Chapter 1625: ?Class Schedule
Early the next morning, Hermione woke up from the blue velvet mattress, let go of the orange cat she was holding, rubbed her eyes, and stretched vigorously.
Independent bedroom, magical creation of space, very good sound insulation, but Crookshanks awoke her in advance.
Ravenclaw students do not need to go to the public bathroom. Each bedroom has an attached bathroom. Originally there was no bathroom at the beginning of the school. However, there are always students doing experiments in the Ravenclaw common room. This kind of accident blocked other students in the public bathroom...
Later, Mrs. Dean changed this layout to make life more convenient for the students.
The separate bathroom in the bedroom has a large and small faucet blessed with a permanent ‘clear water like a spring’ curse, as well as various magic items needed to facilitate life.
Although there is only a shower, Hermione is thinking about Professor Wilson while taking a bath. At least he said that Ravenclaw has the best accommodation conditions, which is not deceiving.
After opening the bedroom curtains, you can directly see the Forbidden Forest and Black Lake, including the distant villages and the green mountains on the horizon. Everything is as beautiful as an oil painting.
Waking up from such a bedroom once, and breathing in the fresh air outside the window in the morning light, Hermione’s doubts about whether or not she had entered the wrong college had been completely dispelled last night.
I originally thought it didn't seem to be a place where I could study hard. After all, it was to support skipping classes and to provide means to violate school rules. No matter how bad kids would do it.
But now she only thinks-it smells so good, it's right here.
After taking a shower with a humming song, she dried her body and hair with a towel, put on her new clothes, and then put on a robe embroidered with the Ravenclaw eagle emblem.
Hermione just sat down at the dressing table, and carefully put the ‘supple’ magic conditioner given by the professor on her hair.
After being amazed by the extraordinary beauty of Prefect Penello yesterday, the little girl who didn't care much about her appearance suddenly awakened a woman's instinct and wanted to make herself more beautiful.
The first thing to bear is the always fluffy and frying hair. Hermione wants to be like the prefect, with smooth and shiny long blond hair, that's beautiful.
After a lot of effort and effort, she finally turned herself into a ‘brown long straight’ out of breath, and smiled satisfied in the mirror. As a result, she suddenly became dissatisfied with her front teeth because they looked too big and very uncoordinated.
There is no way for this, at least now she can't cast spells on them, so she thinks that she just needs to smile today and don't let others see her teeth.
opened the door and left the bedroom. She was going to have a meal in the auditorium on the first floor, but she couldn't help but recalled Mr. Ollivander’s words, can’t let someone else deliver the meal, thank you...
Hermione shook her head quickly. She thought it was bullying, not so good, so let's go to the first floor to eat.
As a result, she waited left and right downstairs. She didn't see any new students at the same level. Maybe those children really went out to play last night.
She puffed her cheeks, and left the common room with her small bag as if she was angry. The main reason was that a senior's experimental crucible exploded not far away, and a strange smell of gas flowed away. She held her breath and escaped.
The blackboard behind the lounge door is densely packed. It seems that many people are not ready to go to class on the first day of school. Hermione always feels that this is a bit like a legendary doctoral student's learning method. Is it all self-conscious?
Before going to bed last night, she had backed down all the stairs in the castle and the known shortcuts to secret roads, and quickly came to the lobby on the first floor.
It’s also very convenient for breakfast. As long as you say what you want to eat to the plate, the food will appear on the plate like a ghost. But no waste is allowed, and if you can't eat, you have to go around.
No one would want to go to class with greasy sausage or bacon. Hermione just ate an omelette and a piece of bread, and drank a glass of milk.
There are only three people on Ravenclaw's long table. Those two are still seniors she doesn't know, and the crowded Gryffindor on the other side is completely two scenes.
She wiped the corners of her mouth with a napkin gracefully, and took out the notebook in her bag like a lady, planning to look at today's class schedule and preview before class.
However...
"boom!"
She suddenly closed the allotment notebook printed with the current semester's timetable, and her body started tactics to lean back. She looked helpless as if she had been played badly.
Who has the schedule? ! On the first Monday of the new semester, the first class is impressively the first grade Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff's physical education class! It's still a big class of ninety minutes!
is going to die, let’s not say that the fragrance of washing is definitely a white wash, even the milk I drank just now will probably be vomited out during intense exercise!
Is it over? Does the good wizarding life end before it starts?
Little Hermione has a strong premonition that Professor Wilson’s class is definitely different from Muggle School’s physical education. Does it allow people to run for several kilometers upside down? Still somersault on the spot like a circus monkey?
"Good morning, Miss Granger."
Just as she sighed, the prefect Penello came to her and sat down, and after a simple greeting, ordered a few breakfasts and ate.
"Good morning, prefect."
Hermione replied quickly, appearing a little cautious.
Penello just nodded. Her eyes were a little red and swollen. She looked like she stayed up late last night, but she was still beautiful when she ate.
"The weather is good today, did you sleep well last night?"
The prefect started his greeting with a classic British opening.
Hermione put away her notebook:
"Yes, the bedroom is very good, thank you for your concern."
Penello smiled softly. She took out her textbook and put it next to the dinner plate. She read and ate while chatting with Hermione:
"When I came, I saw you look weird. I thought that Gryffindor was pranking on your breakfast. It didn't seem to be. Relax. There are nine girls in our entire branch, including three prefects. Everyone They are all like sisters."
"I see." There was blue sky and white clouds on the ceiling at this time, and the sun was even warm. Hermione relaxed a little: "I just saw that the first class was physical education, which was a little surprised."
The female prefect nodded clearly, and then looked a little weird: "I have read the curriculum for each grade and learned about the information of each freshman. I remember that you had been in charge of physical education a few days before enrolling. Professor Slade is together, don't you know what his courses are like?"
Hermione lay on the table like a discouraged ball, and replied somewhat aggrievedly:
"He only said he was Professor Hogwarts, but he never preached anything. It's damned."
"Haha, don't worry." Maybe because Hermione was so cute, Penello squeezed her little hand and comforted: "Ms. Pomfrey in the school infirmary is very skilled, you will be fine. Yes, remember. Help some other people of your same level to ask for leave, they... well, lost in the path of life."
Hermione got up~www.NovelMTL.com~ The corners of her mouth twitched constantly: "Can this kind of reason really take leave?"
Penello blinked mischievously and changed into another style: "Of course, unless Professor Wilson can cite a counterexample to prove that they are not lost, but the fact is that anyone will be confused about their own future and future. This is The unavoidable stage of being an intelligent species."
"He will find out that it was your idea, maybe he has seen my contact with you now." Hermione reluctantly prepared to go to the Black Lake, which was the meeting place indicated on the magic course schedule: " He is not an eagle ring. He can be so reasonable. If he finds out, he will torture you in fifth grade physical education in the future."
"Professor Flitwick will help me ask for leave at that time." Penello had already thought of a way out, eating cheese pie indifferently: "Professor Wilson will deduct some of our college points at best, but Ravenclaw Another advantage is that we don’t have any obsessions with the Academy Cup, and points are deducted at will. In the far east, they call this “unwilling is just strong”.”
Hermione shook her head and walked away dejectedly with her small bag. It was another bad news. Ravenclaw didn't even participate in the competition, and the sense of collective honor was zero...
