Chapter 109 The Eve of Halloween
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Qing Mo Da Xian
In Defense Against the Dark Arts class in the morning, the little lion and the little snake were all absent-minded.
The feast before Halloween is one of the traditions that Hogwarts holds every year.
Most students look forward to this very much,
After all, none of them had as much fun as a certain six.
When Qi Luo saw the students at the bottom, he chatted a few words when he found an opportunity, and he simply announced the self-study soon after class.
The move drew cheers.
Of course Vincent knew why he was doing this.
Tonight's banquet, all the teachers and students of the school will gather in the auditorium.
Make some big noises, and then attract your attention, the principal's office will be unimpeded.
"What to look forward to, my father's birthday party for me is much more grand than this—"
The only voice that can make people feel so unpleasant is from Slytherin.
"Let's ignore him." Ron continued to tell Harry the funny things he had heard.
"Fred and George said they suggested to Professor Dumbledore last year that they would invite a skeleton dance troupe to entertain everyone this year."
"Really? Can we see it tonight?"
"Maybe, I heard that if you want to invite them, you have to make a reservation two years in advance."
Harry was about to express his anticipation for the banquet when Draco on the other side of the aisle suddenly laughed loudly.
"If it's my dad, why do I need any reservations!"
It is bright,
the rain stopped,
Master Malfoy thought he was doing it again.
Keeping a low profile for two or three days, Vincent thought it would last until the end of the school year.
It turns out that the spoiled kid needs a deeper lesson than before.
"Nobody's asking for your opinion, Malfoy!" Ron said, still pouted.
Mr. Weasley has been staring at old Malfoy recently, and even his waist has become a lot tougher.
"Poor ghosts who have never seen the world." Draco sarcastically returned, "Can your family invite them?"
Ron blushed, and when he was about to refute, Harry grabbed his sleeve.
"Forget it, he doesn't deserve our college points to scold him back."
He glanced at the wandering Quirrell on the stage, "You're right, Harry.
He doesn't know the cleaning spell, and he probably hasn't brushed his teeth when he left home. "
"Pfft—" Hermione next to her quickly covered her mouth.
Her family had a dental clinic, and judging from the stench coming out of Draco's mouth, it was obvious that it was caused by not cleaning his mouth properly.
"Weasley, do you dare to say it again!"
"You sure haven't brushed your teeth, Malfoy."
Draco, who had a somewhat ferocious face, glanced at the podium, seeing that Quirrell didn't seem to care about classroom discipline, so he didn't plan to keep a low profile.
"Oh, a bunch of poor people!" His voice was very punchy, "Have you Weasleys been so poor that you use Muggle tools?
Know an automatic toothbrush?poor man! "
Hermione had something to say about that.
Muggles don't have automatic toothbrushes, but they do have electric toothbrushes.
She was just about to ask Ke Pu to reply by the way, but Quirrell suddenly stood up.
"Gryffindor affects classroom discipline, 30 points will be deducted."
The smile he couldn't hide made Vincent immediately decide to use three big guys tonight.
"Professor, where's Slytherin?"
"Wayne, continue your self-study."
As expected of a friendship that has been infamous together, it is even more obvious than Snape's target.
Vincent finally saw through this man.
Could the Sorcerer's Stone be so easy to get?
Innocent!
In the flying class in the afternoon, Mrs. Hooch asked the students from the two colleges to fly [-] feet in groups of two.
Draco came over arrogantly to provoke again.
"Coward Pote, do you dare to join me?"
Harry squeezed the sweeping six stars tightly in his hand, "Malfoy, I will make you feel convincing about losing."
Vincent, who was watching secretly, fell down.
Both sides used broomsticks enthusiastically sponsored by the Malfoy family, and the outcome of this match was predictable.
Sure enough, before Mrs. Hooch blew the whistle, Malfoy came to make a quick start.
Before Gryffindor's scolding could be heard, the moment Porter blew his whistle, he immediately catapulted to the start.
With such a fast speed, he had already caught up with the other party in the blink of an eye.
"Oh~" Vincent said loudly with regret on his face, "Malfoy may have to follow behind to eat the dust!"
Hermione rolled her eyes at him.
Seamus and Dean were extra excited.
"At this level, can a Muggle fighter eat dust behind him?"
