svetikya 0192 very warm
0192 very warm
Now that Filch had caught the language problem, Aini truthfully stated his estimate and promised to do his best.
Not to mention that Filch has always respected him since he joined the job, the blood curse orcs alone are a very valuable subject.
"Thank you, thank you so much, I, I..."
Filch was so excited that he was incoherent, he picked up and put down his hands in a daze, and finally covered his face and sobbed softly.
Seeing this, Aini didn't say anything, patted the other person on the shoulder and left the room.
In the face of the other party's decades of emotional accumulation, any words of comfort are so pale and weak, it is better to leave quietly, leaving room for this rough old man to vent.
At the door of the administrator's office, Aini did not leave immediately after coming out.
The joys and sorrows of human beings are not interlinked, but stories from acquaintances are always more likely to arouse empathy.
You never know what will come before tomorrow, don't let your habit become the source of regret, it's better to pay attention to the people around you from now on, do it and cherish it.
Despite the messy thoughts in his mind wandering for a while, Aini packed up his mood and strode towards the auditorium.
The candlelight on the lampstand behind him is flickering. It doesn't need light, but it burns itself to light up other people's world.
And some things are enjoying the light, but they are still unsatisfied and secretly plan how to take the candle as their own.
For example, a certain mouse is lying in the Gryffindor boys' dormitory, trying to figure out how Jerry works.
For example, Lockhart has been digging out sewage for more than 20 days and is about to finish cleaning the tunnel.
Even Dumbledore didn't know when Tom became obsessed with Defense Against the Dark Arts.
However, judging from Lockhart's performance in the past month, when he made his first Horcrux at the age of 15, Voldemort's mastery of relevant knowledge was already very solid, even enough to cope with the daily teaching at Hogwarts.
Under his guidance, Lockhart successfully took off the title of "Bad Professor", and regained many fans like a revival.
"There are many obstacles!"
"There are many obstacles!"
In the dormitory, Harry and Ron stood facing each other, their wands flicked in a circle at the same time, two blue-green sparks burst out, and at the same time as the "crack" sound of the spells colliding, Seamus and Neville came from the side. cheers.
The boys' dormitory in Gryffindor was not too big or too small. At least a few people tidied it up deliberately, and managed to create a practice area that was adequate for use.
A sweater was laid out in the middle of the field as a sign, with a big R on it indicating its provenance-Ron didn't like the sweaters his mother knitted.
The two repeatedly cast the Obstacle Curse several times. From the point of view of the casting action, Ron was more skillful and calm, but in terms of power, Harry was obviously better.
With the casting of spells again and again, the collision point of the spell is also constantly shifting towards Ron's defense line. When the blue-green sparks shot by Harry finally break through the boundary marked by the hem of the sweater, this little competition is also announced. Finish.
Under the applause and attention of his roommates, Ron shrugged his shoulders, saluted Harry, and walked to the sidelines to get together again.
He didn't care about losing to his friend, after all, he was the savior who defeated the Dark Lord, and he was just a little wizard who hadn't been taken seriously.
"Quick, which one of you will go."
After showing a thumbs up to the two people who had just left the field, Seamo couldn't wait to run onto the field and looked at Neville and Dean at the edge.
"I come."
Before Dean could make a move, Neville hastily responded and stood opposite Seamus.
Compared with a year ago, the boy became more confident, and his expression when he was concentrating on it already had a bit of the demeanor of a Gryffindor swordsman in the future.
"This spell is really easy to use, but its power is a bit weak. I don't know when Lockhart will teach us new spells."
Ron sat on the edge of the bed, twirling his willow wand in his hand.
Lockhart's performance in the past month has almost made people forget his previous embarrassment, and his status in the hearts of the students has also been greatly improved.
But no matter how much he tries to make up for it, the image that has collapsed once will never return to the previous one.
Like Ron, most students don't use honorifics when referring to him.It seemed like a trivial matter, but it clearly declared the unhealed rift between the two.
"The obstacle spell is pretty good, and it's highly applicable. Besides, if it's a more powerful spell, you can't practice it in the dormitory."
Harry watched the "duel" between Neville and Seamus with great interest, boys always prefer confrontational games.
Just as he was obsessed with Quidditch, Harry had a competitive blood in his blood, which was almost exactly the same as James Potter.
"It's a pity that we live in the tower, and the rooms are too small. I heard that there are several practice rooms in the Slytherin lounge, which can be used as you like."
Speaking of this, Ron is a little envious. Although those guys with upturned nostrils look annoying, it has to be admitted that Slytherin's alumni group is the richest of the four houses, and the Snake House receives a lot of donations every year. .
So despite the little snakes living underground, the living conditions are not bad at all, and all kinds of facilities are very complete.
Ron's eyes suddenly lost focus, and his eyes seemed to penetrate floor after floor. He saw the little snakes walking into the large practice room with stinky faces, casting spells freely, and Draco even more so. He formed a team with two followers and started a confrontation with the third graders.
And what he couldn't imagine was that Draco was indeed with his classmates, but it wasn't Goyle and Crabbe sitting next to him.
Hermione had never imagined that there would be a tea room in the Slytherin lounge, it was outrageous!
Are they really in the same school?
"Why, isn't this place different from what you imagined?"
Draco smiled lightly, picked up the still kettle and started to make tea, his skillful movements seemed to have a different kind of elegance.
"I thought, here, here..."
Hermione opened her mouth, but couldn't form the right words for a while.
"Think that the Slytherin lounge is gloomy and gray, monotonous and boring, and everyone is nervously busy with their own affairs, without communication and wary of each other?"
The boy seemed to be teasing and self-deprecating and asked back. He knew that Little Snake had a bad reputation in other colleges, but everyone, including himself, was too lazy to explain to the outside world, and he didn't bother to do so.
Maybe it was because Draco's expression was too good, Hermione inexplicably read his inner thoughts from his face, and was even more speechless for a while. I have to say that everyone made a mistake. Jump to conclusions about your classmates.
It was the first time she entered the Slytherin lounge, and it wasn't as cold as the other three houses thought, at least the color tone in this tea room——
very warm.