Chapter 424 What Did I Just Say?

Anton learned from Draco that Anna did not return to school when she was imprisoned in Azkaban, but went through the temporary suspension procedure with the school through her parents.

This is actually against the rules, especially since she is similar to an exchange student. However, Professor McGonagall allowed this with the joint guarantee of Professor Lupine and Professor Fiennes, and Anna was not a member of the Quidditch team.

The hut is running normally. It is said that the twins have successfully bred the cute plush animal, and now they have enough funds to recruit some students to help in their animal pen.

With the support of her Hufflepuff dean, Professor Sprout, Hannah used her own greenhouse to establish a small herbal cultivation team.

On Neville's side, because Harry Potter focused on Quidditch, he had poached many members from Harry's Dumbledore's Army.

This is actually a very normal flow of people. When someone comes to vote, Neville has no way to turn them away.

But because of this, Neville and Harry Potter had some small conflicts.

When he returned to the dormitory, Draco smiled unscrupulously, "Oh, Anton, maybe you should check it out, it's so interesting, two Gryffindor students turned against each other because they wanted to form their own forces ...caused a huge rip in Gryffindor for that, lol, Harry Potter party, Neville party, neutral party."

He put his things on the shelf, waved the towel and called, "Maybe we should hang the Slytherin flag in the Gryffindor common room."

Anton pursed his lips, "A~ Rui~ Pote..."

"I don't know him, but Neville is a kind boy. He must be in pain right now."

Draco smiled, "It's very interesting, we have been waiting for Professor McGonagall to deal with it, it must be very exciting."

Anton shrugged, "Maybe you got one thing wrong, they are different from Slytherin's gangs, the so-called Dumbledore's Army is essentially a learning interest group recognized by the school, and their purpose is to improve Knowledge of magic and prowess in spells."

He raised his eyebrows at the stunned Draco, "The competition between the two study groups..."

Draco froze for a moment, then yelled, "Merlin's beard!"

This child with the inheritance of an ancient pure-blood family immediately grasped the point, "The twins' magical beast study group, Harry Potter and Neville's spell study group?"

Anton nodded with a smile.

"Oh~"

Draco screamed, grabbed Crabbe's cup and lifted it up, "Why are you sleeping, get up, get up."

He greeted Gore, who hadn't climbed onto the bed yet, and was gnawing on a chicken drumstick he got from somewhere, "Come on, wake everyone up."

As he said that, he roared angrily and rushed out, "Call everyone to get up and go to the common room for a meeting! Be vigilant, it's a major problem, Gryffindor is secretly developing, but we're foolishly watching for fun..."

Then, the door of the dormitory next door was kicked open, and he roared, "Why do you sleep, have you forgotten the shame of us being defeated by Durmstrang students?"

"Oh~ Merlin's beard, why are you crazy, Draco, we are Durmstrang's students."

"Damn it!"

After only two years of studying at school, Master Draco Malfoy had already established his authority in Slytherin. It didn't take long for the whole Slytherin to be brightly lit.

Later, the prefect, Faney, also woke up. The old fritters instantly sensed the problem, and used his own owl to send a message to the girls' dormitory.

Half an hour later, the common room was packed with students.

"This is a serious mistake, Faney, this is a serious mistake, we all misjudged it!"

"Yeah, damn it, we're all deluded by their loud faux pas."

"This isn't tearing, this is healthy competition. Professor McGonagall must be looking at Leer. Professor Snape must be extremely disappointed in Merlin's lace pants!"

All the Slytherins are here.

Even Durmstrang's students sat on the outermost perimeter with interest, watching this unique Hogwarts common room culture.

oh……

Not everyone came either.

Anton was lying comfortably in the bed at the moment, feeling the soft bed and the fluffy quilt, stretched his waist, yawned, and fell asleep after a while.

I haven't had a good sleep for a long time.

Azkaban's iron bed is too cold and hard, which is particularly bad.

fake clothes~~

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The next day, Anton came to the hall on the first floor of the castle early, waiting for a hearty breakfast.

The morning air in Hogwarts is very good, the birds are chirping, everything is so vibrant.

Draco, who hadn't slept all night, walked over with tiredness and inexplicable excitement on his face, "We passed a "Hogwarts Weekly" occupation plan last night, divided into three learning interest groups, and planned to Initiate a lore to Gryffindor."

"Anton, my interest group is about magical creatures. I know this is your strong point, so you have to help me."

Anton thought for a while, then nodded, "This is a good start."

The experts and masters I have seen before in the "New Book Explanation Session" seem to have a hard time accepting their own new knowledge. Maybe they are too stereotyped, maybe they have their own positions, but they are too far away from themselves after all.

He looked at Draco, who was still full of energy after staying up all night, thoughtfully, maybe...

These students in the school are the best sharers of their own theories.

On the road of magical exploration, if there are some like-minded friends, it seems not bad.

"I think the excellent quality of 'unity' must belong to us Slytherins, Draco, tomorrow is Saturday, and I am happy to share some magical knowledge with you."

"Great!" Draco stood up excitedly, danced and didn't know what to say, and hurried out again.

Anton looked at his back and smiled.

"Study interest groups? Inter-school Quidditch leagues? Professor Lockhart's short time as headmaster has obviously brought interesting changes to the school."

"Oh~ Anton, you really, I cried." A voice sounded from the side, and Anton looked up in astonishment, it was the editor-in-chief of Aibo.

Or……

"Long time no see, Headmaster Lockhart."

"Hush!"

The editor-in-chief of Aibo (Lockhart) looked around nervously, and sat down beside Anton, "I read your book "Muggles, Werewolves, and Pure Blood", and I don't know much about magic in it, but The method of using the rest of the content..."

He smiled brightly, "It's great, you know what, I saw the most perfect rendering of emotions, Anton, your skills are very good."

Anton smiled slightly, "Maybe it's because I have a professor who taught me selflessly."

Lockhart was immediately agitated, his eyes were red, and he felt a little emotional, "Seeing you, I don't think I'm such a failed professor. You know, I had a particularly bad reputation when I was a professor."

Anton nodded, "You are not suitable to be a professor, you are good now, the editor-in-chief of the school weekly, this may be the most suitable for you."

Lockhart froze for a moment, "Suitable for me?"

"That's right." Anton nodded, "Obviously Principal Dumbledore is a person with great vision, he knows what you are best suited for."

"Principal Dumbledore..."

Lockhart was silent for a moment, "I never knew why he called me back to be a spy under Mr. Grindelwald's orders."

"!!!" Anton stared at him with wide eyes.

Lockhart also stared at him with wide eyes, "Oh, what did I just say!"

The fruit on the ignorant tree, you and me under the ignorant tree.

The two stared blankly at each other, "I thought you thought..."

"..."

Seeing students entering the auditorium, Lockhart stood up in a panic, "We haven't met or talked today, have we?"

"But you already said it." Anton chuckled.

"Damn it!"