Chapter 139
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Qing Mo Da Xian
Lunch break the next day.
The members of the Black Swan Club are all here.
As soon as Puse, who was in a wheelchair, was pushed in, he saw Higgs with an innocent face.
If this man hadn't cast the Iron Armor Curse yesterday, his waist wouldn't have been hurt like this.
Higgs is pretty innocent.
If he didn't block it, he would be the one in the wheelchair now.
"Hmph!" Pussy snorted coldly, and pushed himself in.
Several boys inside were injured more seriously than one.
Draco's hand was less swollen, but still a bit bigger than usual;
Marcus wasn't crying or snot, but the dark circles under his eyes could prove that he didn't sleep well last night;
In addition to the red marks on Blaise's face, there is also a layer of faint green.
Crabbe and Goyle who were standing were the worst. Their entire faces were slightly swollen, and their skin was still glowing green.
As survivors, Pansy and Daphne finally knew why Draco couldn't handle Vincent.
His technique is impeccable, and each action takes a very short time.
And last night, his own dean went on patrol with lights on, and caught Blaise who was going to find a place in the Gryffindor dormitory.
Marcus took a sip of hot tea and rinsed his mouth, "It's not surprising that Wayne can disillusion, the problem is those weird little balls."
It can not only stain but also produce pustules, and it also has a terrible effect of being swollen when touched.
Speaking of this, Draco's eyes began to trance.
He has experienced all these things.
At the beginning, it was the original big dung egg;
Then sprayed with perfume that can cause boils;
Then came the choking soap that would smoke when exposed to water;
Finally, it is a powder that is difficult to fade even when rubbed against the skin.
Not to mention that every item has been upgraded now, and there is also new smoke and dust that can swell into a pig's trotter.
"Those tricky props are not the point."
Draco propped his chin on his hoof, "Even Professor Snape can't catch Wayne, this guy is more elusive than a ghost."
Blaise's knife is so stupid it's like paper.
"Huh—ghost?" Pan Xi sneered, "Bloodman Barrow can freely enter and leave the girls' dormitory, can he do it?"
It's questionable whether Vincent is a gentleman, but he does have places he can't get in or out of.
"You mean..." Daphne looked very surprised.
Boys can't do it, what about girls?
According to a newspaper that has always been unreliable, the Wayne family has been a traditional old gentleman for generations.
Pansy let out a ferocious laugh, "We have to change our target, the weakest and most incompetent target."
"Longbottom!" Blaise also grinned grimly.
The girl who bullied the little lion, how should she get revenge?
"Ho ho ho ho—" The two laughed like old bats.
Draco swept away the gloom on his face, "Longbottom is Wayne's roommate, this is just the beginning."
The Black Swan Club is full of joy again.
The Court of Owls was much happier.
According to some gossip, those students who asked for leave in the morning were injured one by one.
"Qiu, are you really not interested in Wayne?" Marietta kept her two big eyes fixed on the sweaty figure in the ring.
"We are just ordinary friends." Qiu's eyes never left the "Introduction to Piano" in his hand.
"Then I—forget it."
Harry at the next table breathed a sigh of relief again.
"What's the matter with you recently?" Ron played a sorting hat, "Interested in musical instruments?"
"Ah—yes." Harry hastily flipped over one of his cards.
"It's Dumbledore again!" Ron gave up directly.
He shouldn't have used the Sorting Hat, a magic card that forced a flop, otherwise he wouldn't have exploded in this round.
"Harry, your luck is almost as good as Vincent's."
The founder of the Gwent brand, his card luck is so strong that no one dares to challenge him.
As long as he draws two less vole cards, he doesn't have to punch sandbags in the arena alone.
"Ron, are you still going?"
"I decided to change my opponent."
Ron turned to look at Neville who was watching the twins playing cards, "Hey, do you want a handful of Gwent cards?"
"Okay."
Neville's card luck has always been very bad, so bad that even if he wins, he will not feel the joy of victory.
Harry, who had nothing to do, wandered around the activity room.
I am embarrassed to talk to Qiu;
Finding Vincent to fight is too boring;
It's not in the mood to find someone else to play cards.
He thought about it, and finally decided to go to Hermione.
The girls in the entire academy are the ones who know her best.
"Knowledge of music theory?" Hermione said in astonishment, "Do you really think I'm omnipotent?"
"They all call you Miss Know-It-All." Harry scratched his little face with some embarrassment. "My elementary school was terrible. Even the teachers were often late."
