Chapter 229 Kassandra: Are you ready? I'm going to start!
Since James and Lily left, life has gradually become more common.
The next day is waiting for the start of school.
Vivi did not return to Hogwarts, and she continued to choose to study in Muggle World to complete her next course.
In her words, it is to prepare for the Ministry of Magic after graduation.
"I am just a weak and helpless little woman." Weiwei said, "If you don't use knowledge to arm your mind, how can you fight with the old foxes of the Ministry of Magic?"
Holiday syndrome is a problem that every student has. After all, except those top students, no one likes to go to school, but more people want to play happily at home.
The start of school not only means going to school and losing freedom, but also means that the paper assigned by Professor Snape also requires work before the holiday.
So, after returning to school, the first thing the students do is to make up for their homework in the dormitory.
Especially the students of Gryffindor, led by Fred and George, formed a homework group in the common room to get everyone together to give each other ideas to complete Professor Snape's various papers.
Since Parby disappeared in the sixth grade, Dumbledore gave her another branch ceremony after the start of school.
The students at Hogwarts are no longer surprised. After all, they can come to two transfer students every year, and they are all that kind of beautiful girl.
"I'll bet on a Garon," Fred said in the Gryffindor seat. "She is still a Slytherin - perhaps all transfer students prefer this college, or all transfer students have the characteristics of Slytherin?"
"I'll follow me." George said happily, "I don't think she's from Slytherin - look, Fred, there were already two trainees going to Slytherin last year. I think the school hat wouldn't have assigned her to Slytherin as well, right?"
His time was not wrong, because Vivi transferred to the class after Harry's second-grade Christmas holiday, and he entered the school in 1993; while Cassandra was the first semester of the third-grade school, and he also officially transferred to the class in 1993.
"Yes, if you all get Slytherin, it would be a bit like a secret operation." Lee Jordan said with big teeth.
His dark skin shone brightly on the row of teeth.
Without any doubt, if he fell into the coal pile, he just needed to bare his teeth and he could find him.
"So you finished writing the paper?" Angelina asked in a low voice, sitting between Lee Jordan and another black wizard, her fair skin looking out of place among them.
"I'm done." Fred gave a thumbs up: "Believe in my strength, after all, the little potion homework..."
His thumb turned into a gesture that needs to be absolutely forbidden in Korea.
"Hold it," George added.
Angelina shook her head helplessly, she knew, the next sentence...
"So," George leaned over with a saliva, "Angelina, can you show us your homework? Don't worry - let's just compare and see where the paper we wrote is omitted..."
"I really can't do anything to you." Angelina shook her head helplessly, "I will show you after the banquet."
George turned around and compared one to Fred.
Fred rolled his eyes and raised a middle finger at George.
"Hufflepuff!"
The voice of the branch hat was sharp and sounded sincerely happy.
Hufflepuff's long table fell into silence for a moment, and then the whole mat boiled.
Especially in the faculty and staff seats, Professor Scarmand, who has always been afraid of the society, raised his head, stared at Papi, and kept applauding.
My aunt was still assigned to Hufflepuff. Who wouldn't he applaud?
As an old senior at Hufflepuff - uh, in front of my aunt, he should be an old junior, and he should always show some weight.
Hufflepuff's classmates were even happier when Dumbledore announced that Pabby Sweetin was actually a school director.
Of course, the students were not stupid either. They thought of the unicorn named Pabi.
"Are you that Miss Pabi?"
Hannah Aibo, the king of Iron Hat, asked timidly on Hufflepuff's long table.
"I mean, Miss Unicorn in the school some time ago - she is also the school director, also called Pabi. I miss you two... well..."
"Yes, I'm her." Pabby smiled gently at Hannah, "But there was something wrong with me practicing Animagus at that time, and now it's much better..."
"So that's how it is!" Hannah's eyes shone and she pulled Pabby to ask, without any intention of stopping.
Cedric next to him wanted to speak but stopped talking but wanted to stop talking and finally gave up the idea of dissuading these gossip students.
Forget it, if you want to ask, at least Miss Sweetting didn't object, didn't you?
The atmosphere of Hufflepuff is much better than that of Slytherin, or perhaps too much better.
At least it wouldn't be like Vivi just went to Slytherin dormitory when there was a group of ignorant guys coming out to find fault.
But...
The tradition of Hufflepuff is to take newcomers to the cafeteria for dinner.
"What I should tell you is, Miss Sweetin, if we want to enter the kitchen, just..."
Before Megan could finish her words, Pabby's hand was already scratching the pear.
Lizi giggled twice and turned into a door handle.
"Is that true?" Pabby looked at Megan with a clever smile.
"Yes." Megan then remembered that the Miss Sweetin in front of him had to leave school because of a mistake in practicing magic, and was not a newborn egg.
For Hogwarts Castle, Miss Sweetin is probably more familiar than her mother.
When Pabby stood at the door, he was still sighing, how many years have you not walked into Hogwarts' kitchen like this?
I remember when I was in the first grade, Harry was hungry in the middle of the night, but she took her to the Hogwarts kitchen for dinner.
"Look at how thin he is..."
The house-raising elf at that time kept wiping his tears and constantly adding food to Harry.
After so many years, the house elf has changed.
The house elves who were in school had basically passed away, and the living were all living their lives. Now, those who were busy in the kitchen are their juniors.
So they didn't know Parbi, but just shuttled and prepared the next day's meal. Pabby had a happy meal in the cafeteria in Hogwarts, while Gryffindor's classmates were frantically making up for their homework.
Even Harry is inevitably the nightmare of making up for his homework.
Who knows if Snape will make up any trouble?
As expected, they had a potion class on Friday, and Professor Snape's face became even more gloomy than usual.
