Chapter 297
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Qing Mo Da Xian
After filling their stomachs, the six little ones decided to "take a walk" in the Slytherin dormitory.
"Do you have a way to solve those props?"
Vincent, who smiled without saying a word, held up the mithril suitcase.
Fred and George ran out of the kitchen laughing.
There's a good chance the old bat is in the Batcave.
After quietly sneaking into the dormitory, Cedric uttered the password he got from a certain girl in the snake courtyard.
"Pure blood—" he cried sadly, "can you not let me go next time, they will find out sooner or later."
"Thank you, brother." George patted him on the shoulder solemnly, "For our better tomorrow, you should date them a few more times."
"You—you are so cruel!" Cedric pushed open the door and walked in with a full face of aggrieved expression.
Sacrificing his hue is so grandiose, it is Hogwarts' best friend.
"To be honest, Vincent's conditions are much better than mine." He stopped suddenly.
At the age of 12, his height is close to 170, his physique is stronger than most adults, and he is still immature but full of confidence and handsome face.
Cedric stood side by side next to Vincent, "If I were a small boy, he would be a proper tough guy."
He patted his arm, which was thicker than himself, "Listen, how clear the sound is!"
"It's not that I don't want to," Vincent spread his hands. "Other colleges are fine, but all the girls here don't like me."
"That's the truth." Fred shook his head regretfully, "Sed, until the situation doesn't improve, we have no choice but to wrong you."
"By graduation, right?" Cedric said with a stinky face, "I shouldn't have trusted you in the first place.
If Merlin could give me a chance to do it all over again, I would definitely not eat that hot pot meal. "
George raised his neck, "Even if you do it all over again, you will still choose to eat."
Cedric was speechless.
That night was clearly intended to lure him and Luo Fu into hooking up, and there would be other things if there was no hot pot.
When he came to the target point, he was already blushing from the twins teasing him softly.
"Sure enough, it's gone." Vincent pulled out his wand, and pointed at the luxurious wooden door in front of him.
Malfoy's house had just been raided, no matter how courageous he was, it was impossible to blatantly place black magic props.
What happened to the school manager, Fudge is still waiting to harvest the second wave.
The light blue light from the tip of the alder stick is cracking the magic traps at the door one by one.
Without black magic props, these things can be solved with only a curse.
"Click——" Vincent gently pushed the door open and entered the room that he hadn't been in for nearly a year.
As always, it is low-key and luxurious, and as always, it sleeps like a dead pig.
Probably because of Snape's irregular patrols, there was nothing beside Draco's bed.
Vincent opened the suitcase very skillfully and took out a very ordinary rope from it.
Fred and George were equally skilful in pulling out the big shit eggs from their pockets.
Hermione rolled her eyes on the spot.
She can be regarded as knowing why Draco last year wore such an aggressive perfume for a few days.
It's nearly [-] down, and it's considered a strong psychological quality if it doesn't collapse.
It's still the same crystal chandelier, it's still the same school gown on the hanger, it's still the same place where it was tied up.
Everything is exactly the same as last year.
If we insist on the difference, there are only three more viewers.
When the rope became thinner, the six little ones left quietly.
"Do you think he will still be recruited?"
"Certainly not."
"Trust me, he will."
Not to mention the removal of the original arrangement, just sleeping like a dead pig is doomed.
……
……
The sun on the second day was extraordinarily bright, as bright as the laughter detonated in the auditorium.
"Wow—" The twins leaned over the Slytherin table and took a deep breath.
"Whose high-end perfume is this, why do we seem to have smelled it somewhere?"
Draco, who had bathed dozens of times, his pink and tender skin became even redder.
"Damn red hair, did you do it!"
"How is it possible~"
Crabbe and Goyle were about to get up when Lockhart trotted over with his trademark smile.
"Perfume? What perfume?" He sniffed at Fred and George, then bent over to Draco.
"I remember you, Mr. Malfoy's precious son."
"I have a name, Professor." Draco raised his chin high, "Listen, my name is Draco—Draco Malfoy."
