Chapter 89 Draco is Spoiled
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Qing Mo Da Xian
Defense Against the Dark Arts class on Thursday.
Quirrell was surprised that no one came to make things difficult for him.
Vincent, who seemed to be wandering away, did not say,
Seamus, who always came to find fault, didn't say anything,
Even Draco didn't mess with it.
The more abnormal, the more careful he is.
But even though this class was only a boring introduction to the murlocs, the three of them didn't ask half a question until the end of the get out of class.
"They're just so disappointed in you, Quirinus—"
Quirrell, who returned to the office, tightened his palms.
He can endure many things before completing his resurrection project.
"Master, do you think Dumbledore will still put the Philosopher's Stone on the fourth floor?"
"Even if there is, it must be a fake—"
Of course Voldemort knew it was a trap.
But Quirrell was a little puzzled.
"Fool, he wants to exercise Harry Potter!
This kind of old-fashioned trick can only deceive children—"
Tremblingly, Quirrell untied the long scarf covering his forehead.
There were no pustules on the big face at the back of the head, but the other half was deflated like a collapse.
Two eyes, one big and one small, and two sides of the face, one concave and one convex.
"Master, let me treat you."
Quirrell lifted Voldemort's thirteen-inch wand with a yew phoenix feather core.
His current body's anti-magic attribute is slightly higher, and ordinary magic can already play a corresponding role.
Moreover, Hogwarts Castle has a mechanism to detect black magic, and it can only be treated a little bit to destroy half of the back of the head.
"Quirinus, you need a new wand—"
Voldemort was rather dissatisfied with the speed.
"Please be patient, my master."
Since the day before yesterday, the gate of the castle will automatically open a magic at night.
It is invisible and intangible, and only serves as a detection function.
Anyone who passes through will probably be discovered by Dumbledore.
Last night Snape was still patrolling around the castle, his eyes looked like he was going to kill someone.
"Halloween is a good opportunity, Quirinus—"
Quirrell paused, then regained his composure, "But master, it's too dangerous there."
"The Sorcerer's Stone is most likely in-"
He knew he had no choice.
In the coming Halloween, all the teachers and students of the school will gather in the auditorium.
Even ghosts that come and go without a trace haunt the castle.
This is indeed a good opportunity, a good opportunity to complete the mission and get rid of Voldemort.
……
……
Snape's potions class came again.
But this time it's for first graders.
"Longbottom, you're as rude as a troll."
With a face full of disgust, he looked away from the pot of yellow-green potion.
"Five points deducted from Gryffindor."
Neville was on the verge of tears.
"Finnigan, you're on par with Longbottom."
Seamo, who was suddenly frightened, shook his hand and put the bat liver in ahead of time. .seven
Snape jumped far away before the cauldron exploded.
"Bam—"
Seamo's head, which was splashed all over his face, swelled up rapidly.
Vincent was about to turn around to clean up the potion spilled on the table when Snape gave him a glaring look.
He put down his wand rather wordlessly.
The potions professor, now he can't even hide it.
Anyway, take care of Harry, whose school robe has become bigger in front and is covered by the collar.
"Finnigan, because of your stupidity—"
Snape patted the robe on his body, "20 points will be deducted from Gryffindor for this."
"Professor, I will take Seamus to the school hospital."
Vincent completely ignored his plan and helped Seamo up by himself.
Snape, who was about to deduct points, saw the big head that had grown more than three times, so he dismissed the idea.
They didn't take a few steps in the aisle, Draco stood up as if he thought he had a chance.
"Professor, I'm going with Wayne."
Vincent immediately gave him a blank look.
"Very well, Malfoy." Snape's lips curled up. "Slytherin will add 30 points for your kindness."
The faces of the little lions all darkened.
How could they be impulsive to endure such blatant discrimination.
"Thank you, Malfoy." Vincent gave Seamus a wink.
Draco was about to respond with a high profile, when Seamus hugged him tightly with his big hand.
"Uh-uh-"
Vincent smiled at Snape, and hurriedly led the two out of the classroom.
The little lions are in a good mood.
This "enthusiastic" classmate went out with him, so there was no good fruit to eat.
that's the truth.
As soon as he walked out of the dungeon, Draco, who was blushing, was thrown into the corner.
