"!" Anna didn't know what kind of expression to use. It seemed that Harry had to add a "King of Quidditch" in addition to the resounding name of "Savior".

"Really?" Belinda expressed doubts. "Have you seen it with your own eyes? The Snitch?"

"I've seen it! I've touched it! It's on the glass booth in the Quidditch waiting room in Gryffindor, and everyone wants to touch it," Cedric said anxiously, he was afraid the two girls wouldn't believe him , "You can also go and see!"

"It's just that it didn't open when I touched it... It seems that I can't be the King of Quidditch—" Cedric added, "Maybe I can make do with being a Quidditch prince..."

and many more! Wouldn't that make him the son of the King of Quidditch? It's a shame, boy! Anna secretly complained.

"I don't want to go to the Gryffindor waiting room!" Belinda stayed in Slytherin for just one day, and she already had the uniqueness of Slytherin - it is inseparable from Gryffindor properties.

"If there is a chance," Anna wanted to take a picture with a camera and send it to Harry, so that he could see the legend he created.

"Let's go to class, little wizards! Kids are getting taller these days," said Professor Flitwick, in a fitted robe and pointed ears, jumping on a pile of books, now taller than anyone. "I am Filius Flitwick, your Charms professor."

"I'm not a goblin, but I have goblin blood. Yes, I have long expected that there will be little wizards who have such doubts..."

"Are you a prophet?" A little badger raised his hand.

"Where did you get your robe custom-made?" Belinda felt that Professor Flitwick's robe really had the right taste.

"Are you going to a party of the Fairy Brotherhood?" Anna asked.

"No no no, I'm not a prophet, the robes are made in the extraordinary clothing store," Professor Flitwick scratched his head, "As for the party of the Goblin Brotherhood..." He glanced at Anna, "I'll be there—well , is there any problem? Let's hurry up."

"The content we are going to learn this semester is in this "Standard Spell Beginner". At the end of the term, some of the spells will be randomly selected as the test content..."

"Learning magic spells requires innate skills and a little bit of luck. Some little wizards can't learn the floating spell even by jumping from the astronomical tower. Of course, she was rescued by Professor McGonagall back then. Thank you Merlin!"

Professor Flitwick showed a happy expression, "But not everyone is so lucky, so I don't want you to make such an attempt..."

"How is the little wizard who can't learn the floating spell now?" A little badger with two ponytails was worried, "Is she okay?"

"Hehehehe of course," Professor Flitwick smiled, "poor spell learning doesn't mean everything, that little wizard later became a master of herbal medicine - Ms. Augusta Longbottom, you can study herbal medicine in sixth grade. Find her name in the textbook "The Complete Carnivorous Tree"."

"She and Professor McGonagall are good friends, maybe... um... They have a very delicate relationship," Professor Flitwick also eats melons, too, he has to find some fun in the boring campus life, "Cough far away. ."

"Anyway, students who are interested in magic spells can join the \'Wand Zhuan Zhuan Zhuan\' club. Young wizards who are very confident in themselves can apply to me to join the advanced class - but they need to pass the test."

Professor Flitwick paused, "Then for those other little wizards who are not interested in spells and just want to do something convenient, please listen to the class carefully, when it comes to \'the spells that must be mastered\' —" Professor Flitwick blinked, "I'll cough loudly."

Good guy! Professor Flitwick is such a great professor! It's focused! It's hard to fail the class at the end of the term! Anna was excited.

"As for those who missed my cough, I can only say sorry," Professor Flitwick groaned, "really coughed louder than a troll."

"Professor Flitwick!" A little badger raised his hand hesitantly. "Excuse me... what will happen if I fail the exam? Um... will there be any punishment?"

"Ha," a little brown snake with short hair laughed out loud, "Look at his unpromising appearance, thinking about failing the class before class!"

The Slytherins who were sitting together all laughed, "Haha," Belinda didn't find it funny, but she still managed to laugh twice in order to fit in with the group.

Anna didn't laugh, because she also wanted to know that the Hogwarts failing system was not mentioned much in the novel.

"Quiet!" Professor Flitwick motioned everyone to be quiet, "That's a very good question, life is always full of surprises, and now the person who laughs happily may fail the class-a lesson from the past, the senior of your college, that The boy named Flint."

Professor Flitwick shook his head, "He's a good Quidditch, picking up a broom is like finding a soul, but he's waving his wand like a baboon!"

"The galloping Gorgon - I've never seen such a...cough, I'm excited, when it comes to failing a subject, failing a certain subject may be punished by repeating a grade..."

"But it won't keep repeating classes, you can apply for dropping out yourself," Professor Flitwick shrugged, "I can't let wizards who can't graduate in their seventies and eighties go to class with teenage children, right? Hogwarts has long since pretended to be. No more!"

Anna thought of the Weasley twins, who threw their names into the Goblet of Fire, grew white beards and sat in the middle of a group of children for a Transfiguration class.

\'Professor Naig, what did you say? I can not hear clearly! \'

\'Speak louder! \'

Anna was amused by her own imagination, and soon she realized that she was the only one who laughed.

"Your smile is really weird," Belinda frowned and complained to Anna.

A spell class was taught by Flitwick, and Anna discovered that Hufflepuff's students seemed to have special nagging skills, and they always seemed to be able to ask questions at just the right time to keep the conversation going.

By the time Professor Flitwick woke up from the question of how many hours the spells class would take, it had been a while since the get out of class had ended, and Anna had to rush to the herbal medicine classroom with Belinda.

The herbal medicine classroom is in the greenhouse outside Hogwarts Castle. There is a smell of 'natural' in the room. Belinda pinched her nose and glanced at Anna, "It's the same as the smell in your book! I'm about to smell this smell. It's been a day!"

"Smell the feces of the moon idiot? Hehe, you have to get used to this when you study herbal medicine." A short, plump and kind witch came over with a retractable crucible, "Little girls~www.mtlnovel .com~ I know it smells bad - I just fertilized the plants."

The fat witch was counting with her fingers, "The dung of the moon-chid beast, the dung of the dragon, the dung of the hippogriff... are all very nutritious!" She added, "I'm talking about plants. !"

Belinda's face was delicate. As a little fairy who loves cleanliness, she has already begun to worry about failing her herbal medicine class.

Seeing Belinda's bad face, Anna comforted her, "It's nothing, you'll get used to it, you know that plants grow like this, and the cabbage you eat for lunch..."

Belinda covered Anna's mouth, "Enough! I know!"

"This little girl is right. The food at Hogwarts comes from the vegetable field next to the Quidditch pitch. I recently used the moon-goblin manure imported from the United States, and the cabbage grows very well!" Chubby Ms. Patch.

"Perhaps you are interested in herbal medicine?" The fat witch looked at Anna, "I'm Pomona Sprout, your herbal medicine professor."

"Yes, Professor Sprout, I am Anna Lawrence, I am very interested in these plants," Anna nodded, if they were delicious, I could be more interested.

"I also like to grow some plants by myself." The ones you grow yourself are more flavorful and the labor is sweet.

"I grew some small peppers in my backyard."

"That's good," Professor Sprout put down the telescopic crucible in his hand, "very good! Reminds me of when I was in school—"

"It's been a long time since I met a girl who doesn't dislike these things, oh! I smell labor on you!" Professor Sprout was pleasantly surprised.

Belinda frowned, she wanted to tell the professor that it smelled like shit!

"You can come to the greenhouse often, maybe I can teach you something more."