Chapter 548 Final Dinner
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Qing Mo Da Xian
Filch, who had only been lifted from petrification for a few days, couldn't believe the reality before him.
Not long after the dinner began, just as Mag was holding the annual Academy Cup, countless fireworks suddenly exploded.
In his nightmare for more than half a year, it seemed that there was a scene where sparks were splashing everywhere.
That's right!
And the red-haired Weasley bastard!
After a round of fireworks, sumptuous food appeared on the long table.
Fred and George sat down with no intention of spoiling the food.
Judging from their slightly excited expressions, there should be a second round of swishing fireworks.
Dumbledore ate the pudding, and occasionally raised his glass to take a sip with the professors.
A drunken Trelawney sets down an empty wine bottle.
She reached out and poked forward, accidentally knocking over three other empty bottles.
Snape next to him hurriedly dodged.
"Oh, Severus?" Trelawney wobbled closer,
"Merlin's Sherry! When did you come back?"
Snape backed away in disgust, "I've always been here."
"Impossible!" She was so excited that she waved her hand forward vigorously,
"My third eye tells me that you will encounter a series of unfortunate things."
In a way, it was indeed a series of misfortunes.
But this is an afterthought.
Also, quickly put down that bottle of sherry that slipped away!
"you're drunk."
Trelawney uncorked the bottle and sniffed the fresh and elegant aroma, "No, Severus, I'm not drunk."
She straightened up suddenly, raised her head and looked at the ceiling.
Snape was taken aback for a moment.
"Hi—" She hiccupped, then shivered with her head down,
"Today is truly a day to celebrate."
After pouring wine into her glass, she drank less than half of it in one go.
Snape's face was terribly gloomy.
For the past 13 years, I have come here almost every year.
He hated prophecy, but couldn't ignore it.
"Severus—" Trelawney raised her glass, "to celebrate the end of your misfortune, why don't we have a drink?"
"No." Snape stood up and left the staff table with a dark face.
Can there be a reliable prophecy from the mouth of this crazy drunk?
As he strode towards the door of the Great Hall, several small round white objects fell onto the Slytherin table.
Draco was splashed on his school robe by the soup it splashed.
"who is it!"
Crabbe and Goyle put down the big chicken legs in their hands, and looked around warily.
Realizing something, Daphne quickly got up and walked in front of Snape.
There was a loud bang, and the bubble beans that swelled with water broke the soup bowl.
The soup spilled over Draco's limp blond hair.
"Hahahaha—" Fred and George rolled on the ground laughing.
Draco touched his forehead, "Damn Weasley!"
Picking up a puff bean the size of a Quaffle, he threw it hard at the Gryffindor table.
It flew almost right next to Snape's big nose.
A few drops of soup fell on his greasy black mid-length hair, and also on his big, terribly gloomy face.
With a sound of "咻", Bubble Beans flew over the heads of the lion cubs, smashed the window and flew out of the castle. ..."Strike!" Li held up a piece of lamb chops to his mouth,
"Malfoy is worthy of being the trump card of the Slytherin team. He can even be the suitor!"
Draco clenched his fists, and just as he was about to say something, he was splashed with soup again.
There is more than one bubble bean, and this time it was Gore's big soup bowl that burst.
He picked it up with both hands and threw it hard.
"Boom - bang bang -"
Snape, who pushed open the door of the auditorium, turned his head.
The expected scene did not appear.
Bubble Bean seemed to be kicked back by something, just knocking Draco to the floor.
Judging from the metal bat Vincent held in his hand, the ball thrown by these two hands was really accurate.
"Wow!" Li made an exaggerated movement of hitting the ball,
"Look at our player Wayne, he conjures a bat out of nowhere and hits the ball back to player Malfoy!"
Draco, who was helped up by Crabbe and Goyle, was livid.
"Wayne!"
Snape sneered.
Let's fight, we must fight.
Moreover, the disturbance will be shocking, the ghosts will cry, and some students will have to be expelled.
"Ding ding—" Dumbledore tapped his glass, then pointed the Elder Wand at the Slytherin table.
The bubble beans that were still expanding quickly collapsed.
"I think the carnival should be saved for the last weekend of the term, which is tomorrow."
Vincent turns the bat back into the badge of the Court of Owls;
Fred and George pocketed some of the little balls;
Li sat down and took a bite of the lamb chop in his hand;
Draco gritted his teeth and sat down too.
