Chapter 212 Hogwarts Prologue
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Qing Mo Da Xian
There is no industrial pollution in the magic world, and the stars can be seen in the sky just after the sun goes down.
And with the first time, the second time will be more proficient.
Ron swallowed the food in his mouth, "Harry, you are awesome!"
"Actually, it can be better." Harry blushed slightly, "It's all because I steamed for too long."
"No no no—" Ron picked up a whole crispy duck leg, "I think your cooking is much better than Qiu's!"
Harry quickly shook his head in denial, "No, it's the first time I've touched Chinese food."
Ron wiped the fat from his lips with his cuff. "That just proves that you're a genius."
"That's right!" Vincent appeared in front of the two of them.
He picked a piece of duck breast that tested his skills the most.
There is no problem with the seasoning, and there is no problem with the taste.
Is this called steaming for too long?
"Harry, excessive modesty is hypocrisy."
Vincent suddenly begins to believe in love again.
This kind of simple liking is really good, it's not like he had so many routines in his previous life.
"I really don't think so." Harry began to defend himself.
From heat to knife work, a total of 7 points are insufficient.
Seeing him working so hard, Vincent didn't continue to tease him.
"By the way, I'll be the first to go on stage at the party tonight, and I'm going to sing "Prologue"."
Ron's eyes widened. "The prologue? Is this a song?"
"That's right." Vincent looked at Hagrid who was carrying two large logs in the distance.
"If I don't go, Professor McGonagall will have a bad face."
Both Harry and Ron nodded approvingly.
Everyone in Gryffindor dares to go on stage, but few of them are serious.
No way, Vincent had no choice but to drive the ducks to the shelves.
"I'll go and prepare first."
His meaningful eyes seemed to indicate that there would be a big surprise.
……
……
A small cave outside.
Dumbledore was telling Snape.
"Severus, you just need to show up to the right people."
"I'm afraid the result will disappoint you."
"Not necessarily, he's a real Gryffindor."
Snape scowled, "Recklessness is not courage."
"It depends on how you define courage—"
Dumbledore took out a straight wand from his robe, "Breaking the fear in my heart is only the first step, and there are still many, many tests to come."
"You should have started when you were a baby."
Snape took the wand, "Then he will be better than Wayne."
"You know why." Dumbledore's eyes were filled with regret, "We're all so self-righteous, Severus.
I didn't believe Sybil's prophecy, and you were trying to tell him—"
"Stop it!" Snape clenched his wand tightly, "I don't know the second half of the prophecy, have you already told Wayne?"
"Yes, no one can read his mind, not even Veritaserum."
"Have you tried it?"
Dumbledore looked at him suspiciously, "You tried, you know the result."
Voldemort never trusted anyone but himself.
Snape brought back the first half of the prophecy, and was soon tortured.
After exhausting all means, even the most absurd content, Voldemort must eradicate this threat.
"Maybe it's just a coincidence."
"But you can't deny its accuracy."
Snape said nothing.
He pointed his wand at the black robe on his body, and it turned into a tattered black cloak.
"How about it?"
"Barely works." He put on the hood and spread the palm of the other hand.
It was a small bottle of potion, and the liquid inside was black.
Dumbledore turned and walked out of the cave.
Snape pulled out the cork and took a small sip.
He also walked out of the cave and looked in the direction of the sudden burst of applause.
Most of the students at Hogwarts were applauding.
"Wayne?"
"Yes." Dumbledore shook his head, but when he was about to leave, he heard a beautiful melody he had never heard before.
The applause stopped.
On the temporary platform, there is a piano that plays automatically.
Vincent stood in the middle of a pile of instruments, directing the beat with his wand.
The addition of flute and double bass makes this melody even more magnificent.
"In Hogwarts, four houses, each with a name—"
Along with his all-encompassing voice, the oboe and harp also join in.
"We come from the wild, and we are Gryffindors—"
Dumbledore closed his eyes and enjoyed it.
"Our dean will become a cat, or a top transfiguration master—"
Meg pursed her lips.
Her little hands were about to move, as if she was about to stand up and end the show at any moment.
"Our little brothers in Gryffindor like to play tricks-"
Dumbledore opened his eyes suddenly, looking at Snape who was trembling beside him.