"Well, I'll only know a little bit." Hermione tore a blank page from a notebook that was almost full of notes.
"This is the phonetic symbol, and this is the stave..." She explained while drawing.
Harry was trying to remember the tadpoles.Fun Court
Vincent jumped down from the ring and took a sip of the warm water on the table next to him.
There are more students coming to the activity room now, and everyone can find something of interest.
Needless to say, the card players, girls have a ban on feeding, and they are either gossiping or gossiping.
Of course, there are also many who love to learn, such as Hermione and Harry.
Wait, Harry?
Vincent looked back again.
Oh, it turned out to be learning music.
He looked towards Qiu.
As someone who has experienced it, he can understand this shyness.
"What are you looking at?" Cedric, who just came over from get out of class, put his hand on his shoulder.
"I'm looking at a little boy who doesn't dare to confess."
Cedric followed his gaze and found that it was Hermione who was teaching earnestly and Harry who was learning humbly.
"Don't you say it was—well, I misunderstood them."
Vincent didn't stare at him now, "Why are you a rare visitor here?"
"I heard what happened last night."
"Fred and George?"
"That's right." Cedric stepped forward cautiously, "Although I shouldn't get involved, you can find me and Rove if you need anything."
"Really?"
"real."
The Black Swan Club is elitist, and the Court of Owls is quite gracious.
"Cuckoo is a little lonely, I plan to—"
"Stop, I'm going back first."
Small animals can generally attract girls, and girls can definitely attract boys.
But in this Hogwarts castle, not everyone has Rove's "passing by" talent.
If something happened in the Forbidden Forest, Cedric's little head would be covered with hats.
"Aren't you worried that points will be deducted?"
"We already have 1000 points."
"Snape won't give up."
"He shouldn't have thought about it recently."
The old bat has his eye on Vincent, which is a good thing to celebrate.
Cedric pouted, "You might as well put some Muggle fashion magazines."
"That's right!" Vincent glanced at Hermione, "You really know girls very well, Buttercup."
"Don't call it that name!" He immediately glared at Fred and George who had named them.
These two masters who feared the chaos of the world gave each of them a different name.
Buttercup Cedric,
Miss Know-It-All Hermione,
Little cute expert Rove,
Good Luck Mr. Vincent.
In a sense, these aliases make sense.
……
……
The members of the Black Swan Club are all here.
As soon as Puse, who was in a wheelchair, was pushed in, he saw Higgs with an innocent face.
If this man hadn't cast the Iron Armor Curse yesterday, his waist wouldn't have been hurt like this.
Higgs is pretty innocent.
If he didn't block it, he would be the one in the wheelchair now.
"Hmph!" Pussy snorted coldly, and pushed himself in.
Several boys inside were injured more seriously than one.
Draco's hand was less swollen, but still a bit bigger than usual;
Marcus wasn't crying or snot, but the dark circles under his eyes could prove that he didn't sleep well last night;
In addition to the red marks on Blaise's face, there is also a layer of faint green.
Crabbe and Goyle who were standing were the worst. Their entire faces were slightly swollen, and their skin was still glowing green.
As survivors, Pansy and Daphne finally knew why Draco couldn't handle Vincent.
His technique is impeccable, and each action takes a very short time.
And last night, his own dean went on patrol with lights on, and caught Blaise who was going to find a place in the Gryffindor dormitory.
Marcus took a sip of hot tea and rinsed his mouth, "It's not surprising that Wayne can disillusion, the problem is those weird little balls."
It can not only stain but also produce pustules, and it also has a terrible effect of being swollen when touched.
Speaking of this, Draco's eyes began to trance.
He has experienced all these things.
At the beginning, it was the original big dung egg;
Then sprayed with perfume that can cause boils;
Then came the choking soap that would smoke when exposed to water;
Finally, it is a powder that is difficult to fade even when rubbed against the skin.
Not to mention that every item has been upgraded now, and there is also new smoke and dust that can swell into a pig's trotter.
"Those tricky props are not the point."
Draco propped his chin on his hoof, "Even Professor Snape can't catch Wayne, this guy is more elusive than a ghost."
Blaise's knife is so stupid it's like paper.
"Huh—ghost?" Pan Xi sneered, "Bloodman Barrow can freely enter and leave the girls' dormitory, can he do it?"
It's questionable whether Vincent is a gentleman, but he does have places he can't get in or out of.
"You mean..." Daphne looked very surprised.
Boys can't do it, what about girls?
