HP: How come time travelers also do wholesale? - Chapter 14 Good morning!
HP: How come time travelers also do wholesale?
Chapter 14 Good morning!A new morning.
The air is nice, and it would be even better if there was no need to train.
Yan Ming sat on his broomstick in the air with a numb face, looking at his poor teammates below.
Wood was full of energy and directed the Weasley twins to try different new tactics over and over again.
"Let me see...it's only five o'clock now, right?"
Yan Ming glanced at the sun which had just risen in the sky.
"You'll get used to it." Angelina looked up at the sky helplessly, and then Wood shouted and she dived down again.
Yan Ming watched all this.
This time traveler is even scarier than Wood himself...
He thought silently.
The training in the morning didn't last too long.
At least Wood disbanded the team before breakfast. Fred and George, looking like they were about to fall apart, put their arms around each other's shoulders and went back to sleep. They had no classes in the morning.
Yan Ming gave him an envious look, then turned around and went to the auditorium to have breakfast with Ron, who had been waiting at the entrance of the training ground early in the morning.
"Speaking of which, Professor, why do you wait for me here every day?" Yan Ming patted his robe. When he changed out of his training clothes, some dirt got on his robe. The two walked side by side, and Ron said without thinking:
"Hmm? Just by the way, I also have the habit of getting up every morning to do morning exercises." Ron smiled and said, "Come to think of it, didn't we agree to call me Ron? If I keep calling you professor, I always feel that I am not young at all."
Morning exercises, such as Tai Chi? Yan Ming thought for a moment and said, "I'll pay attention." Yan Ming looked at the Ravenclaw school badge on Ron's chest again, as if... he was getting used to this setting.
"Morning you guys!"
After arriving at the auditorium, Hermione, who had finished eating and was chatting with people around her, saw Yan Ming and Ron who had just come in, and raised her hand to greet them enthusiastically and cheerfully.
"Morning..." Yan Ming also waved his hand. Ron nodded and said, "Then I'll go first. See you later."
Then Ron walked towards the Ravenclaw table. On the way, passing by the Slytherin table, Malfoy stood up as usual and said, "Good morning..." Then Ron smiled and pressed his shoulder and sat down: "Okay."
Ron said "OK" and walked away and sat down next to Terry; Pansy and others next to Malfoy had very interesting expressions.
This scene is shocking to anyone.
"No matter how many times I watch this scene, it's as horrible as the Malfoy family donating to your Weasley family." Terry used his fork to pick up the sausage on the plate twice and complained with great precision. Ron carefully imagined the scene.
Then he thought silently that if it were Malfoy now, it seemed that something like this might really happen.
"That's a pretty good metaphor, Terry," said another Ravenclaw, nudging Terry with his elbow.
Hannah from the Hufflepuff class next door was chewing fried eggs and watching all this with shining eyes, "Merlin, this is killing me."
Even though she knows it's impossible, isn't she still allowed to fantasize about it?
"Hannah, what did you eat?" Hannah's eyes sparkled with excitement, which attracted the attention of her roommate Susan. Seeing that she was noticed, Hannah waved her hands a little embarrassedly: "No, nothing."
This kind of art may be too advanced.
Hannah thought so, but she was embarrassed to say it out loud. Would she be considered a pervert?
"Oh, I see." Susan looked at Malfoy, who was sitting there with his joy almost overflowing, with some surprise. "Speaking of which, is it really normal for the relationship between the Malfoy family and the Weasley family to be like this?" This sentence caught Hannah's attention.
Although he couldn't see Voldemort on the back of Quirrell's head, he always felt that something was different from what he expected.
Yan Ming watched all this, silently thinking about the possibility of getting rid of Voldemort in advance and then living a happy and leisurely campus life.
"It's Zero after all." He curled his lips helplessly, stood up and went to the Transfiguration classroom with Hermione.
"What Zero? Do you mean Malfoy or Ron?"
"Clam?"
A straight man was at a loss.
Hermione blushed and quickly waved her hands saying it was nothing.
Damn, I've been influenced by them...Hermione thought, covering her face.
……
In Professor McGonagall's class, Hannah, Yan Ming and Hermione sat together, and the three of them whispered about the possible time travelers they suspected were in their respective lounges.
"In Ravenclaw, Ron said he was sure he didn't encounter any time travelers." Yan Ming, who would take a morning walk with Ron by the Black Lake every morning, said this.
Hannah looked at the table and thought for a while: "Why are you so sure?"
"..." Hermione half opened her mouth, "Perhaps, if it was a time traveler, he would be surprised and exposed on the first day because Ron entered Ravenclaw."
Yan Ming nodded: "But we can't rule out the possibility that the time traveler has never read Harry Potter."
"But Ron said he was sure I believed him, too."
After a pause of one second, Yan Ming added.
"There's none in Gryffindor either, but we're not sure with so many people in one house." Hermione held her chin and said in a muffled voice, "Hannah, where are you?"
At this time, Professor McGonagall had come over, and the three of them quickly sat back in their seats and listened to the class carefully.
Mag paused and glanced at the trio, raised her eyebrows slightly, turned around, coughed twice and said, "The content here is related to your future final test results, I think everyone should listen carefully."
The three people who were reminded by Professor McGonagall felt a little embarrassed, and Hannah, who had a fear of teachers in her bones, blushed.
Hermione pursed her lips, quietly took out a quill and quickly wrote a sentence on the notebook, then glanced at Professor McGonagall and pushed it to Hannah.
"Is there anyone worth noting in your college?"
Hannah was also writing something quickly while paying attention to where Professor McGonagall was going.
"Yes, I suspect my roommate, her name is Susan."
Susan?
Yan Ming blinked. It must be the girl with freckles and brown hair in the original novel.
[Well, specifically, as long as you, Brother Yan, have access to it, then the database can be locked and searched! ]
Yeah, I understand.
Yan Ming nodded inwardly.
He picked up the quill and wrote a sentence on the notebook Hermione handed over.
"Will you ask Susan to come out and talk to us later?"
Hannah nodded.
Then the three of them turned their attention back to the classroom.
……
"By the way, where was Professor McGonagall talking about?" This was Hannah.
"..." x3
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On the other side, Ron, who was taking the Potions class, shuddered for no apparent reason. Fortunately, he didn't have any important potions in his hands.
Ron put down the knife in doubt and pulled his sleeves again. Malfoy, who was stirring the crucible seriously in the same group, raised his head alertly: "Teacher, are you cold?"
"It's okay, just keep stirring." Ron put the remaining ingredients in at the right time and said, "Focus."
Malfoy nodded and continued stirring.
This time the Potions class was in a group of two.
People around them have gradually gotten used to the wonderful combination of Malfoy and Weasley, although they are still shocked speechless by how much Malfoy listens to Weasley.
Snape, who was observing everything on the stage, silently turned his head away from that group's performance.
All in all, just another normal day.
What to do next?
Every night, Yan Ming would ask himself this question. After all, he is now more rational and calm than Harry in the original novel. So if the protagonist's initial configuration becomes higher, will the boss remain the same?
Reaching out to scratch his nose, Yan Ming closed his eyes and fell asleep without thinking about it anymore.
I hope tomorrow will be an ordinary day as well.