Chapter 153 Draco is Hungry Crazy
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Qing Mo Da Xian
There are many genres of fighting, some simple and others complex.
Like some family that once ravaged the town of Birmingham and sewed razor blades into the brims of their hats, using street style.
They don't talk about routines, and they habitually carry weapons on their bodies.
Even if you're just holding a stick, don't underestimate this group of people.
The "fierce, accurate and ruthless" in their hearts is stronger than some Muay Thai practitioners.
"Why are you so familiar with these gang affairs?"
"My great-grandfather was in gangs, and he quit after my grandpa was born."
Hermione nodded as if suddenly realized, "No wonder you always have so many weird ideas."
Vincent twitched the corner of his mouth lightly, "He's not a bad guy, my grandpa said he was also forced by life."
In the last century, the total industrial output was still the largest, and it has been pulled up to the present by the end of the century.
In the era of his great-grandfather, there was even a strike wave of nearly 200 million people.
Gang gangs became the only way out for British gentlemen at that time.
"Eh—" Hermione felt a little guilty when he saw it.
She is not sure if anyone in the family has been involved in gangs, after all, it was all 80 years ago.
"Then what genre are you?"
"Me? No genre."
"what???"
Vincent was very satisfied with her surprised little expression, "My father learned some simple and practical fighting skills in the army. You can see that the ones I use are not very fancy."
"Like taekwondo?"
"correct."
In the Monster Room of East Asia lives a cosmic country, where the average person is full of self-confidence and loves to show off their "tradition".
American soldiers picked up the leftover ham and cheese, and added some of their own "traditional food" to become the so-called "military hot pot".
Minor revisions of clothing during the Ming Dynasty, the only major country in the East, directly occupied the name of this type of clothing.
It is a bit ridiculous that the spirit of Taekwondo is etiquette, integrity, patience, self-denial, and perseverance.
Hermione didn't like the country either.
Typical people are still addicted to vegetables, and it is estimated that they can have a [-]-[-] split with golden retriever classmates.
"Ah—" Draco in the dormitory sneezed four or five times in a row.
Winter is here, how can this dungeon drop below freezing?
He reached out and tapped on the large glass where he could see the bottom of the black lake.
The ugly mermaid from outside swam over.
"Muggle lakes are waste!"
Looking at the Black Lake outside, it didn't freeze at such a low temperature.
"Draco, they're having a party in the Great Hall." Crabbe, in short-sleeves, was mopping wet hair with a towel.
"Not interested." Draco didn't care about the clothes of the two followers.
With this body shape, the physique is not surprising.
"Our lunch..."
"If you miss a meal, you will die?"
"I heard they got Dumbledore's approval slip, and they can do it until night."
"Idiot!" Draco's face quickly returned to normal, "I'm going to you guys, I'm not interested in Wayne's party."
"Oh." Crabbe took a suit of clothes and went back to the shower to find Goyle who had forgotten his clothes.
It's only two meals, and people won't starve to death.
There were already quite a few Slytherin students in the auditorium.
They have pure blood and mixed blood, but there is no holy 28 family.
Both Crabbe and Goyle's minds went off.
Let's go after eating, why sit down and play cards.
It doesn't matter if you play cards, the key is Gwent cards.
"This is lending money to the enemy!" Gore opened his mouth and tore off a large piece of leg of lamb.
"That's right!" Crabbe swallowed the game pie, "No, Wayne and the others can make it, why can't we?"
"That's right, who stipulated that the Gwent card is theirs!"
As soon as the two well-fed and smart people returned to the dormitory, they shared this idea that could bring about a fatal blow to the Owl Court.
"Idiot, do you think it can be published without Dumbledore's consent?"
"Ah..." Goyle scratched his head, "Draco, isn't your family very well connected?"
"That's in the British Isles!"
Crabbe patted his head belatedly, "That's right, Wayne's Gwent card is obviously more than the two forces of Hogwarts and Fantastic Beasts." Seven
Draco stared like an idiot.
"Except for Dumbledore's magical power and international reputation, the rest is basically not as strong as our Malfoy family."
"By the way!" Goyle raised his head sharply, "Those meals are made by Hufflepuff students, and they Gryffindors are just responsible for serving the dishes."