Dumbledore at the staff table smiled, "The train will depart at 11:[-] am on Sunday. I wish you all a happy summer vacation in advance."
It's a pleasure now.
Although relatively speaking.
With low pressure, Snape walked out of the auditorium door like an evil spirit.
Vincent shivered inexplicably.
He ignored Draco's eyes full of resentment and resentment, and met Dumbledore's eyes full of deep meaning.
When the headmaster speaks, he still has to give the face that should be given.
But in the wee hours of the morning, it's time to party.
……
……
Owl Court Activity Room.
"Applause, please invite our Gwent champion to come on stage!"
The innermost arena was temporarily replaced with a podium.
There were many students standing below, and they all applauded Luna with smiles on their faces.
She walked up to the podium quietly and took a trophy from Vincent.
The material is memory alloy, and the shape is Gugu holding up a Gwent card.
The card reads "1992 Hogwarts Champion of the Year" and Luna Lovegood's name is engraved on the base of the trophy.
"Congratulations." Vincent signaled her to take a closer look at the trophy.
Luna turned to the back suspiciously, and found a small string of symbols engraved on the tail feathers.
"Wayne, what are they?"
"A few simple decorations."
She blinked her eyes wide, "Is it possible that after rearrangement, it will show its original magical function?"
Vincent nodded with a smile.
The little witch's intuition is always accurate.
He put the microphone back to his mouth, "Next is our runner-up!"
The whistles Fred and George blew were so piercing that they couldn't drown out the applause.
It felt like a joke, and it seemed to be ironic.
Percy walked up to the podium with red ears.
He took the iron-copper alloy trophy from Vincent and stood beside Luna without saying a word.
"Finally our third runner-up!"
Roger Davis lifted a sterling silver trophy to even louder applause.
As the new Quidditch captain of Ravenclaw, he is tall and handsome and very popular with the students.
"Okay, the award presentation is over." Vincent pulled out his wand, "Let's play some music!"
Wall lamps turned into bass one by one, and more and more brass bass saxophones protruded from the ceiling.
Accompanied by the automatic playing of musical instruments, the entire activity room was enveloped by music with a strong sense of rhythm.
……
……
.
Qingmo Daxian reminds you: remember to collect after reading
Not long after the dinner began, just as Mag was holding the annual Academy Cup, countless fireworks suddenly exploded.
In his nightmare for more than half a year, it seemed that there was a scene where sparks were splashing everywhere.
That's right!
And the red-haired Weasley bastard!
After a round of fireworks, sumptuous food appeared on the long table.
Fred and George sat down with no intention of spoiling the food.
Judging from their slightly excited expressions, there should be a second round of swishing fireworks.
Dumbledore ate the pudding, and occasionally raised his glass to take a sip with the professors.
A drunken Trelawney sets down an empty wine bottle.
She reached out and poked forward, accidentally knocking over three other empty bottles.
Snape next to him hurriedly dodged.
"Oh, Severus?" Trelawney wobbled closer,
"Merlin's Sherry! When did you come back?"
Snape backed away in disgust, "I've always been here."
"Impossible!" She was so excited that she waved her hand forward vigorously,
"My third eye tells me that you will encounter a series of unfortunate things."
In a way, it was indeed a series of misfortunes.
But this is an afterthought.
Also, quickly put down that bottle of sherry that slipped away!
"you're drunk."
Trelawney uncorked the bottle and sniffed the fresh and elegant aroma, "No, Severus, I'm not drunk."
She straightened up suddenly, raised her head and looked at the ceiling.
Snape was taken aback for a moment.
"Hi—" She hiccupped, then shivered with her head down,
"Today is truly a day to celebrate."
After pouring wine into her glass, she drank less than half of it in one go.
Snape's face was terribly gloomy.
For the past 13 years, I have come here almost every year.
He hated prophecy, but couldn't ignore it.
"Severus—" Trelawney raised her glass, "to celebrate the end of your misfortune, why don't we have a drink?"
"No." Snape stood up and left the staff table with a dark face.
Can there be a reliable prophecy from the mouth of this crazy drunk?
As he strode towards the door of the Great Hall, several small round white objects fell onto the Slytherin table.
Draco was splashed on his school robe by the soup it splashed.
"who is it!"
Crabbe and Goyle put down the big chicken legs in their hands, and looked around warily.
