Harry Potter: We are all descendants of our ninth uncle!

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From 9:30 in the morning, after the first "Transfiguration Class" of first-year students ends.

Harry has been pestering Li Xian since the beginning of the Transfiguration classroom, and naturally his little friend Ron was also with him all the way.

As the three make their way through the school corridors and the castle...

People kept casting surprised glances at the three of them.

"Hey, Ron! Who is the pretty school girl next to you?"

"It's Harry! But now he should be called Harry!"

Ron responded with a smile, but was immediately stopped by Li Xian, who pretended to stop him: "That's enough Ron! Our little Harley has been socialized enough..."

Li Xian looked back at Harry, who was trying to cover his face with the sleeves of his robe, and reminded him again: "It's okay, sister Harley, my magic power is low now, and the spell's effect won't last long, and it will pass soon!"

Harry continued to cover his face with his robe: "No matter what you say, I will not take my hands away, and I will follow you until I make sure my face recovers."

Li Xian spread his hands helplessly and turned around to look for his master, Uncle Jiu.

According to the course schedule, the first-grade Maoshan Studies course is scheduled for Wednesday afternoon! He needs to communicate with Uncle Jiu in advance about the issue of teaching as a substitute teacher.

But after searching around, there was no sign of Uncle Jiu.

Suddenly, a feeling of being abandoned by the master enveloped Li Xian.

"At least write a letter and ask Thirteen to notify me!"

Thinking of his own eagle owl, his final name was decided by Uncle Jiu and was called Thirteen.

Because he heard that thirteen is unlucky among foreigners, he deliberately called it thirteen to irritate those guys!

From then on, Thirteen almost became Uncle Jiu’s personal pet, especially after he was rescued and cured...Uncle Jiu, who was very resistant to owls before, began to cross his arms over his body and couldn’t put it down. This guy's head.

And Thirteen seemed to know who was the boss in this family, so he decisively "abandoned" Li Xian, who had saved him from misery, and threw himself into Uncle Jiu's arms.

After searching for Uncle Nine and Thirteen to no avail, it was already lunch time.

Li Xian and Harry and Ron, who were still pestering him, came to the auditorium to eat.

Except for dinner, the meals here are somewhat buffet-style, while breakfast and lunch are fixed meals for students to choose from.

After choosing some steaks and pasta, Li Xian asked the house elf who delivered the meal:

“Is there any raw garlic?”

The house elf was confused and took a piece of raw garlic and handed it to Li Xian.

Also puzzled were Harry, Ron, Hermione, Neville and other classmates who were dining near Li Xian...especially when they saw Li Xian peeling off raw garlic and eating it raw, they almost died. His eyes popped out.

“If you eat noodles without garlic, the flavor will be reduced by half!”

When he said this, almost everyone had expressions of disbelief. What they couldn't understand even more was that Li Xian actually advised them to give it a try.

Just as Li Xian was eating a mouthful of garlic, noodles and steak, he heard Neville exclaim: "Why has the class schedule changed again?"

Changed again? ? ?

Li Xian immediately took out the class schedule and saw that the herbal medicine class that started at three o'clock in the afternoon on Monday was temporarily changed to the potion class, and the time was advanced to two o'clock in the afternoon.

"Is the teacher in the herbal medicine class also sick?"

Ron asked Harry doubtfully, and Harry, who had turned into Harry at this moment, just shook his head and did not want to make any remarks, thinking that this would avoid being recognized.

Sitting opposite, Hermione took the initiative to comfort:

"To be honest, I think you look much cuter now than before. Even Professor McGonagall said you look exactly like your mother when she was eleven years old..."

"what?"

Harry, who had been silent just now, suddenly asked in surprise: "Professor McGonagall said that I look like my mother now?"

"Yes! She was very surprised, saying that you originally looked like your father, but when you turned into a girl, you turned out to be exactly like your mother."

Hermione, who had come back to her senses, looked at the surprised Harry strangely: "Don't you know that your mother and father were also students of Professor McGonagall? Especially since your mother is one of Professor McGonagall's favorite students..." ....”

Hearing this... Harry's initial embarrassment and annoyance at being like this disappeared instantly. At this moment, he even wanted to ask a girl to borrow a mirror and quickly see what he looked like now, and then remember what his mother looked like when she was eleven years old.

But he hesitated for a long time and still didn't have the nerve to speak.

At this time...a small mirror was pushed in front of Harry.

"Why do you, a boy, carry a mirror with you?"

Ron looked at Li Xian strangely as he gave Harry the mirror.

"This is the Bagua Mirror!!! My magical weapon from Damaoshan!"

Li Xian picked up the class schedule and read it, and then said casually: "Let's take a good look before you change back... After all, not everyone has the opportunity to see with their own eyes what their mother looked like when she was eleven years old. of!"

After hearing this, Harry overcame his shyness, picked up the mirror that Li Xian called the Bagua Mirror, and looked at the little girl in the mirror seriously.

"Honestly, your mother was so beautiful when she was eleven."

Hermione couldn't help but praise: "Although I have seen photos of my mother when she was a child, it would be great if I could see with my own eyes what she looked like when she was eleven..."

Ron echoed: "Me too!!! I haven't even seen a photo of my mother when she was a child. I guess my mother must have been a fat girl when she was eleven years old!"

The Weasley twins passing by immediately gave a warning: "We will write to mom soon and wait for mom to teach you a lesson!"

Ron was so scared that he panicked.

Upon hearing this, Neville lowered his head subconsciously and secretly wiped his tears. Li Xian handed him a handkerchief. Neville took the handkerchief and quickly wiped his tears, not daring to look up the whole time: "Thank you."

Harry, on the other hand, had never left his eyes since he got the mirror, and whispered:

"Me too....."

Li Xian chuckled secretly when he saw this scene, and then looked at the three words "potions class" on the course schedule that had been advanced from Thursday morning to two o'clock this afternoon:

You are not the only one who wants to see this face again...

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Soon the time came to two o'clock in the afternoon, when Li Xian and Neville arrived in the classroom. This time, the first to arrive in the classroom was not only Hermione, who liked to be the first, but also the notoriously bad-tempered Si. Professor Snape, Dean of Lytlin.

Hermione whispered to Neville: "The professor came very early. When I got here at half past one, he arrived..."

Ha ha!

I'm afraid he will already be waiting in the classroom after the morning class ends!

If he wasn't afraid of exposing his true intentions, he would probably just move this class forward to the morning! ! !

He just faced the blackboard and stood there quietly with his back to the students.

No one knows what his mood is exactly at the moment?

But what Li Xian is sure of is...he is nervous.

Especially when he heard Harry and Ron playfully entering the classroom...

Almost the moment the sound appeared in the classroom, his body suddenly turned around... and looked at the face that made his cold eyes flash for a moment...