Chapter 133 The Black Swan Club
·
Qing Mo Da Xian
Pansy Parkinson, who is extremely blood-supremacist, can't understand, "Childish is naive, as long as it works."
Draco pouted at the Gryffindor table, "Look, the big die is gone."
Hermione, who was telling Lavender about the exercise plan, had an inexplicably extra quality that she didn't have before.
"You helped her find her confidence." His pupils focused on Vincent again,
This heavyweight player cannot be dealt with now.
As for those around me...
"Heh, it's not as ugly." Pan Xi's tone was full of sarcasm.
"Be generous." Draco looked at her face, "That damn club can't compare to us."
The club that belongs to him has already determined the activity room.
The location is on the fifth floor.
……
……
a few days later.
Harry and Ron were about to play two cards of gwent during their lunch break when they found that another classroom opposite the activity room was undergoing major renovations.
"It's Malfoy!" The sharp-eyed Ron recognized the little golden hair at a glance.
Through comparison, Harry found that the opposite side not only occupied a larger area, but also had a more luxurious layout with simple decoration.
A crystal chandelier that occupies almost the entire ceiling;
The satin-like wall intertwined with silver and bronze;
A whole piece of luxurious marble floor;
A variety of extravagant ornate trinkets for embellishment.
The first impression it gives people is a sense of high-end that is not clear.
"I suddenly became a little envious."
"Er—it's nothing special."
Harry turned around, "We have Fighting and Gwent cards, what else can Malfoy come up with?"
"That's right." Ron didn't feel sour anymore.
A wine bottle with such a beautiful appearance is always just a wine bottle.
If it fell, it would also shatter all over the place.
The two people who walked into the activity room of the Owl Court Club did not see the lively scene they had imagined.
Although it was early, if it was this time, it would definitely not be as empty as it is now.
"I hope Vincent has a way."
"Oh." Harry turned his attention to the window sill.
There was a girl stroking the newly arrived piano.
"They were probably bought by Malfoy with Galleons, so they didn't come to us."
"um, yes."
"These traitors!"
"correct."
Ron looked at him suddenly, "Harry, are you listening?"
"Ah, yes." Harry hurriedly looked away, "Actually, Gallon isn't omnipotent."
"Of course." Ron picked a table at random and sat down. "But without it, it would be very difficult for us to do anything."
"That makes sense." Harry sat facing the window.
His eyes gradually began to drift away.
"Hey, we can only rely on talent to attract members."
"Ah, well said."
"What Malfoy did will not affect the release of the Gwent card?"
"Certainly not."
"Harry, did you actually—"
Ron followed his gaze, but there was no dissatisfaction on his face, "Are you looking at this big guy? No wonder you're absent-minded."
Just the day before yesterday, another event recorded in history happened at Hogwarts.
It happened to be breakfast time, and outside there was a large group of owls pulling several large wooden boxes.
The first owl standing on the top of the box is clearly the most noble one in the entire castle.
Needless to say, it was definitely Vincent's stuff.
He is very fast, turning a small gate into a gate in the blink of an eye.
"What's in there?"
As soon as Neville asked, all the big boxes became smaller.
"The club's new entertainment."
Seeing that many people didn't believe it, Vincent opened the smallest box.
Inside is a very new, but seemingly handmade violin.
Qiu looked straight at that moment.
As long as she is free these two days, she will bring Marietta to the activity room.
It's a pity that Harry and Ron have been busy with three large parchment-length potions papers recently.
Otherwise, it wouldn't be possible for one to be stunned, and the other to be unaware of any abnormalities. .biqugé
"Harry, I bet there's more than that in those boxes."
"Yeah, I think so too."
Ron stretched out his hand and shook it in front of his eyes, "Go if you want, there is no limit to the activity room."
"In the past?" Harry looked back a little shyly, "No, let's play cards."
At the same time, Vincent, who had written a reply to his family, came to the fifth floor.
The world is amazing.
Whenever you try to stop something, you tend to make it happen.
When the big box was received, the letter from Wayne's family was also inside.
Omitting a large section of inquiry, the key point is that the Wayne couple will live a two-person world during the Christmas holiday.
After 13 years of marriage, they waited for this opportunity.
When he saw the specific location, Vincent was struck by lightning on the spot.
Eastern Europe is a tourist attraction with beautiful scenery and simple folk customs.
But this place happened to be within the territory of a certain big country.