Draco thought he would have some insight, but when he heard this, his face turned black on the spot.
"I'm not going!"
"Oh."
Boys are also unwilling to go, as well as Marcus and Blaise, the two brothers and sisters.
The former had just lost face, while the latter's golden light had only faded for a long time.
Oh, and the lanky Theodore Knott.
He is the lone wolf of Slytherin, never forming gangs and joining in the fun.
Like Draco, his father was also a Death Eater.
Or the first batch of veterans.
Cantanclus Knott, who wrote the "Pure Blood List" decades ago, is also his grandfather's biological brother.
Such a prominent young master can only nest in the dormitory and eat bread.
But at least he had something to eat, unlike Draco who was hungry until the sun went down.
"Goo-"
Crabbe and Goyle rose as if summoned.
"We'll bring something back."
"Need not."
For such a stubborn and willful young master, it's no wonder that the temperature in this dungeon has dropped below zero.
"Quickly disappear before my eyes—" Draco said weakly.
"Oh."
Crabbe and Goyle walked away without looking back.
If you don't eat more, how can you have a good body to protect this thin young master?
Reasonable and convincing.
When they came to the auditorium again, they found two little girls with long cloaks sitting at the edge of the long table.
"Why do they look so familiar?"
"It's Parkinson and Greengrass!"
As a pure blood, it's fine if you don't lead by example, but you actually covered your face tightly.
"They are betraying!" Crabbe was so angry that he stuffed the whole pork chop into his mouth.
Goyle cut open a large meat pie with a look of grief and indignation.
"It's no wonder that neither of them has finished like this, this level of concentration can't be compared with Draco's at all!"
After the two people who were almost the same enemy finished eating, they didn't even intend to take dessert back.
Draco was exhausted from hunger, he slapped the side of the bed and sat up when he heard the accusation of the two with red faces.
"damn it!"
He put on high-end wool slippers and ran out of the dormitory.
Crabbe and Goyle, who stayed behind, stared wide-eyed.
"Should it be to denounce them?"
"very possible."
However, the place Draco went was not the girls' dormitory, but the auditorium where the party was still held.
Thank goodness there is still food.
The way he devours food has nothing to do with elegance.
……
……
Like some family that once ravaged the town of Birmingham and sewed razor blades into the brims of their hats, using street style.
They don't talk about routines, and they habitually carry weapons on their bodies.
Even if you're just holding a stick, don't underestimate this group of people.
The "fierce, accurate and ruthless" in their hearts is stronger than some Muay Thai practitioners.
"Why are you so familiar with these gang affairs?"
"My great-grandfather was in gangs, and he quit after my grandpa was born."
Hermione nodded as if suddenly realized, "No wonder you always have so many weird ideas."
Vincent twitched the corner of his mouth lightly, "He's not a bad guy, my grandpa said he was also forced by life."
In the last century, the total industrial output was still the largest, and it has been pulled up to the present by the end of the century.
In the era of his great-grandfather, there was even a strike wave of nearly 200 million people.
Gang gangs became the only way out for British gentlemen at that time.
"Eh—" Hermione felt a little guilty when he saw it.
She is not sure if anyone in the family has been involved in gangs, after all, it was all 80 years ago.
"Then what genre are you?"
"Me? No genre."
"what???"
Vincent was very satisfied with her surprised little expression, "My father learned some simple and practical fighting skills in the army. You can see that the ones I use are not very fancy."
"Like taekwondo?"
"correct."
In the Monster Room of East Asia lives a cosmic country, where the average person is full of self-confidence and loves to show off their "tradition".
American soldiers picked up the leftover ham and cheese, and added some of their own "traditional food" to become the so-called "military hot pot".
Minor revisions of clothing during the Ming Dynasty, the only major country in the East, directly occupied the name of this type of clothing.
It is a bit ridiculous that the spirit of Taekwondo is etiquette, integrity, patience, self-denial, and perseverance.
Hermione didn't like the country either.
Typical people are still addicted to vegetables, and it is estimated that they can have a [-]-[-] split with golden retriever classmates.
"Ah—" Draco in the dormitory sneezed four or five times in a row.
Winter is here, how can this dungeon drop below freezing?
He reached out and tapped on the large glass where he could see the bottom of the black lake.