"Vincent, we have to teach him a lesson." Seamus shook his head.
"Oh, we can't be so cruel~" Vincent stretched his arms, as if doing warm-up exercises.
Instead of being afraid, Draco raised his chin, "Come on, Wayne!
Aren't you good at fighting?come quickly! "
Seamus couldn't help kicking.
"Haven't you eaten, Finnigan!"
Nesting in the corner, he smiled triumphantly.
"You lose, losers! Hahahaha—"
Seamus was about to kick again when Vincent grabbed Draco first.
"Did you eat big dung eggs last night?"
He let go of his right hand, and patted the other party's fair and tender face, "Want to sue again?
It's been almost two months, why don't you make any progress at all. "
Draco rolled his eyes and bent his knees to push forward.
This time, it was fatal.
Vincent pressed his hands mockingly, "Tsk tsk tsk—I'm very disappointed."
He pinched his calf and lifted the opponent's entire body horizontally.
"Wayne, put me down!"
Draco's resistance was useless.
Just like Little Red Riding Hood who fell into the hands of the big bad wolf, the louder he barked, the more excited he was.
Vincent shook his hands, and when he pretended to throw it down, his face turned pale with fright.
When he was lifted up again, he was frightened again before slowing down.
"Is it fun?"
"Put me down!"
After going back and forth a dozen times, Vincent, who felt bored, really let him go.
Draco, limp all over, collapsed on the ground, his lips trembling as if exhausted.
"You—how dare you do this to me, Wayne!"
"Pfft—" Seamus laughed unkindly with his head on his head.
Malfoyer, who was so powerful, was so anxious to cry after throwing it a few times.
"Don't play such small tricks in the future."
Vincent squatted down and looked down at Draco, "I've been idle for half a month, please don't mess with me."
"You dare to order me!" Draco clenched his fists with a pale face, "Why should I listen to you!"
"I am stronger than you."
Vincent stood up and stretched in a bored way, "You're just a spoiled child, Malfoy."
They went up the steps.
Draco, still slumped on the ground, clenched his fists tightly.
The disdainful blue eyes just now severely stimulated his fragile and sensitive nerves.
"I'm not a spoiled child, Wayne!"
……
……
Quirrell was surprised that no one came to make things difficult for him.
Vincent, who seemed to be wandering away, did not say,
Seamus, who always came to find fault, didn't say anything,
Even Draco didn't mess with it.
The more abnormal, the more careful he is.
But even though this class was only a boring introduction to the murlocs, the three of them didn't ask half a question until the end of the get out of class.
"They're just so disappointed in you, Quirinus—"
Quirrell, who returned to the office, tightened his palms.
He can endure many things before completing his resurrection project.
"Master, do you think Dumbledore will still put the Philosopher's Stone on the fourth floor?"
"Even if there is, it must be a fake—"
Of course Voldemort knew it was a trap.
But Quirrell was a little puzzled.
"Fool, he wants to exercise Harry Potter!
This kind of old-fashioned trick can only deceive children—"
Tremblingly, Quirrell untied the long scarf covering his forehead.
There were no pustules on the big face at the back of the head, but the other half was deflated like a collapse.
Two eyes, one big and one small, and two sides of the face, one concave and one convex.
"Master, let me treat you."
Quirrell lifted Voldemort's thirteen-inch wand with a yew phoenix feather core.
His current body's anti-magic attribute is slightly higher, and ordinary magic can already play a corresponding role.
Moreover, Hogwarts Castle has a mechanism to detect black magic, and it can only be treated a little bit to destroy half of the back of the head.
"Quirinus, you need a new wand—"
Voldemort was rather dissatisfied with the speed.
"Please be patient, my master."
Since the day before yesterday, the gate of the castle will automatically open a magic at night.
It is invisible and intangible, and only serves as a detection function.
Anyone who passes through will probably be discovered by Dumbledore.
Last night Snape was still patrolling around the castle, his eyes looked like he was going to kill someone.
"Halloween is a good opportunity, Quirinus—"
Quirrell paused, then regained his composure, "But master, it's too dangerous there."
"The Sorcerer's Stone is most likely in-"
He knew he had no choice.
In the coming Halloween, all the teachers and students of the school will gather in the auditorium.
