Chapter 203 Retribution came so fast
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Qing Mo Da Xian
The smiling faces of Harry and Ron turned into crying faces the moment they saw McGonagall.
"Mr Potter, Mr Weasley—"
The disappointment in her eyes could not be concealed, "This is not something funny."
It's really bad to make fun of an injured classmate.
"We should help each other, you know?"
"Yes!" X2
Draco was weeping, looking very sad.
Harry and Ron, who were being scolded, were quietly expressing their disgust towards him with their eyes.
"This is the first and last time."
Meg, assured, went back.
As if changing his face, Draco became arrogant in an instant.
No matter where you look at this little face covered with "freckles", it looks like it needs to be beaten.
"Malfoy, don't be too happy!" Ron growled in a low voice, obviously angry.
"This is retribution, Weasley!"
Harry wanted to say something, but in the end he had to keep his mouth shut because he was afraid of McGonagall's authority.
I went to the fourth floor, but I didn't face Voldemort directly.
Vincent, who watched all this quietly, would not feel that it was his fault.
Instead, he guessed the process of version 2.0 of the savior development plan.
It was said that Snape, who was lying in the school hospital, was definitely hiding nearby.
If there are no accidents, there must be accidents.
With an attitude of having nothing to do with himself, he took Crabbe to admire the plants in a good mood.
"Wayne, do you dare to touch this little blue grass!"
"Of course you dare." Vincent grabbed Crabbe's hand and touched this rather unusual plant.
Slippery and cold.
Crabbe struggled to break free, "Damn it, aren't you afraid of Professor McGonagall?"
"I'm afraid." Vincent followed the team a little bored, "So I will be very careful."
The name of the blue grass is cool grass.
It is a less common plant in Europe and has heat-absorbing properties in its outer covering of slime.
The plant is therefore common in the tropics, where wizards often carry it with them.
Crabbe felt comfortable at first, until the heat from his body was transferred to the fingertips he just touched.
"Ah huh—"
Vincent turned slightly to the side with a disgusted face.
According to Draco, stupidity is contagious.
"Wayne, you—ah—"
He raised his hand high, "Professor McGonagall, Crabbe has a cold!"
"I'm fine, it's all Wei—ah——"
Hagrid arrived one step ahead of McGonagall.
These cool grasses were all brought in from the north by him, and it was obvious at a glance that they were the result of touching them with bare hands.
"Open your mouth and drink it!"
Crabbe, who would rather die than obey, was finally opened his mouth and poured a small bottle of purple-red liquid.
Worked great and was not cold right away.
It just tastes terrible, like rotting insects.
"What happened?" Mag looked at Vincent, who was blinking innocently.
"Professor, I was just satisfying Crabbe's curiosity."
"No exception, Mr. Wayne."
She comes and goes.
Crabbe, who had something to say, could only suffer this big loss in a silent voice.
Harry and Ron in the back looked at each other in a daze.
They seem to understand something, and they seem to understand nothing.
When they reached the small lake, Mag announced that they were free to move about.
The premise is not to run around.
Vincent spread out the picnic mat, and Hermione came over not long after he sat down.
"You were giving them a demo just now?"
"Yeah, I hope I can learn it soon."
She took off her shoes and sat down. "Snape has a big problem."
"Yeah, maybe it's hiding near us." Vincent shook his hand at the twins, signaling them to go somewhere else.
"Ruthless!" George took off his shoes and jumped straight to the middle.
Hermione frowned. "Hey, can you take your socks off too!"
This pair of socks has a big hole on the left and a small hole on the right, even if there is no peculiar smell, it will greatly affect the perception.
George looked around with a smirk, "Little Harry was bullied just now, I have to avenge him~"
Fred shook off his shoes and pulled off a pair of socks that also had two holes.
The little golden retriever on the black high-end velvet picnic mat was locked by them with their wonderful eyes.
"Ready—launch!"
Draco was thrown in the head by four socks one after another.
Pain is not painful, it is a serious physical and psychological discomfort.
"Damn it!"
He glared at it immediately.
"Sorry~" the twins yelled in unison, "Malfoy, can you return our socks?"
What a fart!
Draco threw them away, then kept washing his hair with the Water Charm.
