Chapter 109 3 Broom Bars
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Yi Yang Shi Ming Yue
The transfiguration class is always in the early morning, when the sun is rising, Professor McGonagall seems to be more worthy of this title.
Only Professor McGonagall had a cold voice in the classroom, as if he had rehearsed in advance, quite fluent and logical.
But such an unmistakable speech seems to be the best hypnotizer for the little wizards who just got up from the winter quilt.
Even though Professor McGonagall did not dare to sleep openly due to his usual majesty, he was still out of his mind, leaving only an empty shell in the classroom without any response.
But some people behaved abnormally, that is Harry and Draco, and Ron can be regarded as tentatively.
Ever since they knew that Eli had learned the Animagus, they were full of curiosity about this magical spell, which had nothing to do with the women's bathroom.
Professor McGonagall was surprised by this phenomenon, but he was more relieved, and turned it into motivation for class, and the lectures seemed to become more powerful.
Out of respect, although Eli is familiar with this knowledge, he did not desert himself arrogantly.
Hermione was as meticulous as ever.
When the get out of class time came, all the souls who had been out of the sky returned to the transformation class, and the little wizards almost pinched the time.
When counting to 1 minute, Professor McGonagall ended the class with a lot of enthusiasm.
The little wizards almost got up and flew out.
Sensing the imminent move of the little wizards, Professor McGonagall scanned the classroom with sharp eyes, giving way wherever he went.
Suddenly, Professor McGonagall's tense face seemed to bloom, and he said in a sly voice, "Have a good time, everyone!"
As soon as the words fell, the little wizards rushed out of the classroom like wild horses, flying arrows off the string.
Professor McGonagall looked at the lively and joyful students and showed a very kind smile. Such a smile always appeared when Professor McGonagall faced students.
What is it that makes little wizards so excited?
Ron carried his schoolbag on one shoulder, "Hurry up, Honeydukes has a new batch of candy. I heard that there are ice cream balls from last time. That thing can make people fly!"
What Ron said was not outlandish, this candy called ice cream balls can indeed lift people a few feet off the ground when sucking.
However, the person who designed this candy obviously did not consider the issue of safe landing.
It is late autumn in the UK, and the white snow can always visit here on time, making everything white and soft.
A group of people ran happily to Hogsmeade, leaving a series of cheerful footprints on the snow that just reached their ankles.
When they arrived in Hogsmeade, Ron and Draco argued over whether to go to the Honeydukes Candy Store or the Three Broomsticks first for butterbeer.
Seeing that the two are at loggerheads, and neither will give way to the other, Eli and the others are unwilling to let these two childish guys mess up such a beautiful day.
In order to show fairness, go to whichever is closest. Finally, after some rigorous calculations by several people, they chose the three broomsticks between Ron's hesitation and Draco's complacent expression.
Several people opened the door and entered. The Three Broomsticks Bar was warm and full of wizards.
At the other end of Hogsmeade, there is the Pig's Head pub, which can compete with the Leaky Cauldron, messy and well-equipped.
Compared with these two bars, The Three Broomsticks is a clear stream. The inside is bright and bright. Although there are people coming and going, the tables and chairs are always neat.
Several people picked out a table, which appeared to have been wiped clean.
Several people ordered a glass of butter beer each, which was the only drink with the word "wine" they could drink.
Butter beer isn't technically alcohol because it has a woefully low alcohol content.
Its creamy sweet taste and buttery warmth conquer the taste buds of little wizards.
Many Hogwarts students always order a glass of butterbeer in the bar, imitating those grown-ups drinking brandy, looking good.
"Have you heard, Fudge can't hold his head up in front of Dumbledore at all now!" Ron deliberately lowered his voice, almost leaning over the table.
Hermione rolled her eyes, "How would we know?"
"I didn't ask you"
"According to my father's news, recently, Fudge has been showing favor to Dumbledore non-stop. Almost every day, several owls are sent from the Minister's Office of the Ministry of Magic, and the destination is Hogwarts."