Even ghosts that come and go without a trace haunt the castle.
This is indeed a good opportunity, a good opportunity to complete the mission and get rid of Voldemort.
……
……
Snape's potions class came again.
But this time it's for first graders.
"Longbottom, you're as rude as a troll."
With a face full of disgust, he looked away from the pot of yellow-green potion.
"Five points deducted from Gryffindor."
Neville was on the verge of tears.
"Finnigan, you're on par with Longbottom."
Seamo, who was suddenly frightened, shook his hand and put the bat liver in ahead of time. .seven
Snape jumped far away before the cauldron exploded.
"Bam—"
Seamo's head, which was splashed all over his face, swelled up rapidly.
Vincent was about to turn around to clean up the potion spilled on the table when Snape gave him a glaring look.
He put down his wand rather wordlessly.
The potions professor, now he can't even hide it.
Anyway, take care of Harry, whose school robe has become bigger in front and is covered by the collar.
"Finnigan, because of your stupidity—"
Snape patted the robe on his body, "20 points will be deducted from Gryffindor for this."
"Professor, I will take Seamus to the school hospital."
Vincent completely ignored his plan and helped Seamo up by himself.
Snape, who was about to deduct points, saw the big head that had grown more than three times, so he dismissed the idea.
They didn't take a few steps in the aisle, Draco stood up as if he thought he had a chance.
"Professor, I'm going with Wayne."
Vincent immediately gave him a blank look.
"Very well, Malfoy." Snape's lips curled up. "Slytherin will add 30 points for your kindness."
The faces of the little lions all darkened.
How could they be impulsive to endure such blatant discrimination.
"Thank you, Malfoy." Vincent gave Seamus a wink.
Draco was about to respond with a high profile, when Seamus hugged him tightly with his big hand.
"Uh-uh-"
Vincent smiled at Snape, and hurriedly led the two out of the classroom.
The little lions are in a good mood.
This "enthusiastic" classmate went out with him, so there was no good fruit to eat.
that's the truth.
As soon as he walked out of the dungeon, Draco, who was blushing, was thrown into the corner.
"Vincent, we have to teach him a lesson." Seamus shook his head.
"Oh, we can't be so cruel~" Vincent stretched his arms, as if doing warm-up exercises.
Instead of being afraid, Draco raised his chin, "Come on, Wayne!
Aren't you good at fighting?come quickly! "
Seamus couldn't help kicking.
"Haven't you eaten, Finnigan!"
Nesting in the corner, he smiled triumphantly.
"You lose, losers! Hahahaha—"
Seamus was about to kick again when Vincent grabbed Draco first.
"Did you eat big dung eggs last night?"
He let go of his right hand, and patted the other party's fair and tender face, "Want to sue again?
It's been almost two months, why don't you make any progress at all. "
Draco rolled his eyes and bent his knees to push forward.
This time, it was fatal.
Vincent pressed his hands mockingly, "Tsk tsk tsk—I'm very disappointed."
He pinched his calf and lifted the opponent's entire body horizontally.
"Wayne, put me down!"
Draco's resistance was useless.
Just like Little Red Riding Hood who fell into the hands of the big bad wolf, the louder he barked, the more excited he was.
Vincent shook his hands, and when he pretended to throw it down, his face turned pale with fright.
When he was lifted up again, he was frightened again before slowing down.
"Is it fun?"
"Put me down!"
After going back and forth a dozen times, Vincent, who felt bored, really let him go.
Draco, limp all over, collapsed on the ground, his lips trembling as if exhausted.
"You—how dare you do this to me, Wayne!"
"Pfft—" Seamus laughed unkindly with his head on his head.
Malfoyer, who was so powerful, was so anxious to cry after throwing it a few times.
"Don't play such small tricks in the future."
Vincent squatted down and looked down at Draco, "I've been idle for half a month, please don't mess with me."
"You dare to order me!" Draco clenched his fists with a pale face, "Why should I listen to you!"
"I am stronger than you."
Vincent stood up and stretched in a bored way, "You're just a spoiled child, Malfoy."
They went up the steps.
Draco, still slumped on the ground, clenched his fists tightly.
The disdainful blue eyes just now severely stimulated his fragile and sensitive nerves.
"I'm not a spoiled child, Wayne!"
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