The ugly mermaid from outside swam over.
"Muggle lakes are waste!"
Looking at the Black Lake outside, it didn't freeze at such a low temperature.
"Draco, they're having a party in the Great Hall." Crabbe, in short-sleeves, was mopping wet hair with a towel.
"Not interested." Draco didn't care about the clothes of the two followers.
With this body shape, the physique is not surprising.
"Our lunch..."
"If you miss a meal, you will die?"
"I heard they got Dumbledore's approval slip, and they can do it until night."
"Idiot!" Draco's face quickly returned to normal, "I'm going to you guys, I'm not interested in Wayne's party."
"Oh." Crabbe took a suit of clothes and went back to the shower to find Goyle who had forgotten his clothes.
It's only two meals, and people won't starve to death.
There were already quite a few Slytherin students in the auditorium.
They have pure blood and mixed blood, but there is no holy 28 family.
Both Crabbe and Goyle's minds went off.
Let's go after eating, why sit down and play cards.
It doesn't matter if you play cards, the key is Gwent cards.
"This is lending money to the enemy!" Gore opened his mouth and tore off a large piece of leg of lamb.
"That's right!" Crabbe swallowed the game pie, "No, Wayne and the others can make it, why can't we?"
"That's right, who stipulated that the Gwent card is theirs!"
As soon as the two well-fed and smart people returned to the dormitory, they shared this idea that could bring about a fatal blow to the Owl Court.
"Idiot, do you think it can be published without Dumbledore's consent?"
"Ah..." Goyle scratched his head, "Draco, isn't your family very well connected?"
"That's in the British Isles!"
Crabbe patted his head belatedly, "That's right, Wayne's Gwent card is obviously more than the two forces of Hogwarts and Fantastic Beasts." Seven
Draco stared like an idiot.
"Except for Dumbledore's magical power and international reputation, the rest is basically not as strong as our Malfoy family."
"By the way!" Goyle raised his head sharply, "Those meals are made by Hufflepuff students, and they Gryffindors are just responsible for serving the dishes."
Draco thought he would have some insight, but when he heard this, his face turned black on the spot.
"I'm not going!"
"Oh."
Boys are also unwilling to go, as well as Marcus and Blaise, the two brothers and sisters.
The former had just lost face, while the latter's golden light had only faded for a long time.
Oh, and the lanky Theodore Knott.
He is the lone wolf of Slytherin, never forming gangs and joining in the fun.
Like Draco, his father was also a Death Eater.
Or the first batch of veterans.
Cantanclus Knott, who wrote the "Pure Blood List" decades ago, is also his grandfather's biological brother.
Such a prominent young master can only nest in the dormitory and eat bread.
But at least he had something to eat, unlike Draco who was hungry until the sun went down.
"Goo-"
Crabbe and Goyle rose as if summoned.
"We'll bring something back."
"Need not."
For such a stubborn and willful young master, it's no wonder that the temperature in this dungeon has dropped below zero.
"Quickly disappear before my eyes—" Draco said weakly.
"Oh."
Crabbe and Goyle walked away without looking back.
If you don't eat more, how can you have a good body to protect this thin young master?
Reasonable and convincing.
When they came to the auditorium again, they found two little girls with long cloaks sitting at the edge of the long table.
"Why do they look so familiar?"
"It's Parkinson and Greengrass!"
As a pure blood, it's fine if you don't lead by example, but you actually covered your face tightly.
"They are betraying!" Crabbe was so angry that he stuffed the whole pork chop into his mouth.
Goyle cut open a large meat pie with a look of grief and indignation.
"It's no wonder that neither of them has finished like this, this level of concentration can't be compared with Draco's at all!"
After the two people who were almost the same enemy finished eating, they didn't even intend to take dessert back.
Draco was exhausted from hunger, he slapped the side of the bed and sat up when he heard the accusation of the two with red faces.
"damn it!"
He put on high-end wool slippers and ran out of the dormitory.
Crabbe and Goyle, who stayed behind, stared wide-eyed.
"Should it be to denounce them?"
"very possible."
However, the place Draco went was not the girls' dormitory, but the auditorium where the party was still held.
Thank goodness there is still food.
The way he devours food has nothing to do with elegance.
……
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