Chapter 78 Gryffindor's Counterattack
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Qing Mo Da Xian
In a week, Mag cooperated to complete the deformation size limit of all solids.
"Professor, next is liquid."
Vincent took out a large bottle of lubricating oil, "This is polypropylene glycol, it will sink directly to the bottom of the water."
"Oh, are you trying to wear me out and use Transfiguration time to finish your dissertation?"
Mag's cold joke is really cold.
It's only the end of September, and it feels like winter is already here.
The two little wizards who had completed their daily tasks immediately ran back to the dormitory in desperation.
"Next there is gas..."
Hermione, who was rather sad, raised the notebook full of data in her hand, "Who are the senior students looking for?"
"Fred said Cedric would be happy to cooperate with us."
Vincent opened the door of the boys' dormitory, "By the way, you can find Qiu in the second grade, and we have Percy in the fifth grade."
"Only the sixth and seventh grades are left?"
"correct."
Hermione nodded and went straight back to the bedroom.
Students in grades one to seven, the old and new professors of transfiguration, are enough to cover the low-levels of transfiguration in the magic world.
The rest of the mid-level players can be left until the Christmas holiday to complete.
Vincent opened the bedroom door and found that all three roommates were asleep.
It's no wonder they are like this, after all, they have held their breath for so long.
"Malfoy, take my uppercut!"
The sleeping James suddenly raised his fist and shouted, then lowered his hand limply.
This grievance is probably not about to reach its peak.
He opened the window and yelled "Cuckoo Flying" to the outside.
Two or three minutes later, Gu Gu, who had gained a lot of weight, fell into his arms.
"Go to my house~"
It looked at this extremely flattering big face, and raised its round head a little arrogantly.
"Don't eat, no matter how fat you get, you won't be able to fly~"
"Cuckoo!"
Vincent, who wrote a letter with it in his arms, finally agreed to many requests.
Except for the things needed, most of the whole parchment is small snacks.
"Remember to share with your friends, don't eat alone anymore."
Cuckoo picked up the envelope, kicked his paws and flew away slowly.
"Oh, this little guy..."
Vincent sighed, and then opened his own Marauder's map from Monday to Wednesday.
Quirrell stayed in the office obediently;
Dumbledore's old cold legs seem to be attacking again;
Snape was probably brewing some long-lasting potion.
"Huh? Why did Harry go out by himself?"
Mr. Potter, who was wandering around on the eighth floor of the castle, met Peeves who liked to play tricks.
Just as Vincent was sweating for him, the series of small footprints under Dumbledore's name in the principal's office suddenly stopped turning.
"Is this for a heart-to-heart talk?"
However, the little footprint stopped for a moment, and then began to spin again.
"It turned out to be a rest..."
Seeing Peeves go away, Vincent had no choice but to close the map.
Filch was on guard on the fourth floor, and several professors were in their offices. It was unlikely that Harry would be caught on the eighth floor. .seven
The curfew time has just passed, why don't you hurry up and practice the illusion spell.
Vincent, who still has one leg unwrapped, always feels that Quirrell will do something this week.
"There shouldn't be a breakup."
He nodded confidently.
……
……
Corridor on the eighth floor.
Ever since Harry learned fighting, he seemed to have become more courageous.
He dared to walk out of the dormitory during the curfew time, and just now he dared to threaten Peeves to call the bloody Barrow over.
"Ugh--"
He sighed by the window.
Malfoy's business;
College points;
Snape's business;
It's all making him feel irritable recently.
The reason for leaving the dormitory was simply that he couldn't sleep.
"How should I do……"
Harry was in a daze for a while before going back to the dormitory to rest.
Early the next morning, Draco came to the Gryffindor table again proudly.
He first glanced at Raffle who jumped onto the table, and then walked towards Harry little by little.
"Go back, Malfoy!" Ron stood up holding the spoon.
"Weasley, are you going to give me air for the show?"
Crabbe and Goyle, who were the attendants, laughed arrogantly and recklessly.
Ron, who was clutching the spoon tightly and blushing, did not refute, but just stared at the three of them with eyes that were about to burst into flames.
"It's boring, everyone has become a coward~"
Draco didn't forget to sarcastically before leaving.
Just as he turned around and did not take two steps, Vincent, who had taken a sip of milk, stretched out his feet very secretly.
