"The Savior Boy Sleeps at Night in the Snake King's Cellar: Is It Porn or Porn?"
"Gryffindor Know-It-All VS Slytherin Old Bat: Who Will Get Sage Potter?"
"Weisles Girl Is Sad, Prince Malfoy Panics: The Lovelorn Front Alliance Is Officially Established."
"Potions Professor Loves Harry Potter."
"Black Demon Professor Loves Ginevra: Has Teacher-Student Love Become the Mainstream of Hogwarts?"
…
There were four pages worth of gossip. Harry read the Hogwarts Daily four times.
Then he heard Hermione next to him squeeze out a sentence from between her teeth, "Twins … Just you wait!!!"
Her resentment was so deep that she directly swept the table around the two of them.
However, Harry could understand this.
After all, in the article "Who Will Get Sage Potter?"
When comparing Hermione and Snape's data, there were some objective but unpleasant comments about Hermione's hairstyle and front teeth.
But — "Hermione, don't be so agitated! Look at what they say about Snape: His exclusive hairstyle is as black as a rag,
His yellow front teeth are too much … Uh, that's a little too much. "
Harry touched his nose. He could guarantee that Snape didn't like smoking and drinking.
It was just that his lifestyle wasn't very good.
Hermione directly tore the newspaper in Harry's hand into pieces.
Through the newspaper frame in his hand, Harry saw an angry Miss Know-It-All.
And to Harry's surprise, Hermione's eyes were a little red.
"Hermione …" Harry froze for a moment.
Then, he swept the remains of the newspaper aside.
He took out a small gift box from his bag.
He handed it under Hermione's eyes and whispered. "Min?"
"What's this?" Hermione sniffed, her voice still calm.
Harry curled the corners of his mouth and said with a smile, "Happy
birthday！”
"How did you know it's my birthday today?" Hermione blurted out, then blushed.
Last April, in order to cheer Harry up, Hermione held a fake party in the name of her birthday. That time, Harry gave her a birthday present.
Harry just smiled and didn't say anything. Hermione blushed and took the gift box, thanking him softly.
"Open it and take a look!" Harry urged.
Hermione carefully removed the ribbon, opened the layers of wrapping paper, and then took out a small bottle of magic potion from the box. There was a small note on the bottle: Soft hair ~ More comfortable than soft hair ~ Oh yeah ~
"How is it? I stole it from Professor Snape's cupboard ~ "From the original packaging, it should be a tribute to Professor Snape.
However, Hermione did not smile as Harry expected. Instead, she looked up with a gloomy expression and asked eerily, "Harry, do you also think that the reason I was rejected by the drama troupe was because of my front teeth and hairstyle?"
"… Of course not!" Harry suddenly felt as if he had stepped on a landmine.
"Really?" Hermione's expression did not improve.
"Really!" Harry swore as he retreated.
As for Hermione, she smiled and said softly, "A flock of birds!"
Harry stood outside the library and plucked feathers for a long time before dejectedly planning to return to the Union Building. However, halfway there, he remembered that there was still a group of people waiting for "Polly Garter" at the drama club. He stopped, hesitating whether to settle accounts with the twins or go to Haig's place for afternoon tea.
Before he could make up his mind, the options in front of him appeared.
"Hey, Bart, where are you going?" Harry ran forward and grabbed Bart, who was holding a bag of chips and munching on them.
Bart coughed twice. When he saw that it was Harry, he smiled widely and replied, "Me? I'm just going to watch Hai Mei's combat training …"
"You and Blue Beetle are really close!" Harry exclaimed as he walked side by side with Bart. Probably because Wally asked Hai Mei to take care of Bart, it seemed that the gold and blue duo always went out together.
Bart finished a bag of chips with super fast speed and licked his fingers. "Peter and Colo are also very close!"
But that kind of relationship … Harry coughed and changed the topic. "Where are Hai Mei and the others training?"
"On your field, it seems like your Professor Lockhart and Professor Snape are giving demonstration classes …"
Hearing the name of a certain professor, Harry suddenly did not want to go. Bart saw the hesitation on Harry's face and patted Harry's shoulder comfortingly. "Hey, it's okay. I've asked around. Your school doesn't have any particularly strict rules on teacher-student relationships …"
How big did the twins manage to publish the daily newspaper?!
It was rare for Quidditch Field to be so lively outside of the season. There were so many people that not even a drop of water could trickle through. With Harry's height, he could only look at the back of his head from the periphery, so he squeezed into the crowd with Bart's help.
