Chapter 1631: ? Hu Lai's left hand

After this, Su Ming and Lao Deng gradually developed some tacit understanding. The principal did not pay extra attention to his physical education classes. The time passed peacefully for a few weeks.
It was just that Su Ming occasionally met Hagrid in the school several times during the period, and the big man always stared at him with faint eyes, like a woman.
Seven grades, four colleges, there are 28 classes a week, but basically only the students in the first grade get special treatment, and the other grades are real physical exercises. The fifth, sixth, and seventh grade sports The class directly turned into an indoor self-study, and the professor himself disappeared without a trace.
However, Hogwarts also ushered in a change. Professor Wilson financed himself, and with the consent of the principal, opened a'fitness center' next to the prefect’s bathroom on the sixth floor of the castle, providing a lot of barbells, dumbbells, sandbags, and boxing. Taiwan and the like.
The electrical appliances were disturbed in the castle and could not be used. According to rumors, it was caused by the lightning curse imposed by the founder in the castle. He also made some purely mechanical treadmills and push-pull equipment.
At the same time, he persuaded some school directors to set up a shooting range outside the Quidditch Stadium on the other side of the castle for students to practice bows and crossbows and the ‘automatic alchemy wand’.
Of course, many times, students and professors can only see Professor Wilson taking his apprentice Hermione to start a small kitchen there, and are surprised at the generous rewards.
As long as the girl completes the exercise goal he set, she can get whatever professor she wants.
High-end robe? More hair softener? Want a gift for the female prefect?
It's all there, as if Professor Wilson had always known what Hermione was thinking, every time she was reluctantly taken to the shooting range, she finally succumbed to the reward she had prepared.
At the beginning, the other girls were very jealous, and there were even other senior academies who passed on Hermione's gossip, all kinds of rumors made her cry in the dormitory.
But then after she listened to the professor's instructions and generously borrowed all the things she didn't need, she found that she was gradually welcomed by many people, at least much more than people who hated her.
Except for the small group headed by a few blonde girls in Slytherin's first grade who still didn't like her, the girls in the Lion House and Badger House preferred to contact her.
Because they found that Hermione is nothing like Ravenclaw in the traditional sense. She is not only smart, but also not at all indifferent and selfish. She even has the advantages of every college, except that she is Muggle and has two rabbits. Outside the teeth, it looks perfect.
Little Hermione gradually understood what the professor said, "What you want must be given first". Of course, she only felt that she had gained friendship.
Hannah and Susan, as her best friends at school, naturally get a month from the water. Whenever Hermione gets something good from the professor, she first goes to share with them, even if it’s just a Muggle story. Three people should read the book together.
Su Ming was also very pleased when she watched Hermione and her friends hop across the grass, and the girls left a string of silver bells of laughter.
In a few weeks, Hermione has mastered most common long-range weapons, can quickly disassemble and assemble automatic rifles, skillfully use bazookas, measure the fall of crossbows, and so on.
Next, it’s time to teach her to drive armored vehicles, tanks, and helicopters, but height is a problem. Let’s start with the basics first, first learn how to repair and drive a tractor.
After finishing the driving class, this semester will have to learn how to make and dismantle explosives. After all, a wizard who can't set up booby traps and car bombs is unqualified.
As for how to entice her to come to class this time, Su Ming also has an idea.
The weather is getting colder and colder and the Quidditch match day of the new year is approaching. Hermione is thinking about sending Senior Sister Zhang Qiu a new broom, because Senior Sister has become Ravenclaw's Seeker.
The little girl liked this Asian senior who was the first to talk to her at the time, but her broom was just a very ordinary and old ‘Comet 140’, and it was ten years behind. How did you ride to the competition? What if the black smoke falls in the middle of the game?
It just happened that there was no vacation to leave school recently, let alone to buy a broomstick in Diagon Alley. Her pocket money was not enough, and Hermione could only be in a hurry.
But she didn't know that Professor Wilson had prepared this year's new "Comet 260" long ago. As long as she is willing to take driving lessons after dinner every day, then this broomstick is hers, and who loves to give it to whom.
The "Comet" series is not cheap. After all, it is a competitive product of the "Light Wheel" series. Its pricing is only a little cheaper than the latest "Light Wheel 2000" and a lot more expensive than the "Sweeping Seven Stars" that was launched last year.
As always, Professor McGonagall made an exception to recruit the first-year Harry into the team, and at the same time gave him a smooth 2000 at his own expense, but the performance of this broomstick is only limited compared to Comet 260.
If Harry met second-year Zhang Qiu on the field in the first grade, he would also be a seeker...
What will happen in the future? Just treat it as an experiment.
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Hermione was clearly arranged. In order to give her broomstick, she still learned the tractor obediently and gradually found the joy of plowing the land. Until Halloween, when everyone was preparing for the evening party, she walked into the shooting range. I remembered that the professor said today that she would give her a holiday.
No wonder the Gryffindors, who love to practice football, are not on the court next door at this time, and the castle is empty.
She tightened the scarf around her neck and speeded up her steps back, wanting to return to the auditorium as soon as possible to get warm, and wait for dinner to eat something good.
However, as soon as she walked back to the main castle and turned around a corner of the tower, she suddenly retracted again, covering her mouth so as not to breathe.
Because in the dim night, she discovered that Filch, who was supposed to guard the gate, was not outside at this time, and Professor Quirrell was sneaking into the castle gate with a floating spell...
