Chapter 628 The Best Way to Eliminate Fear
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Qing Mo Da Xian
After eating and drinking enough, you should do some exercise in moderation so as not to cause abdominal fat accumulation.
Starting from the first floor of the castle, the 8 little ones walked all the way to the entrance of the principal's office.
Astoria opened his eyes, and was even more curious about the Marauder's Map.
"Here." Fred handed her the map,
"If you're going to Hogsmeade for the weekend, this thing will help a lot."
The seven of them knew the castle very well, and it made almost no difference whether they had a map or not.
"Really?" Astoria hugged the map excitedly after getting the affirmation,
"Thank you, I will definitely use it well."
George smirked, "This is specially made by Moonface, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs for students who like magic pranks..."
His voice stopped abruptly.
Because Hermione and Daphne looked over with weird smiles on their lips.
"Ahem—" The smile on George's face disappeared, "All in all, this is a very magical map."
A nocturnal artifact capable of marking anything known to its makers and tracking it in real time.
As long as he has it, even Neville will not get lost.
Provided you don't forget where you put it.
When the twins introduced how to use it, Hermione subconsciously pursed her lips as if worried about something.
She sneaked a glance at Vincent who was holding Gu Gu.
Neither worry nor nervous, using the time-turner to go back to the past state should be unmarkable.
But once the number of retrospective hours is over, the names on the map will suddenly disappear and reappear in other places.
Unless you can accurately control the time.
The thinking is getting clearer and clearer, at least to the second.
"Huh?" Hermione stopped suddenly.
As expected, the disturbing horsefly does not exist, and the strange behavior just now may be influenced by Xiaobai.
"What's wrong with you?" Daphne also stopped, looking at her suspiciously.
This confident look is the Hermione everyone knows.
The two little witches were whispering behind the scenes, and the misunderstanding should have been cleared up.
Nine-tailed foxes can only affect unsuspecting people when they are young, and even wizards can be disturbed by illusions when they are adults.
But after taking precautions, Xiaobai couldn't influence them no matter how capable he was.
"Is it really just a misunderstanding?"
Hermione couldn't look Daphne in the eye.
"Really, but..."
She shook her head, "Don't talk about me, what do you think?"
"I..." Daphne smiled slightly, "Maybe it's more about gratitude."
Hermione breathed a sigh of relief.
But she soon froze again.
"Shouldn't you—"
"I'm not, I'm not."
Daphne looked at her seriously from top to bottom.
The height is close to 1.6 meters, the facial features are not exquisite but they look very coordinated, and the body is slender and has no fat.
The key is that self-confident, unconcealable aura of a schoolmaster.
If he is willing to dress up well, he must be no worse than Qiu.
"I still have to study, how can I have time to do this?"
"I can't help you here."
Hermione bit her lower lip with a tangled face, as if deciding on a very important matter.
She has a lot of time, it just depends on whether she is willing or not.
……
……
In the morning, the sun is shining brightly,
Two consecutive lessons on Care of Magical Creatures.
Not at the same time and place, but on the back of the same hippogriff.
Perhaps recalling yesterday's tragic experience, Draco sat outside the fence of the venue for half the class.
Seeing the monsters carrying the students to and from the Forbidden Forest, he suddenly covered his mouth as if he had a physiological reaction.
Because the black Reeves is back, and even made a difficult roll.
My stomach was overwhelmed for a while, and I quickly covered my mouth to maintain my image.
Draco didn't feel better until Vincent landed safely.
"Damn Wayne—"
No one heard his thoughts, because the second batch of students had already gone to the venue.
It is neither a spotlight nor cared about.
The glorious young master Malfoy is a thing of the past,
Now he is a victim of serious campus bullying.
If no changes are made, only a more miserable future will be left.
The more I think about it, the more aggrieved I become, and the more I think about it, the more angry I get.
to the end!
With his head held high, Draco swaggered into the arena and walked straight to Vincent, whose back was facing him.
"Wayne, it's my turn!"
Vincent stopped feeding Reeves and looked back wonderingly.
