Chapter 25 Master Malfoy's High-end Perfume
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Qing Mo Da Xian
Early in the morning, before dawn, there was a wailing sound from the Slytherin dormitory.
Draco, who was sleeping elegantly, just turned over a bit too much, and disaster fell from the sky, his face was covered with sticky objects.
This smell is particularly choking.
"Shet!!!"
Only after he turned on the light did he realize what was sticking to his body.
These things, which are a mixture of certain magical items, turned out to be big dung eggs that imitated in place no matter the shape or taste.
"What's the smell?" Crabbe and Goyle both opened their eyes in a daze.
Who is this guy standing in his dormitory with shit-yellow paint all over his body?
A thief?Or come to drop by?
Everything their boss arranged was antique.
"Idiot!" Draco wiped his face with his hands, "Give me the quilt!"
Covered with two thick quilts, he hurried to the shower room.
While not many people are getting up now, I have to wash up quickly before talking about other things.
"Who is it..."
Master Malfoy, who had bathed No. 20 times, let out a hysterical roar.
Gryffindor boys dormitory.
Vincent stretched after getting up.
"Ah, the environment here is still good."
The warm sunlight coming in from the window dispelled the coldness that stuck to him yesterday.
Slytherin's broken dungeon, he never wanted to go into it a second time in his life.
"Good morning..." Neville got up with his eyes closed.
With a "boom", he fell off the bed without any surprise.
Under the laughter of the other two roommates, he stood up as if nothing had happened.
"Neville, did you not sleep well?"
"No, I have been like this since I was a child."
Vincent couldn't help secretly guessing whether this unlucky physique was another extremely rare magical talent.
If there is good luck, there should always be bad luck.
"Come on, I will share some good luck with you."
Neville nodded seriously, "Thank you, I will try my best not to infect you with bad luck."
"Ha ha ha ha……"
The four people in the entire dormitory hugged their stomachs and laughed.
Alfred Johnson and James Walker smiled, their impression of Neville changed greatly.
Originally, they all thought that this timid-looking roommate would have that kind of unsocial and dull personality.
But looking at it now, with a roommate like Vincent who can fight regardless of his image, I am afraid that this dormitory will get along very harmoniously.
The real situation is also like this.
The four people who went to the auditorium to eat together have become friends with each other.
"My father was a Muggle and my mother was a witch,"
James, who is a little short, told an interesting story about his family, "After getting married, my father was almost scared and ran to No. [-] Downing Street."
"What kind of place is this?" Alfred, whose parents were both wizards, was puzzled. "Could it be a Muggle witch-hunting organization?"
"No no no," Vincent took a sip of hot milk, "That's a good place to brag."
"Bragging?" James, who knew the truth, was stunned.
In a sense, this place really does boast every day.
To compare it to the Ministry of Magic, both Neville and Alfred understood it.
Regardless of Muggles or wizards, this Great Empire is really getting worse every year.
What is the current Minister for Magic best at?
In addition to awarding badges to myself, it is to publicize my work ability in newspapers.
"Cuckoo——" the brown ball fell from the sky and hit Vincent in front of him.
He hugged each other with some disgust, "Didn't Professor McGonagall make a weight loss plan for you?"
"Cuckoo!!"
"Understood, you, the most honorable owl in Hogwarts, need to be treated differently."
Neville stretched his neck and leaned over, "You can understand owl language?"
"No." Vincent fed Gugu the ham in his sandwich, "I just can understand what it's saying by feeling."
"Wow, that's amazing!"
Not long after the three sighed, a large flock of owls flew into the auditorium.
One of the owls flew towards them.
It landed in front of Neville, tilting his head to suggest something.
"I think it should want to drink milk."
Neville pushed his cup over and opened today's Daily Prophet.
"Vincent, you're in the newspaper!"
He read aloud with great interest: "Mr. Vincent Wayne, who enrolled yesterday, successfully created a new history of Hogwarts..."
James said enviously, "This name is almost as good as Harry's?"
"It's far away." Vincent flipped open another sandwich, "In ten or eight days, people still have to forget who I am."
"I envy your mentality." Alfred pushed his own milk to the owl.
"This reporter is really interesting." Neville pointed to the signature at the end of the news. .seven
Could it be possible that the term "cute beetle" refers to Rita?
In the seemingly impenetrable Hogwarts Castle, there are definitely many small holes that can convey messages.
Neville, who put down the newspaper, suddenly narrowed his eyes and looked around.
