Chapter 18 The Golden Retriever who came to make friends
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Qing Mo Da Xian
Neville, who was holding a lantern, moved his butt unnaturally under the spotlight.
Hermione in the bow and Vincent in the stern seemed to him to have sparks in their eyes.
If there is a fight, he feels that the boat has a high probability of capsizing.
"Forehead--
this--
We are where we should be. "
In order to save his own life, Neville pointed to the exit of the tunnel in the distance.
Hermione turned her little head away and stopped staring at the stern.
Vincent looked up and found that at the end was a pier that seemed to be built under the castle.
The four founders of Hogwarts should have built the houseboat first, and then built the castle with magic.
"Come on, come with me—"
Hagrid descended to the ground in the rickety skiff.
He held his lantern aloft, illuminating a winding path upward.
Climbing up the dark rocks, and then passing through a tunnel that Haig Kankan can enter, the magnificent castle on the flat lawn comes into view.
Below it, there is a long stone staircase.
Vincent looked relaxed.
In terms of physical fitness, he dared to claim to be the strongest freshman this year.
Hermione and Neville, who were behind, saw that the man was neither blushing nor out of breath, so they couldn't help but quickly followed him.
"Hmph, what's the use of having well-developed limbs..."
In her impression of this type of students, most of them are scumbags who are No. 1 except for their studies.
such as fighting,
Another example is mischievous.
The Daily Prophet must have collected dirty money, and then said that the source of the news was wrong when the school was about to start, and that the three members of the Wayne family were all clean.
Vincent, who was surrounded by the little wizards in front of an oak gate, did not know that he had added many unique small labels to his back in just ten minutes.
He was staring blankly at the statues of two winged warthogs on top of the pillars at the school gate.
The Warthog School of Magic really lives up to its reputation!
Hagrid turned around, his big eyes twinkled like they were shining, "Is everything here?"
He raised his other hand that was not holding the lantern, clenched his fist and knocked three times on the castle gate.
Inside the slightly opened door stood Mag in an emerald green robe and a pointed wizard hat.
"Freshmen, this is Professor McGonagall."
"Thanks, Hagrid."
She opened the door with a serious expression, "Leave this to me."
The foyer was large, with flaming torches all over the stone walls.
The ceiling is so high that you can hardly see the top, and the front is a luxurious marble staircase that leads directly to the upper floor.
The freshmen following Mag heard increasingly clear and lively sounds as they walked.
The movement in the hall of the auditorium, to say the least, must have the appearance of five or six hundred people.
But before going in, the new students had to wait for the sorting ceremony in the small room on the other side.
"Welcome to Hogwarts."
Mag naturally put on a serious face, "The opening banquet is about to begin, but before you take your seats in the auditorium, you must first confirm which college you each enter..."
Hogwarts, a famous millennium school, has a total of four colleges, they are:
brave Gryffindor,
The wise and far-sighted Ravenclaw,
Industrious and faithful Hufflepuff,
And the powerful and shrewd Slytherin.
The lion, eagle, badger and snake are the symbols of their respective colleges.
"At the end of the year, the house with the highest score wins the house cup, which is a great honor."
Hermione, who was standing next to Vincent, turned her head and stared at him with extra vigilance.
"In a few minutes, the sorting ceremony will be held in front of all the teachers and students of the school.
I suggest that while you are waiting, you should tidy up yourselves and be more energetic. "
Mag's eyes fixed on Ron's nose.
That black, dirty thing was there when I was on the train.
"When it's ready over there, I'll come over as soon as possible—"
She looked at Vincent, and her eyes moved down to the brown fur ball in her arms.
"I hope everyone can keep quiet." She pursed her lips and left.
Hermione's eyes became a little sympathetic, "The professor will help you lose weight."
"I hope." Vincent clenched his hands tightly.
The golden-haired classmate who was beaten up on the train came to Harry with his two little brothers.
"You're Harry Potter, aren't you?"
"Yes." Harry looked at the two standing next to him.
"Oh, this is Crabbe, and this is Goyle." The golden retriever said in a very casual tone, "My name is Malfoy, Draco Malfoy."
Seeing Vincent stepping forward, Hermione followed without much hesitation.
Neville shrank his neck and followed.
Ron, next to Harry, suppressed a smile and coughed.
"Do you think my name is ridiculous?"
