Chapter 323 Friendship Is Fragile, But It Is Strong
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Qing Mo Da Xian
Although there is no conclusive evidence, the descendants of those Squibs, wizards who are called "mudbloods" by ultra-pure blood, usually have high magical talents.
Generations of disappointment, they have integrated into Muggle society, when they have completely forgotten that magical world, magic suddenly and dramatically favored them.
Maybe it's accumulation, maybe it's compensation.
Pansy knew that Daphne was right, and all wizards who supported blood theory knew that they were right.
Some people can still deceive themselves, and some people already feel tired.
"Wayne is not a nice guy!"
"But it's not a bad guy either."
She got it.
If the blood curse on Astoria can be resolved, Daphne and even the entire Greengrass family will abandon the blood theory and become the same pro-Muggle pure-blood family as Weasley.
The premise is that Vincent has the ambition to match.
But in Draco's words, he is an ambitious demon who dreams of letting Muggles ride on the heads of wizards.
Pansy stopped in front of the dormitory, "Have you made your choice yet?"
"Half and half."
She forced a smile, "Very well, any decision we Slytherins make requires deliberation."
Daphne knew that the relationship between the two parties had broken down, but it was still maintained on the surface.
"If he fails, it will prove that he is not as good as I thought."
With smirks on their faces, they walked into the Slytherin common room.
In front of the bulletin board was a large group of students, from grades one through seven.
"Let's go have a look."
"it is good."
In order to resolve this strange feeling, they focused on a piece of parchment that had just been stapled on.
Dueling club?
8 o'clock tonight?
hall?
Daphne and Pansy stared blankly at each other.
Who dares to make such a big show, which professor is it?
……
……
after dinner,
Owl Court Activity Room.
Vincent hardly thought about it, "Who else but Lockhart?"
"No wonder he didn't come to class today."
Fred and George began egging him on:
"Dude, don't you want to express yourself openly?"
"This is a good opportunity. The little snakes will definitely become your little brother by any means when they see you slapping the audience, or successfully solving the accident!"
"A new member of the Court of Owls."
"Yes, yes, yes." George looked back at the clock hanging on the wall, "There is still half an hour left, and you can change into a suit of clothes that will dazzle the audience."
Vincent looked down at the school robe on his body, "What do you think you should wear to be more conspicuous than Lockhart?"
"Women's clothing!"
He picked up a gwent card on the table and threw it at James.
"What's the use of a bright appearance, the important thing is the inside."
Hermione, who has been keeping a low profile for the past two days, raised her head and said, "That's right, it's pretty but not a meal."
"Huh?" Fred tilted his head and looked at her.
"Miss Know-It-All actually spoke!"
Hermione stared fiercely with her big white eyes, "I'm not as heartless as you are."
"It's nothing." George hooked Vincent's shoulder, "Right, buddy~"
"Maybe I should be more obvious?"
"what?"
"Angry, unhappy, depressed."
George's smile became a little stiff, "Are you kidding me?"
"No."
"Goo—" Fred swallowed.
"I'm joking." Vincent shook his head slightly at Hermione.
Sometimes being too serious can cause cracks in friendship.
He really didn't see a problem with not trusting himself.
But for Hermione, it was a thorn in the heart.
She felt that the distrust caused by suspicion was equivalent to a kind of betrayal.
Fred and George looked left at Vincent who was smiling, and right at Hermione who was drooping her head and dared not lift it up.
They stood up as if they understood something.
"Oh, we have to go there early to make trouble~"
"Surprise Lockhart first?"
"good idea!"
After the two of them left, Hermione glanced at Vincent quietly.
After realizing that she was really not angry, she mustered up the courage to sit next to him.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't—"
"Our friendship is not so fragile, is it?"
She froze, and looked into his eyes tentatively.
"If one day I also questioned what you did, would you think I betrayed you?"
"No, but it's different!"
"It's the same." Vincent pointed to himself, "I'm not a god, I will make mistakes, and I will do things you hate.
And God is—" He shook his head and didn't continue.
Hermione didn't pay much attention to the second half of the sentence.
