Professor Snape was expressionless about Dumbledore's hints and seemed not very interested in some fancy things.

If he organized everyone to sing school songs and cook potions, he would think it would be pretty good, but Dumbledore obviously would not agree with this suggestion.

Snape held back and stopped talking, but after a while, he finally couldn't hold it in and took a breath, but was almost suffocated by the smell.

Snape quickly covered his nose with his robe, glanced at Professor Quirrell, and swept the air in disgust.

Does this guy never take a shower?

Professor Snape shook his greasy hair, with disgust in his eyes.

He looked at the auditorium again, and he happened to meet Harry.

"Oh!" Ha covered his forehead with one hand.

"What's wrong?" Percy asked.

"No... nothing." The burning pain disappeared in an instant as if it was coming.

What was lingering was the feeling Harry got from the teacher's eyes, and he felt that the teacher had no affection for him at all.

There was no good impression at all, Snape stared at Harry's eyes and glanced at the face in disgust.

He seemed to be watching a green-headed fly, and he was about to spit out the overnight meal.

Damn... Why do you have such a face?

This face...is not worthy of such a pair of eyes!

The dinner soon announced the end, and under the leadership of the chief, everyone returned to the common room.

Ravenclaw had changed a new door knocker, which only had mechanical sounds, which made many young wizards extremely regretful, and they vowed to find the thief who stole the door knocker and then kill him.

The new senior Penelo took the young wizards to visit the public lounge and fulfilled Robert's position last year.

She performed well tonight and was sought after by many students.

William brought Bobo Tea back to his dormitory, and he needed some rest.

Early the next morning, William got up from bed and came to the auditorium with Qiu.

One of Ravenclaw's lessons is a transformation class, and they are going to go with the little wizard of Hufflepuff.

Professor McGonagall is well known for his severity that no one would want to be late in her class.

There were many students sitting at the Ravenclaw's dining table, and everyone was still discussing last night's banquet.

The twin brothers waved to them, and they sat directly on the Gryffindor table.

Professor McGonagall is distributing a third-grade course schedule, and George also received a copy for Fred.

"What's our first class?" Fred was eating toast, and it was not convenient to read the class schedule.

"The old liar's class." George glanced at Professor McGonagall not far away and whispered.

"Old liar...who is it?" Qiu asked in confusion with a glass of milk.

"The old liar...is Professor Trelawney in the divination class." Fred bit the toast and said vaguely: "Have you heard of the terrible campus legend?"

"No." William shook his head.

"You should understand." George pursed his lips and secretly imitated her expression and way of speaking while Professor McGonagall was not paying attention.

"It's all second grade, and I'll choose courses next year. This is a very important stage in magic education. After all, the fifth grade requires a normal witchcraft level test..."

Several people burst into laughter, and Professor McGonagall glanced at them suspiciously.

"Okay, stop laughing, Professor McGonagall is here later," George said.

"Professor Trelawney predicts a student's death every year, and this is the terrible campus legend."

"But it has never been achieved," Fred shrugged, "everyone knows that she is an old liar, the kind of people who eat and drink, and I don't know why Dumbledore keeps her.

I have always suspected that Professor Trelawney was his granddaughter.”

"Hey, don't be so mean, her prophecy has come true several times." George smiled. "She said two years ago that there would be a professor who would leave us forever, and Professor Robert would die soon."

"Yes, I'm so lucky." Fred said in an exaggerated tone.

"Don't care whether she has real skills or not, you only need to be able to lie and pass through her courses easily. These are all said by the seniors." George said happily: "We are masters in lying, and we are born with lies!"

"Yes, in addition to being easy to pass, there are many benefits in other aspects," Fred said.

"As long as she takes her class, she can be distracted and do what she wants, she just needs to predict that something will happen to her. It's very simple."

The twin brothers teach the collected information and hope that William and Qiu will also choose her class next year.

"Cedric, you also chose the divination class?" Qiu asked.

There is Cedric where there is autumn. He didn't know when he came. He was sitting next to Qiu, leisurely dipping his bread against Lao Ganma.

Since it was bought in Qiu or William recommended it, Cedric naturally used a spoon to apply a layer on the bread, layer after layer.

He really thought it was butter!

"I didn't take this course." Cedric picked up another piece of bread.

Unlike twins, he doesn't need the kind of course that can be easily passed, he just needs to choose the course that is useful to him.

He took several difficult courses.

Among them are the research on ancient magical literature.

William is also studying this course alone now, but he has been exposed to it in the time loop, and is progressing faster than Cedric.

Cedric also chose plant texture research, which helped his wand making.

"You actually chose Muggle Research." William was surprised to see Cedric's class schedule.

Several people gathered around.

"Just interested." Cedric stuffed some cream into his giant bread again.

"Cedric, you want to learn how to get along with Muggles for someone, right?" William smiled.

Qiu's parents are both Muggles, so this person naturally refers to Qiu.

"No more, I just like Muggles."

Cedric shook his head calmly, but gave William a thumbs up behind his back.

He is worthy of being a good brother and a good wingman. He said everything he thought but was inconvenient to say.

Just then, Hermione followed the Gryffindor student, carrying the small bag William gave her in her hand.

William made one for all the small bags of the traceless stretching curse, which could store five cubic meters of space.

There are also such things in the orders of Akali's mysterious store, and they are expensive.

After all, the traceless stretching spell is a very high-end spell and not something that ordinary people can make.

Hermione sat down next to William, picked up a glass of milk, took out William's first-grade notes, and began to study hard while eating.

"Hermione, I remember you probably didn't have class in the morning, right?" William wondered, "It's only the first day, why did you come so early?"

"I'm going to the library after dinner," Hermione said for granted. "I heard that if I didn't go early, there would be no seat. Do I want me to take you a seat later?"

"Not that exaggerated." William frowned slightly.

"If the little wizards of Hogwarts are so studious, Professor Dumbledore would have been very pleased."

"By the way, who told you these words?"

"My roommate, Ravend Brown, told me last night." Hermione took a bite of the bun and tilted her head, "What's wrong?"

Well... William suddenly found that this little girl was isolated after just one night after she came to school.

And she hasn't noticed it yet.

Poor baby.

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