It was so dragged that it was about to go to the sky, I'm afraid it might be some serious illness.
"Can't understand human language?" Draco raised his proud little head, "Are you afraid?"
Feeling high and feeling good about yourself are typical early symptoms of mania.
Vincent squatted down and gently stroked Weiss's forehead, "Hey, he doesn't dare to do anything to you.
Just take pity on him, since no hippogriff would talk to him except you. "
"Wayne!" Draco clenched his fists, looking like he was going to hit someone at any moment.
"What's wrong?" Vincent turned around again.
He thought for a while, and his eyes became a little pitiful, "Oh, it's my fault, I forgot to take care of your self-esteem."
It is not very harmful and extremely insulting.
Draco gasped heavily, "I'm not like you, I don't need to prove anything to others!"
Excited and irritable.
It's true, it's mania.
Being forced to suffer from mental illness, Vincent felt more or less sympathetic.
But it was all self-inflicted, and he was simply forced to fight back.
"Reeves, please bear with me, I will take you to find something delicious after class."
"Chirp—"
While stepping back, Vincent raised his hand to signal Draco to step forward.
"Be brave, Malfoy!"
As if stung, Draco clenched his fist until his knuckles turned white.
He remembered someone saying something once, as if the best way to get rid of fear was to face it or something.
It's just a hippogriff with a winged body, so there's nothing scary about it.
Seeing him reaching out to touch it, Reeves suddenly jumped up and flapped his wings.
Draco nearly fell over in shock.
Thinking of Vincent next to him and the students nearby, he bit the bullet and slowly touched it.
The jet-black feather is very soft and comfortable, and it feels even better to the touch than high-grade velvet.
"Chirp—" Reeves reluctantly turned his head away.
Not likely, but it doesn't want to be slapped in the face like Buckbeak was yesterday.
But the more it hides, the more emotional Draco gets.
Reeves simply hit his forehead hard and threw him directly on his back.
Before he sat down, the big black wings flapped.
"Damn monster, I haven't—"
The sudden weightlessness made Draco hug its neck tightly.
Reeves just wanted to finish the job quickly and fly towards the Forbidden Forest at high speed.
……
……
Starting from the first floor of the castle, the 8 little ones walked all the way to the entrance of the principal's office.
Astoria opened his eyes, and was even more curious about the Marauder's Map.
"Here." Fred handed her the map,
"If you're going to Hogsmeade for the weekend, this thing will help a lot."
The seven of them knew the castle very well, and it made almost no difference whether they had a map or not.
"Really?" Astoria hugged the map excitedly after getting the affirmation,
"Thank you, I will definitely use it well."
George smirked, "This is specially made by Moonface, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs for students who like magic pranks..."
His voice stopped abruptly.
Because Hermione and Daphne looked over with weird smiles on their lips.
"Ahem—" The smile on George's face disappeared, "All in all, this is a very magical map."
A nocturnal artifact capable of marking anything known to its makers and tracking it in real time.
As long as he has it, even Neville will not get lost.
Provided you don't forget where you put it.
When the twins introduced how to use it, Hermione subconsciously pursed her lips as if worried about something.
She sneaked a glance at Vincent who was holding Gu Gu.
Neither worry nor nervous, using the time-turner to go back to the past state should be unmarkable.
But once the number of retrospective hours is over, the names on the map will suddenly disappear and reappear in other places.
Unless you can accurately control the time.
The thinking is getting clearer and clearer, at least to the second.
"Huh?" Hermione stopped suddenly.
As expected, the disturbing horsefly does not exist, and the strange behavior just now may be influenced by Xiaobai.
"What's wrong with you?" Daphne also stopped, looking at her suspiciously.
This confident look is the Hermione everyone knows.
The two little witches were whispering behind the scenes, and the misunderstanding should have been cleared up.
Nine-tailed foxes can only affect unsuspecting people when they are young, and even wizards can be disturbed by illusions when they are adults.
But after taking precautions, Xiaobai couldn't influence them no matter how capable he was.
"Is it really just a misunderstanding?"
Hermione couldn't look Daphne in the eye.