What he can do, of course, is that the international situation is not peaceful as an excuse to send the reply to a certain owl who urgently needs to lose weight.
The letter from the Wayne couple was brought back last night by Gu Gu, who was visibly thinner by half a circle.
The content is not complicated, it can be summed up in two words: refuse.
Eric has a lot of acquaintances there, and there are enough guarantees in terms of safety.
Evelyn looks dignified and generous, but she is actually quite adventurous.
So Vincent's reply aroused their interest instead.
And after thinking about it all night, he had no choice but to accept this reality.
The letter I just wrote and sent was to ask the two of them to bring more pounds when they went, so as to avoid seeing some things they wanted but couldn't afford.
Vincent, who gave up on himself, just came to the activity room, and turned his head to look at the large room under renovation.
The bunch of little golden retrievers swaggering and commanding instantly swept away his depression.
"Yo, it's quite high-end~"
Draco almost kicked over a crystal sconce on the marble floor at the sound.
"Wayne!"
Vincent walked in and looked around, "As expected of the young master, I'm afraid this efficiency can be done tonight, right?"
"Humph--"
Draco raised his chin slightly, "When this is finished, your Fat Chicken Club will also be finished."
"Fat chicken?" Vincent turned his head and stared at the club logo designed with the silhouette of Gu Gu.
"How dare you call the most honorable owl in Hogwarts?"
"What's wrong with scolding!"
He turned his head back, "I advise you to pray that it doesn't hear, otherwise it will be difficult for you to use the owl in the future."
Draco said with disdain in his eyes: "It's a big deal!"
"Amazing!" Vincent held out his thumb, "By the way, have you decided on a name for this club?"
"Are you blind?"
He looked towards the ceiling where the crystal chandelier hung, and found a black swan gracefully spreading its wings.
"Black Swan?"
Draco stepped forward proudly, "Your taste is not good, and the members you can attract are all at your level."
Vincent's expression gradually cooled down.
In the Muggle world, a black swan refers to something that has a very low probability but will happen suddenly.
"Don't talk, I want to hit someone now."
Draco took a step back subconsciously, "Don't come here, there are many people here."
"Go out and talk?"
Talk shit!
"Forget it." Vincent gave him a deep look before leaving.
Regardless of whether it has anything to do with the name, this Black Swan Club must be finished.
……
……
Draco pouted at the Gryffindor table, "Look, the big die is gone."
Hermione, who was telling Lavender about the exercise plan, had an inexplicably extra quality that she didn't have before.
"You helped her find her confidence." His pupils focused on Vincent again,
This heavyweight player cannot be dealt with now.
As for those around me...
"Heh, it's not as ugly." Pan Xi's tone was full of sarcasm.
"Be generous." Draco looked at her face, "That damn club can't compare to us."
The club that belongs to him has already determined the activity room.
The location is on the fifth floor.
……
……
a few days later.
Harry and Ron were about to play two cards of gwent during their lunch break when they found that another classroom opposite the activity room was undergoing major renovations.
"It's Malfoy!" The sharp-eyed Ron recognized the little golden hair at a glance.
Through comparison, Harry found that the opposite side not only occupied a larger area, but also had a more luxurious layout with simple decoration.
A crystal chandelier that occupies almost the entire ceiling;
The satin-like wall intertwined with silver and bronze;
A whole piece of luxurious marble floor;
A variety of extravagant ornate trinkets for embellishment.
The first impression it gives people is a sense of high-end that is not clear.
"I suddenly became a little envious."
"Er—it's nothing special."
Harry turned around, "We have Fighting and Gwent cards, what else can Malfoy come up with?"
"That's right." Ron didn't feel sour anymore.
A wine bottle with such a beautiful appearance is always just a wine bottle.
If it fell, it would also shatter all over the place.
The two people who walked into the activity room of the Owl Court Club did not see the lively scene they had imagined.
Although it was early, if it was this time, it would definitely not be as empty as it is now.
"I hope Vincent has a way."
"Oh." Harry turned his attention to the window sill.
There was a girl stroking the newly arrived piano.
"They were probably bought by Malfoy with Galleons, so they didn't come to us."
"um, yes."
"These traitors!"
"correct."
Ron looked at him suddenly, "Harry, are you listening?"
"Ah, yes." Harry hurriedly looked away, "Actually, Gallon isn't omnipotent."
"Of course." Ron picked a table at random and sat down. "But without it, it would be very difficult for us to do anything."
