Chapter 103： Big bad wolf and little squirrel

After this day's spell class ended, Ron's mood was extremely bad.

Today Professor Flitwick taught them their first spell at Hogwarts, the Levitating Curse.

But the object of his practice in class was Hermione, the nosy and annoying guy.

The most important thing is that his performance is still very poor, not a single spell succeeded in a class.

Because of this, Hermione proudly pointed out his shortcomings. Of course he was not convinced. As a result, she used a beautiful floating spell and not only won the praise of Professor Flitwick, but also slapped an invisible slap on his face. Slap.

"No wonder everyone can't stand her," he said to Harry, as they struggled through the crowded corridors. "To be honest, she was like a nightmare."

At this moment, someone ran into Harry and hurried past them.

is Hermione.

Harry caught a glimpse of her face, and he was surprised to find that she was weeping.

"She seems to hear you."

"So what?" Ron said stiffly.

But he also showed a hint of anxiety: "She must have noticed, and she has no friends."

Harry obviously didn't agree with his friend.

"Isn't Lynn that?"

"He is a Slytherin!" Ron quibbled.

"We are Gryffindor, this is different!"

Harry thought it was a bad thing to just leave Hermione alone, but Ron was his friend after all, and he shrugged.

"OK then."

……

Hermione felt terribly uncomfortable.

Her tears flowed out of her eyes uncontrollably.

She had always wanted to do it for everyone. She had already listened to Lynn’s words and was not obsessed with their violation of school rules. She had only pointed out Ron’s pronunciation mistakes and gave him a correct demonstration. The result was still To be hated by others.

Hermione felt very wronged.

If she has a stomach, she wants to find someone to talk to. She won't go to the next class. She is looking for Lynn from the castle, but she can't find it anywhere.

In the end, she could only hide in the women's toilet alone, wiping tears.

This is different from what she had imagined before coming here.

Not only did she fail to make friends, she was also hated by others.

Hermione is like a little squirrel isolated by the group, hiding in a tree hole secretly, crying silently with his long tail covered his head.

Lynn was hiding in the responsive room, struggling to write, and had no idea what Hermione had just experienced.

Cedric's words inspired him a lot. He spent three days to verify whether this idea has the possibility of success, and finally found that it is really possible!

So he immediately took advantage of his enthusiasm and wrote his conjectures and experiments on the parchment.

He never thought of completely perfecting this spell on his own. Professor Fox is undoubtedly an excellent tool man, and he can help a lot in this.

Linn came to the owl room without stopping as soon as he finished writing the letter.

Of course he is not a frenzied capitalist. It has only been a week since his own owl has delivered a letter across continents, so he will definitely not let it go this time.

Lynn intends to rent a common owl at Hogwarts.

He flicked in the owl room for a long time, and finally cheated (crossed out) a handful of corn to invite an owl that didn't look very clever.

Looking at the figure of the owl spreading its wings away, Lynn felt relieved.

He had a hunch, this was the last time he was obstructing the completion of the curse of the Soul Sealing Curse. If Professor Fox's reply to him this time can help him, then his plan really has a great chance of success.

After sending the letter out, Lynn was in a good mood.

He walked to the auditorium while humming the tune of the song, which he could not remember.

Today’s Hogwarts is very lively. Countless bats are flying on the walls and ceiling. There are also countless things that look like low clouds flying above the dining table, making the candle flames in the pumpkin belly. There were flashes of flutter.

The delicious food suddenly appeared on the golden plate, just as rich as the banquet at the beginning of school.

"Where did you go?" Cedric bulged in his two pockets, filled with all kinds of candies.

Lynn grabbed half of his pocket and stuffed it into his own pocket.

"I have forgotten that today is Halloween eve." Lynn took apart a piece of candy and put it in his mouth. The sweet and greasy taste made him enjoy it.

"How did these candies come from? You ran up to the professor and said you would trick or treat if you didn't give the candies?"

Cedric looked at the robber in front of him speechlessly.

"Of course not, it's Professor Sprout. She stuffed a pile in my pocket as soon as I entered the auditorium."

Lynn looked around, he always felt that he had forgotten something.

"Where is Ian? Why didn't I see him?"

"His essay on the general curse is very delicate. Professor Flitwick thinks it is enough to be used as a teaching model in the future, so he will refine it, so he will probably come here later."

Lynn was still looking around, he still felt that he had forgotten something today.

Until he saw the professor seat on the high platform, there was a lack of a professor, Professor Quirrell.

Suddenly, he remembered what he had forgotten!

Today is Halloween. In the original book, it was the day when the trolls attacked He saw Ron and Harry eating and drinking at the Gryffindor long table. Hermione was not there.

Lynn frowned, then confessed to Cedric, then hurriedly turned and left the auditorium.

In the past few days, he has been so obsessed with the research and improvement of the Soul Sealing Curse that he almost forgets that the plot of the first grade is still moving forward.

In the original book, Hermione is not in danger today, but he was afraid that because of his arrival, Hermione did not hide in the women's toilet like before. He didn't even dare to think about the consequences of that.

On the road, he saw Quirrell hurriedly, trotting all the way in the direction of the auditorium.

Suddenly, his heart sinks slightly, which proves that the troll has been released.

Lynn didn’t care about anything perverted, he started from the toilets on the first floor of the castle and looked for every female toilet.

At last, when he was about to give up and decided to go to the troll first to solve this unstable factor first, he suddenly heard a familiar cry in front of a door.

Lynn breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and a big rock finally fell.

He calmed down, straightened his still-flat robe, smiled again on his face, and then opened the door and walked in.

"Let me see which poor girl is hiding here secretly sad?"

The deceiving big bad wolf found the squirrel hiding in the tree hole.

The crying little squirrel pouted, wiped his tears with his sleeve, and snorted softly.

"I didn't secretly sad..."

Before she finished speaking, she grinned again and cried.

Lynn was amused by her performance. He crouched in front of her and touched her fluffy hair.