Chapter 1626

The next morning, Hermione woke up from the blue velvet mattress, let go of the orange cat in her arms, rubbed her eyes, and stretched vigorously.

Independent bedroom, magic creation of space, sound insulation is very good, but crook mountain licked her up in advance.

Students in Ravenclaw don't need to go to the public bathroom. Each bedroom has its own bathroom, which was not available at the beginning of the establishment of the school. However, there are always students who do experiments in the public restroom of Ravenclaw, resulting in various accidents, blocking other students in the public bathroom...

later, the president changed this layout so that students can live more conveniently Live.

The independent bathroom in the bedroom has big and small faucets with the permanent "water like spring" mantra, as well as various magic props needed to facilitate life.

Although there was only a shower, Hermione thought about Professor Wilson while taking a bath. At least he said that Ravenclaw had the best accommodation, which was not a lie.

After the bedroom curtain is opened, you can directly see the Forbidden Forest and Black Lake, including the villages in the distance and the green mountains in the sky. Everything is as beautiful as an oil painting.

Waking up from such a bedroom and taking a breath of fresh air out of the window in the morning light, Hermione's doubts about whether she had entered the wrong college last night had been completely eliminated.

I didn't think it was a good place to learn. After all, it supported truancy and provided means to violate school rules. In any case, bad children would do it.

But now she just feels - really fragrant, here's the right place.

After the bath, she dried her body and hair with a towel, put on her new clothes first, and then put on a robe embroidered with Ravenclaw's eagle emblem.

Hermione sat down at the dresser and carefully smeared the soft magic conditioner that the professor had given her.

After being surprised by the extraordinary beauty of prefect penello yesterday, the little girl who didn't care much about her appearance suddenly woke up to the instinct of women and wanted to be beautiful.

First of all, her hair is always fluffy and fried. Hermione wants to have long, silky, shiny, long, golden hair, just like the prefect. It's beautiful.

After a lot of effort and effort, she finally turned herself into a "brown long straight" panting and smiling contentedly at the mirror. As a result, she suddenly became dissatisfied with her front teeth because they looked too big and incongruous.

As long as she can't see her teeth today, she can't do it for herself.

Pushing the door and leaving the bedroom, she was ready to go to the first floor auditorium for dinner. However, she couldn't help thinking back to Mr. Olivander's words. Could "let others bring the food, but thank you"...

Hermione quickly shook her head. She felt that it was bullying and not good, so she should go to the first floor to eat.

As a result, she waited downstairs, left and right, and did not see any freshmen of the same level. Maybe those children really went out to play last night.

She puffed up her cheeks and left the common room with her bag as if angry, mainly because a senior student's experimental crucible exploded not far away, and a strange smell of gas escaped. She held her breath and fled.

The blackboard behind the door of the rest room is densely covered. It seems that many people are not going to class on the first day of school. Hermione always feels that this is like the legendary doctoral student's learning style. Does it all depend on self-consciousness?

Before she went to bed last night, she had carried all the stairs in the castle and the locations of known shortcut routes, and soon came to the hall on the first floor.

Breakfast is also very convenient, as long as you say what you want to eat in front of the plate, the food will appear on the plate like a phantom. But waste is not allowed. If you can't eat it, you have to take it with you.

No one would want to go to class with a greasy sausage or bacon. Hermione had an omelette and a piece of bread and a glass of milk.

There were only three people on Ravenclaw's long table, two of whom she did not know, and Gryffindor on the other side who was full of people eating and drinking were two different scenes.

She gracefully wiped the corners of her mouth with her napkin and took out her notebook in her bag like a lady. She planned to look at today's schedule and preview it before class.

However...

"bang!"

She suddenly closed the notebook printed with the current semester's curriculum schedule, and her body launched tactics to tilt back. The whole person was as helpless as if she had been played bad.

Who arranged the timetable?! On the first Monday of the new semester, the first class is the physical education class of Ravenclaw and hucklepuff! It's a 90 minute class!

I'm going to die. I don't think it's a white wash. I'm afraid even the milk I just drank will vomit out in the fierce exercise!

Is it over? Is the good wizard life over before it starts?

Little Hermione has a strong sense of foreboding. Professor Wilson's class is absolutely different from that of Muggle school. Does it make people run thousands of meters upside down? Or do you flip like a circus monkey?

"Good morning, Miss Granger."Just as she was groaning, the prefect penello came to her and sat down. After a simple greeting, she called out several kinds of breakfast and ate it.

"Good morning, prefect."

Hermione replied quickly, with a certain formality.

Penello just nodded. Her eyes were red and swollen. She looked like she had stayed up late last night, but she was still so beautiful when she ate.

"It's a nice day today. Did you sleep well last night?"

The prefect began his greetings with the classic English opening remarks.

Hermione put away her notebook:

"yes, the bedroom is very good. Thank you for your concern."

Penello grinned gently. She took out her textbook and put it beside her dinner plate. She looked at it and ate while chatting with Hermione:

"when I came here, I thought that Gryffindor had played a trick on your breakfast. It didn't look like it. Relax a little. There are only nine girls in our school, including three Prefects. We are all like sisters. "

"I see." On the ceiling, there were blue sky and white clouds, and the sun was even warm. Hermione relaxed a little: "I just saw that the first class was physical education. I was a little surprised."

The prefect nodded clearly, and then her expression was a little strange: "I've read the timetable of each grade and learned the information of each freshman. I remember that you were with Professor Slade, who is in charge of physical education for a few days before entering school. Don't you know what his courses are like?"

Hermione lay on the table like a disheartened ball and replied with some grievances:

"he only said he was Professor Hogwarts, but he never preached anything. It's disgusting."

"Oh, don't worry." Perhaps because she thought Hermione was cute, penello squeezed her little hand and said, "Mrs. Pomfrey in the school infirmary is very skilled. You'll be OK. By the way, remember to ask for leave for several other people of your same level. They are... Er, lost in the road of life. "

Hermione got up and kept twitching in the corners of her mouth: "can you really ask for leave for this reason?"

Penello winked mischievously, and changed into another style: "unless, of course, Professor Wilson can give a counter example to prove that they are not lost, but the fact is that everyone will be confused about their future and future, which is the inevitable stage of wisdom."

"He'll find out it was your idea. Maybe now he'll see my contact with you." Hermione is helpless to go to the Black Lake, which is the meeting place marked on the magic curriculum: "he is not Eagle ring, can be so reasonable, if he found out, he will torture you in the fifth grade physical education class in the future."

"Professor flyaway will ask for leave." Penello had already figured out the way out and ate the cheese pie with disapproval: "at most, Professor Wilson will deduct some of our college scores, but Ravenclaw has another advantage, that is, we don't have any obsession with the College Cup, and we can deduct the scores at will. In the distant east, they call this" no desire makes a strong man. "

Hermione shook her head and left dejectedly with her small bag. It was another bad news. Ravenclaw didn't even participate in the competition, and the collective sense of honor was zero...

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