Chapter 199 Peaceful Campus Life
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Qing Mo Da Xian
On the campus of Hogwarts, there is no rumor that the twins don't know.
After Vincent was "confessed", Percy became the student with the most "unique" taste in the school.
"Fred, George—
We will miss you. "
Cedric, who was mourning in the owl court activity room, turned his head feelingly.
Two identical big faces, two pairs of big smiling eyes.
"Don't—I was just joking—"
Rove couldn't bear to look straight away and looked away.
Too cruel, too inhumane.
Cedric, in rumpled clothes, crawled near the ring.
He stretched out a hand tremblingly, "President Wayne, the Minister of Propaganda is going to kill someone!"
Vincent, who was practicing against Harry, ignored him.
"Help--"
Fred and George each dragged a leg and dragged him into a small corner.
The bursts of screams made Draco passing by frown.
After more than a month, the Black Swan Club finally completed the renovation.
Tomorrow is a good day for reopening.
"Unlucky!" He cursed secretly, and took the two younger brothers back.
Hermione, who passed by, looked extraordinarily calm.
In two months' time it will be the end of the school year, and there will be an award ceremony for the Order of Merlin during the holidays.
Everyone has a share of the six little ones, all of them are second-class.
This is the result that Vincent worked hard for, and it is also the result that Dumbledore is most willing to see.
Draco and the others also tried their best, but it's a pity that Fudge was not a real idiot, and directly rejected the hot Gallon.
Preventing them from serving as the youth representatives of the Wizengamot was the last thing Lucius could do.
He also warned his son Draco that he must learn what it means to follow the crowd.
To put it simply, it is to be cowardly, at least not to fight against the majority.
Hermione went into the activity room, habitually ignoring a small corner.
She came to the edge of the ring, "I saw Malfoy."
Vincent motioned for Harry to take a break first.
He picked up the towel on the rope, "I didn't scold you, did I?"
"Say something bad luck."
According to a new Hogwarts seer, the more miserable Cedric's life is, the worse life will be for Black Swan.
"Are you really shy?"
"I guess old Malfoy warned him."
There have been countless sensational versions about Dumbledore being taken back to investigate.
The most reliable one, of course, was "accidentally" revealed by a pair of brothers in the Ministry of Magic.
There are still many students who are willing to believe in the inside story of political donations.
But the truth only stops at the campus, which disappointed the brothers for a long time.
After a brief chat with Hermione, Vincent put the towel back on the rope.
"Come on, Harry!"
Harry, who was still panting slightly, couldn't bear it.
Even if he is the one attacking, the gap in physical fitness is too great.
"Ron?"
Ron, who stopped laughing, shook his little head like a rattle.
"I come--"
Cedric, who crawled out of the small corner, raised a hand high.
"Who was talking just now?" Vincent looked at Hermione with a smothered smile, "They're not here, why don't you come?"
She lowered her little head, pulled out her wand and waved it lightly.
A dark gray pleated skirt that came to the knees turned into a pair of fitted sweatpants.
Under Ron's ghost-like expression, she went up with a set of multiple combo punches, forcing Vincent to the other side of the ring.
Then there was a kick and a knee bump that made Harry's jaw drop.
Human energy is limited.
He studies well, and occasionally makes up lessons for the scumbags, and even wins a lot in the arena.
"Ron, I suggest you try not to make her angry in the future."
"Where did I mess with her, it was her—"
A fierce little fist hit the pillar, and Ron held back his words with a bitter face.
This force is obviously aimed at death.
"Rabbit punch?" Vincent leaned back and avoided a raised leg, "Elephant kick?"
Hermione ignored his teasing, but chose to swing her small fist upwards.
A textbook uppercut.
Vincent turned his head slightly, then raised his leg to block her knee bump.
Responses are nimble, and moves are deadly.
If it were someone else, such as Ron, he would definitely be beaten badly.
Harry comforted him with sympathy on his face, "It's okay, Malfoy has been beaten up so many times, so he still dares to come here to make trouble."
"Are you egging me on?"
"Then apologize to her."
Ron suddenly put on a straight face, and said firmly: "Impossible, it is impossible in this life!"