Vincent quickened the command of his wand, and the music grew brighter.
"The friends in Gryffindor are all very nice. There is a young man who likes to explode—"
Seamo's face darkened instantly.
"There is also a little chubby who is always laughed at by others, and now he has developed a whole body of muscles—"
Neville couldn't stop laughing.
"The teacher of the Defense Against the Dark Arts course is very stable and very funny—"
Snape trembled even more.
"There is also a crazy principal in the school, who loves to eat small candies and mess around—"
Dumbledore smiled and shook his head.
The music suddenly becomes soothing, exactly the same as the opening part.
Vincent looked in the direction of the castle meaningfully.
Draco's uneasiness came true.
"They came from the quagmire, they were ambitious, they were Slytherins—
Their dean has waist-length, bald hair as tall as the next-door dean—"
Flitwick felt immediately offended.
"Their black swans of Slytherin, they love trouble most—
The black swans in Slytherin are all bad, there's a Gallon who likes to show off—"
After this sentence, Blaise jumped onto the stage like crazy.
Vincent looked at him for a few seconds, then sang again.
"There is also a stinky mouth who doesn't like to brush his teeth all day long. He can kill people by opening his mouth—"
Draco rushed up directly with the two younger brothers.
"Hey, hey, don't mess around~" Vincent quickly hid behind the piano.
"Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw, we'll talk next time—"
After he sang this sentence, he jumped off the stage very decisively.
The four people who stayed above also jumped down and chased after them aggressively.
The scene was a bit chaotic, and the twins took the lead in shouting for cheer.
"Come on, Jin Gallon!"
"Come on, smelly mouth!"
Both Marcus and Draco were furious.
They desperately struggled to catch up with the instigator in front of them.
I have to admit that this "Prologue" ignited the atmosphere.
The song is a good song, and the lyrics are quite appropriate, but it is easy to offend people.
"Calm down, Severus."
"Dumbledore, I'm calm."
Snape's eyes under the cloak were extremely cold, "Thanks to Wayne, I'm more like that now."
Dumbledore looked up at the night sky in embarrassment, "It was just a surprise."
"There is no surprise but no joy."
Snape's figure merged with the darkness.
He seemed to be still there, and he seemed to have disappeared.
……
……
And with the first time, the second time will be more proficient.
Ron swallowed the food in his mouth, "Harry, you are awesome!"
"Actually, it can be better." Harry blushed slightly, "It's all because I steamed for too long."
"No no no—" Ron picked up a whole crispy duck leg, "I think your cooking is much better than Qiu's!"
Harry quickly shook his head in denial, "No, it's the first time I've touched Chinese food."
Ron wiped the fat from his lips with his cuff. "That just proves that you're a genius."
"That's right!" Vincent appeared in front of the two of them.
He picked a piece of duck breast that tested his skills the most.
There is no problem with the seasoning, and there is no problem with the taste.
Is this called steaming for too long?
"Harry, excessive modesty is hypocrisy."
Vincent suddenly begins to believe in love again.
This kind of simple liking is really good, it's not like he had so many routines in his previous life.
"I really don't think so." Harry began to defend himself.
From heat to knife work, a total of 7 points are insufficient.
Seeing him working so hard, Vincent didn't continue to tease him.
"By the way, I'll be the first to go on stage at the party tonight, and I'm going to sing "Prologue"."
Ron's eyes widened. "The prologue? Is this a song?"
"That's right." Vincent looked at Hagrid who was carrying two large logs in the distance.
"If I don't go, Professor McGonagall will have a bad face."
Both Harry and Ron nodded approvingly.
Everyone in Gryffindor dares to go on stage, but few of them are serious.
No way, Vincent had no choice but to drive the ducks to the shelves.
"I'll go and prepare first."
His meaningful eyes seemed to indicate that there would be a big surprise.
……
……
A small cave outside.
Dumbledore was telling Snape.
"Severus, you just need to show up to the right people."
"I'm afraid the result will disappoint you."
"Not necessarily, he's a real Gryffindor."
Snape scowled, "Recklessness is not courage."
"It depends on how you define courage—"
Dumbledore took out a straight wand from his robe, "Breaking the fear in my heart is only the first step, and there are still many, many tests to come."
"You should have started when you were a baby."
