Chapter 532 The Bad Idea of Two Little Witches
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Qing Mo Da Xian
"80 points!" Ron shouted after class,
"How could he deduct 80 points from us in one class!"
"Because—" Neville tightened his school robe, "because he's a professor."
Harry, who wanted to say something, silently took his textbook.
Time to go to the Batcave again.
On weekends and after Potions class, he was off to learn Occlumency.
It's been half a year and no progress has been made.
If there are any, familiarity with the office layout can count as one, and knowing that there are a large number of small bottles suspected of storing memories under the wooden cabinet can also count as one.
"Snape's crazy!" Ron was still babbling while cooking.
The exhausted Harry nodded.
With the power of Legilimency just now, I'm afraid he could even see clearly the first time he wetted the bed.
However, judging from Snape's mysterious sneer before he left, it was very possible that he had a crush on Qiu.
Hermione saw all his moans and sighs.
Being a good teacher is not a good habit.
YouQi had just been crushed by Vincent.
Don't listen to anything, cold violence is useless.
"Why don't you act like a baby." Daphne came up with a bad idea.
Hermione is very self-aware, and acting like a baby is also a high success rate of this good girlfriend.
"I'm not very curious about what happened. Anyway, the world of magic knows about those witch slags. Why don't we wait quietly for the result?"
Daphne is right.
But the 12-year-old little witch is full of beautiful fantasies about her dreams. She wants to know how the Ministry of Magic will handle things, and even more wants to know what decisions Fudge will make.
"Let me ask for you."
Today is Wednesday, and there is a history of magic class in the afternoon.
Vincent, who was going to take a slip after lunch, pretended not to see Daphne approaching.
"Vincent, I have something to ask you."
Same routine as last year.
But this time it can be refused.
"Sorry, can we talk about it another day?"
She Niu is a She Niu, and she refused simply and neatly.
Vincent went upstairs and she followed.
Follow it when you go to the activity room, and follow it when you go back to the Gryffindor Tower.
He stopped in front of the boys' dormitory, turned to face her with a bitter face,
"Hermione's bad idea?"
"She said this way you won't ignore me." Daphne blinked her eyes wide and pretended to be innocent,
"She still wanted me to act like a baby to you."
"Stop!" Vincent shivered greatly, "Besides, I'm going to catch a cold."
The joke was so cold that he had to admit defeat.
"It's actually true." Hermione suddenly appeared next to him,
"If even this can't be done, we plan to—"
"Stop, stop!" Vincent covered the school robe tightly with his cold hands, "I will satisfy your curiosity right now."
He opened the door of the dormitory, "Go back and prepare first, and leave after class."
"Where?"
"Ministry of Magic."
Hermione and Daphne smiled at the same time as if they had succeeded.
Alas - I was tricked by the two little witches.
Change into sportswear and bring a mithril suitcase.
When it was 2:[-] in the afternoon, he almost fell off his chair in shock from the appearance of the two of them.
The clothes are tighter than the other, and not even a strand of hair is exposed.
"You—" Vincent looked back and forth for a long time.
He shook his head and gave them a thumbs up, "Great disguise!"
Not to mention the outside of the school, Knockturn Alley is not so exaggerated.
Both Hermione and Daphne could hear his sarcasm.
"It's our first time going out."
"Yes, not as experienced as you."
Vincent squinted at Hermione.
This is the first time Daphne has slipped out of school, she just hasn't been there recently.
"It's different!" Hermione pulled down the black scarf covering half of her face,
"We're going to the Ministry of Magic, and it's over if we're recognized."
"Just watching from the outside, and I'm a trustee now."
She and Daphne froze for a moment.
"You are exercising your power improperly."
"It's a violation of school rules to sneak out."
"Uh—this—" the two little witches were speechless.
Vincent, who was in a good mood, walked towards the door of the dormitory, "Time waits for no one, hurry up and make your clothes a little more normal."
They puffed up their cheeks and took out their wands, pointing at their exaggerated attires.
One pink and one white sports suit, the hood covering the small head turned into a black peaked cap.
He opened the door of the dormitory, looked back and conjured a hat of the same style for himself.
Quietly came to the secret passage, and quietly walked out of Honeydukes Candy Store.
When the three came to the Hog's Head, Aberforth just came up from the wine cellar.
"Professor Dumbledore?" Hermione exclaimed.
Take a closer look, this guy's nose hasn't been broken, and his dressing style is quite normal.
