Chapter 188 Welcome Chairman
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Qing Mo Da Xian
If you want to understand what happened to the Wayne couple, you can only find the answer from the letter that has not been opened.
Curiosity triumphs over fear.
Vincent was completely relieved after seeing the two lines.
Not a civil war, not a terrorist attack.
The ruins were made by dark wizards who messed around.
If Daying Magic World is an exquisite three-story building, there is a wooden house full of industrial style inside and out.
The speed of destruction is fast, and the speed of Aurors is also fast.
If the Wayne couple hadn't revealed that their son was studying at Hogwarts, their memory would have been wiped out long ago.
And the one who took the photo for them was a senior Auror over there, Niniel Ovich Ostrovsky.
He didn't believe it at first, until Eric dug out a few copies of the "Daily Prophet" that he carried with him.
Ostrovsky took a 180-degree turn and said he had drank Gamp more than a decade ago on a business trip.
After drinking two bottles of Wizard Pure Vodka, Eric became good friends with him and talked about everything.
Seeing this, Vincent suddenly remembered some kind of special bread.
If the baguettes face Da Lieba, it is unknown who can win the title of strongest.
The last paragraph of the letter is a complaint from Evelyn.
She said Eric made a lot of purchases while drunk and maxed out three cards.
A chill rushed straight to his celestial spirit cover.
Their Wayne family is not rich, but they have hundreds of thousands of pounds in savings.
This is the principal that Old Wayne gave him to start his business.
Judging from the exploding card situation, I am afraid that all the money will have to be used to repay the debt.
He lay powerless on his back on the couch feather bed, staring blankly at the ceiling until his roommates came back.
"Welcome back!" Both James and Alfred opened their hands enthusiastically.
"Ah, I'm back."
Neville glanced timidly at the Vickers machine gun.
"Is this a Christmas present from your parents?"
"Ah—yes."
Vincent sat up blankly, "Do you know? I'm going from a rich second generation to a negative second generation."
"Negative?" Neville nodded blankly, "It's okay, don't you think Ron's family is doing well."
The Weasleys were really nice.
Although it was simple and poor, judging from the expressions on Fred and George's description, they should all be living happily.
Thinking about it this way, Vincent felt that it was actually acceptable.
"You're good at comforting people."
"Really?" Neville was flattered, "Probably because I often comfort myself."
Vincent patted him on the shoulder distressedly, "It's okay, you are much better now than when you first started school."
"Thank you.
There are also Lao Zhan and Ah Fu. "
"I'll take you to an outing in the Forbidden Forest some other day."
"Ah? Isn't it impossible for us to go?"
"I have a note from Professor Dumbledore."
"The weather is still cold now, can we go again in March?"
"agree!"
Vincent came to the activity room with three roommates.
The black swan on the opposite side closed the door tightly, and the president probably ran away with his sister-in-law.
Unfortunately, Pansy has no sister.
"They all went back?"
"No, people like Malfoy stay in the dungeon all the time except for eating."
James also mysteriously revealed a big news.
Seventh grader Higgs had magically turned into Owlman a week earlier.
According to one pair of red-haired twins, the man was so stupid that he mistook owl feathers for hair.
Judging from the big eyes and round head, the clever little wizard has already guessed the answer.
"They must be trying to frame you!" Alfred kicked the gorgeous sterling silver gate angrily.
The black swan has been playing dirty tricks, but it disgusts the little lions.
"What kind of bullshit is this!" James, who shared the same hatred with the enemy, also kicked, "Do good people have to be bullied by them?"
"Yes!" Neville stepped down five or six times, "My grandma is right, they are a bunch of annoying people!"
Vincent, who had no guilt at all, made up his last foot, and the whole door became precarious.
"What are you doing?" Hermione came downstairs with a lot of card packs in her arms.
When she saw it was Vincent, she naturally loosened her tight lips.
"Collect some interest first~"
"Excuse me, continue."
As soon as Vincent raised his foot, her big white eyes were thrown over.
"Sales manager, are you still selling card packs?"
Such a tough performance stunned James and Alfred.
To be able to talk to Hermione, who is even stern-faced by one Nutter less, in this tone, is indeed President Wayne who can create the Court of Owls.
