Chapter 130 A 7-year slow-moving product
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Qing Mo Da Xian
The Killing Curse, one of the three Unforgivable Curses, is an evil magic that does not produce any wounds, but only deprives life.
"You said you escaped the Killing Curse?" Draco's lips trembled a little, "Do you know how it works? Wayne!"
"I didn't hide."
His expression returned to normal again.
Vincent slightly raised the table knife, "I blocked it with a sword and cut it in half."
Drakoten stood up abruptly, "Liar!
Nothing can resist the Killing Curse!you liar! "m.biqmgè
Vincent smiled without saying a word, and cut off a small piece of toast with a dining knife.
The Hall's eyes turned to Harry.
"Impossible..." Draco's hand supporting the table was trembling.
Of course he realized why the Ministry of Magic would do this.
Withhold the news of the Killing Curse, and the wizards won't panic, remembering the man from 11 years ago.
Who was published in the newspaper?
Little famous Vincent;
Rove, grandson of Newt Scamander;
A pair of Weasley twins;
Cedric, an outstanding student in the third grade;
And the equally wonderful Hermione.
Three true purebloods, one relatively pureblood, and two Muggle-borns.
This combination is very suitable for publicity, no matter which party it is, there is nothing wrong with it.
Draco glanced at Vincent who was enjoying his breakfast gracefully, and found that his performance was no different from that of the clown.
"Wayne, do you think you are as great as Potter?"
"No, I just need to be greater than you."
There were sporadic discussions in the auditorium.
The content of the Daily Prophet may not be reliable, but Quirrell is a 100% confirmed black wizard.
Among the six people who repelled him, ignoring the mischievous characters of the twins, in fact, each has its own excellence.
What about Draco Malfoy?
Excellent background, excellent family?
Several Slytherin students looked at him with even a little disdain.
"Just put gold on your face, Wayne."
Draco stopped the trembling of his hands, "Time will tell who is right!"
Vincent didn't return the words, but just watched him very calmly.
Judging from the performance of the two, the students generally understood who was right.
"Hmph!" Draco's face was full of unwillingness, and he walked out of the auditorium with the two younger brothers.
He could foresee that in the next period of time, he might be strictly forbidden to trouble Vincent at home.
In order to completely distance himself from Voldemort, he may even join the Court of Owls Club.
……
……
For the next few days, Draco really didn't come looking for trouble.
Even the most outrageous things are just constant glares at Vincent.
Hogwarts kitchen.
"He must have been warned by old Malfoy." Fred guessed convincingly.
The Ministry of Magic is going to start to focus on promoting them, and I'm afraid it will be extraordinarily quiet during this period.
Vincent came out from the inside and pointed the big bowl behind him in front of several people.
"I'm even more curious about who will substitute Defense Against the Dark Arts."
"Guliu——" George looked away from the tomato and egg noodles in front of him, "Old Bat always wants to be a substitute teacher in his dreams."
"It should be him." Hermione didn't have any adverse reactions.
If you can survive Potions class, why are you still afraid of Defense Against the Dark Arts class?
Vincent hesitated, and finally chose the fork, "Come on, Snape still has two brushes."
"Merlin~ please protect us from being poisoned to death~"
After the twins prayed before the meal, they turned their attention to the noodles.
No comments Cedric and Rove were about to eat up a big bowl of noodles.
Hermione started to struggle when she was halfway through eating.
It is rich in nutrition and tastes good.
But with this big bowl of noodles, you have to exercise for an hour or two each time.
"What's wrong? It doesn't taste good?"
"No." She lowered her head and continued to eat.
"That's right!" Fred stopped suddenly, "My dad has exchanged all the Galleons, 300 to 4500 pounds."
"Isn't it five pounds and one galleon?" Vincent saw his small eyes and knew that he had found the right person.
What do wizards want Muggle pounds for?
buy food?
Or buy clothes?
The upper limit of the Ministry of Magic's subsidy to Muggle families is 100 Galleons per year. The pounds exchanged are either put into the Muggle financial market by the goblins, or exchanged for Galleons at a low price.
As an official of the Ministry of Magic, it is not difficult for Mr. Weasley to enjoy a discount.
