Anna's weird mouse changed back into a snuff box after about 20 seconds, but it has left indelible mental damage to everyone.

Just twenty seconds will take a lifetime to heal.

The classroom was unprecedentedly quiet, Professor McGonagall took two steps back, and his mind went blank for a while, what was that? Is it a mouse? Wearing red pants? She felt like she had to confirm, "Uh...Miss Lawrence...that was?"

"Muggle rats," Anna answered with certainty.

"I'm just an ordinary first-year student, Professor McGonagall, and this is the best I can do."

The effect was unbelievably good, Belinda touched her face, the fluffy touch made her unable to eat all day today.

Mag stared at Anna for a while. Although Anna didn't conjure a perfect mouse, it was not easy to maintain such a weird... creature for 20 seconds.

She still thought that Anna was hiding her strength, and at the same time made up a set of \'Muggle-born girl, a poor story of low-key survival in Slytherin\', Mag's expression was a little soft, "Yes, Miss Lawrence, it's already very good, let's just think it's a mouse."

"Slytherin - five points."

This sentence seemed to trigger a switch, and the Transfiguration classroom began to liven up again, "Is that really a mouse?" The little snakes were shocked, "Merlin's smelly socks, Lawrence is a Muggle, right? Ma? Do melon's mice look like this?"

"This is so scary!" The little snake with long blond hair shivered. For a while, he became a little more curious about Muggles who didn't know much about it. Raise such mice.

Anna breathed a long sigh of relief and was finally able to sit down. She was fooled by the past, and she made up her mind that she would not sleep in the Transfiguration class next time...and the spell class...

Thinking of this, Anna frowned.

It seems that Professor Flitwick has also discovered the fact that he is trying to fish... It is normal for him to not be able to learn the Floating Charm in two months. He was born in Muggles and just came into contact with the wizarding world. It is understandable that he is not familiar with magic. Professor Wei was just a little concerned, and didn't pay much attention to Anna...

But not long ago, in order to complete the task of Peeves, Anna came to the corridor on the fourth floor on a gloomy night and made the ground extremely smooth. Fortunately, the floating spell was cast in time to survive the end of the day trip to the school hospital.

Unfortunately, Professor Flitwick just finished attending the regular meeting of the Goblin Brotherhood, and was climbing the stairs drunkenly, trying to get back to his teacher's dormitory - when he looked up, he happened to see Anna floating in the air.

The two looked at each other silently, and Anna felt speechless when she recalled it now.

That day, Professor Flitwick thought that what he saw was more of a drunken hallucination, and did not deduct Anna's college points in time.

But as he hurried to class the next day and slipped on the slick fourth-floor floor, the familiar feeling of the close contact between his **** and the ground reminded him of something he had almost forgotten -- it seemed last November The same thing happened.

Due to his petite stature, Flitwick did not feel pain from the fall, and he was sober that he even analyzed what spell was being used on the stone floor.

That's right, it's the same as last time, it's all \'descaling spell\', who did it? Flitwick wants to catch the real culprit of this \'scaling serial\', ask her how she did it, and pull people into her club.

His first suspect was Anna, because he always felt like he had seen Anna at the "crime scene" the night he was drunk - this seemingly unremarkable little Muggle-born girl.

As a result, Anna has been very quiet recently, and she didn't even have a chance to explore the Black Lake. The adventure of finding the secret room of Gryffindor could only be delayed again and again, but she gradually got used to the big octopus that punctuated the time every morning.

When it comes to punctuality, I have to mention the poor Gryffindor bedroom. A month ago, Anna helped \'nearly headless Nick\' hang a painting of a beauty in the lounge.

This incident did not attract too many people's attention at first, and the little lions came in and out and didn't feel that there was anything wrong with the paintings on the wall, until one ordinary night, a little lion returning from a night tour happened to glance at it. One eye beauty hanging painting.

He was surprised to find that the woman was crying, something like tears kept seeping out of the painting, and wetting a small carpet below, and the lady's mouth was moving slightly, as if she was saying something.

In the empty lounge, a mysterious event that only belongs to him, the little lion swallowed and gathered his courage to approach slowly.

"Kid, if I can move, then I will definitely stay away from her!" The couple paintings on the wall issued a warning, and the wizard wearing a nightcap waved his hand to try to stop the little lion, "Go back to sleep!"

Gryffindor, unyielding soul and persistent spirit, the little lion did not listen to the suggestion of the hanging picture, he got closer to the woman, trying to hear what the woman was saying, he turned his ears and craned his neck.

"Nick..." He heard the woman repeat a name intermittently, "Nick..."

"Nick?" The little lion repeated unconsciously, with some doubts, "You mean 'Nick, who was almost headless'?"

"Child, bring... Nick... to see me..." The woman's voice was very small, "Why is he not by my side... Only this picture is left to accompany me..."

The little lion touched his head, "Ma'am, \'Headless Nick\' should be busy with the party. He has been inviting ghosts everywhere recently."

The woman was silent for a while, "Ghost? Why did you invite ghosts to the party?"

"Absurd," the woman became angry, "what is the new mistress of this house doing? How can the ser be so foolish?" But she soon calmed down. "Didn't he marry again?"

The little lion couldn't keep up with the crying woman's train of thought, "What?" He scratched his head, "I don't know if Nick has a wife... I don't know him very well, and he's been dead for hundreds of years... Maybe he himself Don't you remember?"

The woman closed her mouth and didn't continue to cry. She returned to her normal expression. If it weren't for the small pool of water on the carpet, the little lion would have thought that he was hallucinating just now. He shook his head and stood there waiting for a while. When he found that the hanging painting no longer took care of him, he walked away angrily.

He yawned, quickly walked up the spiral staircase, and went back to the dormitory to sleep. The little lion jumped onto the soft bed and closed his eyes in peace when he saw his roommate who was about to start snoring beside him.

It's just that he didn't know that Gryffindor was doomed to sleep tonight.

"Nick Nicky—"

A sharp female voice suddenly sounded ~lightnovelpub.net~ repeating the same name with an uncomfortable absurdity.

The little lion's eyes snapped open.

All the sleeping little wizards in Gryffindor opened their eyes at the strange call.

"What? What's wrong?!" Lee Jordan, who was troubled by the Weasley twins' "Toadstool Tales", had just fallen asleep, and within ten seconds, he had to open his tired eyes due to the noise.

"Fantastic!" Fred, wearing a red wool pattern nightcap, put the "Toadstool Tales" aside and praised excitedly, "It's really courageous!"

"Dare to make a lot of noise in the lounge in the middle of the night!" George jumped off the bed, excited like Fred, and the two pushed out of the bedroom, trying to see which warrior did such a feat.

A good portion of Gryffindors share the same thoughts as the twins, rushing down the spiral staircase, like they're going to a fun party.

The Gryffindor lounge at three in the morning soon became lively.