"Yes, Lord President!"
Her eyes contained many complex emotions.
Vincent, who understood a little bit, restrained the little complacency on his face.
He had just entered the playroom when both Fred and George suddenly jumped from either side of the door.
"Welcome, Chairman!"
Each of them held a thin colorful stick in their hands.
As they were thrown into the sky, countless sparkling magic firework effects exploded from inside.
Still a familiar smell,
The taste of Hogwarts,
The taste of Gryffindor,
Taste of the Court of Owls.
When the students in the activity room saw Vincent, they all put down what they were doing, stood up and gave warm applause.
"How about an outing with our club another day?"
"There are too many people."
"It doesn't matter, Snape has nothing to do with us."
Neville really wanted to know where this confidence came from.
The current him is much better than his original submissive personality.
But the only constant loyalty has always been Snape.
Maybe, this is true love.
Hermione raised her little hand and shook it, "Why don't you say something to make everyone happy?"
"[-]% off card packs!" Vincent's eyes fixed on Gu Gu who was getting fat again.
It was flirting with Raife, most likely it was discussing about running away.
"There is a party in the activity room tonight!"
The already loud cheers instantly became deafening.
But the party was dragged off to after dinner after a professor vehemently objected.
Many students had no appetite that night, especially the Hufflepuff students who had to be cooks later.
"Don't do it! If you beat me to death, don't be a taster again!"
Cedric said it quite emphatically.
It's just that when Justin brought over a low-profile version of beef braised in red wine, he was really delicious immediately.
Hermione felt compelled to remind him that red wine was not to be eaten with pumpkin and peppers.
Vincent, who was setting up the activity room, said lightly, "Is there anything wrong?
Seid was uncomfortable last time, so the Black Swan gang was also uncomfortable. "
She didn't know how to refute.
"Look, the door of their club is about to fall, why don't we tear it down later?"
"This is a violation of school rules!"
"You don't say it, I don't say it, who will know that this is my idea?"
After all, the law does not blame everyone, one kick is enough.
"I actually think this makes sense!" Hermione shook her head in surprise, "Just go, don't call me."
"Okay." Vincent continued to arrange the activity room.
My mouth said no, my body is not...
He understands.
……
……
Curiosity triumphs over fear.
Vincent was completely relieved after seeing the two lines.
Not a civil war, not a terrorist attack.
The ruins were made by dark wizards who messed around.
If Daying Magic World is an exquisite three-story building, there is a wooden house full of industrial style inside and out.
The speed of destruction is fast, and the speed of Aurors is also fast.
If the Wayne couple hadn't revealed that their son was studying at Hogwarts, their memory would have been wiped out long ago.
And the one who took the photo for them was a senior Auror over there, Niniel Ovich Ostrovsky.
He didn't believe it at first, until Eric dug out a few copies of the "Daily Prophet" that he carried with him.
Ostrovsky took a 180-degree turn and said he had drank Gamp more than a decade ago on a business trip.
After drinking two bottles of Wizard Pure Vodka, Eric became good friends with him and talked about everything.
Seeing this, Vincent suddenly remembered some kind of special bread.
If the baguettes face Da Lieba, it is unknown who can win the title of strongest.
The last paragraph of the letter is a complaint from Evelyn.
She said Eric made a lot of purchases while drunk and maxed out three cards.
A chill rushed straight to his celestial spirit cover.
Their Wayne family is not rich, but they have hundreds of thousands of pounds in savings.
This is the principal that Old Wayne gave him to start his business.
Judging from the exploding card situation, I am afraid that all the money will have to be used to repay the debt.
He lay powerless on his back on the couch feather bed, staring blankly at the ceiling until his roommates came back.
"Welcome back!" Both James and Alfred opened their hands enthusiastically.
"Ah, I'm back."
Neville glanced timidly at the Vickers machine gun.
"Is this a Christmas present from your parents?"
"Ah—yes."
Vincent sat up blankly, "Do you know? I'm going from a rich second generation to a negative second generation."
"Negative?" Neville nodded blankly, "It's okay, don't you think Ron's family is doing well."
The Weasleys were really nice.
Although it was simple and poor, judging from the expressions on Fred and George's description, they should all be living happily.
