Based on her understanding of Draco, he was definitely not caring about a Muggle girl, but the focus was on the previous sentence - he wanted to ridicule this red-haired mediocrity.
But Draco was right this time.
It had been so long that she couldn't remember some details. She only vaguely remembered that Ron and Hermione had had a quarrel at the beginning.
Perhaps, this is one of those times.
After all the Gryffindor students had dispersed and the Slytherin students were seated, Professor Flitwick quickly got into the mood again and began to explain the new spells to them.
By the time class was over, Lin An had forgotten this little conflict between poor students and outstanding students.
At this moment she asked: "Professor, I heard that the auditorium needs some magic decoration. I wonder if we Slytherins can help?"
"Oh! Oh!" The little Professor Flitwick was inexplicably surprised. He has taught at Hogwarts for so many years, and no student has ever been so active!
So he stamped his foot happily, and the pile of books under his feet began to shake again, making Lin An's heart beat fast.
Fortunately, the books under his feet finally stabilized, and Professor Flitwick quickly followed up with his answer:
"Of course, of course. Is it okay to leave that part of Slytherin House to you?"
This is just like making a blackboard newspaper in school. Students must be given some opportunities for extracurricular practice. Otherwise, how can they be motivated by writing papers and doing classroom exercises every day?
Lin An responded immediately.
There were no other classes in the afternoon, so she took the students directly to the auditorium, pointing to the ceiling with shining candles floating there and the long dining table:
"I know you are still not good at many transformation techniques. It doesn't matter. Start small. For example, what kind of carved silver spoon do you want? Or what kind of pattern should be on the cup for drinking black tea? If it doesn't work.
, maybe you’d like to provide me with some candle ideas.”
"Tonight is an opportunity to show our Slytherin achievements to the entire school. Show off your aesthetic vision and abilities."
After getting along with each other for this period of time, she has discovered that this is what Slytherin does.
Sure enough, Draco and Pansy looked at each other, each displeased, and already had high morale.
"Don't worry, Gryffindor's silly gold and red lion colors are definitely not as noble and gorgeous as ours."
But it is indeed hard work.
The little wizard's magic power is indeed not enough, or even not flexible enough. After one afternoon's work, to be honest, the organizer Lin An was a little exhausted mentally and physically.
They always have problems.
Sometimes it's the weird carvings on the silver spoons, sometimes it's the red teapot that's supposed to be printed with rose patterns that starts to dance on tiptoes.
I don't even know where the spell went wrong, but a fire almost ignited the long curtain beside the window.
Lin An did nothing all afternoon, he was just instructing everyone on the spell practice while cleaning up the mess.
Raising children is so difficult.
She sighed and couldn't understand why she, who only wanted to fish when she went to work, was so motivated to take care of her children now... Could it be that she was really infected by the big guy?
It was probably the way these children looked at her with shining eyes and respected her, and obeyed her words, which really made people unbearable.
But no matter how hard it was, in the end, the entire auditorium was decorated.
If we look at the auditorium as a whole, the teachers have also put a lot of thought into it——
1,000 bats fluttered on the walls and ceiling, and another 1,000 bats, like low dark clouds, circled and danced above the dining table, causing the candle flames in the pumpkin's belly to flicker. (Original work)
In fact, bats are not that scary at all.
Lin An picked one up and took a closer look. They were chubby and chubby, and their two little fangs were very cute.
There is also a layer of soft down on their bodies. Considering that they are still blind, they can only rely on sound waves to locate...
Ouch, you are becoming more fragile, pitiful and cute!
She let go.
It's really hard not to like magical bats and stuff.
Hmm... maybe it's because my thinking is more like that of a witch?
I like bats. When I was a child, every evening the bats would be affected by various electromagnetic waves and fall headlong onto the wall.
The children in the village would pick up the bat, touch its belly, touch its wings, and finally put it carefully on the windowsill——
