Chapter 184 Draco Has Countless Plans
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Qing Mo Da Xian
Bull, as the maker of this compound decoction, can basically be sure that someone has tampered with it.
No wonder it hasn't thickened after 30 days of boiling, no wonder the smell is so complicated.
Just as he was about to speak out about his discovery, Higgs' entire face contorted into a ball.
Big round eyes, slender and sharp downward beak.
Pansy was so frightened that she hugged a small arm next to her.
She is quite strong.
Grinning his teeth in pain, Draco looked down again, and there were gray-gold feathers growing on Higgs' face.
"Ah—" Pansy pressed harder.
Although Daphne on the other side of her was not so exaggerated, her little face was also pale with fright.
The human head becomes a bird's head, and it also grows hair.
Marcus turned his head a little unbearably.
Blaise fished a bottle of tranquilizer from his trouser pocket.
Crabbe scratched his head and asked Goyle, "Does this round, fat head look familiar to you?"
"It looks familiar, I seem to see it every day."
"It's Wayne's owl!" Draco pushed Pansy away, "The idiot must have picked up the wrong feather!"
Bull narrowed his eyes.
Higgs, whose body was still changing, saw that his hands had grown feathers, and he fell down unsteadily.
"Hurry up and take the person away!" Draco gave up struggling.
The more he resisted, the tighter Pansy hugged him.
One after the other, Crabbe and Goyle dragged the owlman out of the common room.
Blaise put Jin Gallon back into his trouser pocket very calmly.
Tranquilizers can eliminate negative emotions and make people calm down quickly.
Realizing something, Bull suddenly straightened up, "Wayne must have messed with his hair!"
"How?"
"Maybe it's not Wayne's hair at all!"
Marcus snorted coldly, "Why didn't you fail to cook it?"
"Impossible!" Bull said categorically: "It took a long time because of the weather. If it's summer, I only need 20 days!"
"This hair shows no signs of Transfiguration."
"They can even make that damn thing that grows when it touches water. Surely they can make a hair out of that owl's fur!"
Bull pinched half of his ash-blonde hair confidently, "Higgs was taken out of the shower drain, this is too much of a coincidence."
Pansy let go, "This idiot must have been fooled by Wayne!"
Draco rubbed his little arm lightly, "Very well, I knew this bastard was not easy to deal with."
All those present were more or less punished by the six little ones.
If you fail the first time, try again.
"Who's going?"
Every time Draco's gaze swept over a person, they lowered their heads resentfully.
Pussey said that although his waist injury has healed, he has not had time to learn the illusion spell.
Bull stared eagerly at the remaining four bottles of Polyjuice Potion.
Since it's not working behind the scenes, let's make it clear!
The first candidate is of course Draco who has had physical contact many times.
But everyone knows that he can't even touch Mao.
Marcus is a prefect, and the consequences of doing it will be serious.
Blaise seems to be okay, but he is actually a scumbag that even Neville can't beat.
The remaining students would probably be kicked away before they got close.
After thinking about it, boys can't do it.
Pansy puffed out her small chest, "Hey—it's just a Wayne!"
Everyone looked past her one after another, and looked at Daphne next to her.
"I?"
"He wouldn't do it to someone who wasn't a threat."
Draco knew Vincent very well.
If he hadn't provoked on the train, he certainly wouldn't have been beaten severely.
Daphne's small face was full of confusion, "Wayne is not an idiot, and the investigation about Dumbledore is almost over, right?"
"That's Fudge's problem!"
Mentioning this made Draco furious.
Obviously his father gave him all the money, but he actually brought him back during the Christmas holiday.
He also wanted to use compound decoction to send Vincent away, but now he could only ruin his reputation at best.
"After school starts, you send Wayne a letter asking him to go to a place where no one is around."
A trace of surprise flashed across Daphne's face, "What letter do you want me to write?"
Pansy stretched out her hand to protect her, "No, what if Wayne did something to her?"
"Then it couldn't be better."
Dare to bully female classmates, even Dumbledore can't keep him.
But before that, you have to successfully make an appointment with someone.
A love letter is unrealistic, and a war letter is even more unrealistic.
Everyone present turned their attention to Draco.
Those who know you best are often enemies.
