Belinda had a nightmare.
She dreamed that a woman with a teddy bear face was hiding under Anna's bed, smiling at her gloomily.
Her scarlet lips split open and she shouted, 'Belinda, I know you have hemorrhoids!'
This was simply slander!
Belinda was so angry that she opened her eyes and found that it was not yet dawn. Anna in the next bed had her hands crossed on her stomach, lying peacefully in the middle of the soft quilt, without any movement.
There was a faint snoring sound in the room.
Ha!
Anna was snoring in her sleep!
Belinda was so happy that she thought she had caught Anna's little shortcoming.
Staring at Anna's face that didn't seem to be snoring for a while, Belinda felt a little strange. She listened carefully and felt that the snoring was indeed coming from Anna's side.
She frowned and walked over lightly to check Anna's breath.
"Snore …" The sound of snoring came out, and this time Belinda heard it clearly. It was indeed Anna.
Okay.
Relieved, Belinda was going to go to the bathroom and go back to sleep.
She suddenly remembered her dream and her eyes moved to Anna's bed, which was completely covered by the dark green sheets and she couldn't see what was below.
There was a mysterious force that encouraged Belinda to lift the sheets and take a look inside.
What could there be?
Belinda felt a little funny. What could there be under Anna's bed?
At most, a few broken toilet lids, a few packets of instant noodles, and a few bottles of pineapple beer.
It's impossible to hide a living person, right?
After quickly going to the bathroom, Belinda lay back in bed, closed her eyes and fell asleep.
Hearing Belinda's even breathing, Anna opened her eyes and raised her hand to wipe the cold sweat on her forehead. She leaned out to take a look under the bed.
Ms. Teddy Bear had fallen into a deep sleep, snoring and snot bubbles coming out of her nose. She looked like she was having a good dream.
No, Rita Skeeter's problem has to be resolved as soon as possible. Otherwise, I won't be able to sleep at all!
He felt like something was staring at him from under the bed!
It would also easily arouse Belinda's suspicion.
Anna sighed and went back to lie in the middle of the quilt. She stared at the green ceiling for an hour or two before she finally fell asleep.
In less than two hours, the big octopus came out to announce the time. "Dong, dong, dong …" The crisp knocking sound announced that a beautiful day was about to begin.
"Fred, George," Anna said weakly. She stopped them at the entrance of the auditorium and took out a key weakly. "Thank you. The key to the broom room. You've helped a lot."
"Good morning, Anna …" Fred took the keys. He looked at Anna, who had dark circles under her eyes and was seriously sleep-deprived. He was a little worried. "Are you okay?"
"You look like you've been chasing 'Growing Pains' for two seasons!"
George asked excitedly. "Did Headmaster Dumbledore install a TV in your lounge?"
"George, I think you're as sleepy as I am." Anna waved her hand in front of George's eyes. "Do you think 'Slytherin Lounge' and 'Muggle TV' can go together?"
Obviously not.
Anna looked at Fred. "I'm fine. I'm fine now. If Rita Skeeter No. 2 squeezes under my bed, I won't be fine."
"That's good …" Fred heaved a sigh of relief when he heard that Anna was doing well. However, he suddenly realized what he had heard. "Wait … you mean …"
George strategically leaned back. "If my sharp brain didn't misunderstand …"
"You mean Rita Skeeter … Hmm … That reporter is under your bed now?" Fred deliberated over his words. "She's still breathing?"
"She's still breathing. Not only that, she snores in her sleep." Anna waved her hand. "Belinda almost discovered her existence. Fortunately, I managed to hide it from her."
"Merlin's beard …" George let out a long sigh as if he was praying to Merlin.
"I have to get rid of her as soon as possible." Anna's tone was normal.
George's pupils constricted. "You mean get rid of her … Don't tell me it's the kind that involves entering Azkaban?"
In Fred's mind, he had already begun to imagine his wedding in the dark Azkaban. His child would be born in Azkaban, holding a cigarette in one hand and a magic wand in the other as soon as he was born, casting the terrifying illusion of 'Avada munching on melons'.
"What are you guys thinking about?" Anna rolled her eyes. "Of course it's using the 'Unbreakable Oath'!"