"I'm his brother." Aberforth returned to the bar and glanced at Vincent strangely.
"Mr. Dumbledore, is Sam down there?"
"Correct."
"I think it's about time."
His strange eyes glanced over Hermione and Daphne,
"People are brought back by you, and you can take them away whenever you want."
Vincent brought two little witches with their heads down to the wine cellar.
Only Sam and a blindfolded wizard were there.
"Young~ You bring two little girlfriends—"
A silent curse that was as fast as lightning went down, and the whole wine cellar was silent.
Sam undoes the Silence Charm with a dark face, "You Brits really don't understand humor."
Daphne was slightly better, and Hermione didn't even dare to lift her head.
Vincent took off Tash's hood, "It's better than you impolite American."
There is no hair on the forehead, and all the teeth have fallen out.
Hermione, who was no longer blushing, stepped forward with her fists clenched.
She seemed eager to get a beating, if no one else was around.
Sam coughed playfully, "I'll go up and sit down, don't kill me."
Vincent opened the suitcase, took out two pairs of boxing gloves and threw them at them.
"He is now hypnotized by magic and won't remember anything when he wakes up."
Hermione and Daphne put on their gloves in silence.
As long as you can't beat him to death, beat him to death.
With a "pop", the nose collapsed.
There were several "kakaka" sounds, and the finger that had just been snapped broke again.
Compared to Daphne's anger towards the scum of the ethnic group, Hermione is just as angry as Center.
The "Muggle Protection Act" has been implemented for almost a year, and Mrs. Zabini still dares to take the Wayne couple's idea, and Tash in front of him dares to continue to imprison innocent Muggles.
There are two cases that can be found, but what about the ones that have not been found?
A law that is not taken seriously is just a piece of waste paper.
Now that the magic community around the world knows about the Knockturn Alley scandal, the Ministry of Magic has no way to ignore it.
Hermione broke off the finger that had cut off the nails and didn't continue.
She figured it out.
Vincent did not deal with this group of witch scum privately, but wanted to completely put an end to similar things.
Using the media to expand its influence and force the Ministry of Magic to face up to the problems of Knockturn Alley and Spider's End, Fudge, who is obsessed with power, feels the crisis.
If you still can't be decent, then continue to help them be decent.
……
……
"How could he deduct 80 points from us in one class!"
"Because—" Neville tightened his school robe, "because he's a professor."
Harry, who wanted to say something, silently took his textbook.
Time to go to the Batcave again.
On weekends and after Potions class, he was off to learn Occlumency.
It's been half a year and no progress has been made.
If there are any, familiarity with the office layout can count as one, and knowing that there are a large number of small bottles suspected of storing memories under the wooden cabinet can also count as one.
"Snape's crazy!" Ron was still babbling while cooking.
The exhausted Harry nodded.
With the power of Legilimency just now, I'm afraid he could even see clearly the first time he wetted the bed.
However, judging from Snape's mysterious sneer before he left, it was very possible that he had a crush on Qiu.
Hermione saw all his moans and sighs.
Being a good teacher is not a good habit.
YouQi had just been crushed by Vincent.
Don't listen to anything, cold violence is useless.
"Why don't you act like a baby." Daphne came up with a bad idea.
Hermione is very self-aware, and acting like a baby is also a high success rate of this good girlfriend.
"I'm not very curious about what happened. Anyway, the world of magic knows about those witch slags. Why don't we wait quietly for the result?"
Daphne is right.
But the 12-year-old little witch is full of beautiful fantasies about her dreams. She wants to know how the Ministry of Magic will handle things, and even more wants to know what decisions Fudge will make.
"Let me ask for you."
Today is Wednesday, and there is a history of magic class in the afternoon.
Vincent, who was going to take a slip after lunch, pretended not to see Daphne approaching.
"Vincent, I have something to ask you."
Same routine as last year.
But this time it can be refused.
"Sorry, can we talk about it another day?"
She Niu is a She Niu, and she refused simply and neatly.
Vincent went upstairs and she followed.
Follow it when you go to the activity room, and follow it when you go back to the Gryffindor Tower.
He stopped in front of the boys' dormitory, turned to face her with a bitter face,
"Hermione's bad idea?"
"She said this way you won't ignore me." Daphne blinked her eyes wide and pretended to be innocent,
"She still wanted me to act like a baby to you."
"Stop!" Vincent shivered greatly, "Besides, I'm going to catch a cold."