The well-endowed big back was destroyed like this.
Higgs, who is in good shape, has good eyesight. He not only dried his hair in an instant, but also restored the hairstyle a few times.
Hearing their smug laughter, the barefooted Fred and George certainly wouldn't let it go.
These two identical smiling faces brought back some painful memories of Draco.
The tent does not need a password, nor does it need to disarm the trap, it only needs to be gently pulled open to enter.
"Listen, you are not allowed to sleep tonight."
Crabbe and Golnana nodded.
Vincent smacked his lips in the distance, "Don't scare him, why don't you watch the show quietly?"
Hermione's expression was like hell, "What!?
You mean-"
"That's right, if I'm not wrong, your guess should be the same as mine."
"Snape won't come looking for us?"
"Ghost knows, there is a high probability that it will."
Fred and George felt their IQs were being crushed by the two of them again.
Snape was feigning illness?
How can it be!
"He is a potion master, and it is impossible for him to be injured by a wrong operation."
"No matter how good Madam Pomfrey's craftsmanship is, he doesn't seem like someone who will go to the school hospital."
After a little thought, the twins realized that it was really possible that they were pretending to be sick.
When all the students were asleep, a mysterious man in a black cloak suddenly appeared...
The picture is so strong that even the ending came out.
"What are you thinking?" Rove and Cedric also came over.
Their Hufflepuff students were on the other side of the lake.
"I was wondering who the old bat would pretend to be—" George, who was thinking about telling the story, suddenly closed his mouth.
The playful eyes of these two clearly guessed that Snape was pretending to be sick.
"I hate you guys!" Fred pouted, "Every time we are the last to know!"
Cedric spread his hands, "Rove just told me."
"That's earlier than us!" George's eyes were extremely unfriendly.
"Good luck." As soon as Rove finished speaking, the twins rushed towards Cedric.
"Why me again!"
"Because you look the most honest."
He saw the opportunity and flexibly broke free.
"Percy! Your brother's gone mad again!"
Fred and George hurriedly put on their shoes, "Despicable! Shameless!"
Cedric smirked as if he had succeeded, "Now, you should know, right?
I'm not easy to bully! "
……
……
"Mr Potter, Mr Weasley—"
The disappointment in her eyes could not be concealed, "This is not something funny."
It's really bad to make fun of an injured classmate.
"We should help each other, you know?"
"Yes!" X2
Draco was weeping, looking very sad.
Harry and Ron, who were being scolded, were quietly expressing their disgust towards him with their eyes.
"This is the first and last time."
Meg, assured, went back.
As if changing his face, Draco became arrogant in an instant.
No matter where you look at this little face covered with "freckles", it looks like it needs to be beaten.
"Malfoy, don't be too happy!" Ron growled in a low voice, obviously angry.
"This is retribution, Weasley!"
Harry wanted to say something, but in the end he had to keep his mouth shut because he was afraid of McGonagall's authority.
I went to the fourth floor, but I didn't face Voldemort directly.
Vincent, who watched all this quietly, would not feel that it was his fault.
Instead, he guessed the process of version 2.0 of the savior development plan.
It was said that Snape, who was lying in the school hospital, was definitely hiding nearby.
If there are no accidents, there must be accidents.
With an attitude of having nothing to do with himself, he took Crabbe to admire the plants in a good mood.
"Wayne, do you dare to touch this little blue grass!"
"Of course you dare." Vincent grabbed Crabbe's hand and touched this rather unusual plant.
Slippery and cold.
Crabbe struggled to break free, "Damn it, aren't you afraid of Professor McGonagall?"
"I'm afraid." Vincent followed the team a little bored, "So I will be very careful."
The name of the blue grass is cool grass.
It is a less common plant in Europe and has heat-absorbing properties in its outer covering of slime.
The plant is therefore common in the tropics, where wizards often carry it with them.
Crabbe felt comfortable at first, until the heat from his body was transferred to the fingertips he just touched.
"Ah huh—"
Vincent turned slightly to the side with a disgusted face.
According to Draco, stupidity is contagious.
"Wayne, you—ah—"
He raised his hand high, "Professor McGonagall, Crabbe has a cold!"