Anna told them about the conversation she had with Rita Skeeter in the broom room. She emphasized the fact that Ms. Skeeter intended to slander Headmaster Dumbledore and release fake news. "I wanted to threaten her with her secret but I thought it would be more reliable to restrict her with magic …"
The twins heaved a sigh of relief.
Fred's mind returned to the wildflower meadow, the hillside, the exquisite wooden house and the seven red-haired children crowding around the happy Anna who was smiling brightly and calling her mother.
He had to admit that whether it was Azkaban or the seven red-haired brats, they were all quite scary.
Perhaps it was because he had been reading "Toadstool Tales" to Lee Jordan recently, causing Fred's mind to be filled with inexplicable images.
"Fred, do you still remember how this oath magic is used to witness?"
Fred was very confident. "Unless my left and right buttocks are symmetrical again, I'll never forget that magic."
"The Fairy's Happy Can-Pulling Spell." George renamed the spell freely. "The Marriage Protection Spell, the Flower Arm Spell."
"It's also Rita's Happy Can-Pulling Spell now." Anna agreed on a time with the two of them and finally felt relieved.
"Oh!
There's something important! "
George rummaged through his eight trouser pockets and finally found a crumpled letter in the pocket closest to his knees.
"It's from Ron. You have to read it!"
Anna took the letter in confusion. "What's wrong?"
Did 'Growing Pains' end early?
Or did his favorite Miss Weather Forecast get married? "
"Neither." Fred scratched his head. "It has something to do with Miss Lena."
"?" Anna opened the letter.
'… Idiots Fred and George, as well as Dragon Tamer Anna, I have important news to tell you —'
The handwriting was evil and wild. Ron was still the same Ron.
'Next door, Mrs. Number Seven and a wizard fell in love. Snow the cat ran out to mess with Mrs. Feig's cat raccoon. Adorable Elvin fantasized all day long that Blackie could turn into a human …'
"These are not big news. What I want to say is that our greatest and greatest Ms. Lena is going to be on the — TV!"
What?
Anna was confused. There were too many things that confused her recently.
'Miss Lena recently wrote a fantasy novel, "The Wizard's Diary" (if it's in the magical world, it's more appropriate to call it a realistic novel). Simply put, it's a story about an ordinary wizard in Diagon Alley. It's a story full of love and redemption. The novel went viral as soon as it was published. Miss Lena has a large number of Muggle fans!'
Oh, she's going on TV to promote the novel, right? Anna felt that she understood.
'You must think that Miss Lena is going on TV to promote the novel, right?
Ha!
Not at all! '
'On a sunny afternoon, a pitiful little girl who loved the occult was lying on a hospital bed flipping through books. By chance, she came across Miss Lena's novel …'
'A few days ago, the little girl's mother found Miss Lena and hoped that she would take part in a variety show, "Britain's Psychic Challenge". It's a favorite show for little girls who suffer from serious mental illnesses. If Lena can pick up the champion's' Blue Hand ', the little girl might be able to pull herself together and overcome her illness!'
'Merlin's big eyes!
This is the first time I've heard of such a show!
It's the Muggles' understanding of the wizarding world! '
Ron's handwriting began to drift. It was obvious that he was very excited. 'Miss Lena has agreed to take part in it!
Of course, with the help of me, Harry, Hermione, and Ginny (a group of great wizards), her victory is foreseeable! '
"?" Anna's mouth was wide open.
'It's a pity that you won't be able to make it in time for the recording of the show and miss out on such an interesting event. Hahaha …' She could feel that Ron was laughing wildly as he wrote this. 'But you'll still be able to make it in time for the broadcast of the show. Look forward to it!'
“Britain'sPsychicChallenge？
Oh my god!
They can't be serious, right?! "Anna did not know what to say.
"Looks like it." George's expression was full of regret. "Sigh, when will we have a holiday?"
"When will we have a holiday?" Fred sighed.
Anna had the same question. When would they have a holiday? Even though it was only a month since school started.
But her heart had already started to fly home.
Even her anticipation for the November Quidditch Tournament had decreased significantly.