Lockhart nodded slightly, then straightened his back, "As your teacher, I really have no reason to discipline you—
But as a good friend of your father, I have to tell you something. "
He fanned his clothes lightly, "Look, I don't even wear perfume!
I've been through your age, and I understand your desire to be noticed. "
"Pfft—hahahaha—" The laughter in the auditorium grew louder.
Draco's fists were clenched tightly.
"But ah but," Lockhart said earnestly, as if he was not affected, "this kind of thinking is undoubtedly wrong.
Your current age is the time to concentrate on studying, and you can't put all your mind on these crooked ways. "
The social death group has added another fierce general.
When Lockhart left, he was not as downcast as yesterday, but full of a sense of accomplishment as if he had persuaded a lost boy.
"He's actually quite pleasing to the eye." Harry, who was in a good mood, drank an extra bowl of cereal.
Ron was drinking his third bowl. "Honestly, I'm starting to think we've gotten pretty lucky."
"Same feeling."
On this day, Draco skipped class.
Still all day.
When he received a letter from Lucius at night, his mentality directly collapsed.
"Racked Defense Class! Ragged Professor!"
Lockhart is also a recipient of the third class of the Order of Merlin, so no matter how unreliable he is, he has to give some face.
Otherwise, it would mean not giving face to the Wizengamot, the Ministry of Magic and Fudge who was in charge of awarding honors.
"Draco, why don't we follow Wayne's example!"
"Yeah, they can all solve Quirrell, why can't we?"
The idea that Crabbe and Goyle came up with made Draco "smile".
"You guys go, it's better to put him in Azkaban too."
His reputation was discredited at Hogwarts, but not in the huge wizarding world.
Those fanatical fans could flood the entire Slytherin dormitory in minutes with one mouthful of spit.
For some reason, Crabbe and Goyle took this seriously.
It's a pity that Snape caught them right after they went out at night.
"Professor, we—"
"Go back now!"
Snape, who was in a bad mood, returned to the first floor and sat back on the small bench placed in front of the dungeon entrance.
By the time it was past three o'clock in the morning, he already had quite good reasons to suspect that a group of little bastards knew his whereabouts.
What?Draco is miserable?
It's too bad for him to stay up all night!
……
……
"Do you have a way to solve those props?"
Vincent, who smiled without saying a word, held up the mithril suitcase.
Fred and George ran out of the kitchen laughing.
There's a good chance the old bat is in the Batcave.
After quietly sneaking into the dormitory, Cedric uttered the password he got from a certain girl in the snake courtyard.
"Pure blood—" he cried sadly, "can you not let me go next time, they will find out sooner or later."
"Thank you, brother." George patted him on the shoulder solemnly, "For our better tomorrow, you should date them a few more times."
"You—you are so cruel!" Cedric pushed open the door and walked in with a full face of aggrieved expression.
Sacrificing his hue is so grandiose, it is Hogwarts' best friend.
"To be honest, Vincent's conditions are much better than mine." He stopped suddenly.
At the age of 12, his height is close to 170, his physique is stronger than most adults, and he is still immature but full of confidence and handsome face.
Cedric stood side by side next to Vincent, "If I were a small boy, he would be a proper tough guy."
He patted his arm, which was thicker than himself, "Listen, how clear the sound is!"
"It's not that I don't want to," Vincent spread his hands. "Other colleges are fine, but all the girls here don't like me."
"That's the truth." Fred shook his head regretfully, "Sed, until the situation doesn't improve, we have no choice but to wrong you."
"By graduation, right?" Cedric said with a stinky face, "I shouldn't have trusted you in the first place.
If Merlin could give me a chance to do it all over again, I would definitely not eat that hot pot meal. "
George raised his neck, "Even if you do it all over again, you will still choose to eat."
Cedric was speechless.
That night was clearly intended to lure him and Luo Fu into hooking up, and there would be other things if there was no hot pot.
When he came to the target point, he was already blushing from the twins teasing him softly.
"Sure enough, it's gone." Vincent pulled out his wand, and pointed at the luxurious wooden door in front of him.
Malfoy's house had just been raided, no matter how courageous he was, it was impossible to blatantly place black magic props.
What happened to the school manager, Fudge is still waiting to harvest the second wave.
