Chapter 32 Hello, Defense Against the Dark Arts

Half an hour later.

Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

Quirrell single-handedly eliminated the thousand-year conflicts and differences between the Lion Court and the Snake Court.

The two colleges were successfully unified, at least on the surface it seemed that way.

The strong and pungent smell of garlic made the little wizard in the front row unable to open his eyes. Coupled with the stumbling and scripted teaching method, it made everyone drowsy and had no intention of paying attention to anything else.

In the classroom, Ino sat in the middle and back row, an inconspicuous and unprominent position.

At this moment, his eyes were blurred like everyone else, and he looked like he would fall asleep at any moment.

The only difference is that others may really not be able to stand Quirrell's teaching, but he reenacts the whole process.

There is no way... Quirrell's ability is not even as good as Aunt Ayesha's nagging in the fantasy world before.

Time passed in the sound of Quirrell's stuttering reading.

"Now...now, you...have...class is over, and there is no...homework."

As soon as Quirrell finished speaking, the whole classroom seemed to have been injected with a shot in the arm, and all the little wizards rushed towards the door.

Ino blended in with the crowd and followed their footsteps towards the outside of the classroom.

Everything was going in a good direction. During class, he neither stared at Quirrell's turban deliberately nor asked strange questions.

After landing safely.

He was also reflecting on it at the moment, maybe he was suffering from the Charms class disease again and became a little self-righteous.

It's funny, he's not Harry, how could he attract everyone's attention.

Besides... no matter Voldemort or Quirrell, they are all here for the Sorcerer's Stone, so they have no time to care about irrelevant things.

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at the same time.

After leaving the classroom.

Because it was earlier, Ino strolled leisurely in the corridors of the campus.

Just like a tourist checking in, stop at every window you pass and look out into the distance of the castle through the windows.

Perhaps he had just experienced a tense acting competition and suddenly relaxed.

He felt more and more that this carefree campus life at this time was so precious.

"Please... please wait... a moment!"

Intermittent sounds suddenly came from behind, which almost frightened him out of stress mode, and his arms subconsciously touched the lining pocket.

Then he realized that he had been too careful in this crowded corridor in broad daylight.

"Huh~ Why are you running so fast? I haven't seen you in the library in the past few days. Did something happen?"

The sound moved from far away to nearer, and Ino finally made it clear that the owner of the sound had nothing to do with Quirrell.

…

At this moment, what was in front of him was a brown dumpling with bright eyes and a concerned look on his face.

To be honest, this scene really moved Ino.

There is a saying, apart from the fantasy world, Hermione is the first person to take the initiative to care about him without any purpose.

In the past, whether he was living in an orphanage or setting up a stall at the entrance of an elementary school for fortune-telling, all the greetings, attentions, and chats he encountered were purposeful.

At this moment, Hermione's sincere concern seemed particularly precious.

"I'm asking you, don't be in a daze!" Hermione stretched out her white little hand and waved it in front of Ino's eyes.

"I'm okay, nothing happened. I haven't been to the library these days, and I'm sorting out my previous knowledge. After all, if you take in too much, you will become a slave to knowledge."

"It's unbelievable. I actually heard the context of Plato. I really can't figure out how you got into Slytherin."

Hermione's words were full of regret.

"Hahaha, I remember answering similar questions to you in the side hall before the separation..."

Before Ino could finish speaking, Hermione raised her head and tilted it at a 45° angle to the sky, and then began to imitate Ino's tone at that time:

"'I don't know! It doesn't matter how they divide it, I don't care'... It's really true! You know, your expression at that time was in need of a beating."

"Really? But I really don't care about Sorting!"

Ino turned around, stared into Hermione's eyes, and spoke seriously.

After just a few seconds of looking at each other, Hermione was defeated, lowering her head and whispering to herself.

"Please speak louder! You can't hear me at all."

There were always countless young wizards passing by in the corridor during the day, which made it impossible for him to hear what Hermione was saying.

"Nothing! I was wondering, can I ask you for divination in the future? Don't worry, I will pay. Although I don't have enough galleons, I have saved up pounds."

Hermione asked nonchalantly.

Of course, if you ignore the clenched fists under her robe and the restless feet kicking around, it might really make people think that she doesn't care.

However, Ino didn't notice Hermione's little movement and said casually:

"Of course! And you are welcome to take care of my business. After all, the money is coming to my door, so there is no reason to refuse."

"That's good! If I can't find you, I'll go to the owl loft and write you a letter." Hermione said happily.

Owlhouse?…

To be honest, after hearing Hermione's answer, Ino felt a little uncomfortable.

You must know that although Hogwarts has four houses, they all have long-standing conflicts with each other.

But the students in the iron-clad college are not in contact with each other because of the different colleges.

Inter-college romances are also common, and romances are not limited to those of the opposite sex.

However, he had already sensed the problem when Hermione mentioned the Owlery.

It has only been a short time since the start of the school, and Hermione seems to have been isolated by Gryffindor. She can't even find someone to help pass messages.

The castle may seem small, but the actual area is not small at all, and there are stairs that are like a maze.

Without mobile communication equipment, it is sometimes really difficult to find someone accurately.

Therefore, passing messages between students has become a tradition that everyone abides by.

Even the lions and snakes who are the most incompatible will basically not refuse to help pass messages.

It is precisely because of this that he guessed how bad Hermione's situation in Gryffindor was.

None of the little lions in the first grade told her about the tradition of passing messages between colleges.

Thinking of this, Ino also said with pity:

"There is no need to spend 2 knuts to send a letter. If you can't find me, you can leave a note for me in the library and then leave it with Madam Pince. Mention my name and she will help."

Speaking of Madam Pince, he took a lot of effort to deliberately approach her since the first day of school.

To use the words in the game, it means that the favorability is almost full, so leaving a note or passing a slip is really a trivial matter.

"You can actually persuade Madam Pince to help!"

Hermione's eyes widened, as if she heard something unbelievable.

"Because I am a good student and never violate school rules." Ino said matter-of-factly.

In terms of abiding by school rules, he has never lost a point since the beginning of school, but has added a lot of points every now and then.

Speaking of abiding by school rules, this topic can be said to have touched Hermione's itch.

In the following time, the two went back and forth around the corridor several times, until it was almost noon, Ino ended the chat with the excuse of lunch break.

He really had no choice. Hermione gave people the feeling that after surviving on a deserted island for several years, she suddenly saw her kind and had endless things to say.

...

"Next time, we must meet in the library."

Ino couldn't help rubbing his sore calf.

We started walking and chatting at 10 o'clock in the morning until now lunch time.

His legs were sore from walking, but Hermione was fine. When she left, her steps were still a little brisk... It was hard to understand.

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