"Why do I always feel that something is missing..."
Vincent patted Gugu's big belly, "It should be Raffles, I haven't seen it since last night."
"No, my Lefe!"
Neville's wailing was just heard by Draco who had just entered.
A strong fragrance emanated from his body, covering the entire hall of the auditorium almost instantly.
He swaggered and led the two younger brothers to the Gryffindor long table, raising his chin high in the eyes of a lot of unkind eyes.
"That ugly toad is as stupid as you are, Longbottom."
Before Vincent stood up, the twins with their weird endings squeezed past.
"Wow, as expected of the young master of the Malfoy family, even the smell of perfume is so high-end~"
George still sniffed deeply with his nose, "Ah, this is the smell of Galleon~"
Hermione, who was eating in the corner, couldn't hold back.
She was choked and coughed violently.
Vincent glanced over and found that she was sitting alone.
It seems that the girls' dormitory doesn't get along as harmoniously as the boys' dormitory.
He was about to walk over to say hello when Draco walked around the twins and stood opposite Harry.
"Look, Potter, they're hopelessly stupid.
If you don't want to stay with them, I can ask my dad to use the powers of the trustees to transfer you to the Slytherin house. "
Harry's expression was extremely unnatural.
Just as he was about to shake his hands and refuse, he found a tall figure walking over.
"Student Malfoy, your location doesn't seem to be here~"
Draco turned his head to look, almost unable to hold back the expression on his face.
"It's you again, Wayne!"
Since yesterday,
The sole heir of his noble and pure Malfoy family,
Draco Malfoy had been having bad luck.
Thinking about it seriously, it seems that it all started from that train.
Fortunately, he deliberately chose a front compartment other than the prefects, intending to invite Harry to enjoy this wonderful journey together.
The culprit of all this is actually an ugly and stupid toad.
Draco smiled, grimly.
"Duel, Wayne!"
He stared straight into those blue eyes, "Wizards duel, everything is solved with magic!"
Vincent curled his lips: "This is a violation of school rules.
What's more, what if you don't come? "
Led by the twins, the Gryffindor table burst into laughter.
Draco, who was blushing slightly, shook his little hand, "It's ridiculous, our Malfoy family will never run away!"
The little eagles and little badgers who were silently paying attention here couldn't help laughing.
……
……
Draco, who was sleeping elegantly, just turned over a bit too much, and disaster fell from the sky, his face was covered with sticky objects.
This smell is particularly choking.
"Shet!!!"
Only after he turned on the light did he realize what was sticking to his body.
These things, which are a mixture of certain magical items, turned out to be big dung eggs that imitated in place no matter the shape or taste.
"What's the smell?" Crabbe and Goyle both opened their eyes in a daze.
Who is this guy standing in his dormitory with shit-yellow paint all over his body?
A thief?Or come to drop by?
Everything their boss arranged was antique.
"Idiot!" Draco wiped his face with his hands, "Give me the quilt!"
Covered with two thick quilts, he hurried to the shower room.
While not many people are getting up now, I have to wash up quickly before talking about other things.
"Who is it..."
Master Malfoy, who had bathed No. 20 times, let out a hysterical roar.
Gryffindor boys dormitory.
Vincent stretched after getting up.
"Ah, the environment here is still good."
The warm sunlight coming in from the window dispelled the coldness that stuck to him yesterday.
Slytherin's broken dungeon, he never wanted to go into it a second time in his life.
"Good morning..." Neville got up with his eyes closed.
With a "boom", he fell off the bed without any surprise.
Under the laughter of the other two roommates, he stood up as if nothing had happened.
"Neville, did you not sleep well?"
"No, I have been like this since I was a child."
Vincent couldn't help secretly guessing whether this unlucky physique was another extremely rare magical talent.
If there is good luck, there should always be bad luck.
"Come on, I will share some good luck with you."
Neville nodded seriously, "Thank you, I will try my best not to infect you with bad luck."
"Ha ha ha ha……"
The four people in the entire dormitory hugged their stomachs and laughed.
Alfred Johnson and James Walker smiled, their impression of Neville changed greatly.
Originally, they all thought that this timid-looking roommate would have that kind of unsocial and dull personality.
But looking at it now, with a roommate like Vincent who can fight regardless of his image, I am afraid that this dormitory will get along very harmoniously.
The real situation is also like this.
The four people who went to the auditorium to eat together have become friends with each other.