"Of course not." Vincent stretched out his right thumb and index finger, making a small gap.
"The gap between them is like the gap between us and Professor Dumbledore."
"Wow!" Neville gaped from ear to ear in surprise, "So Malfoy is bragging?"
"Obvious thing." Seeing Harry flying back across the finish line, Ron looked more excited than he had won.
"So why did you only draw a small gap?" Alfred discovered the blind spot.
"That's because—" Vincent paused, pretending to be deep and said, "I want to make a fool of myself first."
A bunch of rewards came one after another.
Without exception, all eyes are blank.
Even Mrs. Hooch rolled her eyes back.
After the blue-faced Draco flew back, he heard Gryffindor's mean laughter.
Lost to Vincent in the wizard duel, and lost to Harry in the flying duel.
But he was not discouraged, and even thought about trying to win the round.
Wherever?
He really does not believe that there is an almighty person in the world.
……
……
At the same time, Quirrell sneaked out of the castle.
He walked into the Forbidden Forest wearing a black cloak, looking back and forth as if looking for something.
Dumbledore's magic couldn't stop him, and neither did the acromantula who attacked inexplicably.
"Quirinus, a troll isn't enough to cause a riot—"
The alder wand flicked at the oncoming centaur.
"Master, I know what to do."
Quirrell came to a very remote forest, and found a gray-skinned giant monster with the size of a palm under a tree hole.
"Ah—little bean-brained idiot."
He held the giant monster in his palm, "You won't be lonely tonight."
"Hmph--"
He nodded seriously as if he understood the sound made by the troll.
"Your task is to guard the stairs so that no one can pass except me."
"Hmph--"
This shrunken troll should have been trained in human language.
It excitedly raised the small wooden stick in its hand, as if expressing excitement.
Quirrell's gaze under the cloak glanced back and forth.
There are many magical creatures in the Forbidden Forest, but basically none of them have strong combat effectiveness.
"Quirinas, use the horned camel in the mountain—"
"Master, it is the descendant of the last horned camel in the magic world."
"Newt Scamander?
It was not he who defeated Grindelwald, but Dumbledore. "
"I understand, master." Quirrell headed towards the deepest part of the Forbidden Forest.
Voldemort is resurrected, still afraid of Dumbledore?
……
……
The feast before Halloween is one of the traditions that Hogwarts holds every year.
Most students look forward to this very much,
After all, none of them had as much fun as a certain six.
When Qi Luo saw the students at the bottom, he chatted a few words when he found an opportunity, and he simply announced the self-study soon after class.
The move drew cheers.
Of course Vincent knew why he was doing this.
Tonight's banquet, all the teachers and students of the school will gather in the auditorium.
Make some big noises, and then attract your attention, the principal's office will be unimpeded.
"What to look forward to, my father's birthday party for me is much more grand than this—"
The only voice that can make people feel so unpleasant is from Slytherin.
"Let's ignore him." Ron continued to tell Harry the funny things he had heard.
"Fred and George said they suggested to Professor Dumbledore last year that they would invite a skeleton dance troupe to entertain everyone this year."
"Really? Can we see it tonight?"
"Maybe, I heard that if you want to invite them, you have to make a reservation two years in advance."
Harry was about to express his anticipation for the banquet when Draco on the other side of the aisle suddenly laughed loudly.
"If it's my dad, why do I need any reservations!"
It is bright,
the rain stopped,
Master Malfoy thought he was doing it again.
Keeping a low profile for two or three days, Vincent thought it would last until the end of the school year.
It turns out that the spoiled kid needs a deeper lesson than before.
"Nobody's asking for your opinion, Malfoy!" Ron said, still pouted.
Mr. Weasley has been staring at old Malfoy recently, and even his waist has become a lot tougher.
"Poor ghosts who have never seen the world." Draco sarcastically returned, "Can your family invite them?"
Ron blushed, and when he was about to refute, Harry grabbed his sleeve.
"Forget it, he doesn't deserve our college points to scold him back."
He glanced at the wandering Quirrell on the stage, "You're right, Harry.
He doesn't know the cleaning spell, and he probably hasn't brushed his teeth when he left home. "
"Pfft—" Hermione next to her quickly covered her mouth.
Her family had a dental clinic, and judging from the stench coming out of Draco's mouth, it was obvious that it was caused by not cleaning his mouth properly.