Snape took the wand, "Then he will be better than Wayne."
"You know why." Dumbledore's eyes were filled with regret, "We're all so self-righteous, Severus.
I didn't believe Sybil's prophecy, and you were trying to tell him—"
"Stop it!" Snape clenched his wand tightly, "I don't know the second half of the prophecy, have you already told Wayne?"
"Yes, no one can read his mind, not even Veritaserum."
"Have you tried it?"
Dumbledore looked at him suspiciously, "You tried, you know the result."
Voldemort never trusted anyone but himself.
Snape brought back the first half of the prophecy, and was soon tortured.
After exhausting all means, even the most absurd content, Voldemort must eradicate this threat.
"Maybe it's just a coincidence."
"But you can't deny its accuracy."
Snape said nothing.
He pointed his wand at the black robe on his body, and it turned into a tattered black cloak.
"How about it?"
"Barely works." He put on the hood and spread the palm of the other hand.
It was a small bottle of potion, and the liquid inside was black.
Dumbledore turned and walked out of the cave.
Snape pulled out the cork and took a small sip.
He also walked out of the cave and looked in the direction of the sudden burst of applause.
Most of the students at Hogwarts were applauding.
"Wayne?"
"Yes." Dumbledore shook his head, but when he was about to leave, he heard a beautiful melody he had never heard before.
The applause stopped.
On the temporary platform, there is a piano that plays automatically.
Vincent stood in the middle of a pile of instruments, directing the beat with his wand.
The addition of flute and double bass makes this melody even more magnificent.
"In Hogwarts, four houses, each with a name—"
Along with his all-encompassing voice, the oboe and harp also join in.
"We come from the wild, and we are Gryffindors—"
Dumbledore closed his eyes and enjoyed it.
"Our dean will become a cat, or a top transfiguration master—"
Meg pursed her lips.
Her little hands were about to move, as if she was about to stand up and end the show at any moment.
"Our little brothers in Gryffindor like to play tricks-"
Dumbledore opened his eyes suddenly, looking at Snape who was trembling beside him.
Vincent quickened the command of his wand, and the music grew brighter.
"The friends in Gryffindor are all very nice. There is a young man who likes to explode—"
Seamo's face darkened instantly.
"There is also a little chubby who is always laughed at by others, and now he has developed a whole body of muscles—"
Neville couldn't stop laughing.
"The teacher of the Defense Against the Dark Arts course is very stable and very funny—"
Snape trembled even more.
"There is also a crazy principal in the school, who loves to eat small candies and mess around—"
Dumbledore smiled and shook his head.
The music suddenly becomes soothing, exactly the same as the opening part.
Vincent looked in the direction of the castle meaningfully.
Draco's uneasiness came true.
"They came from the quagmire, they were ambitious, they were Slytherins—
Their dean has waist-length, bald hair as tall as the next-door dean—"
Flitwick felt immediately offended.
"Their black swans of Slytherin, they love trouble most—
The black swans in Slytherin are all bad, there's a Gallon who likes to show off—"
After this sentence, Blaise jumped onto the stage like crazy.
Vincent looked at him for a few seconds, then sang again.
"There is also a stinky mouth who doesn't like to brush his teeth all day long. He can kill people by opening his mouth—"
Draco rushed up directly with the two younger brothers.
"Hey, hey, don't mess around~" Vincent quickly hid behind the piano.
"Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw, we'll talk next time—"
After he sang this sentence, he jumped off the stage very decisively.
The four people who stayed above also jumped down and chased after them aggressively.
The scene was a bit chaotic, and the twins took the lead in shouting for cheer.
"Come on, Jin Gallon!"
"Come on, smelly mouth!"
Both Marcus and Draco were furious.
They desperately struggled to catch up with the instigator in front of them.
I have to admit that this "Prologue" ignited the atmosphere.
The song is a good song, and the lyrics are quite appropriate, but it is easy to offend people.
"Calm down, Severus."
"Dumbledore, I'm calm."
Snape's eyes under the cloak were extremely cold, "Thanks to Wayne, I'm more like that now."
Dumbledore looked up at the night sky in embarrassment, "It was just a surprise."
"There is no surprise but no joy."
Snape's figure merged with the darkness.
He seemed to be still there, and he seemed to have disappeared.
……
……