Draco agreed that his father, Lucius Malfoy, had considerable influence in the Ministry of Magic, and such news was nothing to him at all.
"It seems that he went to the doctor in a hurry"
"That's not necessarily the case, I guess Fudge's actions should be in the hands of Dumbledore." Eli shook the remaining butter beer in the glass, and the foam filled the glass.
"That's true. He was helped up by Dumbledore before, and it makes sense to find his old benefactor now. After all, Dumbledore is a good old man." Draco nodded repeatedly, analyzing clearly.
Even Ron nodded in agreement.
But Eli shook his head again. He seemed to be imitating Ron's previous posture, keeping his body low. This aroused the curiosity of several people, and they all pricked up their ears.
"Dumbledore is not a good old man. As far as Fudge stabbed this time, the fate is safe. Dumbledore alone will never let him go. But now he is still staying in that seat. I didn't say any agreement with any pure-blood family, what do you think it means?"
"What?" Several people also moved their heads together.
Eli smiled with satisfaction, "Of course Fudge and Dumbledore have reached an agreement!"
"What agreement?"
"Nonsense, how do I know. But I can be sure, if the current Fudge wants to continue to sit in this seat, he can only follow Dumbledore's lead!"
The faces of several people were unclear, and they took a sip of butter beer at the same time.
Draco made a mental note of these things, and as heir to the Malfoy family, he had to learn to think about such things.
In this weather, it is always comfortable for a few people to sit in the bar, and even Ron, who has been clamoring to go to the Honeydukes Candy Store, collapsed on the chair.
Eli blew on the foam that was about to overflow, and glanced at it out of the corner of his eye, only to see a black shadow that stood out from the corner of his eye.
The staff at the Three Broomsticks Bar are more reassuring than those at the Pig's Head Bar. People who cover their heads and hide their faces always look awkward here, just like the few he saw.
A large black robe with no extra decorations on it, like a piece of black cloth torn at random.
The figure under the black robe didn't look small, it looked big and thick, and the huge body seemed quite uncoordinated with the deliberately restrained movements.
Feeling the magic wave from the opponent, Eli frowned deeply.
Only Professor McGonagall had a cold voice in the classroom, as if he had rehearsed in advance, quite fluent and logical.
But such an unmistakable speech seems to be the best hypnotizer for the little wizards who just got up from the winter quilt.
Even though Professor McGonagall did not dare to sleep openly due to his usual majesty, he was still out of his mind, leaving only an empty shell in the classroom without any response.
But some people behaved abnormally, that is Harry and Draco, and Ron can be regarded as tentatively.
Ever since they knew that Eli had learned the Animagus, they were full of curiosity about this magical spell, which had nothing to do with the women's bathroom.
Professor McGonagall was surprised by this phenomenon, but he was more relieved, and turned it into motivation for class, and the lectures seemed to become more powerful.
Out of respect, although Eli is familiar with this knowledge, he did not desert himself arrogantly.
Hermione was as meticulous as ever.
When the get out of class time came, all the souls who had been out of the sky returned to the transformation class, and the little wizards almost pinched the time.
When counting to 1 minute, Professor McGonagall ended the class with a lot of enthusiasm.
The little wizards almost got up and flew out.
Sensing the imminent move of the little wizards, Professor McGonagall scanned the classroom with sharp eyes, giving way wherever he went.
Suddenly, Professor McGonagall's tense face seemed to bloom, and he said in a sly voice, "Have a good time, everyone!"
As soon as the words fell, the little wizards rushed out of the classroom like wild horses, flying arrows off the string.
Professor McGonagall looked at the lively and joyful students and showed a very kind smile. Such a smile always appeared when Professor McGonagall faced students.
What is it that makes little wizards so excited?
Ron carried his schoolbag on one shoulder, "Hurry up, Honeydukes has a new batch of candy. I heard that there are ice cream balls from last time. That thing can make people fly!"
What Ron said was not outlandish, this candy called ice cream balls can indeed lift people a few feet off the ground when sucking.