"Weasley, do you dare to say it again!"
"You sure haven't brushed your teeth, Malfoy."
Draco, who had a somewhat ferocious face, glanced at the podium, seeing that Quirrell didn't seem to care about classroom discipline, so he didn't plan to keep a low profile.
"Oh, a bunch of poor people!" His voice was very punchy, "Have you Weasleys been so poor that you use Muggle tools?
Know an automatic toothbrush?poor man! "
Hermione had something to say about that.
Muggles don't have automatic toothbrushes, but they do have electric toothbrushes.
She was just about to ask Ke Pu to reply by the way, but Quirrell suddenly stood up.
"Gryffindor affects classroom discipline, 30 points will be deducted."
The smile he couldn't hide made Vincent immediately decide to use three big guys tonight.
"Professor, where's Slytherin?"
"Wayne, continue your self-study."
As expected of a friendship that has been infamous together, it is even more obvious than Snape's target.
Vincent finally saw through this man.
Could the Sorcerer's Stone be so easy to get?
Innocent!
In the flying class in the afternoon, Mrs. Hooch asked the students from the two colleges to fly [-] feet in groups of two.
Draco came over arrogantly to provoke again.
"Coward Pote, do you dare to join me?"
Harry squeezed the sweeping six stars tightly in his hand, "Malfoy, I will make you feel convincing about losing."
Vincent, who was watching secretly, fell down.
Both sides used broomsticks enthusiastically sponsored by the Malfoy family, and the outcome of this match was predictable.
Sure enough, before Mrs. Hooch blew the whistle, Malfoy came to make a quick start.
Before Gryffindor's scolding could be heard, the moment Porter blew his whistle, he immediately catapulted to the start.
With such a fast speed, he had already caught up with the other party in the blink of an eye.
"Oh~" Vincent said loudly with regret on his face, "Malfoy may have to follow behind to eat the dust!"
Hermione rolled her eyes at him.
Seamus and Dean were extra excited.
"At this level, can a Muggle fighter eat dust behind him?"
"Of course not." Vincent stretched out his right thumb and index finger, making a small gap.
"The gap between them is like the gap between us and Professor Dumbledore."
"Wow!" Neville gaped from ear to ear in surprise, "So Malfoy is bragging?"
"Obvious thing." Seeing Harry flying back across the finish line, Ron looked more excited than he had won.
"So why did you only draw a small gap?" Alfred discovered the blind spot.
"That's because—" Vincent paused, pretending to be deep and said, "I want to make a fool of myself first."
A bunch of rewards came one after another.
Without exception, all eyes are blank.
Even Mrs. Hooch rolled her eyes back.
After the blue-faced Draco flew back, he heard Gryffindor's mean laughter.
Lost to Vincent in the wizard duel, and lost to Harry in the flying duel.
But he was not discouraged, and even thought about trying to win the round.
Wherever?
He really does not believe that there is an almighty person in the world.
……
……
At the same time, Quirrell sneaked out of the castle.
He walked into the Forbidden Forest wearing a black cloak, looking back and forth as if looking for something.
Dumbledore's magic couldn't stop him, and neither did the acromantula who attacked inexplicably.
"Quirinus, a troll isn't enough to cause a riot—"
The alder wand flicked at the oncoming centaur.
"Master, I know what to do."
Quirrell came to a very remote forest, and found a gray-skinned giant monster with the size of a palm under a tree hole.
"Ah—little bean-brained idiot."
He held the giant monster in his palm, "You won't be lonely tonight."
"Hmph--"
He nodded seriously as if he understood the sound made by the troll.
"Your task is to guard the stairs so that no one can pass except me."
"Hmph--"
This shrunken troll should have been trained in human language.
It excitedly raised the small wooden stick in its hand, as if expressing excitement.
Quirrell's gaze under the cloak glanced back and forth.
There are many magical creatures in the Forbidden Forest, but basically none of them have strong combat effectiveness.
"Quirinas, use the horned camel in the mountain—"
"Master, it is the descendant of the last horned camel in the magic world."
"Newt Scamander?
It was not he who defeated Grindelwald, but Dumbledore. "
"I understand, master." Quirrell headed towards the deepest part of the Forbidden Forest.
Voldemort is resurrected, still afraid of Dumbledore?
……
……