Draco raised his chin, so that his nostrils were squarely aimed at him, "My dad told me that the Weasleys were all redheaded, freckled, and too many children to support."
He turned to look Harry straight, "You'll soon find out that some wizarding families are much better than others.
Potter, you don't want to be friends with weird people, do you? "
He held out his right hand to Harry, "I can help you with that."
"Student Malfoy, you're being polite." Vincent squeezed his hand precisely, "I wonder if you can help me first?"
"Wayne..." Draco dragged his voice, his whole face flushed slightly.
It hurts, it really hurts.
Vincent increased his hands with a smile.
Draco bowed slightly in pain, "Why, you want to be in front of so many people?"
"of course not."
He endured the pain and straightened his back, "You'll regret it, Wayne."
"Indeed, I regretted going out."
Vincent let go of his hand, "I should give you a deeper memory."
If it's just pain, he has all kinds of methods, whether it's disgusting or not.
Draco hid his red right hand in the cuff of his school robe, with a ferocious expression on his face.
"Wayne, just wait for me."
Facts have shown that even adding two subordinates will definitely not be able to beat this person.
Now that the sorting ceremony is just around the corner, there is no need to limit one-for-one exchange.
"coward……"
He heard Ron's thoughts.
"Thank you, Vincent."
He heard Harry's thanks too.
Damn Wayne, actually broke the alliance between Malfoy and Potter.
In the eyes of pure-blood wizards who have joined the Death Eaters, Harry, the savior who defeated the bald socket man, will replace him and become the third Dark Lord.
Can the Malfoy family give up this chance to curry favor?
Draco was arrogant when he came, and he was still arrogant when he left.
It's just that when Ron talked about the past of the Malfoy family, he felt that his hands hidden under his sleeves began to ache again.
"They were the first people to come back to us after You-Know-Who disappeared, claiming to have been under the Imperius Curse.
My dad didn't believe them, he said old Malfoy didn't need to make any excuses, just one look and he would defect to the Dark Lord's forces. "
Ron's voice was not loud, but the freshmen nearby could hear it.
Draco, who was shaking and cold, quickly adjusted his mood.
So what if you are dominant in the Muggle world?
This is the magic world,
A world where magic decides the outcome.
……
……
Hermione in the bow and Vincent in the stern seemed to him to have sparks in their eyes.
If there is a fight, he feels that the boat has a high probability of capsizing.
"Forehead--
this--
We are where we should be. "
In order to save his own life, Neville pointed to the exit of the tunnel in the distance.
Hermione turned her little head away and stopped staring at the stern.
Vincent looked up and found that at the end was a pier that seemed to be built under the castle.
The four founders of Hogwarts should have built the houseboat first, and then built the castle with magic.
"Come on, come with me—"
Hagrid descended to the ground in the rickety skiff.
He held his lantern aloft, illuminating a winding path upward.
Climbing up the dark rocks, and then passing through a tunnel that Haig Kankan can enter, the magnificent castle on the flat lawn comes into view.
Below it, there is a long stone staircase.
Vincent looked relaxed.
In terms of physical fitness, he dared to claim to be the strongest freshman this year.
Hermione and Neville, who were behind, saw that the man was neither blushing nor out of breath, so they couldn't help but quickly followed him.
"Hmph, what's the use of having well-developed limbs..."
In her impression of this type of students, most of them are scumbags who are No. 1 except for their studies.
such as fighting,
Another example is mischievous.
The Daily Prophet must have collected dirty money, and then said that the source of the news was wrong when the school was about to start, and that the three members of the Wayne family were all clean.
Vincent, who was surrounded by the little wizards in front of an oak gate, did not know that he had added many unique small labels to his back in just ten minutes.
He was staring blankly at the statues of two winged warthogs on top of the pillars at the school gate.
The Warthog School of Magic really lives up to its reputation!
Hagrid turned around, his big eyes twinkled like they were shining, "Is everything here?"
He raised his other hand that was not holding the lantern, clenched his fist and knocked three times on the castle gate.
Inside the slightly opened door stood Mag in an emerald green robe and a pointed wizard hat.
"Freshmen, this is Professor McGonagall."
"Thanks, Hagrid."
She opened the door with a serious expression, "Leave this to me."
The foyer was large, with flaming torches all over the stone walls.