"4500 pounds..." The entanglement in Vincent's eyes flashed.
Although a certain big country is about to disintegrate, if you want to gain benefits from it, you will definitely be suspected.
You can't buy top instruments, but you can still get a few pretty good ones.
When he thought of the home, he felt a little apprehensive.
The interior space of the piano is so large, it is normal to hide some small commodities.
"Oops!" Vincent suddenly collapsed on the chair.
"What happened to you?"
"My parents wrote to me a few days ago to ask me about my passing. At that time, I just wrote a little story to fool me."
"You mean..." Hermione didn't dare to continue.
Both Fred and George stopped what they were doing.
"Brother, how many unsalable items are there in your house?"
"I don't know the specifics." Vincent stared blankly at the ceiling, "Anyway, it's enough to have a Quirrell every year."
"Cuckoo—"
His scalp was numb from the five pairs of big eyes.
"Don't look at me like that, I'll be embarrassed."
The corner of Hermione's mouth twitched, "The Daily Prophet is quite prescient."
"That's right." George dragged his voice, "Is that right? The only son of the largest arms dealer in Europe~"
"I'm not, I'm not."
"Stop pretending." Cedric smiled foolishly, "You might as well put a few big ones in the activity room, it's much more effective than Gwent."
"I agree." Rove put on the same smile, "It would be better to have some aircraft and tanks, my grandpa always said that these things are very powerful."
Vincent rolled his eyes and glanced at them one by one, "My family is a gun shop, not an arms company.
It's an armored vehicle at the top of the day, do you really think my father is some kind of military boss? "
As soon as he finished speaking, he felt guilty.
During the Christmas holiday next month, everyone has to go home.
"Are you guilty?"
"No."
"You are obviously guilty."
"Really not, this is your illusion."
Hermione's suspicious little eyes made him uncomfortable.
"Ahem—this topic is too heavy."
Vincent cleared his throat, "Why don't you come and talk to the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor?"
"What's there to talk about about the old bat." Fred curled his lips. "He might be better than Quirrell, but what's the use of that?"
Snape, who exuded a low air pressure all over his body, didn't frighten the little wizards.
……
……
"You said you escaped the Killing Curse?" Draco's lips trembled a little, "Do you know how it works? Wayne!"
"I didn't hide."
His expression returned to normal again.
Vincent slightly raised the table knife, "I blocked it with a sword and cut it in half."
Drakoten stood up abruptly, "Liar!
Nothing can resist the Killing Curse!you liar! "m.biqmgè
Vincent smiled without saying a word, and cut off a small piece of toast with a dining knife.
The Hall's eyes turned to Harry.
"Impossible..." Draco's hand supporting the table was trembling.
Of course he realized why the Ministry of Magic would do this.
Withhold the news of the Killing Curse, and the wizards won't panic, remembering the man from 11 years ago.
Who was published in the newspaper?
Little famous Vincent;
Rove, grandson of Newt Scamander;
A pair of Weasley twins;
Cedric, an outstanding student in the third grade;
And the equally wonderful Hermione.
Three true purebloods, one relatively pureblood, and two Muggle-borns.
This combination is very suitable for publicity, no matter which party it is, there is nothing wrong with it.
Draco glanced at Vincent who was enjoying his breakfast gracefully, and found that his performance was no different from that of the clown.
"Wayne, do you think you are as great as Potter?"
"No, I just need to be greater than you."
There were sporadic discussions in the auditorium.
The content of the Daily Prophet may not be reliable, but Quirrell is a 100% confirmed black wizard.
Among the six people who repelled him, ignoring the mischievous characters of the twins, in fact, each has its own excellence.
What about Draco Malfoy?
Excellent background, excellent family?
Several Slytherin students looked at him with even a little disdain.
"Just put gold on your face, Wayne."
Draco stopped the trembling of his hands, "Time will tell who is right!"
Vincent didn't return the words, but just watched him very calmly.
Judging from the performance of the two, the students generally understood who was right.
"Hmph!" Draco's face was full of unwillingness, and he walked out of the auditorium with the two younger brothers.