However, the person who designed this candy obviously did not consider the issue of safe landing.
It is late autumn in the UK, and the white snow can always visit here on time, making everything white and soft.
A group of people ran happily to Hogsmeade, leaving a series of cheerful footprints on the snow that just reached their ankles.
When they arrived in Hogsmeade, Ron and Draco argued over whether to go to the Honeydukes Candy Store or the Three Broomsticks first for butterbeer.
Seeing that the two are at loggerheads, and neither will give way to the other, Eli and the others are unwilling to let these two childish guys mess up such a beautiful day.
In order to show fairness, go to whichever is closest. Finally, after some rigorous calculations by several people, they chose the three broomsticks between Ron's hesitation and Draco's complacent expression.
Several people opened the door and entered. The Three Broomsticks Bar was warm and full of wizards.
At the other end of Hogsmeade, there is the Pig's Head pub, which can compete with the Leaky Cauldron, messy and well-equipped.
Compared with these two bars, The Three Broomsticks is a clear stream. The inside is bright and bright. Although there are people coming and going, the tables and chairs are always neat.
Several people picked out a table, which appeared to have been wiped clean.
Several people ordered a glass of butter beer each, which was the only drink with the word "wine" they could drink.
Butter beer isn't technically alcohol because it has a woefully low alcohol content.
Its creamy sweet taste and buttery warmth conquer the taste buds of little wizards.
Many Hogwarts students always order a glass of butterbeer in the bar, imitating those grown-ups drinking brandy, looking good.
"Have you heard, Fudge can't hold his head up in front of Dumbledore at all now!" Ron deliberately lowered his voice, almost leaning over the table.
Hermione rolled her eyes, "How would we know?"
"I didn't ask you"
"According to my father's news, recently, Fudge has been showing favor to Dumbledore non-stop. Almost every day, several owls are sent from the Minister's Office of the Ministry of Magic, and the destination is Hogwarts."
Draco agreed that his father, Lucius Malfoy, had considerable influence in the Ministry of Magic, and such news was nothing to him at all.
"It seems that he went to the doctor in a hurry"
"That's not necessarily the case, I guess Fudge's actions should be in the hands of Dumbledore." Eli shook the remaining butter beer in the glass, and the foam filled the glass.
"That's true. He was helped up by Dumbledore before, and it makes sense to find his old benefactor now. After all, Dumbledore is a good old man." Draco nodded repeatedly, analyzing clearly.
Even Ron nodded in agreement.
But Eli shook his head again. He seemed to be imitating Ron's previous posture, keeping his body low. This aroused the curiosity of several people, and they all pricked up their ears.
"Dumbledore is not a good old man. As far as Fudge stabbed this time, the fate is safe. Dumbledore alone will never let him go. But now he is still staying in that seat. I didn't say any agreement with any pure-blood family, what do you think it means?"
"What?" Several people also moved their heads together.
Eli smiled with satisfaction, "Of course Fudge and Dumbledore have reached an agreement!"
"What agreement?"
"Nonsense, how do I know. But I can be sure, if the current Fudge wants to continue to sit in this seat, he can only follow Dumbledore's lead!"
The faces of several people were unclear, and they took a sip of butter beer at the same time.
Draco made a mental note of these things, and as heir to the Malfoy family, he had to learn to think about such things.
In this weather, it is always comfortable for a few people to sit in the bar, and even Ron, who has been clamoring to go to the Honeydukes Candy Store, collapsed on the chair.
Eli blew on the foam that was about to overflow, and glanced at it out of the corner of his eye, only to see a black shadow that stood out from the corner of his eye.
The staff at the Three Broomsticks Bar are more reassuring than those at the Pig's Head Bar. People who cover their heads and hide their faces always look awkward here, just like the few he saw.
A large black robe with no extra decorations on it, like a piece of black cloth torn at random.
The figure under the black robe didn't look small, it looked big and thick, and the huge body seemed quite uncoordinated with the deliberately restrained movements.
Feeling the magic wave from the opponent, Eli frowned deeply.