"I have countless options."
Pansy was relieved, and so was Daphne.
No amount of sacrifice would be worth it if this little wizard who had tarnished the honor of pure blood was driven out of Hogwarts.
Blaise grinned grimly, "I don't believe Wayne won't be fooled this time!"
Marcus's big mouth was almost grinning to the back of his head, "I will double the previous shame!"
Bull was the only one in the common room who was worried.
The compound decoction had been tampered with, which proved that Vincent knew their every move.
It doesn't matter whether Daphne can get a date, the important thing is that he has to get out of the pot as soon as possible
……
……
Vincent, who was far away in Devon, stretched himself.
In one afternoon, there were already twenty more orichanite bullets with different patterns.
This is a very energy-consuming thing, and he feels a little sleepy.
He yawned and came to the seventh floor, and found that Dumbledore and Nico had actually played Gwent.
The battle was quite fierce. After the two players finished playing the cards in their hands, their power values were both the same 51.
After three rounds, Vincent sat down at the dining table again, yawning.
Wonderful is wonderful, but the ability of these two to lock points is too strong.
If he were to face anyone, he would have a desperate number in his opening hand.
It was precisely because of this tactic that no one in the entire Owl Court club would play cards with him except Hermione.
"Son, are you sleepy?" Perenal came with two covered saucers.
"Yes, the magic circuit consumes too much energy."
Vincent reached out his hand curiously, but she slapped it off mercilessly.
"Eat some bread first if you are hungry."
He picked up a baguette with his mouth flattened, "Madame LeMay, why do you think it is made into a long strip?"
"Napoleon issued a decree on army bread in order to make it easier for soldiers to carry bread with them."
Vincent broke it in half vigorously, "I think it's a weapon for camouflage."
"That's right." Perenal nodded seriously.
"Er—I was joking."
"I was joking too."
Although the nutritional value of baguette is not high, it is very healthy.
"Son, don't you want to try it?"
Vincent opened his mouth and took a bite.
Crunchy on the outside, chewy on the inside.
"I should have sliced it for dipping."
Perenal was amused by his expression.
As expected of a Gryffindor student, he dared to challenge the hardness of a baguette with his teeth.
……
……
No wonder it hasn't thickened after 30 days of boiling, no wonder the smell is so complicated.
Just as he was about to speak out about his discovery, Higgs' entire face contorted into a ball.
Big round eyes, slender and sharp downward beak.
Pansy was so frightened that she hugged a small arm next to her.
She is quite strong.
Grinning his teeth in pain, Draco looked down again, and there were gray-gold feathers growing on Higgs' face.
"Ah—" Pansy pressed harder.
Although Daphne on the other side of her was not so exaggerated, her little face was also pale with fright.
The human head becomes a bird's head, and it also grows hair.
Marcus turned his head a little unbearably.
Blaise fished a bottle of tranquilizer from his trouser pocket.
Crabbe scratched his head and asked Goyle, "Does this round, fat head look familiar to you?"
"It looks familiar, I seem to see it every day."
"It's Wayne's owl!" Draco pushed Pansy away, "The idiot must have picked up the wrong feather!"
Bull narrowed his eyes.
Higgs, whose body was still changing, saw that his hands had grown feathers, and he fell down unsteadily.
"Hurry up and take the person away!" Draco gave up struggling.
The more he resisted, the tighter Pansy hugged him.
One after the other, Crabbe and Goyle dragged the owlman out of the common room.
Blaise put Jin Gallon back into his trouser pocket very calmly.
Tranquilizers can eliminate negative emotions and make people calm down quickly.
Realizing something, Bull suddenly straightened up, "Wayne must have messed with his hair!"
"How?"
"Maybe it's not Wayne's hair at all!"
Marcus snorted coldly, "Why didn't you fail to cook it?"
"Impossible!" Bull said categorically: "It took a long time because of the weather. If it's summer, I only need 20 days!"
"This hair shows no signs of Transfiguration."
"They can even make that damn thing that grows when it touches water. Surely they can make a hair out of that owl's fur!"
Bull pinched half of his ash-blonde hair confidently, "Higgs was taken out of the shower drain, this is too much of a coincidence."