"My father was a Muggle and my mother was a witch,"
James, who is a little short, told an interesting story about his family, "After getting married, my father was almost scared and ran to No. [-] Downing Street."
"What kind of place is this?" Alfred, whose parents were both wizards, was puzzled. "Could it be a Muggle witch-hunting organization?"
"No no no," Vincent took a sip of hot milk, "That's a good place to brag."
"Bragging?" James, who knew the truth, was stunned.
In a sense, this place really does boast every day.
To compare it to the Ministry of Magic, both Neville and Alfred understood it.
Regardless of Muggles or wizards, this Great Empire is really getting worse every year.
What is the current Minister for Magic best at?
In addition to awarding badges to myself, it is to publicize my work ability in newspapers.
"Cuckoo——" the brown ball fell from the sky and hit Vincent in front of him.
He hugged each other with some disgust, "Didn't Professor McGonagall make a weight loss plan for you?"
"Cuckoo!!"
"Understood, you, the most honorable owl in Hogwarts, need to be treated differently."
Neville stretched his neck and leaned over, "You can understand owl language?"
"No." Vincent fed Gugu the ham in his sandwich, "I just can understand what it's saying by feeling."
"Wow, that's amazing!"
Not long after the three sighed, a large flock of owls flew into the auditorium.
One of the owls flew towards them.
It landed in front of Neville, tilting his head to suggest something.
"I think it should want to drink milk."
Neville pushed his cup over and opened today's Daily Prophet.
"Vincent, you're in the newspaper!"
He read aloud with great interest: "Mr. Vincent Wayne, who enrolled yesterday, successfully created a new history of Hogwarts..."
James said enviously, "This name is almost as good as Harry's?"
"It's far away." Vincent flipped open another sandwich, "In ten or eight days, people still have to forget who I am."
"I envy your mentality." Alfred pushed his own milk to the owl.
"This reporter is really interesting." Neville pointed to the signature at the end of the news. .seven
Could it be possible that the term "cute beetle" refers to Rita?
In the seemingly impenetrable Hogwarts Castle, there are definitely many small holes that can convey messages.
Neville, who put down the newspaper, suddenly narrowed his eyes and looked around.
"Why do I always feel that something is missing..."
Vincent patted Gugu's big belly, "It should be Raffles, I haven't seen it since last night."
"No, my Lefe!"
Neville's wailing was just heard by Draco who had just entered.
A strong fragrance emanated from his body, covering the entire hall of the auditorium almost instantly.
He swaggered and led the two younger brothers to the Gryffindor long table, raising his chin high in the eyes of a lot of unkind eyes.
"That ugly toad is as stupid as you are, Longbottom."
Before Vincent stood up, the twins with their weird endings squeezed past.
"Wow, as expected of the young master of the Malfoy family, even the smell of perfume is so high-end~"
George still sniffed deeply with his nose, "Ah, this is the smell of Galleon~"
Hermione, who was eating in the corner, couldn't hold back.
She was choked and coughed violently.
Vincent glanced over and found that she was sitting alone.
It seems that the girls' dormitory doesn't get along as harmoniously as the boys' dormitory.
He was about to walk over to say hello when Draco walked around the twins and stood opposite Harry.
"Look, Potter, they're hopelessly stupid.
If you don't want to stay with them, I can ask my dad to use the powers of the trustees to transfer you to the Slytherin house. "
Harry's expression was extremely unnatural.
Just as he was about to shake his hands and refuse, he found a tall figure walking over.
"Student Malfoy, your location doesn't seem to be here~"
Draco turned his head to look, almost unable to hold back the expression on his face.
"It's you again, Wayne!"
Since yesterday,
The sole heir of his noble and pure Malfoy family,
Draco Malfoy had been having bad luck.
Thinking about it seriously, it seems that it all started from that train.
Fortunately, he deliberately chose a front compartment other than the prefects, intending to invite Harry to enjoy this wonderful journey together.
The culprit of all this is actually an ugly and stupid toad.
Draco smiled, grimly.
"Duel, Wayne!"
He stared straight into those blue eyes, "Wizards duel, everything is solved with magic!"
Vincent curled his lips: "This is a violation of school rules.
What's more, what if you don't come? "
Led by the twins, the Gryffindor table burst into laughter.
Draco, who was blushing slightly, shook his little hand, "It's ridiculous, our Malfoy family will never run away!"
The little eagles and little badgers who were silently paying attention here couldn't help laughing.
……
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