With the brilliance of the moon just rising, she could see that the black shadow was a giant monster with a nasal bubble, and Quilo was crept on his feet, presumably not wanting to wake it up.
In the magical animal protection class, Hermione already knew what kind of creature a troll was. At this time, she felt that Quill must not put such a dangerous thing into the castle, it must not be as simple as a Halloween prank.
She thought about standing up and asking him, but remembering the strength gap between her professors, she still suppressed her curiosity, decided to stagger with Quirrell, and went directly into the auditorium to find Professor Wilson.
He always has a way, because he always brags when he makes up lessons for her, saying that all the professors at Hogwarts together are not his opponents. He also analyzed the strengths and weaknesses of each professor. Coming.
Although Hermione looked disbelief at the time, as she learned more and more, she realized that she had already believed it.
As for the reluctance to make up the lesson all the time, it's just to blackmail more prizes, hehe...
Just like today, she herself went to the training ground unknowingly, and she felt uncomfortable not practicing for a day.
Seeing Quirrell dragging the troll with her magic wand to disappear into the gate, she approached cautiously. Winter was coming, and a weird headscarf was changed on his head. The big head was very conspicuous.
He moved along the wall of the hall, looking in the direction of walking to the basement, which should be the corridor of the potions classroom.
When Hermione saw him disappearing at the top of the stairs, she got into the castle gate, ran directly through the smooth floor of the hall, and rushed into the auditorium with a cold wind. The sound of the crowd made her relieved.
What's more rare is that during this special holiday, even Ravenclaw, who used to be in the lounge to do experiments, was basically there. Zhang Qiuzheng waved to her and asked her to go and sit down.
"You are late, we can't find you." she said.
Hermione’s face was a little red. She took off the blue scarf from her neck and put it on the senior sister’s lap: "I just went outside and wandered around. I missed the time because of some wandering. Can you help me hold the scarf? I have to go. The professor seat is looking for Professor Wilson."
"He won't give you candy, even if he treats you nicely." Zhang Qiu squeezed Hermione's little hand, did not release it, but put it in his palm and rubbed it against the heat: "If he If you give you candy in front of so many people, other girls will also ask him for candy."
Dumbledore had stood up, and looked around the auditorium with his chin, as if counting the number of people in the hall. It seemed that the banquet was about to begin, and it was definitely impossible for Hermione to run to the professor's seat in full view, and then said Bad thing about another professor.
She decided to talk about it when she was looking for no one after eating. She took back her scarf and let her little hand be played with by the senior sister:
"Why do they ask the professor for sugar? I remember many girls gritted their teeth when they mentioned him, especially the girls in Gryffindor. Those people told me that they are all muscles in their calves now, and I am afraid they can only wear long skirts in this life."
Zhang Qiu rolled his eyes and lowered his voice: "But senior elder sisters don't think so, especially after knowing that he spent tens of thousands of dollars just to buy you prizes for half a semester... .... He is actually quite handsome and very strong."
"???"
Hermione was confused. She didn't understand the relationship between Halloween candy and looks and strength.
However, the principal had already begun to speak at this time, and she could only swallow the questions from her lips, and waited quietly for the principal to finish speaking, and then the meal session.
She saw that Professor Wilson and Professor Flitwick were drinking again.
Many times, she saw Professor Flitwick waiting by the shooting range after she finished the small stove, because the two professors frequently met to go out together, saying that they were going to a place called "Three Broomsticks" to drink.
She covered her forehead weakly, praying in her heart that when the dinner was over, he and Professor Flitwick shouldn't bother to drink too much, then she might only have to look for Principal Dumbledore.
Compared to the most familiar professor, Hermione was not familiar with the principal at all, only that he liked Harry Potter in Gryffindor very much, and nothing else.
She was a little anxious after eating the same fried chicken legs, but before she finished her meal, the door of the auditorium was suddenly opened.
Professor Quirrell ran in with a look of horror and shouted in a sharp voice: "Troll! In...in the underground classroom!"
After speaking, he fainted, his acting was very flamboyant.
Hermione, who had already seen through everything, immediately looked at the teacher's bench. Dumbledore's face was pale. He lit his throat with his wand and ordered the prefects to take the students back to the dormitory.
At the same time, the little girl found that Professor Wilson seemed to have expected all this, and was looking at her with an encouraging look.
"Principal, I will deal with the monster. I plan to use it for temporary teaching, okay?"
Then he walked to Dumbledore's side, although her voice was not loud~EbookFREE.me~ but Hermione had approached him in a ghostly manner and heard it very real.
"Are you sure?" Dumbledore let go of his wand and watched the students leave the auditorium.
"Of course, I think Miss Granger should also learn how to hunt." The professor flew over the professor's seat without waiting for the principal's approval, and put her hand on the top of Hermione's head: "You see, she came here on her own initiative, because she His left hand was as fierce as a red fire, and it was yelling for her to seize the victory!"
"Ah......"
Hermione suddenly became less nervous, but her eyes were like a dead fish. Her hand was rubbed by the senior sister just now. Where did it yell? The professor is still messing around as always...
Dumbledore took a deep look at him, then looked at the girl again, and shook his head: "It's not safe. Several professors and I will find the troll separately. Of course, if you can find it first, what should you do? You are the one who has the final say."
"Let's go, Miss Granger, it belongs to us." The professor lifted Hermione blankly, and walked out of the auditorium quickly.
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