like that, he rose and fell in the rhythm of life …
Everyone had unknowingly quieted down when they heard Ginny's voice. Although no one spoke, everyone had the same thought. With such a protagonist, perhaps nothing else mattered.
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