With a snap, Draco's entire face hit the marble floor.
"Who is it!" He stood up and looked at Vincent who had just put down the glass.
"Wayne, did you do it!"
"you guess?"
Draco, who lowered his head slightly, clenched his fists tightly together.
"Heh, you finally couldn't help but shoot?"
Vincent looked at his little face who didn't know whether it was flushed with anger or just flushed, and couldn't help but rejoice that he drank the milk first.
"I didn't make a move~"
Draco's lips trembled with anger, "Wayne, do you admit that you made a mistake?"
"Where's the evidence?" Vincent turned his face casually, "Did you see me step out?"
"No—" There were uniform mocking voices.
Draco, who was a little over the top, directly grabbed his collar with both hands.
"Wayne, don't be too happy!"
Vincent, with an extremely terrified expression, aimed at Percy who seemed to be about to watch a play, "Help~ Malfoy is going to beat someone~"
Just as Draco was about to let go, a pair of big hands squeezed over.
"Ah, you're strangling me so hard I can't breathe~"
"Malfoy, stop!" Percy strode over.
He tugged on Draco's shoulders, trying to separate them.
However, Vincent's hands were too strong, and he tried several times before he succeeded.
"Points deducted, points must be deducted!" the aggrieved twins shouted loudly.
Under their booing, the little lions shouted rhythmically.
As the prefect, Percy deducted 10 points on the spot.
Draco was about to show his wrist when he met Vincent's mocking eyes.
So what if it's exposed?
He was the first to strike.
"Wayne, I didn't expect you to play such small tricks."
"Wow~" Vincent's eyes widened exaggeratedly, "You actually know this?
I thought you didn't know yourself~"
An angry Draco was about to make a move when Percy grabbed his shoulder.
"Malfoy, do you dare to do it again under my nose?"
"good very good!"
Even if he was completely irritated, he knew clearly that he could not be fooled again.
After being suppressed for half a month, Gryffindor probably will unite and launch a counterattack.
Vincent, who gained the most points among the students, sent out a signal, and even the senior lion cubs responded one after another.
Draco didn't know why, but he knew that the map of the "war between the two houses" would never be limited to the classroom.
Meal time, rest time, even evening, I'm afraid they all have to be included.
……
……
"Professor, next is liquid."
Vincent took out a large bottle of lubricating oil, "This is polypropylene glycol, it will sink directly to the bottom of the water."
"Oh, are you trying to wear me out and use Transfiguration time to finish your dissertation?"
Mag's cold joke is really cold.
It's only the end of September, and it feels like winter is already here.
The two little wizards who had completed their daily tasks immediately ran back to the dormitory in desperation.
"Next there is gas..."
Hermione, who was rather sad, raised the notebook full of data in her hand, "Who are the senior students looking for?"
"Fred said Cedric would be happy to cooperate with us."
Vincent opened the door of the boys' dormitory, "By the way, you can find Qiu in the second grade, and we have Percy in the fifth grade."
"Only the sixth and seventh grades are left?"
"correct."
Hermione nodded and went straight back to the bedroom.
Students in grades one to seven, the old and new professors of transfiguration, are enough to cover the low-levels of transfiguration in the magic world.
The rest of the mid-level players can be left until the Christmas holiday to complete.
Vincent opened the bedroom door and found that all three roommates were asleep.
It's no wonder they are like this, after all, they have held their breath for so long.
"Malfoy, take my uppercut!"
The sleeping James suddenly raised his fist and shouted, then lowered his hand limply.
This grievance is probably not about to reach its peak.
He opened the window and yelled "Cuckoo Flying" to the outside.
Two or three minutes later, Gu Gu, who had gained a lot of weight, fell into his arms.
"Go to my house~"
It looked at this extremely flattering big face, and raised its round head a little arrogantly.
"Don't eat, no matter how fat you get, you won't be able to fly~"
"Cuckoo!"
Vincent, who wrote a letter with it in his arms, finally agreed to many requests.
Except for the things needed, most of the whole parchment is small snacks.
"Remember to share with your friends, don't eat alone anymore."
Cuckoo picked up the envelope, kicked his paws and flew away slowly.
"Oh, this little guy..."
Vincent sighed, and then opened his own Marauder's map from Monday to Wednesday.
