Chapter 220 Who is the Winner?
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Qing Mo Da Xian
From a distance, Vincent and Hermione saw Draco emerge from a Slytherin tent.
He looked a little irritable, and even the two people nearby didn't notice it.
"Potter, you can't hide!
Come out, I know you want to sneak up on me! "
Poor excuses and acting.
Hermione, who had no affection for him at all, let go of her tightly furrowed brows.
"Potter?!" Blaise looked at Draco blankly, "He didn't have the guts to come to our place."
He opened his hands and looked around the high-end tents in the audience.
When he was about to say something more, his face collapsed as if he was constipated.
"Wayne!"
Vincent stepped forward with a smile, "I think he has the guts."
"Humph—" Blaise raised his head quite proudly.
Draco was about to leave when he turned around suddenly.
"Wayne, shall we make a bet?"
Vincent showed great interest, "What's the bet?"
"I won, you stop that rag game."
"What if you lose?"
Draco puffed up his chest, "Our family has a wide network, and we can make your tattered cards resound all over the wizarding world casually."
Another poor excuse.
"What if none of us find it?"
"Then we all lose!"
"Yes." Vincent left a meaningful look.
Blaise thought he got it.
As long as Vincent does not find the missing Harry, the Gwent School Tournament cannot be held.
At least this semester.
They can find the best, and if they can't find it, it's just a loss of promotional money.
At this moment, all the Slytherin students spontaneously searched for it.
Vincent stood where he was, and turned out "The Tales of Beedle the Poet".
"The surest sign that a man's magic is bad is how he treats non-magical people—"
Hermione couldn't understand the magic runes above, so she could only read the dense comments below.
"What book is this?"
"The Tales of Beedle the Poet."
Vincent told her the general plot, while his eyes were fixed on Draco who kept going in and out of the tent.
"The wizard was afraid that the cauldron would take off his shoes and bounce around again, so he could only help the villagers like his father did when he was alive."
Hermione's eyes were very complicated.
"The Wizard and the Hopping Pot" is ostensibly a story of a father turning his son's mind around, but it hides deep sadness and powerlessness.
A small cauldron before the father died, so the son who hated Muggles had to help them;
The son had to obey his father's wishes in order to quiet the cauldron.
The ending of the story does not account for the change in the son.
He might be as friendly to Muggles as his father was, and he might kill the group of Muggle neighbors who kept asking him for help.
Beedou probably wants to leave the ending to the readers.
"What will you do?" Hermione was very curious about Vincent's choice.
"I'll throw away the cauldron and tell my neighbors that they have a problem and learn to do it themselves."
Not accepting anyone's influence is indeed a decision he will make.
If it was the former Hermione, she would have already scolded him for his stubbornness and indifference.
But now she is silent.
Since the promulgation of the "Secrecy Act", non-magic Muggles have started several industrial revolutions, and finally developed technology that excludes magic.
"What about you, Hermione?" Vincent closed the book, quietly waiting for the answer.
After a few minutes, Hermione raised her little head.
"I'm going to move away from them."
"Well—" He nodded, looking away from her face.
Those who are determined to break the existence of the "Secrecy Act", after all, only occupy a very small minority.
"Harry! You're finally back!"
Vincent looked at Ron who was running excitedly outside the camp.
Harry, who followed Dumbledore, was in a good state of mind, not at all like he had been missing all night.
"Where have you been?" Ron hugged him excitedly, "We've been looking for it all morning!"
"I'm lost." Harry's eyes were a little dodgy, "Sorry, I should have told you."
"I should trust you too."
Seamus and Dean who came over were full of remorse.
If they chose to trust Harry, at least they wouldn't let him go out alone.
Vincent and Dumbledore looked at each other from afar.
The result is important, as is the process.
"Wayne, you lost!" Blaise walked over with a smirk, "You can throw your tattered campus competition into the trash can!"
"That depends on the effect of your propaganda."
His face darkened instantly, "Tomorrow morning at the latest, all the British Isles will know."
"Remember it's positive." Vincent put his right hand on his shoulder, "You know the consequences very well."
Pussy, who is staring bitterly in the crowd, is a prime example.