"Really, but..."
She shook her head, "Don't talk about me, what do you think?"
"I..." Daphne smiled slightly, "Maybe it's more about gratitude."
Hermione breathed a sigh of relief.
But she soon froze again.
"Shouldn't you—"
"I'm not, I'm not."
Daphne looked at her seriously from top to bottom.
The height is close to 1.6 meters, the facial features are not exquisite but they look very coordinated, and the body is slender and has no fat.
The key is that self-confident, unconcealable aura of a schoolmaster.
If he is willing to dress up well, he must be no worse than Qiu.
"I still have to study, how can I have time to do this?"
"I can't help you here."
Hermione bit her lower lip with a tangled face, as if deciding on a very important matter.
She has a lot of time, it just depends on whether she is willing or not.
……
……
In the morning, the sun is shining brightly,
Two consecutive lessons on Care of Magical Creatures.
Not at the same time and place, but on the back of the same hippogriff.
Perhaps recalling yesterday's tragic experience, Draco sat outside the fence of the venue for half the class.
Seeing the monsters carrying the students to and from the Forbidden Forest, he suddenly covered his mouth as if he had a physiological reaction.
Because the black Reeves is back, and even made a difficult roll.
My stomach was overwhelmed for a while, and I quickly covered my mouth to maintain my image.
Draco didn't feel better until Vincent landed safely.
"Damn Wayne—"
No one heard his thoughts, because the second batch of students had already gone to the venue.
It is neither a spotlight nor cared about.
The glorious young master Malfoy is a thing of the past,
Now he is a victim of serious campus bullying.
If no changes are made, only a more miserable future will be left.
The more I think about it, the more aggrieved I become, and the more I think about it, the more angry I get.
to the end!
With his head held high, Draco swaggered into the arena and walked straight to Vincent, whose back was facing him.
"Wayne, it's my turn!"
Vincent stopped feeding Reeves and looked back wonderingly.
It was so dragged that it was about to go to the sky, I'm afraid it might be some serious illness.
"Can't understand human language?" Draco raised his proud little head, "Are you afraid?"
Feeling high and feeling good about yourself are typical early symptoms of mania.
Vincent squatted down and gently stroked Weiss's forehead, "Hey, he doesn't dare to do anything to you.
Just take pity on him, since no hippogriff would talk to him except you. "
"Wayne!" Draco clenched his fists, looking like he was going to hit someone at any moment.
"What's wrong?" Vincent turned around again.
He thought for a while, and his eyes became a little pitiful, "Oh, it's my fault, I forgot to take care of your self-esteem."
It is not very harmful and extremely insulting.
Draco gasped heavily, "I'm not like you, I don't need to prove anything to others!"
Excited and irritable.
It's true, it's mania.
Being forced to suffer from mental illness, Vincent felt more or less sympathetic.
But it was all self-inflicted, and he was simply forced to fight back.
"Reeves, please bear with me, I will take you to find something delicious after class."
"Chirp—"
While stepping back, Vincent raised his hand to signal Draco to step forward.
"Be brave, Malfoy!"
As if stung, Draco clenched his fist until his knuckles turned white.
He remembered someone saying something once, as if the best way to get rid of fear was to face it or something.
It's just a hippogriff with a winged body, so there's nothing scary about it.
Seeing him reaching out to touch it, Reeves suddenly jumped up and flapped his wings.
Draco nearly fell over in shock.
Thinking of Vincent next to him and the students nearby, he bit the bullet and slowly touched it.
The jet-black feather is very soft and comfortable, and it feels even better to the touch than high-grade velvet.
"Chirp—" Reeves reluctantly turned his head away.
Not likely, but it doesn't want to be slapped in the face like Buckbeak was yesterday.
But the more it hides, the more emotional Draco gets.
Reeves simply hit his forehead hard and threw him directly on his back.
Before he sat down, the big black wings flapped.
"Damn monster, I haven't—"
The sudden weightlessness made Draco hug its neck tightly.
Reeves just wanted to finish the job quickly and fly towards the Forbidden Forest at high speed.
……
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