Draco Malfoy's slightly pointed face became astonished. He raised his head eagerly and looked at Felix intently, as if he wanted to read the real meaning from the professor's calm face.

"Adequate sleep will make people feel satisfied, and I won't tell him the average person." Felix said. "The one that can be compared is a big meal, but there will be a lot of exotic food until Halloween..."

After he left, Draco remained where he was. His light gray eyes kept turning, not sure whether he had escaped.

Professor Haip is a person who is afraid of trouble, and to some extent this has been recognized by all teachers and students in the school.

For example, he would put a lot of homework on "answer parchment" because this would greatly save time in corrections. Similarly, although he did not have fewer tests in class than other professors, he was the only person who asked students to answer questions in a fixed format.

There are rumors that this will facilitate a very special high-level magic puppet to correct the test paper.

In addition, there are other evidence. Professor Hayp rarely puts students in a lock-up position, and even deducts points rarely. Not only one Hufflepuff student met the professor in the kitchen, but they would also discuss their experience of eating fish together. The "fish bone spell" he improved from the bone spell was once popular in the school.

However, if a student asks him about this in class or wants to learn food mantras, he will find that his homework has immediately risen, and this trend has slowly declined.

And now the question Draco Malfoy is considering is that if he doesn't mention the errands he has taken from Professor McGonagall, would he just get through it like this?

He spent two days nervously, cautious in ancient magic literature and potion classes, and did not dare to look at the two professors. Even Neville Longbottom burned the crucible and he did not participate in it - this was very rare, and I don't know when Longbottom's grades were getting better and better.

It is also difficult to protect magical biology classes. You must endure the sarcastic look of the stupid Gryffindor students, especially the Weasley, who laughed when he saw him, and always pretended to slap his trouser legs, making him secretly want to chant a villain for him. It would be great if Weasley had to vomit slugs again, but unfortunately he didn't find the spell in the library.

As usual, the big Hagrid asked them to take care of the tail snails in class, and the students were reluctant. It was a kind of sticky gray bug, a bit like a big lobster with a shell removed, with many feet growing in a mess, hundreds of them squeezed into a box, squeezing and scrubbing, crawling around, and snot-like mucus flowing out.

Although he didn't like Gryffindor, the girl named "Ravend Brown" screamed "Disgusting!" and fed these six-inch insects to eat lettuce. However, the unplanned Crab overturned the incubator, and the tails of the snails fled around with sparks. A smell of rotten stinky fish and shrimp spread in the open space, making them spit out and unable to straighten their waists...

Thursday was a special day and he met Moody again.

Moody was still so crazy, and he openly demonstrated the unforgivable spell in class. When talking about the life-seeking spell, Moody grinned and said, "The Avada's life-seeking spell requires a very powerful magical power as the basis - you can all take out the wand, point it at me, and recite this spell. I suspect that I will only have a little nosebleed at most."

He admitted that he had a moment of heart-warming, just like the dark thoughts mentioned by Professor Hayp, and he also found dejectedly that he could not muster up the courage to point his wand at the ugly nose.

On Friday, he met Professor Haypu again and unexpectedly discovered that the classroom of ancient magic literature class changed a lot. The soft light shone the room very brightly. He raised his head and looked at the magic lamps that symbolize the animals of the four academies with other students.

"Professor Hepp, will other classrooms in Hogwarts use magic lamps instead?" a girl raised her hand and asked.

"Your question has nothing to do with the classroom, Miss Parvati. However, it can be revealed that people from the 'future world' will come to the school in two days to discuss this matter."

Felix smiled and said, "I personally think that magic lamps are much better than kerosene lamps or magic flames. At least you don't have to worry about hurting your eyes when you read books in the classroom and in the library."

Under the podium, Harry and Ron muttered—

"Isn't the 'future world' the one from Professor Happ?" Ron asked in confusion.

"Maybe he is still instructor at school, which is not very convenient," Harry said, feeling a little expectant, "Maybe we can meet Professor Lupin."

"And Penelo," Ron said without hesitation, revealing a message. "Before school started, Percy brought her to her house, and her mother talked about the marriage and scared her away."

Felix cleared his throat and glanced around, and the little wizards below calmed down.

He clapped his hands, "Okay, classmates, today we will translate a manuscript. You have been exposed to the excerpts of it in the third grade..."

For the remaining twenty minutes, Felix arranged for students to study, and Hermione completed the homework on the "answer parchment" in just ten minutes, while Harry and Ron were still biting the quill and thinking hard.

"How did you do it?" Ron asked her.

"It's all about memory and doesn't need to use your brain. It's much easier than making up some unlucky things to fool Trelawny." Hermione said, looking at the professor sitting behind the podium, holding a half-fifth and half-true book, throwing several magic symbols in from time to time.

"The Book of Demonic Text..." she murmured.

"What?" Harry asked, just a few minutes before the get out of class was finished, he finished the last part, raised his head from the parchment, and happened to hear Hermione's whisper.

"The Book of Magic," Hermione repeated, "I really hope I can do it too." Felix turned another page on the podium. She blinked, and seemed to see a black lightning flashing by.

Ron muttered to Harry in a low voice: "As long as I don't talk about 'vomiting', I can accept anything."

Harry wanted to laugh a little. Hermione has been reading materials about domestic elves in the library these days, and was indignant of the unfair treatment they have received for centuries. She also established a public welfare organization - the Household Elf Rights Promotion Association, with the abbreviation letters like the word "vomiting".

Hermione said emotionally: "You shouldn't say that, you are the treasurer of the organization-"

"Yes," said Ron, "Harry is still the secretary. Do we want to write down everything you say now? But we are busy and we have to attend the Warriors' training on the weekend..."

"That's in grades six or seven." Hermione raised her eyebrows and stared at him with a bad look.

"But the bulletin board did not say that only students in grades six or seven can go. Let's see if it's not possible." Ron muttered, seeking support from Harry, and Harry nodded suddenly.

What else Hermione wanted to say? At this time, the bell rang. Ron and Harry immediately ran out, stood at the door, and looked around from afar. Hermione took a long time to come out from inside, and when she met again, she looked full of energy.

"I've asked Professor Hayp! When entering the kitchen, you only need to find a pear with a fruit plate portrait and tickled it." Hermione said happily: "It seems that the professor supports me too."

"He agreed!?" Ron asked incrediblely, "he agreed to put the 'vomit' badge on his body? What position did you put on him?"

"Oh, no." Hermione's face collapsed, "The professor said he had to think carefully, but-"

"The professor suggested that I go to the kitchen to have a look, chat with the domestic elves, and write a "Report on the Actual Situation of the Domestic Elf in the Hogwarts Kitchen."

Ron whispered his thoughts: "I guess Professor Heip just couldn't let it go, so he found something for her."

Harry thought about Professor Hepp being asked to join the strange organization and agreed with Ron's guess, maybe this is the truth.

He was secretly angry with himself. Why didn't he think of this method?

If I had known it, I would not have to hold any meetings to discuss the establishment declaration and rules of the organization.

...

On Saturday morning, the sky was a little gloomy, and the students appeared in Class 7 in groups of three or three, and there were much more people coming than expected. Many first and second grade students held candy and snacks and looked at the fun.

Harry was deeply impressed by this place. When the Magic Wen Club was selecting members, he and Ron followed Hermione to receive the students who came to register and asked them to fill out some forms and precautions.

He also defeated Malfoy here and won the third-grade duel championship, with the reward of learning Phantom Movement three years in advance.
Chapter completed!