Quirrell stayed in the office obediently;
Dumbledore's old cold legs seem to be attacking again;
Snape was probably brewing some long-lasting potion.
"Huh? Why did Harry go out by himself?"
Mr. Potter, who was wandering around on the eighth floor of the castle, met Peeves who liked to play tricks.
Just as Vincent was sweating for him, the series of small footprints under Dumbledore's name in the principal's office suddenly stopped turning.
"Is this for a heart-to-heart talk?"
However, the little footprint stopped for a moment, and then began to spin again.
"It turned out to be a rest..."
Seeing Peeves go away, Vincent had no choice but to close the map.
Filch was on guard on the fourth floor, and several professors were in their offices. It was unlikely that Harry would be caught on the eighth floor. .seven
The curfew time has just passed, why don't you hurry up and practice the illusion spell.
Vincent, who still has one leg unwrapped, always feels that Quirrell will do something this week.
"There shouldn't be a breakup."
He nodded confidently.
……
……
Corridor on the eighth floor.
Ever since Harry learned fighting, he seemed to have become more courageous.
He dared to walk out of the dormitory during the curfew time, and just now he dared to threaten Peeves to call the bloody Barrow over.
"Ugh--"
He sighed by the window.
Malfoy's business;
College points;
Snape's business;
It's all making him feel irritable recently.
The reason for leaving the dormitory was simply that he couldn't sleep.
"How should I do……"
Harry was in a daze for a while before going back to the dormitory to rest.
Early the next morning, Draco came to the Gryffindor table again proudly.
He first glanced at Raffle who jumped onto the table, and then walked towards Harry little by little.
"Go back, Malfoy!" Ron stood up holding the spoon.
"Weasley, are you going to give me air for the show?"
Crabbe and Goyle, who were the attendants, laughed arrogantly and recklessly.
Ron, who was clutching the spoon tightly and blushing, did not refute, but just stared at the three of them with eyes that were about to burst into flames.
"It's boring, everyone has become a coward~"
Draco didn't forget to sarcastically before leaving.
Just as he turned around and did not take two steps, Vincent, who had taken a sip of milk, stretched out his feet very secretly.
With a snap, Draco's entire face hit the marble floor.
"Who is it!" He stood up and looked at Vincent who had just put down the glass.
"Wayne, did you do it!"
"you guess?"
Draco, who lowered his head slightly, clenched his fists tightly together.
"Heh, you finally couldn't help but shoot?"
Vincent looked at his little face who didn't know whether it was flushed with anger or just flushed, and couldn't help but rejoice that he drank the milk first.
"I didn't make a move~"
Draco's lips trembled with anger, "Wayne, do you admit that you made a mistake?"
"Where's the evidence?" Vincent turned his face casually, "Did you see me step out?"
"No—" There were uniform mocking voices.
Draco, who was a little over the top, directly grabbed his collar with both hands.
"Wayne, don't be too happy!"
Vincent, with an extremely terrified expression, aimed at Percy who seemed to be about to watch a play, "Help~ Malfoy is going to beat someone~"
Just as Draco was about to let go, a pair of big hands squeezed over.
"Ah, you're strangling me so hard I can't breathe~"
"Malfoy, stop!" Percy strode over.
He tugged on Draco's shoulders, trying to separate them.
However, Vincent's hands were too strong, and he tried several times before he succeeded.
"Points deducted, points must be deducted!" the aggrieved twins shouted loudly.
Under their booing, the little lions shouted rhythmically.
As the prefect, Percy deducted 10 points on the spot.
Draco was about to show his wrist when he met Vincent's mocking eyes.
So what if it's exposed?
He was the first to strike.
"Wayne, I didn't expect you to play such small tricks."
"Wow~" Vincent's eyes widened exaggeratedly, "You actually know this?
I thought you didn't know yourself~"
An angry Draco was about to make a move when Percy grabbed his shoulder.
"Malfoy, do you dare to do it again under my nose?"
"good very good!"
Even if he was completely irritated, he knew clearly that he could not be fooled again.
After being suppressed for half a month, Gryffindor probably will unite and launch a counterattack.
Vincent, who gained the most points among the students, sent out a signal, and even the senior lion cubs responded one after another.
Draco didn't know why, but he knew that the map of the "war between the two houses" would never be limited to the classroom.
Meal time, rest time, even evening, I'm afraid they all have to be included.
……
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