The joke was so cold that he had to admit defeat.
"It's actually true." Hermione suddenly appeared next to him,
"If even this can't be done, we plan to—"
"Stop, stop!" Vincent covered the school robe tightly with his cold hands, "I will satisfy your curiosity right now."
He opened the door of the dormitory, "Go back and prepare first, and leave after class."
"Where?"
"Ministry of Magic."
Hermione and Daphne smiled at the same time as if they had succeeded.
Alas - I was tricked by the two little witches.
Change into sportswear and bring a mithril suitcase.
When it was 2:[-] in the afternoon, he almost fell off his chair in shock from the appearance of the two of them.
The clothes are tighter than the other, and not even a strand of hair is exposed.
"You—" Vincent looked back and forth for a long time.
He shook his head and gave them a thumbs up, "Great disguise!"
Not to mention the outside of the school, Knockturn Alley is not so exaggerated.
Both Hermione and Daphne could hear his sarcasm.
"It's our first time going out."
"Yes, not as experienced as you."
Vincent squinted at Hermione.
This is the first time Daphne has slipped out of school, she just hasn't been there recently.
"It's different!" Hermione pulled down the black scarf covering half of her face,
"We're going to the Ministry of Magic, and it's over if we're recognized."
"Just watching from the outside, and I'm a trustee now."
She and Daphne froze for a moment.
"You are exercising your power improperly."
"It's a violation of school rules to sneak out."
"Uh—this—" the two little witches were speechless.
Vincent, who was in a good mood, walked towards the door of the dormitory, "Time waits for no one, hurry up and make your clothes a little more normal."
They puffed up their cheeks and took out their wands, pointing at their exaggerated attires.
One pink and one white sports suit, the hood covering the small head turned into a black peaked cap.
He opened the door of the dormitory, looked back and conjured a hat of the same style for himself.
Quietly came to the secret passage, and quietly walked out of Honeydukes Candy Store.
When the three came to the Hog's Head, Aberforth just came up from the wine cellar.
"Professor Dumbledore?" Hermione exclaimed.
Take a closer look, this guy's nose hasn't been broken, and his dressing style is quite normal.
"I'm his brother." Aberforth returned to the bar and glanced at Vincent strangely.
"Mr. Dumbledore, is Sam down there?"
"Correct."
"I think it's about time."
His strange eyes glanced over Hermione and Daphne,
"People are brought back by you, and you can take them away whenever you want."
Vincent brought two little witches with their heads down to the wine cellar.
Only Sam and a blindfolded wizard were there.
"Young~ You bring two little girlfriends—"
A silent curse that was as fast as lightning went down, and the whole wine cellar was silent.
Sam undoes the Silence Charm with a dark face, "You Brits really don't understand humor."
Daphne was slightly better, and Hermione didn't even dare to lift her head.
Vincent took off Tash's hood, "It's better than you impolite American."
There is no hair on the forehead, and all the teeth have fallen out.
Hermione, who was no longer blushing, stepped forward with her fists clenched.
She seemed eager to get a beating, if no one else was around.
Sam coughed playfully, "I'll go up and sit down, don't kill me."
Vincent opened the suitcase, took out two pairs of boxing gloves and threw them at them.
"He is now hypnotized by magic and won't remember anything when he wakes up."
Hermione and Daphne put on their gloves in silence.
As long as you can't beat him to death, beat him to death.
With a "pop", the nose collapsed.
There were several "kakaka" sounds, and the finger that had just been snapped broke again.
Compared to Daphne's anger towards the scum of the ethnic group, Hermione is just as angry as Center.
The "Muggle Protection Act" has been implemented for almost a year, and Mrs. Zabini still dares to take the Wayne couple's idea, and Tash in front of him dares to continue to imprison innocent Muggles.
There are two cases that can be found, but what about the ones that have not been found?
A law that is not taken seriously is just a piece of waste paper.
Now that the magic community around the world knows about the Knockturn Alley scandal, the Ministry of Magic has no way to ignore it.
Hermione broke off the finger that had cut off the nails and didn't continue.
She figured it out.
Vincent did not deal with this group of witch scum privately, but wanted to completely put an end to similar things.
Using the media to expand its influence and force the Ministry of Magic to face up to the problems of Knockturn Alley and Spider's End, Fudge, who is obsessed with power, feels the crisis.
If you still can't be decent, then continue to help them be decent.
……
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