Thinking about it this way, Vincent felt that it was actually acceptable.
"You're good at comforting people."
"Really?" Neville was flattered, "Probably because I often comfort myself."
Vincent patted him on the shoulder distressedly, "It's okay, you are much better now than when you first started school."
"Thank you.
There are also Lao Zhan and Ah Fu. "
"I'll take you to an outing in the Forbidden Forest some other day."
"Ah? Isn't it impossible for us to go?"
"I have a note from Professor Dumbledore."
"The weather is still cold now, can we go again in March?"
"agree!"
Vincent came to the activity room with three roommates.
The black swan on the opposite side closed the door tightly, and the president probably ran away with his sister-in-law.
Unfortunately, Pansy has no sister.
"They all went back?"
"No, people like Malfoy stay in the dungeon all the time except for eating."
James also mysteriously revealed a big news.
Seventh grader Higgs had magically turned into Owlman a week earlier.
According to one pair of red-haired twins, the man was so stupid that he mistook owl feathers for hair.
Judging from the big eyes and round head, the clever little wizard has already guessed the answer.
"They must be trying to frame you!" Alfred kicked the gorgeous sterling silver gate angrily.
The black swan has been playing dirty tricks, but it disgusts the little lions.
"What kind of bullshit is this!" James, who shared the same hatred with the enemy, also kicked, "Do good people have to be bullied by them?"
"Yes!" Neville stepped down five or six times, "My grandma is right, they are a bunch of annoying people!"
Vincent, who had no guilt at all, made up his last foot, and the whole door became precarious.
"What are you doing?" Hermione came downstairs with a lot of card packs in her arms.
When she saw it was Vincent, she naturally loosened her tight lips.
"Collect some interest first~"
"Excuse me, continue."
As soon as Vincent raised his foot, her big white eyes were thrown over.
"Sales manager, are you still selling card packs?"
Such a tough performance stunned James and Alfred.
To be able to talk to Hermione, who is even stern-faced by one Nutter less, in this tone, is indeed President Wayne who can create the Court of Owls.
"Yes, Lord President!"
Her eyes contained many complex emotions.
Vincent, who understood a little bit, restrained the little complacency on his face.
He had just entered the playroom when both Fred and George suddenly jumped from either side of the door.
"Welcome, Chairman!"
Each of them held a thin colorful stick in their hands.
As they were thrown into the sky, countless sparkling magic firework effects exploded from inside.
Still a familiar smell,
The taste of Hogwarts,
The taste of Gryffindor,
Taste of the Court of Owls.
When the students in the activity room saw Vincent, they all put down what they were doing, stood up and gave warm applause.
"How about an outing with our club another day?"
"There are too many people."
"It doesn't matter, Snape has nothing to do with us."
Neville really wanted to know where this confidence came from.
The current him is much better than his original submissive personality.
But the only constant loyalty has always been Snape.
Maybe, this is true love.
Hermione raised her little hand and shook it, "Why don't you say something to make everyone happy?"
"[-]% off card packs!" Vincent's eyes fixed on Gu Gu who was getting fat again.
It was flirting with Raife, most likely it was discussing about running away.
"There is a party in the activity room tonight!"
The already loud cheers instantly became deafening.
But the party was dragged off to after dinner after a professor vehemently objected.
Many students had no appetite that night, especially the Hufflepuff students who had to be cooks later.
"Don't do it! If you beat me to death, don't be a taster again!"
Cedric said it quite emphatically.
It's just that when Justin brought over a low-profile version of beef braised in red wine, he was really delicious immediately.
Hermione felt compelled to remind him that red wine was not to be eaten with pumpkin and peppers.
Vincent, who was setting up the activity room, said lightly, "Is there anything wrong?
Seid was uncomfortable last time, so the Black Swan gang was also uncomfortable. "
She didn't know how to refute.
"Look, the door of their club is about to fall, why don't we tear it down later?"
"This is a violation of school rules!"
"You don't say it, I don't say it, who will know that this is my idea?"
After all, the law does not blame everyone, one kick is enough.
"I actually think this makes sense!" Hermione shook her head in surprise, "Just go, don't call me."
"Okay." Vincent continued to arrange the activity room.
My mouth said no, my body is not...
He understands.
……
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