Pansy let go, "This idiot must have been fooled by Wayne!"
Draco rubbed his little arm lightly, "Very well, I knew this bastard was not easy to deal with."
All those present were more or less punished by the six little ones.
If you fail the first time, try again.
"Who's going?"
Every time Draco's gaze swept over a person, they lowered their heads resentfully.
Pussey said that although his waist injury has healed, he has not had time to learn the illusion spell.
Bull stared eagerly at the remaining four bottles of Polyjuice Potion.
Since it's not working behind the scenes, let's make it clear!
The first candidate is of course Draco who has had physical contact many times.
But everyone knows that he can't even touch Mao.
Marcus is a prefect, and the consequences of doing it will be serious.
Blaise seems to be okay, but he is actually a scumbag that even Neville can't beat.
The remaining students would probably be kicked away before they got close.
After thinking about it, boys can't do it.
Pansy puffed out her small chest, "Hey—it's just a Wayne!"
Everyone looked past her one after another, and looked at Daphne next to her.
"I?"
"He wouldn't do it to someone who wasn't a threat."
Draco knew Vincent very well.
If he hadn't provoked on the train, he certainly wouldn't have been beaten severely.
Daphne's small face was full of confusion, "Wayne is not an idiot, and the investigation about Dumbledore is almost over, right?"
"That's Fudge's problem!"
Mentioning this made Draco furious.
Obviously his father gave him all the money, but he actually brought him back during the Christmas holiday.
He also wanted to use compound decoction to send Vincent away, but now he could only ruin his reputation at best.
"After school starts, you send Wayne a letter asking him to go to a place where no one is around."
A trace of surprise flashed across Daphne's face, "What letter do you want me to write?"
Pansy stretched out her hand to protect her, "No, what if Wayne did something to her?"
"Then it couldn't be better."
Dare to bully female classmates, even Dumbledore can't keep him.
But before that, you have to successfully make an appointment with someone.
A love letter is unrealistic, and a war letter is even more unrealistic.
Everyone present turned their attention to Draco.
Those who know you best are often enemies.
"I have countless options."
Pansy was relieved, and so was Daphne.
No amount of sacrifice would be worth it if this little wizard who had tarnished the honor of pure blood was driven out of Hogwarts.
Blaise grinned grimly, "I don't believe Wayne won't be fooled this time!"
Marcus's big mouth was almost grinning to the back of his head, "I will double the previous shame!"
Bull was the only one in the common room who was worried.
The compound decoction had been tampered with, which proved that Vincent knew their every move.
It doesn't matter whether Daphne can get a date, the important thing is that he has to get out of the pot as soon as possible
……
……
Vincent, who was far away in Devon, stretched himself.
In one afternoon, there were already twenty more orichanite bullets with different patterns.
This is a very energy-consuming thing, and he feels a little sleepy.
He yawned and came to the seventh floor, and found that Dumbledore and Nico had actually played Gwent.
The battle was quite fierce. After the two players finished playing the cards in their hands, their power values were both the same 51.
After three rounds, Vincent sat down at the dining table again, yawning.
Wonderful is wonderful, but the ability of these two to lock points is too strong.
If he were to face anyone, he would have a desperate number in his opening hand.
It was precisely because of this tactic that no one in the entire Owl Court club would play cards with him except Hermione.
"Son, are you sleepy?" Perenal came with two covered saucers.
"Yes, the magic circuit consumes too much energy."
Vincent reached out his hand curiously, but she slapped it off mercilessly.
"Eat some bread first if you are hungry."
He picked up a baguette with his mouth flattened, "Madame LeMay, why do you think it is made into a long strip?"
"Napoleon issued a decree on army bread in order to make it easier for soldiers to carry bread with them."
Vincent broke it in half vigorously, "I think it's a weapon for camouflage."
"That's right." Perenal nodded seriously.
"Er—I was joking."
"I was joking too."
Although the nutritional value of baguette is not high, it is very healthy.
"Son, don't you want to try it?"
Vincent opened his mouth and took a bite.
Crunchy on the outside, chewy on the inside.
"I should have sliced it for dipping."
Perenal was amused by his expression.
As expected of a Gryffindor student, he dared to challenge the hardness of a baguette with his teeth.
……
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