Chapter 189
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Qing Mo Da Xian
Slytherin common room.
Draco, who was lying on the bed, was extremely restless and turned over several times without falling asleep.
This bad feeling was tormenting him all the time.
"It must be Wayne!"
He cursed, and then kicked Crabbe and Goyle awake with all kinds of traps.
"Hurry up, stupid pig!"
"Well—what?" Crabbe was rubbing his eyes with both hands. "Is the owl man calling?"
"Don't talk nonsense, I always feel something is wrong."
According to his familiarity with Vincent, he couldn't believe that he was safe and sound.
Higgs exposure was inevitable.
Even if the person is tightly wrapped, a certain pair of red-haired twins can uncover the layers.
Compound decoction probably won't work.
But then there's Daphne.
But before that, you have to face some things that should come.
Draco put on a velvet robe and high-end comfortable cotton slippers, and led the two followers out of the dormitory quietly.
It was pitch black outside, and the silence was permeating.
"Da da--"
The dungeon has a history of nearly a thousand years, and tinkering will always drip from the top.
Goyle walked back timidly, "Draco, they're not here, why don't we go back?"
"To shut up!"
Draco just stopped when he bumped into Crabbe behind him.
He staggered a few steps before standing still, "Stupid pig! Can you walk with your eyes open?"
"I'm very sorry." Crabbe finally regained his spirit.
Gore didn't continue to be afraid when he heard these roars.
"Draco, where are we going?"
"Activity room, I have a very strong hunch."
Carefully avoiding Filch and Mrs. Norris, they finally arrived at three o'clock in the morning.
The faint fragrance in the corridor has not yet dissipated.
Draco had to admit that Vincent was a man of principle.
Guarantee that the party ends at 11, that is, it ends at 11.
But when he came to the club, it all turned into disgust.
"Damn big golden retriever!"
This is the second time.
I was kicked off one last time, but this time it was more than that.
Crabbe and Goyle held their lanterns aloft.
The expensive gold-inlaid wallpaper is full of footprints of various sizes.
The fine ceramic ornaments were all shattered to the ground.
And the table he used to sit on was actually broken in two evenly from the middle.
"It must be Wayne!" The sleepy Crabbe looked up, "And that owl!"
The black swan on the ceiling is full of bumpy paw prints.
But the strange thing is that the size of each paw print is not the same.
Draco, who didn't feel heartache at first, changed drastically.
This is the craft of embroidery, not painting.
His father spent a lot of money just to make an appointment.
In addition to the high production cost for the big eastern country, just this satin-like embroidered goose with black stripes would cost close to [-] gold galleons, not counting the shipping cost.
Most of the other crystal chandeliers and trinkets were provided by Brace.
Well now, it's all in pieces.
"Back to the original—"
Draco, who tried to save him, failed.
"Anti-repair spell?" Goyle watched them rise and fall, feeling more shattered than before.
"Wait for me!" Draco strode out.
If he didn't run, Filch was coming.
……
……
The destruction of the activity room of the Black Swan Club was indeed nothing in the end.
Every time Vincent went to the auditorium to eat, he would raise his glass to the Slytherin table in a very polite way.
If only it weren't for the sardonic milk.
"Damn it!" Blaise threw the knife and fork without taking a few bites.
"I want to run over and tear his face off right now!"
Draco's patience seemed to be at its limit.
"Tomorrow is Saturday, and we have a Quidditch match against Ravenclaw."
He made it very clear.
Excluding those who watched the football game, there would not be too many students staying in the castle.
Daphne picked up the napkin and wiped the corner of her mouth, "What do you want me to do?"
"Run directly to their activity room and hand over the letter to the bastard Wayne."
Pansy tapped the long table, "Draco, I'll go with her!"
There is nothing wrong with an 11-year-old girl, she is most afraid of a certain pair of red-haired brothers spreading rumors everywhere.
"Go in openly?" Daphne seemed a little hesitant.
"Yes, above board."
"I understand."
The two girls settled their accounts with the president of the opposite club, and no matter how much they didn't want to talk to each other, they had to go there for a while.