No one knows why, but he is in a terrible mood.
Now without the protection of the school director Parby, Gryffindor was naturally deducted points. According to incomplete statistics, Gryffindor's score dropped by more than 110 points in the four days of the week.
"This old snot sperm!" Sirius angrily threw the book on the table: "I'm so angry!"
"What about that?" Lupin was drinking black tea slowly: "Can you still teach him a lesson with a spell? In fact, even if you do this, he will not show mercy to Gryffindor's men, and will even become more severe. What do you think?"
"What should I do?" Sirius still couldn't swallow this: "Would you just let it go? Let him be so arrogant?! Alas, it would be great if James didn't leave. He had the most ways, and he could always make the old snot sperm jump..."
"Even if you drop the old snot semen from the eighth floor, the effect may not be as effective as Lily's words." Lu Ping reached out and rubbed Jingming's acupoint, "The old snot semen can do this because he has no morality himself - if we learn from him, we will lose... Forget it, this matter is quiet..."
"Maybe it was because he saw James during the holiday, but he couldn't vent his anger, so he blew his anger on Gryffindor."
The more Sirius thought about it, the more he felt the closed loop, and at the same time he felt that he should do something.
You can't just watch the old snot sperm bully Gryffindor like this, right?
As it turns out, Snape really doesn't care much about worldly views.
Anyway, as long as he can find fault with Gryffindors, he must do his best - in Friday's Potion class, he deducted 20 points for the Gryffindors, and Harry won thirteen points.
I really should let my dad hang you up hard, old snot sperm!
Harry thought viciously in his heart, but he looked at Snape when he looked up.
So he was deducted the title of Professor Cricket in his heart and another point was deducted.
I deserve you to be single all your life, old snot sperm!
"I think he's a bit too much."
While having a meal, Pabi commented: "I think he is just a scrupulous person... He really doesn't know what a person is, right?"
"I..."
Before Ron could speak, Harry reached out to cover his mouth and had a tongue-locking throat (physical).
He didn't dare to let Ron say this, otherwise Snape would have appeared behind him and deducted Gryffindor points.
It is actually not that uncomfortable to lose points but he scolded him.
"You'd better stop talking, Ron." Hermione looked at Ron with a caring and mentally retarded look and said, "Who doesn't know that you are the ultimate weapon to summon Professor Snape? As long as you say bad things about him behind your back, he will definitely appear behind you..."
When she said this, Hermione looked back.
However, Snape was sitting in the staff seat, seemingly whispering to Dumbledore.
"Look at it, Dumbledore must be warning him." Hermione turned her head gloatingly.
"Even Dumbledore can't interfere too much." Harry spread his hands and said, "You should know that his deduction of our points is not entirely considered a fault. It should be said that he has enough reasons to deduct points, at least every deduction of points has a reasonable and compliant reason."
"Then we can't expect there is no flaw and he can't speak out, right?" Ron asked with a frown.
Harry shrugged and decided not to think about this question again.
It’s better to be yourself and don’t give Snape any flaws.
That night, when Harry walked to the door of the common room, he saw Cassandra standing at the door, as if waiting for someone.
"Look, Miss Malfoy."
Ron whispered to Hermione.
"I saw it." Hermione also whispered, looking at Cassandra and Harry with bright eyes, obviously flashing gossip.
Seeing Harry coming, Cassandra walked here with a brisk step and said to Harry condescendingly: "Pote, come here with me."
"Okay." Harry turned around and compared Ron to Ron with a gesture that I would go, and turned his head again and asked, "Where are we going?"
"Come with me." Kassandra was expressionless and walked in front with long legs.
Harry followed behind him. From the back, Cassandra's figure was actually really good.
The two of them walked up the stairs and came to an empty classroom on the fourth floor.
"You should still remember, we said before, we should practice brain closure together." Cassandra looked like she was doing business: "Voldemort can influence your heart in some unknown ways, so I think you should practice... So, are you ready?"
"No, wait..."
Harry quickly stopped Cassandra: "Why didn't you tell me in advance and let me be a little prepared?"
"What else do you need to prepare for practicing the spell?" Kassandra lowered her eyelids: "Or... are you so arrogant that you don't need to practice the spell? If so, I can leave and never ask you again."
"Of course not, Cassandra." Harry said quickly, "It was just a little sudden. I didn't expect you to come here to come and practice brain closure... But I'm still happy to practice with you, Kath."
A hint of satisfaction flashed in Cassandra's eyes, but Harry accurately captured it.
Harry now understands how to manipulate Cassandra. Anyway, as long as he keeps saying good things, there will be no mistakes.
"Since that's the case..."
Kassandra began to explain to Harry what brain closure is: "I should briefly tell you... Brain closure is a prerequisite for defeating the lying master's ability to detect lie detection, and in the process, it adopts suspicious practices such as face-to-face or eye contact... Basic brain closure involves cleaning up thoughts and emotions in the mind so that the lying master cannot find any emotional connections related to the memory that the lying master intends to cover up. Simple resistance to the lying master's attack requires a similar skill to the lying master."
"In a more advanced form, brain closure allows its users to suppress only certain emotions and memories, which are exactly the opposite of what the users of brain closure want to believe by the person who seeks to take the mind, and thus allows the brain closure master to lie without self-exposed."
Speaking of this, she waited for Harry to digest what she had just said.
When Harry looked up, she pulled out her wand from her arms.
"Are you ready?" She said without any emotion: "I'm going to start!"
(I changed the outline for one day and changed the previous part tomorrow.)
(There is a comment that is actually correct. I really don’t have the ability to write about those messy things, so it’s better to write about daily life.)
(This chapter ends)