Homework in the first week of school can be said to be too much. Professor Binns of the history of magic asked everyone to go to the library to collect materials and write a small paper on \'an invention of cross-generational significance in the history of magic\'.

"I know some little wizards don't have a lot of words, but I hope you can take every assignment seriously," Professor Binns' breathless voice sounded like a whisper from **** at the moment, "at least a page Parchment, the quality of your homework will affect your final grades..."

"Remember to write bigger words, I can't pick up a magnifying glass to see what you wrote smaller than a goblin's fingernail," added Professor Binns.

The homework assigned by Professor Snape \'looks\' is relatively much less, "What? Do you still want to sully the sacred thing such as potion? I don't want to let the sound of the explosion of the cauldrons affect my whole. Over the weekend," he paused for a second, "each person transcribes a Code of Conduct for Potions Research..."

"The full version," Professor Snape emphasized, "in the potions section of the library."

Anna and Belinda found the full version of the guidelines in the library. They thought it was a piece of parchment, but it turned out to be a book with about ten pages.

Belinda opened the cover of the book tremblingly.

The author of \'Arsenie Giger\' wrote a word \'careful\' in less than a dozen pages, and he described the boring potions lab notes in a weird and interesting way, but also let such a This \'Code\' is nothing like \'Code\'.

\'...It is forbidden to use potions laboratory utensils to hold food - to avoid uncleaned food residues and seasonings that may cause unexpected changes in the potions brewed...\'

\'…Most of the time, the potion will suddenly give off a tempting aroma or a golden light, if nothing happens next, then congratulations, you have successfully made a bowl of thick soup; but if the potion starts to have a regular pattern The ground is bubbling, please hurry away from the crucible, this is a precursor to the fryer...\'

\'...It is forbidden to use a wand to stir potions - both the wood and the core of the wand have magical powers. May never see the sun tomorrow...\'

"..." Anna felt that it would take at least several hours to copy the book, and she might have to ask Fred and George if the automatic copying quill had been invented...

Professor Kowalski of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class pays attention to happy education. "Leave a simple homework and draw the forest monster in your mind according to the description of the forest monster in the textbook."

Good guy, this makes Anna stumped. I can't find any reference paintings anywhere—also, who has nothing to draw ugly trolls?

And the description of trolls in the textbook is too abstract, and it is not easy for hand-painted painters to write...

"You want to draw trolls?" Abigail raised her head from a pile of reference books, and she gave a weird laugh, "It's really interesting, what attracts you to it? Is it handsome?"

"It's homework for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class..." Anna scratched her head.

"Just drawing trolls?!" Jelica held her face depressed, "Why is our homework writing two pages of parchment paper on werewolves? It's too unfair to compare..."

"Write your paper quickly, stop talking nonsense, or you'll have to ask Mr. Slytherin's portrait to bless you," Abigail smiled.

"Speaking of which... I really know an artistically processed image of a giant monster," Abigail closed the reference book in front of him and put it on the top of the stack, "On the eighth floor of the castle, there is such a picture about giant monsters. Weird hanging painting, if I remember correctly, not too far from the portrait of the Fat Lady at the door of the Gryffindor lounge..."

"I should remember correctly," Abigail affirmed. "After I became a prefect, I often hid at the door of the Gryffindor lounge at night to catch the little wizards who were wandering at night. I was fairly familiar with that area."

It's no wonder that Gryffindor's House points have not been growing.

"Prefect, have you caught a pair of twins for a night tour recently?" Anna was more concerned about this issue.

"You mean the twins from the Weasleys?" Abigail raised his eyebrows, "I didn't catch them, but what they did was much better than Night Wander."

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"Apart from Peeves, Filch's biggest headache now is the twins. Their pranks are almost everywhere..." Abigail added, "I'm not complimenting them, of course I think this behavior is childish..."

"They put 'fart pads' all over the chairs in the classroom, the kind of silly joke toys that make fart noises when people sit down," Abigail shrugged, "Professor McGonagall got caught. "

"It happened to be in our class when Professor McGonagall finished teaching how to turn inanimate objects into animals, and we were practicing. She sat down in an empty seat with a blank face and wanted to drink tea, and then she sat on the chair. There was a loud noise..."

"The atmosphere in the entire classroom froze. The classmate next to me was so frightened that the desk turned into a balloon!"

"You didn't see her expression at that time—" Jelica waved her arms exaggeratedly, "I saw Professor McGonagall blushing for the first time, it was scary! She turned at least ten tables into pigs in that class. !"

"Professor McGonagall caught the culprit in only half an hour after class, deducted ten points for Gryffindor, and sent the twins to clean the showroom," Abigail stretched and took another This reference book opens.

"It's really cruel that she deducted points from her college. It seems that we will happily accept the college cup this semester."

Playing a prank on Professor McGonagall... Anna thought about Professor McGonagall's serious face and shuddered. It was scarier than robbing Gringotts.

Anna and Belinda said goodbye to Abigail and Zelica, and went out of the auditorium and climbed the stairs to the eighth floor of the castle. "I really don't know how Gryffindor... and Ravenclaw... endure these stairs..."

"Merlin's muscular legs... They have to... climb so many stairs every day!" Belinda sighs every time she climbs the stairs~lightnovelpub.net~ The two finally came to the eighth floor and began to search for the picture about the \'Troll\' hanging painting.

Incidentally saw the gatekeeper of the Gryffindor lounge, \'Fat Lady\', a painting lady in a gorgeous dress, looking lovely, she was singing, trying to attract the little **** another painting. Birds fly over.

A few Gryffindors stood by, covering their ears, "Dragon dung! Fat lady! Dragon dung—" a lion with messy hair roared loudly.

"She's already immersed in her own world! Now she can't hear the password..." Another red-haired lion pulled the robe of the messy-haired lion, "Keep your voice down, don't let other colleges hear our lounge The password is dragon dung—"

I have heard it, you speak too loudly! Anna is helpless, the safety factor in the Gryffindor lounge is really low...

Anna and Belinda walked around the corner and walked along the corridor for a while.

A picture of a shirtless giant creature wearing a tutu, carrying a big stick, and beating a dwarf, suddenly entered Anna's line of sight.

"The troll stick beats the stupid Barnabas..." Belinda leaned over and looked at the name of the picture engraved on the frame, "Does the person who painted this picture have any hatred with this guy named Barnabas?"

The gray troll on the hanging picture is giggling, waving a big stick in the forest, beating the man in the medieval noble costume, \'Ouch\', the man screams.

"Oh? No, this color is a mountain troll, how could it be in the forest?" Belinda complained, "The person who painted this picture must have not learned well in Defense Against the Dark Arts."

Anna didn't pay attention to the painting. She turned around and glanced at the empty wall facing the painting...

It seems that this is the place where the 'House of Requirement' was discovered by Principal Dumbledore when he was in a hurry...