According to a newspaper that has always been unreliable, the Wayne family has been a traditional old gentleman for generations.
Pansy let out a ferocious laugh, "We have to change our target, the weakest and most incompetent target."
"Longbottom!" Blaise also grinned grimly.
The girl who bullied the little lion, how should she get revenge?
"Ho ho ho ho—" The two laughed like old bats.
Draco swept away the gloom on his face, "Longbottom is Wayne's roommate, this is just the beginning."
The Black Swan Club is full of joy again.
The Court of Owls was much happier.
According to some gossip, those students who asked for leave in the morning were injured one by one.
"Qiu, are you really not interested in Wayne?" Marietta kept her two big eyes fixed on the sweaty figure in the ring.
"We are just ordinary friends." Qiu's eyes never left the "Introduction to Piano" in his hand.
"Then I—forget it."
Harry at the next table breathed a sigh of relief again.
"What's the matter with you recently?" Ron played a sorting hat, "Interested in musical instruments?"
"Ah—yes." Harry hastily flipped over one of his cards.
"It's Dumbledore again!" Ron gave up directly.
He shouldn't have used the Sorting Hat, a magic card that forced a flop, otherwise he wouldn't have exploded in this round.
"Harry, your luck is almost as good as Vincent's."
The founder of the Gwent brand, his card luck is so strong that no one dares to challenge him.
As long as he draws two less vole cards, he doesn't have to punch sandbags in the arena alone.
"Ron, are you still going?"
"I decided to change my opponent."
Ron turned to look at Neville who was watching the twins playing cards, "Hey, do you want a handful of Gwent cards?"
"Okay."
Neville's card luck has always been very bad, so bad that even if he wins, he will not feel the joy of victory.
Harry, who had nothing to do, wandered around the activity room.
I am embarrassed to talk to Qiu;
Finding Vincent to fight is too boring;
It's not in the mood to find someone else to play cards.
He thought about it, and finally decided to go to Hermione.
The girls in the entire academy are the ones who know her best.
"Knowledge of music theory?" Hermione said in astonishment, "Do you really think I'm omnipotent?"
"They all call you Miss Know-It-All." Harry scratched his little face with some embarrassment. "My elementary school was terrible. Even the teachers were often late."
"Well, I'll only know a little bit." Hermione tore a blank page from a notebook that was almost full of notes.
"This is the phonetic symbol, and this is the stave..." She explained while drawing.
Harry was trying to remember the tadpoles.Fun Court
Vincent jumped down from the ring and took a sip of the warm water on the table next to him.
There are more students coming to the activity room now, and everyone can find something of interest.
Needless to say, the card players, girls have a ban on feeding, and they are either gossiping or gossiping.
Of course, there are also many who love to learn, such as Hermione and Harry.
Wait, Harry?
Vincent looked back again.
Oh, it turned out to be learning music.
He looked towards Qiu.
As someone who has experienced it, he can understand this shyness.
"What are you looking at?" Cedric, who just came over from get out of class, put his hand on his shoulder.
"I'm looking at a little boy who doesn't dare to confess."
Cedric followed his gaze and found that it was Hermione who was teaching earnestly and Harry who was learning humbly.
"Don't you say it was—well, I misunderstood them."
Vincent didn't stare at him now, "Why are you a rare visitor here?"
"I heard what happened last night."
"Fred and George?"
"That's right." Cedric stepped forward cautiously, "Although I shouldn't get involved, you can find me and Rove if you need anything."
"Really?"
"real."
The Black Swan Club is elitist, and the Court of Owls is quite gracious.
"Cuckoo is a little lonely, I plan to—"
"Stop, I'm going back first."
Small animals can generally attract girls, and girls can definitely attract boys.
But in this Hogwarts castle, not everyone has Rove's "passing by" talent.
If something happened in the Forbidden Forest, Cedric's little head would be covered with hats.
"Aren't you worried that points will be deducted?"
"We already have 1000 points."
"Snape won't give up."
"He shouldn't have thought about it recently."
The old bat has his eye on Vincent, which is a good thing to celebrate.
Cedric pouted, "You might as well put some Muggle fashion magazines."
"That's right!" Vincent glanced at Hermione, "You really know girls very well, Buttercup."
"Don't call it that name!" He immediately glared at Fred and George who had named them.
These two masters who feared the chaos of the world gave each of them a different name.
Buttercup Cedric,
Miss Know-It-All Hermione,
Little cute expert Rove,
Good Luck Mr. Vincent.
In a sense, these aliases make sense.
……
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