As Kent and Anna chatted, they almost sat down at Slythrin's table. Fortunately, they reacted in time, and the Slythrin's and Ravenclaw's tables were close to each other, avoiding unnecessary awkwardness.
"Hey, you're not thinking about going to the place Ravenclaw mentioned, are you?"
Belinda didn't think it was a good idea. "An oil painting of a coffin?
Was he really not joking?
Maybe there's a trap waiting for you! "
"That makes sense." Anna agreed with Belinda verbally, but she still decided to check it out later. She felt that what Kent said was quite reliable.
If he guessed correctly, the oil painting in the 'Invisibility Book Area' should be depicting one of the Sacred Artifacts of Death, the Invisibility Cloak. The oil painting at the exit was a coffin, which meant that the third brother who obtained the Invisibility Cloak had escaped death and came out of the coffin alive.
"Coo coo!"
Catherine was the only owl who came to deliver a letter during lunch. She was very excited and circled around each table.
Anna watched as she flew over with satisfaction. She accurately threw the letter into the curly hair of the little snake sitting next to Anna and then hurriedly fled.
"..." Anna could only quickly take the letter out of the little snake's hair before she could react.
It was from Ginny, and there were messy drawings on the envelope.
"... Anna!
We received your letter!
We're relieved to know that you're doing well. But could you please not use an entire letter to describe Hogwarts food next time? We don't really want to know how your food is... "
"... Let's talk about something else. I haven't been doing well recently because Blackie, the stray dog that Harry mentioned your family adopted... I don't know how to put it... I think it's a little strange..."
Anna frowned. Did Jenny already find out that the dog was transformed from a human?
"... It must have fallen in love with Harry..."
Damn.
When Harry came, he stuck to Harry, helped Harry find slippers, gave Harry apples, and I think he just stopped short of asking Harry if he was thirsty.
If it's a human, my position as Harry's number one fan would be gone... '
After all, Blackie is just a dog. But to be honest, there are more and more strange people around Harry!
When he and Ron took Blackie out for a walk, they met several wizards in robes who greeted him and asked for his autograph. It felt like the whole street was being taken over by wizards!
He was probably an Auror sent to protect Harry. He did not notice that Sirius Black was standing beside Harry's feet.
Madam Number Seven from next door, on the other hand, somehow managed to blend in with the Magi group. Do you remember the robe she bought during the winter?
She stood on the lawn in front of the door chatting with a wizard, enthusiastically teaching him how to use the oven to make a cake. The wizard thought that by putting herbs into a square box, it would automatically produce a potion!
'The two of them are not even on the same channel, and they are chatting happily. I wasted an entire afternoon just to listen to their conversation …'
Ginny is also very boring.
'If possible, I hope you can bring Blackie to school when you come back during the holidays. He affects the communication between people!
(The time I spend with Harry has decreased by almost two hours!) '
'By the way, Blackie is a dog, but he likes mice more than Snow the cat. He catches Snow's teething toy and bites it non-stop. The cat can only watch with wide eyes!
How pitiful! '
'P. S. Burn After Reading'
"Another letter from your sorcerer friend?"
Belinda ate a fruit salad. She refused to eat meat on Tuesday, thinking that it would keep her figure. At the same time, she sneered at Anna's statement that 'eleven is the right time to grow'.
"Yes, your intuition is very accurate!" Anna looked up at Belinda and reached for a steak for herself.
"I can tell from your expression." Belinda shrugged. "The last time you received a letter, you had the same silly smile on your face."
"Ahem, what are the classes in the afternoon?" Anna changed the topic.
"Black Magic Defense and Herbalism. Hmph, you're a Muggle. You can't even remember the class schedule!"
Belinda flipped her long hair. "But it really doesn't make sense. Why do we have three Herbalism classes a week?"
"We only have two classes a week for the more important Potions class!" she muttered, her face full of unhappiness.
"Wait until you can't answer Professor Snape's call, then you won't think like that anymore …"
Abigail walked over and patted Anna on the shoulder. "I know you gave extra marks to Slytherin in the Potions class. Well done!
It's as good as the 'Potion Sample' you sent. "
"If there are other 'Potion Samples' …" She blinked. "Angelica won't be stingy with her pocket money."
Head Prefect Abigail found a seat and sat down. Angelica, who was walking behind her, moved closer to Anna. "Actually, she wanted to drink it herself … But your 'Potion Sample' was really good."
It seemed that Pineapple Beer could be sold smoothly in Hogwarts … Fortunately, there was no rule against selling Muggle items in the magic world.
"Is this your first Black Magic Defense class this afternoon?" Angelica blinked. "Look forward to it. The professor is a handsome guy from America!
He looks no more than 25 years old and graduated from Ilfmoroni School of Magic. How rare. I've been studying here for so many years and this is the first time I've met a foreign professor … "
"After attending his class, I only have one thought. Our school should have more young professors. They're so pleasing to the eye. I blush for no reason!"
Belinda began to look forward to it, but she didn't want to make it too obvious. "I've seen too many handsome guys … I'm full, Anna. Let's go to the classroom."
"But it's not even one o 'clock in the afternoon …" Anna looked at the ice cream dessert in front of her and tried to struggle.
"This is the first Black Magic Defense class. Do you know how important this class is?
This is one of the few classes where we can come into contact with Black Magic. Whether or not your Black Magic can progress further depends on this! "Belinda dragged Anna out of the auditorium." We have to leave a good impression on the professor! "
Actually, I don't have any obsession with Black Magic!
Anna complained in her heart, but she still followed Belinda to the Black Magic Defense class.
"Fourth floor … Right corridor …" Belinda mumbled.
Anna admired the painting hanging on the wall. "A cute lady is leisurely knitting a sweater, and a cow cat is playing in a bamboo basket containing a ball of wool." Beautiful. Anna felt like she had been healed.
"We're here. Phew —" Belinda sighed. "Luckily, our dormitory is at the bottom of the lake, and there aren't many stairs. If it was the Slytherin Tower, it would be terrible!" She opened the wooden door with the sign of "Black Magic Defense Class."
"Creak …"
The scenery behind the door could be said to be very unique. Although every classroom in Hogwarts had its own characteristics, this was the first time Anna had seen such magical decorations.
The floor was no longer made of stone tiles, but green grass. All kinds of strange plants grew in the room. Dark brown desks were placed messily in an arc, and a large stone was placed at the opening of the arc. There were also many abstract cloth dolls hidden among the plants.
Belinda liked this style of classroom. "Wow!
It's so beautiful! "
As expected of a young professor … Anna nodded inwardly. Creative. The two found a place near the large stone and put down the books. Belinda began to explore the classroom.
"I'm going to the toilet." Anna waved at Belinda. She decided to go to the third floor to see the coffin oil painting before class started.