"I'm fine, it's all Wei—ah——"
Hagrid arrived one step ahead of McGonagall.
These cool grasses were all brought in from the north by him, and it was obvious at a glance that they were the result of touching them with bare hands.
"Open your mouth and drink it!"
Crabbe, who would rather die than obey, was finally opened his mouth and poured a small bottle of purple-red liquid.
Worked great and was not cold right away.
It just tastes terrible, like rotting insects.
"What happened?" Mag looked at Vincent, who was blinking innocently.
"Professor, I was just satisfying Crabbe's curiosity."
"No exception, Mr. Wayne."
She comes and goes.
Crabbe, who had something to say, could only suffer this big loss in a silent voice.
Harry and Ron in the back looked at each other in a daze.
They seem to understand something, and they seem to understand nothing.
When they reached the small lake, Mag announced that they were free to move about.
The premise is not to run around.
Vincent spread out the picnic mat, and Hermione came over not long after he sat down.
"You were giving them a demo just now?"
"Yeah, I hope I can learn it soon."
She took off her shoes and sat down. "Snape has a big problem."
"Yeah, maybe it's hiding near us." Vincent shook his hand at the twins, signaling them to go somewhere else.
"Ruthless!" George took off his shoes and jumped straight to the middle.
Hermione frowned. "Hey, can you take your socks off too!"
This pair of socks has a big hole on the left and a small hole on the right, even if there is no peculiar smell, it will greatly affect the perception.
George looked around with a smirk, "Little Harry was bullied just now, I have to avenge him~"
Fred shook off his shoes and pulled off a pair of socks that also had two holes.
The little golden retriever on the black high-end velvet picnic mat was locked by them with their wonderful eyes.
"Ready—launch!"
Draco was thrown in the head by four socks one after another.
Pain is not painful, it is a serious physical and psychological discomfort.
"Damn it!"
He glared at it immediately.
"Sorry~" the twins yelled in unison, "Malfoy, can you return our socks?"
What a fart!
Draco threw them away, then kept washing his hair with the Water Charm.
The well-endowed big back was destroyed like this.
Higgs, who is in good shape, has good eyesight. He not only dried his hair in an instant, but also restored the hairstyle a few times.
Hearing their smug laughter, the barefooted Fred and George certainly wouldn't let it go.
These two identical smiling faces brought back some painful memories of Draco.
The tent does not need a password, nor does it need to disarm the trap, it only needs to be gently pulled open to enter.
"Listen, you are not allowed to sleep tonight."
Crabbe and Golnana nodded.
Vincent smacked his lips in the distance, "Don't scare him, why don't you watch the show quietly?"
Hermione's expression was like hell, "What!?
You mean-"
"That's right, if I'm not wrong, your guess should be the same as mine."
"Snape won't come looking for us?"
"Ghost knows, there is a high probability that it will."
Fred and George felt their IQs were being crushed by the two of them again.
Snape was feigning illness?
How can it be!
"He is a potion master, and it is impossible for him to be injured by a wrong operation."
"No matter how good Madam Pomfrey's craftsmanship is, he doesn't seem like someone who will go to the school hospital."
After a little thought, the twins realized that it was really possible that they were pretending to be sick.
When all the students were asleep, a mysterious man in a black cloak suddenly appeared...
The picture is so strong that even the ending came out.
"What are you thinking?" Rove and Cedric also came over.
Their Hufflepuff students were on the other side of the lake.
"I was wondering who the old bat would pretend to be—" George, who was thinking about telling the story, suddenly closed his mouth.
The playful eyes of these two clearly guessed that Snape was pretending to be sick.
"I hate you guys!" Fred pouted, "Every time we are the last to know!"
Cedric spread his hands, "Rove just told me."
"That's earlier than us!" George's eyes were extremely unfriendly.
"Good luck." As soon as Rove finished speaking, the twins rushed towards Cedric.
"Why me again!"
"Because you look the most honest."
He saw the opportunity and flexibly broke free.
"Percy! Your brother's gone mad again!"
Fred and George hurriedly put on their shoes, "Despicable! Shameless!"
Cedric smirked as if he had succeeded, "Now, you should know, right?
I'm not easy to bully! "
……
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