Carrying private goods will end badly, and of course Blaise, who thinks he is a smart person, will not do this.
"And you, Malfoy."
Draco snorted coldly, "I'm willing to admit defeat, and I hope you can keep your promise."
"Then thank you in advance." Vincent withdrew his right hand.
Both he and Blaise ignored the sarcasm.
Black Swan also has cards.
A more refined card surface, a more gorgeous effect, and a higher price.
The eyes of the masses are discerning.
Once there is a comparison, they are about to release cards and must not kill Gwent cards.
"children--"
Dumbledore's voice covered the audience, "Although there was a little accident in the middle, I think this event is still very successful."
The students all cheered loudly.
"Professor, we want more next year!"
He looked at Fred and George who had the loudest voices, "I personally strongly agree."
"Fire those school managers!"
"agree!"
The twins made Draco turn green with rage.
Dumbledore winked at them both, "The trustees are all reasonable people, I'm sure they won't object."
"Professor, I still think it would be better to fire them!"
He shook his head with a smile without saying a word, and looked in the direction of the professors.
Mag nodded slightly and stepped forward.
"It's almost noon now, we have to go back before dinner."
Percy was the quickest prefect.
He quickly organized the Gryffindors to pack up their tents.
In contrast, is Marcus with a face full of indifference.
All the Slytherin students slept in Blaise's tents, and it took a long time to pack them up.
"Flint, we're ready."
"Miss us, Weasley!"
The twins ran over and booed immediately.
They didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement, and they all walked beside Mag when they went back.
In the first row, walk with the principal and deputy principal.
Some felt schadenfreude, while others mourned the two of them.
Vincent walked all the way, listening to Harry tell stories all the way.
He did set off to find the shadow, but later found out that it was actually an acromantula.
He was taken into the lair, but fortunately Dumbledore appeared in time, so he did not become their food.
"You're so lucky!" Ron didn't notice the unnatural look on Harry's face.
"No matter what you encounter next time, you must tell me as soon as possible."
Harry's expression was quite complicated, "I will, I will."
I don't know why he is still Dumbledore, but Voldemort's name never appeared in the whole thing.
……
……
He looked a little irritable, and even the two people nearby didn't notice it.
"Potter, you can't hide!
Come out, I know you want to sneak up on me! "
Poor excuses and acting.
Hermione, who had no affection for him at all, let go of her tightly furrowed brows.
"Potter?!" Blaise looked at Draco blankly, "He didn't have the guts to come to our place."
He opened his hands and looked around the high-end tents in the audience.
When he was about to say something more, his face collapsed as if he was constipated.
"Wayne!"
Vincent stepped forward with a smile, "I think he has the guts."
"Humph—" Blaise raised his head quite proudly.
Draco was about to leave when he turned around suddenly.
"Wayne, shall we make a bet?"
Vincent showed great interest, "What's the bet?"
"I won, you stop that rag game."
"What if you lose?"
Draco puffed up his chest, "Our family has a wide network, and we can make your tattered cards resound all over the wizarding world casually."
Another poor excuse.
"What if none of us find it?"
"Then we all lose!"
"Yes." Vincent left a meaningful look.
Blaise thought he got it.
As long as Vincent does not find the missing Harry, the Gwent School Tournament cannot be held.
At least this semester.
They can find the best, and if they can't find it, it's just a loss of promotional money.
At this moment, all the Slytherin students spontaneously searched for it.
Vincent stood where he was, and turned out "The Tales of Beedle the Poet".
"The surest sign that a man's magic is bad is how he treats non-magical people—"
Hermione couldn't understand the magic runes above, so she could only read the dense comments below.
"What book is this?"
"The Tales of Beedle the Poet."
Vincent told her the general plot, while his eyes were fixed on Draco who kept going in and out of the tent.
"The wizard was afraid that the cauldron would take off his shoes and bounce around again, so he could only help the villagers like his father did when he was alive."
Hermione's eyes were very complicated.
"The Wizard and the Hopping Pot" is ostensibly a story of a father turning his son's mind around, but it hides deep sadness and powerlessness.