"And Wayne's hair." Blaise said with a grim expression on his face, "I want to become like him myself and offend all the professors."
The most dangerous places are often the safest.
Although Higgs has been exposed, it can finally play a role in alleviating vigilance.
When Vincent thought that the black swan was a different method, he certainly never expected to use compound soup again.
"Who makes the price list?"
"I come!"
Draco assigned tasks one by one.
After finishing his meal, Vincent at the Gryffindor table turned around and raised his milk glass again.
No one looked over.
"They must be thinking of something else." Hermione handed over a roll of parchment.
After he opened it, he glanced at it casually, "It's too dark, I guess it will come in the light."
Inside the parchment is the upcoming first Gwent Card Competition.
The total bonus is 6000 Galleons, and only the top ten will get a share.
"Isn't No.1 too much? It's worth 2000 Galleons."
"How reasonable do you think?"
"300, 200, 100, and then it can be set so that all the top [-] have a share."
Hermione nodded, guessing his intentions, "And the best card group, end the game as soon as possible?"
"Yes." Vincent rolled up the parchment. "Professor Dumbledore said that some old friends will be invited to the final. How do you think about starting a company?"
"too fast?"
"Indeed, and we're both still in school."
Gwent is destined to go out of the campus.
It's still early, you can try the water in the summer vacation.
"Oh, and this." Hermione put down a magazine before leaving.
It is very strange that its cover picture and text are reversed.
"The Quibbler?" Vincent picked it up in surprise, "When did you get used to reading these books?"
"It's from Lavender." Hermione pointed to the line of magical runes beneath the title.
"I know this is the meaning of Quirinus Quirrell, and the rest will be up to you to translate."
After a general study, he found that the subtitle was as interesting as ever.
"Quirinus Quirrell is just a stand-in?Everything you want to know is here! "
Opening the first page of the magazine, it was a recent photo of a new prisoner in Azkaban.
Withered and thin, Quirrell stared at the ceiling in a daze, with saliva dripping from his mouth.
The end of this great cleverness is really miserable.
……
……
Draco, who was lying on the bed, was extremely restless and turned over several times without falling asleep.
This bad feeling was tormenting him all the time.
"It must be Wayne!"
He cursed, and then kicked Crabbe and Goyle awake with all kinds of traps.
"Hurry up, stupid pig!"
"Well—what?" Crabbe was rubbing his eyes with both hands. "Is the owl man calling?"
"Don't talk nonsense, I always feel something is wrong."
According to his familiarity with Vincent, he couldn't believe that he was safe and sound.
Higgs exposure was inevitable.
Even if the person is tightly wrapped, a certain pair of red-haired twins can uncover the layers.
Compound decoction probably won't work.
But then there's Daphne.
But before that, you have to face some things that should come.
Draco put on a velvet robe and high-end comfortable cotton slippers, and led the two followers out of the dormitory quietly.
It was pitch black outside, and the silence was permeating.
"Da da--"
The dungeon has a history of nearly a thousand years, and tinkering will always drip from the top.
Goyle walked back timidly, "Draco, they're not here, why don't we go back?"
"To shut up!"
Draco just stopped when he bumped into Crabbe behind him.
He staggered a few steps before standing still, "Stupid pig! Can you walk with your eyes open?"
"I'm very sorry." Crabbe finally regained his spirit.
Gore didn't continue to be afraid when he heard these roars.
"Draco, where are we going?"
"Activity room, I have a very strong hunch."
Carefully avoiding Filch and Mrs. Norris, they finally arrived at three o'clock in the morning.
The faint fragrance in the corridor has not yet dissipated.
Draco had to admit that Vincent was a man of principle.
Guarantee that the party ends at 11, that is, it ends at 11.
But when he came to the club, it all turned into disgust.
"Damn big golden retriever!"
This is the second time.
I was kicked off one last time, but this time it was more than that.
Crabbe and Goyle held their lanterns aloft.
The expensive gold-inlaid wallpaper is full of footprints of various sizes.
The fine ceramic ornaments were all shattered to the ground.
