27 Chapter 27 Missing Class

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"Harry, it's time to get up. If you don't wakeup, you'll miss breakfast."

Dormitory door.

John looked at Harry and Ron with a helpless expression, lying on the bed like dead pigs, and responded unconsciously.

There was no other reaction.

"Today's first class is Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration class... If you are late, Professor McGonagall will be very angry, right?"

Neville Longbottom looked at his two roommates with a worried expression.

Ever since John took the two of them into the suitcase last night, and then, they saw the evil spirit, and then came back, the two of them were so scared that they couldn't sleep all night.

And by the time dawn came, the two of them had become what they are today without any surprise.

"Forget it, I'll ask Jerry to call them later. Let's go to get breakfast first..."

As John and Neville were on their way to the restaurant, all the little wizards who saw John greeted him warmly without exception.

Some bold little witches even forced a pink love letter they had prepared into his hands.

Among the restaurants.

Hermione was pretending to be reading and eating breakfast, but her eyes kept looking towards the entrance .

The moment she saw John appear, a happy smile suddenly appeared on her face.

However.

This smile only lasted for less than a second, and it was frozen on the spot because of the countless love letters in the other person's arms.

"Let me guess, student Constantine probably wanted to work-study at Hogwarts, so he became the school's postman, right?"

The corners of John's mouth twitched.

The sour smell of vinegar this early in the morning is almost so sour that one's bones will go weak.

Angrily, John piled everything in his hands in front of the other party. John asked the house elf for a glass of milk and a jam sandwich.

He snorted softly, half-smilingly.

"Miss Granger, I don't know if anyone has told you that you look like my little girlfriend who is having a tantrum. Look at the eyes of those two Weasley guys."

Hermione was stunned and turned to look to the side.

Sure enough, she immediately saw the curious and excited eyes of the Weasley twins watching the show.

The smell of gossip is comparable to that of the witches at Ravenclaw Academy.

In an instant, the resentment that had been building up disappeared in an instant and was replaced by the strange gazes of the surrounding people.

"hiss!"

"Why do you girls always like to use this trick?!" John gasped in confusion and covered his arm that had been pinched by the other party.

Breakfast is over.

Although it was a bit confusing at first, after confirming that she was not disgusted with John, Hermione just resignedly accepted the fact that John always sat with her.

only.

"Yeah, John... why don't you sit somewhere else during the Transfiguration class? I... I feel like the way Professor McGonagall is looking at me now, she seems very angry."

In the Transfiguration classroom, even though it was not yet class time, perhaps because this class was Professor McGonagall's class, most of the wizards came very early.

But John, who was also dragged to the classroom very early by the Hermione, could clearly feel the dissatisfied gaze of the girls at this moment.

He laughed dryly and silently took away his hand from the little witch's shoulder.

"Miss Granger, if you look up carefully, you will find that the person Professor McGonagall is warning is not you, but me, Mr. Constantine, who has become a big bad wolf in her eyes..."

Hearing this, Hermione looked up carefully.

Suddenly, a smile bloomed on the originally nervous little face.

"Pfft"

Looking at the little witch covering her mouth and snickering, John rolled his eyes speechlessly.

"It looks like class will start soon, and Mr. Constantine will be in pity."

Hermione said gloatingly.

For some reason, the two seemed to have met on the Hogwarts train for the first time, and they had only known each other for only a few days until now.

But they both enjoyed the pull between them very much.

John curled his lips when he heard this.

He glanced at the two empty seats on the Gryffindor wizard's side, and then turned to look in the direction of the podium.

"Poor Harry..."

In Gryffindor's dormitory.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak!"

Jerry, who was as fat as Harry and Ronald's heads, was spinning anxiously as he looked at the alarm clock on the table.

It kept beating hard on Harry's body.

However, maybe it was Jerry's round, meatball-like body that was full of elasticity, or maybe Harry was just too tired at the moment.

Despite such a big move, there is no sign of waking up.

Unconsciously, he turned over and fell asleep again.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak!"

Ronald: "Banban, get out of the way!"

When the bell rang for the Transfiguration class, John looked at the two empty seats and made a cross on his chest with one hand.

Because Harry and Harry were so excited last night that they didn't fall asleep until it was dark, John was almost certain.

He afraid the two of them are just late.

"Mr. Constantine, Mr. Longbottom, can you tell me where Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley went?"

Professor McGonagall's face turned pale.

As a young Slytherin wizard, Malfoy lowered his head and laughed silently with his two followers.

Neville hesitated and looked at John sitting in the back row.

"Sorry Professor, I'm afraid... they are still sleeping in the dormitory. It's their first day at Hogwarts. Harry and Ronald were very excited last night."

"What?! You mean the two of them are going to skip class?!"

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