Chapter 288 Afternoon

How strong is the little girl's fighting ability?

Originally Harry didn't know.

Now he has used his skinny body to truly understand the threshold of the witch's attack power.

The scene was quite bloody and the opponent was quite cruel, which caused tons of damage to Harry's young mind.

"Harry!" Hermione shouted angrily, "Write Professor Binns' paper yourself!"

Yes, it is like that.

The ghost professor who respects history and facts and has a very high reputation, but is not very good at teaching, still maintains the fine tradition of "the most homework after class" this year and assigned them a three-foot-long entry-level homework Operation.

The reason why it is said to be entry-level is naturally because it is just the opening ceremony for the professor. By the second half of the school year, it will probably be necessary to use "pages" as the unit of measurement.

If Ron were here at this time, he would probably say something like "You don't need to worry about it", and then wait until the homework is about to be handed in and use his pitiful little expression to get a look at Hermione's little angel's homework. Not only It gave her a little sense of satisfaction, and also showed the Weasley family's "never begging for help" momentum.

This is the correct way to obtain favorability.

In short, despite the fact that this guy is very arrogant, he also has real skills in pleasing girls.

After Hermione used her homework method, Harry immediately became intimidated.

If you don't pay attention at this time, when it's time to hand in your homework, the professor will definitely freeze it to ice!

Without Ron charging ahead, Harry felt that with his own strength, Hermione would never hand in her homework!

"No..." Harry shouted desperately, "Without you, I would be dead!"

Maybe it was because his performance was a little exaggerated, but Hermione was a little dumbfounded, and after a while she said, "Yeah, it's not that exaggerated."

As she spoke, she found some confidence and said angrily, "Don't speak ill of Professor Lockhart anymore!"

Harry nodded quickly, but he was thinking in his heart that it would be fine no matter what, as long as he could finish his homework...

Hermione showed a satisfied smile, like a little fangirl who defended her idol, and began to talk about Professor Lockhart's various advantages, which made Harry feel sleepy.

Give me a break! That bastard who plays with fans’ feelings! How could he be a great wizard!

Especially, he is so handsome!

Harry cast a pleading look at Robert who was watching the excitement.

After eating for a long time, Robert felt that it was almost time to interrupt the little girl's mindless worship and said quickly, "I heard that you have a Defense Against the Dark Arts class this afternoon? Hermione, don't you need to go back and prepare?"

"Get ready?" Hermione looked at him doubtfully, "Prepare for what?"

Robert shrugged and said he was a little confused, "Actually, I don't know very well, but I think Hannah and the others seem to be preparing clothes."

Hermione blinked and seemed to understand something. After thanking her hurriedly, she left the room.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief, feeling like he had been saved.

"By the way, why does she leave when it comes to clothes?" Harry was confused, "Is this some kind of code?"

"Of course." Robert nodded, "That's a secret code for girls."

Harry was still puzzled.

Robert was about to explain it to him, but then he thought, this guy doesn't actually need to understand this!

With the reputation of "Harry Potter", as long as he wants to, there are countless girls who are willing to be his girlfriend and rush to do all kinds of things for him.

Waving his hand half-heartedly, Robert said, "Just remember not to talk to snakes in front of other people."

Professor Lockhart's first Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson made all witches excited.

Their chattering discussions could be heard all afternoon.

The direct consequence is that the wizards are a little ready to take action.

Cedric was holding a golden fork in his hand, fished out a whole potato from the soup basin, and placed it on the golden dinner plate.

The translucent soup spilled onto the center of the gold plate, creating a grimace.

Cedric expressionlessly used his spoon and fork to draw a neat row of teeth on the plate.

Then he rolled the potato around the edge of the plate so that it looked like a ball of blond hair.

"Crunch - crunch - crunch -" an unpleasant cutting sound sounded, and the little badgers looked at him in confusion. Why did they have the illusion that the honest man was going to explode?

Stebbins stared blankly at Cedric cutting his dinner plate. The potatoes on the fork felt the embrace of Mother Earth. With a "snap", they fell into the dinner plate in front of him, splashing some reddish brown. sauce.

"Your potatoes fell off." Summers had to remind him. "And now there is soup next to your plate..."

Stebbins came to his senses, picked up half a potato with teeth marks on it, and stuffed it into his mouth.

"That's the hot sauce you didn't eat just now..." Summers reminded him too late, and Stebbins looked at him with tears streaming down his face, "Water——"

Ignoring Stebbins, who was holding a large jug of pumpkin juice and guzzling it, Summers looked at Cedric, "Man, what's wrong? You asked someone to cook it? You're as angry as a bison right now."

"Wizard Barufio's bison." Stebbins said vaguely, causing Cedric to roll his eyes.

The wizard Balufio is a negative example, a wizard who is often used as an example by the little Professor Flitwick.

This wizard has a good relationship with Professor Flitwick, otherwise he would have come to Hogwarts to challenge the professor for a duel. Now every student who has studied magic knows the wizard Baluffio who was trampled by a buffalo.

After all, the gap between him and Argentina is only one cow.

"Come on! I learned the levitating spell very quickly!" Cedric waved his hand, and the knife made a beautiful arc in the air, giving people the illusion that he was chopping up something nasty. , "I'm depressed about other things!"

The friends cast curious glances.

“There haven’t been any very difficult homework assignments lately,” Summers said.

"Does your captain want you to play next year?" Robert nodded in understanding, "This is normal. He will graduate next year, and he still wants to try to get into the Academy Cup."

Stebbins raised the golden cup in his hand and said vaguely, "Qiu Qiuqiu..."

It sounded a bit like imitating the chirping of birds, but everyone reacted quickly.

"Ah, it turns out to be Miss Zhang." Summers showed a surprised expression and patted Stebbins on the shoulder, "Well done, Stebbins! You found the blind spot!"

"Ah, so to speak."

"As expected, Miss Zhang rarely comes to Hufflepuff these days!"

"Oh, the bone orchid I cultivated last time is almost blooming, and Qiu didn't come to get it."

"It's really Cedric who made me angry, right?"

Cedric's cheeks twitched wildly.

He took a deep breath and yelled, "You bastards! You're laughing at me again!"