He could foresee that in the next period of time, he might be strictly forbidden to trouble Vincent at home.
In order to completely distance himself from Voldemort, he may even join the Court of Owls Club.
……
……
For the next few days, Draco really didn't come looking for trouble.
Even the most outrageous things are just constant glares at Vincent.
Hogwarts kitchen.
"He must have been warned by old Malfoy." Fred guessed convincingly.
The Ministry of Magic is going to start to focus on promoting them, and I'm afraid it will be extraordinarily quiet during this period.
Vincent came out from the inside and pointed the big bowl behind him in front of several people.
"I'm even more curious about who will substitute Defense Against the Dark Arts."
"Guliu——" George looked away from the tomato and egg noodles in front of him, "Old Bat always wants to be a substitute teacher in his dreams."
"It should be him." Hermione didn't have any adverse reactions.
If you can survive Potions class, why are you still afraid of Defense Against the Dark Arts class?
Vincent hesitated, and finally chose the fork, "Come on, Snape still has two brushes."
"Merlin~ please protect us from being poisoned to death~"
After the twins prayed before the meal, they turned their attention to the noodles.
No comments Cedric and Rove were about to eat up a big bowl of noodles.
Hermione started to struggle when she was halfway through eating.
It is rich in nutrition and tastes good.
But with this big bowl of noodles, you have to exercise for an hour or two each time.
"What's wrong? It doesn't taste good?"
"No." She lowered her head and continued to eat.
"That's right!" Fred stopped suddenly, "My dad has exchanged all the Galleons, 300 to 4500 pounds."
"Isn't it five pounds and one galleon?" Vincent saw his small eyes and knew that he had found the right person.
What do wizards want Muggle pounds for?
buy food?
Or buy clothes?
The upper limit of the Ministry of Magic's subsidy to Muggle families is 100 Galleons per year. The pounds exchanged are either put into the Muggle financial market by the goblins, or exchanged for Galleons at a low price.
As an official of the Ministry of Magic, it is not difficult for Mr. Weasley to enjoy a discount.
"4500 pounds..." The entanglement in Vincent's eyes flashed.
Although a certain big country is about to disintegrate, if you want to gain benefits from it, you will definitely be suspected.
You can't buy top instruments, but you can still get a few pretty good ones.
When he thought of the home, he felt a little apprehensive.
The interior space of the piano is so large, it is normal to hide some small commodities.
"Oops!" Vincent suddenly collapsed on the chair.
"What happened to you?"
"My parents wrote to me a few days ago to ask me about my passing. At that time, I just wrote a little story to fool me."
"You mean..." Hermione didn't dare to continue.
Both Fred and George stopped what they were doing.
"Brother, how many unsalable items are there in your house?"
"I don't know the specifics." Vincent stared blankly at the ceiling, "Anyway, it's enough to have a Quirrell every year."
"Cuckoo—"
His scalp was numb from the five pairs of big eyes.
"Don't look at me like that, I'll be embarrassed."
The corner of Hermione's mouth twitched, "The Daily Prophet is quite prescient."
"That's right." George dragged his voice, "Is that right? The only son of the largest arms dealer in Europe~"
"I'm not, I'm not."
"Stop pretending." Cedric smiled foolishly, "You might as well put a few big ones in the activity room, it's much more effective than Gwent."
"I agree." Rove put on the same smile, "It would be better to have some aircraft and tanks, my grandpa always said that these things are very powerful."
Vincent rolled his eyes and glanced at them one by one, "My family is a gun shop, not an arms company.
It's an armored vehicle at the top of the day, do you really think my father is some kind of military boss? "
As soon as he finished speaking, he felt guilty.
During the Christmas holiday next month, everyone has to go home.
"Are you guilty?"
"No."
"You are obviously guilty."
"Really not, this is your illusion."
Hermione's suspicious little eyes made him uncomfortable.
"Ahem—this topic is too heavy."
Vincent cleared his throat, "Why don't you come and talk to the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor?"
"What's there to talk about about the old bat." Fred curled his lips. "He might be better than Quirrell, but what's the use of that?"
Snape, who exuded a low air pressure all over his body, didn't frighten the little wizards.
……
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