The light blue light from the tip of the alder stick is cracking the magic traps at the door one by one.
Without black magic props, these things can be solved with only a curse.
"Click——" Vincent gently pushed the door open and entered the room that he hadn't been in for nearly a year.
As always, it is low-key and luxurious, and as always, it sleeps like a dead pig.
Probably because of Snape's irregular patrols, there was nothing beside Draco's bed.
Vincent opened the suitcase very skillfully and took out a very ordinary rope from it.
Fred and George were equally skilful in pulling out the big shit eggs from their pockets.
Hermione rolled her eyes on the spot.
She can be regarded as knowing why Draco last year wore such an aggressive perfume for a few days.
It's nearly [-] down, and it's considered a strong psychological quality if it doesn't collapse.
It's still the same crystal chandelier, it's still the same school gown on the hanger, it's still the same place where it was tied up.
Everything is exactly the same as last year.
If we insist on the difference, there are only three more viewers.
When the rope became thinner, the six little ones left quietly.
"Do you think he will still be recruited?"
"Certainly not."
"Trust me, he will."
Not to mention the removal of the original arrangement, just sleeping like a dead pig is doomed.
……
……
The sun on the second day was extraordinarily bright, as bright as the laughter detonated in the auditorium.
"Wow—" The twins leaned over the Slytherin table and took a deep breath.
"Whose high-end perfume is this, why do we seem to have smelled it somewhere?"
Draco, who had bathed dozens of times, his pink and tender skin became even redder.
"Damn red hair, did you do it!"
"How is it possible~"
Crabbe and Goyle were about to get up when Lockhart trotted over with his trademark smile.
"Perfume? What perfume?" He sniffed at Fred and George, then bent over to Draco.
"I remember you, Mr. Malfoy's precious son."
"I have a name, Professor." Draco raised his chin high, "Listen, my name is Draco—Draco Malfoy."
Lockhart nodded slightly, then straightened his back, "As your teacher, I really have no reason to discipline you—
But as a good friend of your father, I have to tell you something. "
He fanned his clothes lightly, "Look, I don't even wear perfume!
I've been through your age, and I understand your desire to be noticed. "
"Pfft—hahahaha—" The laughter in the auditorium grew louder.
Draco's fists were clenched tightly.
"But ah but," Lockhart said earnestly, as if he was not affected, "this kind of thinking is undoubtedly wrong.
Your current age is the time to concentrate on studying, and you can't put all your mind on these crooked ways. "
The social death group has added another fierce general.
When Lockhart left, he was not as downcast as yesterday, but full of a sense of accomplishment as if he had persuaded a lost boy.
"He's actually quite pleasing to the eye." Harry, who was in a good mood, drank an extra bowl of cereal.
Ron was drinking his third bowl. "Honestly, I'm starting to think we've gotten pretty lucky."
"Same feeling."
On this day, Draco skipped class.
Still all day.
When he received a letter from Lucius at night, his mentality directly collapsed.
"Racked Defense Class! Ragged Professor!"
Lockhart is also a recipient of the third class of the Order of Merlin, so no matter how unreliable he is, he has to give some face.
Otherwise, it would mean not giving face to the Wizengamot, the Ministry of Magic and Fudge who was in charge of awarding honors.
"Draco, why don't we follow Wayne's example!"
"Yeah, they can all solve Quirrell, why can't we?"
The idea that Crabbe and Goyle came up with made Draco "smile".
"You guys go, it's better to put him in Azkaban too."
His reputation was discredited at Hogwarts, but not in the huge wizarding world.
Those fanatical fans could flood the entire Slytherin dormitory in minutes with one mouthful of spit.
For some reason, Crabbe and Goyle took this seriously.
It's a pity that Snape caught them right after they went out at night.
"Professor, we—"
"Go back now!"
Snape, who was in a bad mood, returned to the first floor and sat back on the small bench placed in front of the dungeon entrance.
By the time it was past three o'clock in the morning, he already had quite good reasons to suspect that a group of little bastards knew his whereabouts.
What?Draco is miserable?
It's too bad for him to stay up all night!
……
……
