Quidditch's popularity continued until the second week and everyone was still discussing it heatedly.

At noon Thursday, Hermione was sitting at the dining table reading aloud with a thick notebook.

There were many students gathered around her, like believers.

Hermione was holding "Quidditch Origins" all day long. Seeing that she was very nervous, William sorted out Quidditch's notes a little.

This contains his skills in playing ball, as well as his continuous collection of tactical key points.

The notes of academic masters are always the most intimate strategic materials, especially before the exam.

In the afternoon, Gryffindor will have his first flight class in his first grade, and everyone wishes to hold it for twenty-four hours.

Regardless of whether it is useful or not, it is always the notes of the top student. Even if you pretend to be mentally comforted, it is good.

It is much more reliable than what the teacher calls "the whole book is the focus" and "I'm going to take the test points".

Everyone thinks so, and many first-grade wizards gather around her and listen carefully to Hermione's reading.

The girl was so energetic that she looked like an excellent Chinese class representative.

Soon, a row of owls flew in.

Malfoy received a large parcel, which he opened with all kinds of imported candies.

He showed off loudly, telling Slytherin not to be polite.

In fact, no one was polite to him. After only five seconds of the package was placed on the table, everyone rushed up and separated all the candy.

This feeling is very similar to sending a red envelope myself. I just clicked on it and found that the red envelope... has been received.

Pansy grabbed a piece of heart-shaped chocolate and didn't mind sharing it with Malfoy, but was rejected by the latter.

I didn't get a piece of candy, and although Malfoy felt sorry for her, she still showed off her magnanimously:

"We have a lot of candies in our house. If you like to eat them, I will ask my father to give them every day. Whoever is polite to me will be anxious.

It's so pitiful. If someone doesn't want to say gifts, they can't even receive a copy of the letter."

Malfoy looked at Harry, as if he was deliberately telling him.

William could hear Malfoy's voice from afar.

He saw through the truth at a glance.

Malfoy was not so striking, but rather hinting at Harry and asking him for candy.

Unfortunately, Harry was unmoved and bit the small pineapple cake hatefully, as if the cake was Malfoy's head.

Ron didn't pay attention to Harry's abnormality and was complaining loudly.

"I am your brother. If I want to ride a broom for a while, I still need money?!"

"So we only charge you Wuxike, half the price." Fred said seriously.

"But I don't have Wuxike!"

"Then you just wait for the afternoon flight class to ride the school's bare wheel at 1700, that's not bad," George smiled.

"You guys have made so much money and can buy 2,000 yuan in barbecue. Wuxike still accepts mine?"

Fered smiled and said, "Look at what you said, Wuxi is not money anymore?"

Ron bit the bread hatefully, as if it were twin brothers.

Neville, not far away, also received a gift, and Mrs. Longbottom sent a small package.

Neville opened excitedly, and there was a glass ball inside, as if filled with white smoke.

"This is a memory ball!" Neville explained, "Grandma knows that I always don't have a memory and it will tell you if there is something I've forgotten."

"Look, you hold it tightly, like this, if it turns red..."

Neville suddenly stretched his face, and the memory ball suddenly turned red.

Neville desperately recalled what he forgot... No, he didn't forget anything.

Laifu, who was far away in the magic history classroom, was standing in front of the glass window, croaking desperately.

The last class of Gryffindor in the morning was the History of Magic. Lefu just took a short snooze on the table, woke up and found that there was no one around him.

The classroom door was locked, and Professor Bince also dragged his transparent body through the wall, leaving only it, a clam, looking for Neville's figure in a daze...

At this time, Neville was still trying to recall the memories in the restaurant.

Malfoy suddenly stood up and left the Slytherin dining table for some reason.

He passed the dining table at the Gryffindor Courtyard and suddenly grabbed the memory ball from Neville.

Harry and Ron jumped up, as if they wanted to fight with Malfoy to vent their anger.

Malfoy also looked at Harry provocatively, completely ignoring Ron.

However, Professor McGonagall could always notice something keenly than other teachers. She was obviously chatting with Dumbledore just now, but in the blink of an eye, she appeared at the dining table.

Hermione was surprised to be unable to read the book anymore, and seemed to be interested in this ability to quickly find the source of trouble.

"What's going on?" Professor McGonagall narrowed his eyes.

"Malfoy snatched my memory ball, Professor." Neville hurriedly said.

Malfoy had a gloomy face and quickly threw the memory ball back to the table.

The pickup plan failed!

"Wait and see." He said that and then slipped away.

Neville still couldn't remember what he had lost. He cried: "Did I forget the map? It seems that I did lose it?"

George slightly raised his forehead, "Navi, are you sure you will be enough for pocket money?"

If the map of Neville is lost, they will buy it again, but William and the others are embarrassed to sell it.

He consumes one piece a year, but he consumes seven pieces a week. This speed is really exaggerating.

"Or let William carve a Hogwarts map on your knee?" Fred advised seriously.

"This is a good idea," George smiled. "I heard from William that Dumbledore had a London subway map engraved on his knee."

George's voice was loud and many students heard it. They all looked at William, as if they were interested in this explosive news.

So are Autumn and Marietta.

William took a cup of black tea and sipped it in small sips.

"Don't look at me with this kind of look, I've never seen it before.

When I asked Dumbledore about the map last year, he told me.

He also asked me to make a better map, not to be extremely unfriendly to wizards like the complicated London Underground, and can't find a place to go to the toilet..."

Although William said this, the fastest spread of Hogwarts was rumors.

Before class in the afternoon, rumors were everywhere: Dumbledore drew a Hogwarts map on his back, and had a tattoo on his chest, and was a blonde wizard.

If you love him, tattoo him on your chest!

Everyone was confident, as if they saw it with their own eyes, and even William believed it a little.

In the afternoon, William and Qiu followed the large army to approach the greenhouse, and Professor Sprout was already standing at the door waiting for them.

Professor Sprout is a short witch with a patched hat on his fluttering hair and a lot of mud is always stained with clothes.

Everyone likes her very much. She has a good temper and always makes some weird plants to open your eyes.

Professor Sprout is somewhat similar to Hagrid, and she likes the strange flowers and plants.

But she has a good grasp of the standards and will not make some particularly dangerous plants, which is completely different from Hagrid.

"Today is still the third greenhouse!" said Professor Sprout.

They all stayed in the first greenhouse in the first grade and only entered the third greenhouse for the first time last week.

The plants in the third greenhouse are more interesting and dangerous.

Professor Sprout took a big key from his belt and opened the door. William smelled a scent of wet soil and fertilizer, mixed with a strong fragrance of flowers.

The flowers are as big as umbrellas and hang from the ceiling.

Professor Sprout fell behind and stopped William.

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