The ceiling is so high that you can hardly see the top, and the front is a luxurious marble staircase that leads directly to the upper floor.
The freshmen following Mag heard increasingly clear and lively sounds as they walked.
The movement in the hall of the auditorium, to say the least, must have the appearance of five or six hundred people.
But before going in, the new students had to wait for the sorting ceremony in the small room on the other side.
"Welcome to Hogwarts."
Mag naturally put on a serious face, "The opening banquet is about to begin, but before you take your seats in the auditorium, you must first confirm which college you each enter..."
Hogwarts, a famous millennium school, has a total of four colleges, they are:
brave Gryffindor,
The wise and far-sighted Ravenclaw,
Industrious and faithful Hufflepuff,
And the powerful and shrewd Slytherin.
The lion, eagle, badger and snake are the symbols of their respective colleges.
"At the end of the year, the house with the highest score wins the house cup, which is a great honor."
Hermione, who was standing next to Vincent, turned her head and stared at him with extra vigilance.
"In a few minutes, the sorting ceremony will be held in front of all the teachers and students of the school.
I suggest that while you are waiting, you should tidy up yourselves and be more energetic. "
Mag's eyes fixed on Ron's nose.
That black, dirty thing was there when I was on the train.
"When it's ready over there, I'll come over as soon as possible—"
She looked at Vincent, and her eyes moved down to the brown fur ball in her arms.
"I hope everyone can keep quiet." She pursed her lips and left.
Hermione's eyes became a little sympathetic, "The professor will help you lose weight."
"I hope." Vincent clenched his hands tightly.
The golden-haired classmate who was beaten up on the train came to Harry with his two little brothers.
"You're Harry Potter, aren't you?"
"Yes." Harry looked at the two standing next to him.
"Oh, this is Crabbe, and this is Goyle." The golden retriever said in a very casual tone, "My name is Malfoy, Draco Malfoy."
Seeing Vincent stepping forward, Hermione followed without much hesitation.
Neville shrank his neck and followed.
Ron, next to Harry, suppressed a smile and coughed.
"Do you think my name is ridiculous?"
Draco raised his chin, so that his nostrils were squarely aimed at him, "My dad told me that the Weasleys were all redheaded, freckled, and too many children to support."
He turned to look Harry straight, "You'll soon find out that some wizarding families are much better than others.
Potter, you don't want to be friends with weird people, do you? "
He held out his right hand to Harry, "I can help you with that."
"Student Malfoy, you're being polite." Vincent squeezed his hand precisely, "I wonder if you can help me first?"
"Wayne..." Draco dragged his voice, his whole face flushed slightly.
It hurts, it really hurts.
Vincent increased his hands with a smile.
Draco bowed slightly in pain, "Why, you want to be in front of so many people?"
"of course not."
He endured the pain and straightened his back, "You'll regret it, Wayne."
"Indeed, I regretted going out."
Vincent let go of his hand, "I should give you a deeper memory."
If it's just pain, he has all kinds of methods, whether it's disgusting or not.
Draco hid his red right hand in the cuff of his school robe, with a ferocious expression on his face.
"Wayne, just wait for me."
Facts have shown that even adding two subordinates will definitely not be able to beat this person.
Now that the sorting ceremony is just around the corner, there is no need to limit one-for-one exchange.
"coward……"
He heard Ron's thoughts.
"Thank you, Vincent."
He heard Harry's thanks too.
Damn Wayne, actually broke the alliance between Malfoy and Potter.
In the eyes of pure-blood wizards who have joined the Death Eaters, Harry, the savior who defeated the bald socket man, will replace him and become the third Dark Lord.
Can the Malfoy family give up this chance to curry favor?
Draco was arrogant when he came, and he was still arrogant when he left.
It's just that when Ron talked about the past of the Malfoy family, he felt that his hands hidden under his sleeves began to ache again.
"They were the first people to come back to us after You-Know-Who disappeared, claiming to have been under the Imperius Curse.
My dad didn't believe them, he said old Malfoy didn't need to make any excuses, just one look and he would defect to the Dark Lord's forces. "
Ron's voice was not loud, but the freshmen nearby could hear it.
Draco, who was shaking and cold, quickly adjusted his mood.
So what if you are dominant in the Muggle world?
This is the magic world,
A world where magic decides the outcome.
……
……