She took out a picture frame from a small semi-circular cloth bag.
1992 9 Month 19 Day.
According to Lavender's seemingly unreliable astrology, Virgo girls are calm on the surface, but they are often sensitive and fragile on the inside.
"I figured it out." Hermione put the photo frame back solemnly, "Our friendship is not fragile, and it is even stronger than I imagined."
Vincent stood up from the chair, "It's almost time, I have to perform well."
"Don't you like expressing yourself?"
"Like I just said, I do some pretty nasty things too."
The two followed the students to the auditorium.
As they descended the stairs, they met Fred and George, who were pouting their mouths.
"Success?"
"No."
Vincent couldn't believe it.
"Could it be that Merlin is caring for Lockhart?"
George twitched his lips, "We met him on the third floor and just threw the big dung over there, and he looked over as if he knew it in advance."
Fred held up his wand. "He flicked it like this, and the two big dung eggs just stayed in mid-air."
To both of them, this was simply impossible.
"He's a professor." Vincent continued to walk down the steps, "No matter how unbearable it is, I can still say a few silent spells."
The twins regained their spirits.
"That's right, he dared to set up a dueling club with great fanfare, it must be because he drank a whole bottle of Felix Elixir."
"Plus Merlin's favor?"
"It's terrible~"
They bouncing after them.
The auditorium was full of people, and all the students of the school should have come.
The long tables are all gone, replaced by a gilded stage along the wall,
Under the light of hundreds of floating candles, there are excited little faces clutching wands.
"Maybe it's Professor Flitwick." Seamus, who came first, explained his reasons. "He was the dueling champion when he was young, so he must have organized it."
"Maybe it's Snape." Dean pointed to the dark ceiling, "Aren't bats active at night?"
"Really!" Seamus leaned back slightly, "Anyway, as long as it's not—NO!"
The words turned into moans.
Because here he is, he walks onto the stage in a fuchsia robe.
Lockhart was radiant on stage, just as he was at the awards ceremony during the holidays.
Snape, who came up with him, was the complete opposite.
Black robe as usual, extremely gloomy expression, black eyes full of impatience.
With such extreme two people standing together, no one would believe that nothing happened.
……
……
Generations of disappointment, they have integrated into Muggle society, when they have completely forgotten that magical world, magic suddenly and dramatically favored them.
Maybe it's accumulation, maybe it's compensation.
Pansy knew that Daphne was right, and all wizards who supported blood theory knew that they were right.
Some people can still deceive themselves, and some people already feel tired.
"Wayne is not a nice guy!"
"But it's not a bad guy either."
She got it.
If the blood curse on Astoria can be resolved, Daphne and even the entire Greengrass family will abandon the blood theory and become the same pro-Muggle pure-blood family as Weasley.
The premise is that Vincent has the ambition to match.
But in Draco's words, he is an ambitious demon who dreams of letting Muggles ride on the heads of wizards.
Pansy stopped in front of the dormitory, "Have you made your choice yet?"
"Half and half."
She forced a smile, "Very well, any decision we Slytherins make requires deliberation."
Daphne knew that the relationship between the two parties had broken down, but it was still maintained on the surface.
"If he fails, it will prove that he is not as good as I thought."
With smirks on their faces, they walked into the Slytherin common room.
In front of the bulletin board was a large group of students, from grades one through seven.
"Let's go have a look."
"it is good."
In order to resolve this strange feeling, they focused on a piece of parchment that had just been stapled on.
Dueling club?
8 o'clock tonight?
hall?
Daphne and Pansy stared blankly at each other.
Who dares to make such a big show, which professor is it?
……
……
after dinner,
Owl Court Activity Room.
Vincent hardly thought about it, "Who else but Lockhart?"
"No wonder he didn't come to class today."
Fred and George began egging him on:
"Dude, don't you want to express yourself openly?"
"This is a good opportunity. The little snakes will definitely become your little brother by any means when they see you slapping the audience, or successfully solving the accident!"
"A new member of the Court of Owls."
"Yes, yes, yes." George looked back at the clock hanging on the wall, "There is still half an hour left, and you can change into a suit of clothes that will dazzle the audience."