As long as he is stronger than her, he will go to hell with his demeanor.
Vincent practiced with Hermione for a long time, until Cedric was rescued by Percy.
He first accused Rove of being ruthless, and then accused everyone present of helping others.
"I'll definitely write to my mother!"
Fred and George run away again.
When Percy chased him out, he almost bumped into Qiu who had just finished class.
"I am so sorry."
Marietta next to her put her hips on her hips, "Vice President, this is the third time this month!"
"I promise there will be no next time."
"You have promised three times!"
Qiu hurriedly pulled her back, "Forget it, he didn't mean it."
Percy, who was "as if pardoned", continued to chase after him with a murderous look.
"Really, why do boys do this every day..."
Marietta came to the activity room and sat down, still complaining.
"I feel pretty good, it's energizing."
As soon as Qiu finished speaking, she narrowed her eyes.
"Are you going to be Penello's rival in love?"
"I do not have."
"That's right, Percy's orientation is too weird."
Qiu helplessly shook his head and chose to keep his mouth shut.
She absently listened to her best friend's complaints, but her eyes wandered around the activity room.
Vincent in the ring is practicing against Rove.
Cedric underneath has been chanting slogans such as upholding justice and exterminating all evil forces.
Ron was talking to Hermione in a low profile. Judging from Harry's anxious expression, it wasn't too much of an apology.
Something interesting must have happened before they arrived.
"Qiu, are you going on Saturday's outing?"
"Ah."
"Are you really going? I dare not anyway."
"Ah."
Feeling something was wrong, Marietta looked over and found that she was staring at a student under the ring.
Hufflepuff's seems to be the Chaser of the Quidditch team.
He looks talented, and he shouts slogans quite vigorously.
Marietta was relieved.
Cedric looked at least more serious than the redhead.
"Vincent, hurry up and tell Rove what cruelty is!"
Her small face twitched slightly, subconsciously looking at Qiu.
Laughing, it's over.
As a good girlfriend, she felt that it was necessary for her to remind her.
"Qiu, he doesn't look like a good person."
"Ah."
It's over now.
……
……
After Vincent was "confessed", Percy became the student with the most "unique" taste in the school.
"Fred, George—
We will miss you. "
Cedric, who was mourning in the owl court activity room, turned his head feelingly.
Two identical big faces, two pairs of big smiling eyes.
"Don't—I was just joking—"
Rove couldn't bear to look straight away and looked away.
Too cruel, too inhumane.
Cedric, in rumpled clothes, crawled near the ring.
He stretched out a hand tremblingly, "President Wayne, the Minister of Propaganda is going to kill someone!"
Vincent, who was practicing against Harry, ignored him.
"Help--"
Fred and George each dragged a leg and dragged him into a small corner.
The bursts of screams made Draco passing by frown.
After more than a month, the Black Swan Club finally completed the renovation.
Tomorrow is a good day for reopening.
"Unlucky!" He cursed secretly, and took the two younger brothers back.
Hermione, who passed by, looked extraordinarily calm.
In two months' time it will be the end of the school year, and there will be an award ceremony for the Order of Merlin during the holidays.
Everyone has a share of the six little ones, all of them are second-class.
This is the result that Vincent worked hard for, and it is also the result that Dumbledore is most willing to see.
Draco and the others also tried their best, but it's a pity that Fudge was not a real idiot, and directly rejected the hot Gallon.
Preventing them from serving as the youth representatives of the Wizengamot was the last thing Lucius could do.
He also warned his son Draco that he must learn what it means to follow the crowd.
To put it simply, it is to be cowardly, at least not to fight against the majority.
Hermione went into the activity room, habitually ignoring a small corner.
She came to the edge of the ring, "I saw Malfoy."
Vincent motioned for Harry to take a break first.
He picked up the towel on the rope, "I didn't scold you, did I?"
"Say something bad luck."
According to a new Hogwarts seer, the more miserable Cedric's life is, the worse life will be for Black Swan.
"Are you really shy?"
"I guess old Malfoy warned him."
There have been countless sensational versions about Dumbledore being taken back to investigate.