"That makes sense." Harry sat facing the window.
His eyes gradually began to drift away.
"Hey, we can only rely on talent to attract members."
"Ah, well said."
"What Malfoy did will not affect the release of the Gwent card?"
"Certainly not."
"Harry, did you actually—"
Ron followed his gaze, but there was no dissatisfaction on his face, "Are you looking at this big guy? No wonder you're absent-minded."
Just the day before yesterday, another event recorded in history happened at Hogwarts.
It happened to be breakfast time, and outside there was a large group of owls pulling several large wooden boxes.
The first owl standing on the top of the box is clearly the most noble one in the entire castle.
Needless to say, it was definitely Vincent's stuff.
He is very fast, turning a small gate into a gate in the blink of an eye.
"What's in there?"
As soon as Neville asked, all the big boxes became smaller.
"The club's new entertainment."
Seeing that many people didn't believe it, Vincent opened the smallest box.
Inside is a very new, but seemingly handmade violin.
Qiu looked straight at that moment.
As long as she is free these two days, she will bring Marietta to the activity room.
It's a pity that Harry and Ron have been busy with three large parchment-length potions papers recently.
Otherwise, it wouldn't be possible for one to be stunned, and the other to be unaware of any abnormalities. .biqugé
"Harry, I bet there's more than that in those boxes."
"Yeah, I think so too."
Ron stretched out his hand and shook it in front of his eyes, "Go if you want, there is no limit to the activity room."
"In the past?" Harry looked back a little shyly, "No, let's play cards."
At the same time, Vincent, who had written a reply to his family, came to the fifth floor.
The world is amazing.
Whenever you try to stop something, you tend to make it happen.
When the big box was received, the letter from Wayne's family was also inside.
Omitting a large section of inquiry, the key point is that the Wayne couple will live a two-person world during the Christmas holiday.
After 13 years of marriage, they waited for this opportunity.
When he saw the specific location, Vincent was struck by lightning on the spot.
Eastern Europe is a tourist attraction with beautiful scenery and simple folk customs.
But this place happened to be within the territory of a certain big country.
What he can do, of course, is that the international situation is not peaceful as an excuse to send the reply to a certain owl who urgently needs to lose weight.
The letter from the Wayne couple was brought back last night by Gu Gu, who was visibly thinner by half a circle.
The content is not complicated, it can be summed up in two words: refuse.
Eric has a lot of acquaintances there, and there are enough guarantees in terms of safety.
Evelyn looks dignified and generous, but she is actually quite adventurous.
So Vincent's reply aroused their interest instead.
And after thinking about it all night, he had no choice but to accept this reality.
The letter I just wrote and sent was to ask the two of them to bring more pounds when they went, so as to avoid seeing some things they wanted but couldn't afford.
Vincent, who gave up on himself, just came to the activity room, and turned his head to look at the large room under renovation.
The bunch of little golden retrievers swaggering and commanding instantly swept away his depression.
"Yo, it's quite high-end~"
Draco almost kicked over a crystal sconce on the marble floor at the sound.
"Wayne!"
Vincent walked in and looked around, "As expected of the young master, I'm afraid this efficiency can be done tonight, right?"
"Humph--"
Draco raised his chin slightly, "When this is finished, your Fat Chicken Club will also be finished."
"Fat chicken?" Vincent turned his head and stared at the club logo designed with the silhouette of Gu Gu.
"How dare you call the most honorable owl in Hogwarts?"
"What's wrong with scolding!"
He turned his head back, "I advise you to pray that it doesn't hear, otherwise it will be difficult for you to use the owl in the future."
Draco said with disdain in his eyes: "It's a big deal!"
"Amazing!" Vincent held out his thumb, "By the way, have you decided on a name for this club?"
"Are you blind?"
He looked towards the ceiling where the crystal chandelier hung, and found a black swan gracefully spreading its wings.
"Black Swan?"
Draco stepped forward proudly, "Your taste is not good, and the members you can attract are all at your level."
Vincent's expression gradually cooled down.
In the Muggle world, a black swan refers to something that has a very low probability but will happen suddenly.
"Don't talk, I want to hit someone now."
Draco took a step back subconsciously, "Don't come here, there are many people here."
"Go out and talk?"
Talk shit!
"Forget it." Vincent gave him a deep look before leaving.
Regardless of whether it has anything to do with the name, this Black Swan Club must be finished.
……
……