A small cauldron before the father died, so the son who hated Muggles had to help them;
The son had to obey his father's wishes in order to quiet the cauldron.
The ending of the story does not account for the change in the son.
He might be as friendly to Muggles as his father was, and he might kill the group of Muggle neighbors who kept asking him for help.
Beedou probably wants to leave the ending to the readers.
"What will you do?" Hermione was very curious about Vincent's choice.
"I'll throw away the cauldron and tell my neighbors that they have a problem and learn to do it themselves."
Not accepting anyone's influence is indeed a decision he will make.
If it was the former Hermione, she would have already scolded him for his stubbornness and indifference.
But now she is silent.
Since the promulgation of the "Secrecy Act", non-magic Muggles have started several industrial revolutions, and finally developed technology that excludes magic.
"What about you, Hermione?" Vincent closed the book, quietly waiting for the answer.
After a few minutes, Hermione raised her little head.
"I'm going to move away from them."
"Well—" He nodded, looking away from her face.
Those who are determined to break the existence of the "Secrecy Act", after all, only occupy a very small minority.
"Harry! You're finally back!"
Vincent looked at Ron who was running excitedly outside the camp.
Harry, who followed Dumbledore, was in a good state of mind, not at all like he had been missing all night.
"Where have you been?" Ron hugged him excitedly, "We've been looking for it all morning!"
"I'm lost." Harry's eyes were a little dodgy, "Sorry, I should have told you."
"I should trust you too."
Seamus and Dean who came over were full of remorse.
If they chose to trust Harry, at least they wouldn't let him go out alone.
Vincent and Dumbledore looked at each other from afar.
The result is important, as is the process.
"Wayne, you lost!" Blaise walked over with a smirk, "You can throw your tattered campus competition into the trash can!"
"That depends on the effect of your propaganda."
His face darkened instantly, "Tomorrow morning at the latest, all the British Isles will know."
"Remember it's positive." Vincent put his right hand on his shoulder, "You know the consequences very well."
Pussy, who is staring bitterly in the crowd, is a prime example.
Carrying private goods will end badly, and of course Blaise, who thinks he is a smart person, will not do this.
"And you, Malfoy."
Draco snorted coldly, "I'm willing to admit defeat, and I hope you can keep your promise."
"Then thank you in advance." Vincent withdrew his right hand.
Both he and Blaise ignored the sarcasm.
Black Swan also has cards.
A more refined card surface, a more gorgeous effect, and a higher price.
The eyes of the masses are discerning.
Once there is a comparison, they are about to release cards and must not kill Gwent cards.
"children--"
Dumbledore's voice covered the audience, "Although there was a little accident in the middle, I think this event is still very successful."
The students all cheered loudly.
"Professor, we want more next year!"
He looked at Fred and George who had the loudest voices, "I personally strongly agree."
"Fire those school managers!"
"agree!"
The twins made Draco turn green with rage.
Dumbledore winked at them both, "The trustees are all reasonable people, I'm sure they won't object."
"Professor, I still think it would be better to fire them!"
He shook his head with a smile without saying a word, and looked in the direction of the professors.
Mag nodded slightly and stepped forward.
"It's almost noon now, we have to go back before dinner."
Percy was the quickest prefect.
He quickly organized the Gryffindors to pack up their tents.
In contrast, is Marcus with a face full of indifference.
All the Slytherin students slept in Blaise's tents, and it took a long time to pack them up.
"Flint, we're ready."
"Miss us, Weasley!"
The twins ran over and booed immediately.
They didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement, and they all walked beside Mag when they went back.
In the first row, walk with the principal and deputy principal.
Some felt schadenfreude, while others mourned the two of them.
Vincent walked all the way, listening to Harry tell stories all the way.
He did set off to find the shadow, but later found out that it was actually an acromantula.
He was taken into the lair, but fortunately Dumbledore appeared in time, so he did not become their food.
"You're so lucky!" Ron didn't notice the unnatural look on Harry's face.
"No matter what you encounter next time, you must tell me as soon as possible."
Harry's expression was quite complicated, "I will, I will."
I don't know why he is still Dumbledore, but Voldemort's name never appeared in the whole thing.
……
……