Vincent looked down at the school robe on his body, "What do you think you should wear to be more conspicuous than Lockhart?"
"Women's clothing!"
He picked up a gwent card on the table and threw it at James.
"What's the use of a bright appearance, the important thing is the inside."
Hermione, who has been keeping a low profile for the past two days, raised her head and said, "That's right, it's pretty but not a meal."
"Huh?" Fred tilted his head and looked at her.
"Miss Know-It-All actually spoke!"
Hermione stared fiercely with her big white eyes, "I'm not as heartless as you are."
"It's nothing." George hooked Vincent's shoulder, "Right, buddy~"
"Maybe I should be more obvious?"
"what?"
"Angry, unhappy, depressed."
George's smile became a little stiff, "Are you kidding me?"
"No."
"Goo—" Fred swallowed.
"I'm joking." Vincent shook his head slightly at Hermione.
Sometimes being too serious can cause cracks in friendship.
He really didn't see a problem with not trusting himself.
But for Hermione, it was a thorn in the heart.
She felt that the distrust caused by suspicion was equivalent to a kind of betrayal.
Fred and George looked left at Vincent who was smiling, and right at Hermione who was drooping her head and dared not lift it up.
They stood up as if they understood something.
"Oh, we have to go there early to make trouble~"
"Surprise Lockhart first?"
"good idea!"
After the two of them left, Hermione glanced at Vincent quietly.
After realizing that she was really not angry, she mustered up the courage to sit next to him.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't—"
"Our friendship is not so fragile, is it?"
She froze, and looked into his eyes tentatively.
"If one day I also questioned what you did, would you think I betrayed you?"
"No, but it's different!"
"It's the same." Vincent pointed to himself, "I'm not a god, I will make mistakes, and I will do things you hate.
And God is—" He shook his head and didn't continue.
Hermione didn't pay much attention to the second half of the sentence.
She took out a picture frame from a small semi-circular cloth bag.
1992 9 Month 19 Day.
According to Lavender's seemingly unreliable astrology, Virgo girls are calm on the surface, but they are often sensitive and fragile on the inside.
"I figured it out." Hermione put the photo frame back solemnly, "Our friendship is not fragile, and it is even stronger than I imagined."
Vincent stood up from the chair, "It's almost time, I have to perform well."
"Don't you like expressing yourself?"
"Like I just said, I do some pretty nasty things too."
The two followed the students to the auditorium.
As they descended the stairs, they met Fred and George, who were pouting their mouths.
"Success?"
"No."
Vincent couldn't believe it.
"Could it be that Merlin is caring for Lockhart?"
George twitched his lips, "We met him on the third floor and just threw the big dung over there, and he looked over as if he knew it in advance."
Fred held up his wand. "He flicked it like this, and the two big dung eggs just stayed in mid-air."
To both of them, this was simply impossible.
"He's a professor." Vincent continued to walk down the steps, "No matter how unbearable it is, I can still say a few silent spells."
The twins regained their spirits.
"That's right, he dared to set up a dueling club with great fanfare, it must be because he drank a whole bottle of Felix Elixir."
"Plus Merlin's favor?"
"It's terrible~"
They bouncing after them.
The auditorium was full of people, and all the students of the school should have come.
The long tables are all gone, replaced by a gilded stage along the wall,
Under the light of hundreds of floating candles, there are excited little faces clutching wands.
"Maybe it's Professor Flitwick." Seamus, who came first, explained his reasons. "He was the dueling champion when he was young, so he must have organized it."
"Maybe it's Snape." Dean pointed to the dark ceiling, "Aren't bats active at night?"
"Really!" Seamus leaned back slightly, "Anyway, as long as it's not—NO!"
The words turned into moans.
Because here he is, he walks onto the stage in a fuchsia robe.
Lockhart was radiant on stage, just as he was at the awards ceremony during the holidays.
Snape, who came up with him, was the complete opposite.
Black robe as usual, extremely gloomy expression, black eyes full of impatience.
With such extreme two people standing together, no one would believe that nothing happened.
……
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