Realizing something, Daphne quickly got up and walked in front of Snape.
There was a loud bang, and the bubble beans that swelled with water broke the soup bowl.
The soup spilled over Draco's limp blond hair.
"Hahahaha—" Fred and George rolled on the ground laughing.
Draco touched his forehead, "Damn Weasley!"
Picking up a puff bean the size of a Quaffle, he threw it hard at the Gryffindor table.
It flew almost right next to Snape's big nose.
A few drops of soup fell on his greasy black mid-length hair, and also on his big, terribly gloomy face.
With a sound of "咻", Bubble Beans flew over the heads of the lion cubs, smashed the window and flew out of the castle. ..."Strike!" Li held up a piece of lamb chops to his mouth,
"Malfoy is worthy of being the trump card of the Slytherin team. He can even be the suitor!"
Draco clenched his fists, and just as he was about to say something, he was splashed with soup again.
There is more than one bubble bean, and this time it was Gore's big soup bowl that burst.
He picked it up with both hands and threw it hard.
"Boom - bang bang -"
Snape, who pushed open the door of the auditorium, turned his head.
The expected scene did not appear.
Bubble Bean seemed to be kicked back by something, just knocking Draco to the floor.
Judging from the metal bat Vincent held in his hand, the ball thrown by these two hands was really accurate.
"Wow!" Li made an exaggerated movement of hitting the ball,
"Look at our player Wayne, he conjures a bat out of nowhere and hits the ball back to player Malfoy!"
Draco, who was helped up by Crabbe and Goyle, was livid.
"Wayne!"
Snape sneered.
Let's fight, we must fight.
Moreover, the disturbance will be shocking, the ghosts will cry, and some students will have to be expelled.
"Ding ding—" Dumbledore tapped his glass, then pointed the Elder Wand at the Slytherin table.
The bubble beans that were still expanding quickly collapsed.
"I think the carnival should be saved for the last weekend of the term, which is tomorrow."
Vincent turns the bat back into the badge of the Court of Owls;
Fred and George pocketed some of the little balls;
Li sat down and took a bite of the lamb chop in his hand;
Draco gritted his teeth and sat down too.
Dumbledore at the staff table smiled, "The train will depart at 11:[-] am on Sunday. I wish you all a happy summer vacation in advance."
It's a pleasure now.
Although relatively speaking.
With low pressure, Snape walked out of the auditorium door like an evil spirit.
Vincent shivered inexplicably.
He ignored Draco's eyes full of resentment and resentment, and met Dumbledore's eyes full of deep meaning.
When the headmaster speaks, he still has to give the face that should be given.
But in the wee hours of the morning, it's time to party.
……
……
Owl Court Activity Room.
"Applause, please invite our Gwent champion to come on stage!"
The innermost arena was temporarily replaced with a podium.
There were many students standing below, and they all applauded Luna with smiles on their faces.
She walked up to the podium quietly and took a trophy from Vincent.
The material is memory alloy, and the shape is Gugu holding up a Gwent card.
The card reads "1992 Hogwarts Champion of the Year" and Luna Lovegood's name is engraved on the base of the trophy.
"Congratulations." Vincent signaled her to take a closer look at the trophy.
Luna turned to the back suspiciously, and found a small string of symbols engraved on the tail feathers.
"Wayne, what are they?"
"A few simple decorations."
She blinked her eyes wide, "Is it possible that after rearrangement, it will show its original magical function?"
Vincent nodded with a smile.
The little witch's intuition is always accurate.
He put the microphone back to his mouth, "Next is our runner-up!"
The whistles Fred and George blew were so piercing that they couldn't drown out the applause.
It felt like a joke, and it seemed to be ironic.
Percy walked up to the podium with red ears.
He took the iron-copper alloy trophy from Vincent and stood beside Luna without saying a word.
"Finally our third runner-up!"
Roger Davis lifted a sterling silver trophy to even louder applause.
As the new Quidditch captain of Ravenclaw, he is tall and handsome and very popular with the students.
"Okay, the award presentation is over." Vincent pulled out his wand, "Let's play some music!"
Wall lamps turned into bass one by one, and more and more brass bass saxophones protruded from the ceiling.
Accompanied by the automatic playing of musical instruments, the entire activity room was enveloped by music with a strong sense of rhythm.
……
……
.
Qingmo Daxian reminds you: remember to collect after reading