The most reliable one, of course, was "accidentally" revealed by a pair of brothers in the Ministry of Magic.
There are still many students who are willing to believe in the inside story of political donations.
But the truth only stops at the campus, which disappointed the brothers for a long time.
After a brief chat with Hermione, Vincent put the towel back on the rope.
"Come on, Harry!"
Harry, who was still panting slightly, couldn't bear it.
Even if he is the one attacking, the gap in physical fitness is too great.
"Ron?"
Ron, who stopped laughing, shook his little head like a rattle.
"I come--"
Cedric, who crawled out of the small corner, raised a hand high.
"Who was talking just now?" Vincent looked at Hermione with a smothered smile, "They're not here, why don't you come?"
She lowered her little head, pulled out her wand and waved it lightly.
A dark gray pleated skirt that came to the knees turned into a pair of fitted sweatpants.
Under Ron's ghost-like expression, she went up with a set of multiple combo punches, forcing Vincent to the other side of the ring.
Then there was a kick and a knee bump that made Harry's jaw drop.
Human energy is limited.
He studies well, and occasionally makes up lessons for the scumbags, and even wins a lot in the arena.
"Ron, I suggest you try not to make her angry in the future."
"Where did I mess with her, it was her—"
A fierce little fist hit the pillar, and Ron held back his words with a bitter face.
This force is obviously aimed at death.
"Rabbit punch?" Vincent leaned back and avoided a raised leg, "Elephant kick?"
Hermione ignored his teasing, but chose to swing her small fist upwards.
A textbook uppercut.
Vincent turned his head slightly, then raised his leg to block her knee bump.
Responses are nimble, and moves are deadly.
If it were someone else, such as Ron, he would definitely be beaten badly.
Harry comforted him with sympathy on his face, "It's okay, Malfoy has been beaten up so many times, so he still dares to come here to make trouble."
"Are you egging me on?"
"Then apologize to her."
Ron suddenly put on a straight face, and said firmly: "Impossible, it is impossible in this life!"
As long as he is stronger than her, he will go to hell with his demeanor.
Vincent practiced with Hermione for a long time, until Cedric was rescued by Percy.
He first accused Rove of being ruthless, and then accused everyone present of helping others.
"I'll definitely write to my mother!"
Fred and George run away again.
When Percy chased him out, he almost bumped into Qiu who had just finished class.
"I am so sorry."
Marietta next to her put her hips on her hips, "Vice President, this is the third time this month!"
"I promise there will be no next time."
"You have promised three times!"
Qiu hurriedly pulled her back, "Forget it, he didn't mean it."
Percy, who was "as if pardoned", continued to chase after him with a murderous look.
"Really, why do boys do this every day..."
Marietta came to the activity room and sat down, still complaining.
"I feel pretty good, it's energizing."
As soon as Qiu finished speaking, she narrowed her eyes.
"Are you going to be Penello's rival in love?"
"I do not have."
"That's right, Percy's orientation is too weird."
Qiu helplessly shook his head and chose to keep his mouth shut.
She absently listened to her best friend's complaints, but her eyes wandered around the activity room.
Vincent in the ring is practicing against Rove.
Cedric underneath has been chanting slogans such as upholding justice and exterminating all evil forces.
Ron was talking to Hermione in a low profile. Judging from Harry's anxious expression, it wasn't too much of an apology.
Something interesting must have happened before they arrived.
"Qiu, are you going on Saturday's outing?"
"Ah."
"Are you really going? I dare not anyway."
"Ah."
Feeling something was wrong, Marietta looked over and found that she was staring at a student under the ring.
Hufflepuff's seems to be the Chaser of the Quidditch team.
He looks talented, and he shouts slogans quite vigorously.
Marietta was relieved.
Cedric looked at least more serious than the redhead.
"Vincent, hurry up and tell Rove what cruelty is!"
Her small face twitched slightly, subconsciously looking at Qiu.
Laughing, it's over.
As a good girlfriend, she felt that it was necessary for her to remind her.
"Qiu, he doesn't look like a good person."
"Ah."
It's over now.
……
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