Most of the people present seemed to be students of fourth grade and above. Harry guessed that this was a senior combat class. In the field, Mystique and Shazan were standing on one side with a few international students. On the other side, Lockhart, who was wearing a brilliant purple robe, seemed to have just finished giving a speech and was about to pull Snape for a demonstration. But looking at Snape's face, it was unclear whether he did not want to fight with Lockhart or did not want to embarrass the Hogwarts in front of outsiders.
"Hey, Severus, don't be nervous. I won't let your dear students lose their Potions Professor. Hehe, especially your little Harry …" For some reason, when Lockhart saw Harry who had just squeezed in, he immediately started winking.
Although the students who had already read the Daily Hogwarts did not dare to laugh openly due to the Potions Professor's deterrence, they could not help but shake their shoulders. So the circle of students began to shake rhythmically at the same time, like a circle of waves.
Oh no! Harry instantly saw the black fog rising from Snape's head. He quickly squatted down and buried his face in his knees.
On the other side, the blackened Snape had already narrowed his eyes slightly and accepted Lockhart's request. So the two of them stood at the two ends of an invisible line and bowed to each other. Or rather, Lockhart showed off his figure, while Snape shook his head impatiently. Then, together, they raised their wands in front of their chests like arrows.
Bart, who was in high spirits, reached out and scooped Harry up. He asked excitedly, "Harry, Harry, are they dueling?"
"… No." It was just Lockhart being beaten up one-sidedly.
Sure enough, just as Lockhart raised his wand over his shoulder, Snape grinned and shouted, "Remove your weapon!" Then, a dazzling red light hit Lockhart. The latter was hit so hard that he could not stand still. He took two steps back and fell onto the grass. His hat also fell to the ground, and his wavy curls stood up. Harry heard a few girls around him gasp. Someone even asked, "Is he okay?"
And Snape did not seem to be happy. He just snorted coldly and retreated to the edge of the field with a murderous look on his face.
Lockhart staggered to his feet, but still managed to keep a smile on his face. "Alright, did everyone see that? Professor Snape used a disarming spell, so as you can see, I lost my wand. Ah, thank you, Miss Brown. Yes, just as Professor Snape showed you, you must be fast, accurate, and ruthless. You must catch your opponent off guard. But, don't be angry with me for saying that. Your intention was obvious just now. If I wanted to stop you, it would have been effortless — "
* Pop! * The sound of a bubble bursting suddenly rang out, interrupting Lockhart's boasting.
The wizard smiled indifferently in a certain direction. He then clasped his hands and said to everyone, "Alright, we will practice in groups. First group, come forward. Professor Raven will divide you into two groups. Remember, except for your weapon, you must be fast, accurate, and ruthless."
As Mystique matched the students in the first group with the foreign students, Harry found the student blowing the bubble in the crowd. She was wearing a beret today, hiding her most obvious feature.
Ginny? Harry saw that the girl was still chewing gum, but she seemed to have the intention to leave. He turned his head again and saw Lockhart and Snape watching the practice in the field. But for some reason, Harry felt that Lockhart was distracted by Ginny.
A certain gossip magazine appeared in Harry's mind. The title of one of the articles hit him like a bullet: Professor Blackmagic Guards Against Ginevra!!!
Lockhart and Ginny? Harry shook his head. Even the most unscrupulous writer wouldn't joke with him like that. So, he restrained himself for the time being. He didn't immediately ask Ginny, but planned to hunt down the writer of the article.
Beside him, Bart, who didn't know Harry's thoughts, was cheering. "Hai Mei! Hai Mei! Hai Mei, don't be a coward! "
Hai Mei wasn't afraid. In fact, as an official member of the Young League of Justice, Hai Mei's combat strength was ranked among the best among the students. He didn't even need to take out his neutron cannon to deal with a fourth-year student from Hogwarts.
Thus, Blue Beetle's opponent, who was already suffering setbacks, looked at her professors with tears in his eyes. It's not that I don't want to win, it's that I can't do it.
Hai Mei was also helpless. He glared at Bart with a warning look. Be good, don't mess around.
"Tarantella Dance!" Her opponent suddenly chanted a spell that wasn't part of the practice. Hai Mei was caught off guard and immediately started dancing uncontrollably.
Bart screamed. Harry couldn't help but laugh. Last year, the twins also used a prank spell to defeat the angel Warren. It seemed that this trick could be passed down in combat class as a backup.
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