And the table he used to sit on was actually broken in two evenly from the middle.
"It must be Wayne!" The sleepy Crabbe looked up, "And that owl!"
The black swan on the ceiling is full of bumpy paw prints.
But the strange thing is that the size of each paw print is not the same.
Draco, who didn't feel heartache at first, changed drastically.
This is the craft of embroidery, not painting.
His father spent a lot of money just to make an appointment.
In addition to the high production cost for the big eastern country, just this satin-like embroidered goose with black stripes would cost close to [-] gold galleons, not counting the shipping cost.
Most of the other crystal chandeliers and trinkets were provided by Brace.
Well now, it's all in pieces.
"Back to the original—"
Draco, who tried to save him, failed.
"Anti-repair spell?" Goyle watched them rise and fall, feeling more shattered than before.
"Wait for me!" Draco strode out.
If he didn't run, Filch was coming.
……
……
The destruction of the activity room of the Black Swan Club was indeed nothing in the end.
Every time Vincent went to the auditorium to eat, he would raise his glass to the Slytherin table in a very polite way.
If only it weren't for the sardonic milk.
"Damn it!" Blaise threw the knife and fork without taking a few bites.
"I want to run over and tear his face off right now!"
Draco's patience seemed to be at its limit.
"Tomorrow is Saturday, and we have a Quidditch match against Ravenclaw."
He made it very clear.
Excluding those who watched the football game, there would not be too many students staying in the castle.
Daphne picked up the napkin and wiped the corner of her mouth, "What do you want me to do?"
"Run directly to their activity room and hand over the letter to the bastard Wayne."
Pansy tapped the long table, "Draco, I'll go with her!"
There is nothing wrong with an 11-year-old girl, she is most afraid of a certain pair of red-haired brothers spreading rumors everywhere.
"Go in openly?" Daphne seemed a little hesitant.
"Yes, above board."
"I understand."
The two girls settled their accounts with the president of the opposite club, and no matter how much they didn't want to talk to each other, they had to go there for a while.
"And Wayne's hair." Blaise said with a grim expression on his face, "I want to become like him myself and offend all the professors."
The most dangerous places are often the safest.
Although Higgs has been exposed, it can finally play a role in alleviating vigilance.
When Vincent thought that the black swan was a different method, he certainly never expected to use compound soup again.
"Who makes the price list?"
"I come!"
Draco assigned tasks one by one.
After finishing his meal, Vincent at the Gryffindor table turned around and raised his milk glass again.
No one looked over.
"They must be thinking of something else." Hermione handed over a roll of parchment.
After he opened it, he glanced at it casually, "It's too dark, I guess it will come in the light."
Inside the parchment is the upcoming first Gwent Card Competition.
The total bonus is 6000 Galleons, and only the top ten will get a share.
"Isn't No.1 too much? It's worth 2000 Galleons."
"How reasonable do you think?"
"300, 200, 100, and then it can be set so that all the top [-] have a share."
Hermione nodded, guessing his intentions, "And the best card group, end the game as soon as possible?"
"Yes." Vincent rolled up the parchment. "Professor Dumbledore said that some old friends will be invited to the final. How do you think about starting a company?"
"too fast?"
"Indeed, and we're both still in school."
Gwent is destined to go out of the campus.
It's still early, you can try the water in the summer vacation.
"Oh, and this." Hermione put down a magazine before leaving.
It is very strange that its cover picture and text are reversed.
"The Quibbler?" Vincent picked it up in surprise, "When did you get used to reading these books?"
"It's from Lavender." Hermione pointed to the line of magical runes beneath the title.
"I know this is the meaning of Quirinus Quirrell, and the rest will be up to you to translate."
After a general study, he found that the subtitle was as interesting as ever.
"Quirinus Quirrell is just a stand-in?Everything you want to know is here! "
Opening the first page of the magazine, it was a recent photo of a new prisoner in Azkaban.
Withered and thin, Quirrell stared at the ceiling in a daze, with saliva dripping from his mouth.
The end of this great cleverness is really miserable.
……
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