Chapter 212
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
"The Ministry of Magic reminds wizards of Hogsmeade to beware of fire dragons that suddenly appear around. So far, there are still five fire dragons that have not been found."
In the Great Hall, Malfoy read aloud the contents of the Daily Prophet.
Daphne thought it was absurd and said: "Fire dragons? Which ones are they from the Triwizard Tournament?"
Yesterday the fire dragon showed its might, even the savior was slapped by the fire dragon.
It was also because of such danger that Harry Potter completely cleared the suspicion of cheating.
Everyone knows that such a dangerous thing can only be done by a lunatic.
No one wore the badge Malfoy sent out, and those who wore it only supported Cedric, and basically no one used the green side.
Putting a mouthful of breakfast into his mouth, Malfoy saw Neville approaching.
Neville asked suspiciously, "Why isn't John here today?"
Daphne spread jam on the bread elegantly, Malfoy glanced at Neville, and said with a sneer, "Hey, isn't this Neville celebrating for Gryffindor, I think you had a great time."
Neville was overwhelmed by the change in Malfoy's attitude, and he looked around for help.
At this time, Heinrich happened to be walking over. Neville seemed to see the savior, and he frowned, and said coldly, "Go away!"
His voice was a little loud, and the people who were eating breakfast paused.
Neville froze in place, with a confused look on his face, not knowing what he had done wrong.
"Go back to your place, Longbottom." Malfoy came out with a sarcastic voice, and he said with disdain, "There is no place for you here."
"I..." Neville was at a loss for words, he thought he had annoyed them by leaving yesterday.
Desperately walked towards Gryffindor.
On the way, Cedric ran into him.
Cedric, who was gentle and amiable in the past, now covered his nose and left as if he had encountered something dirty.
This made Neville even more sad.
"By the way, Neville." After walking over, Cedric's voice sounded from behind.
Neville turned around expectantly, but was greeted with a ruthless sentence.
"John said, you'd better recognize your position first, understand?"
After speaking, Cedric left. He greeted Heinrich, and Malfoy would call him No.1.
Only Neville, he felt as if he suddenly didn't fit in with the Stars.
. . .
After John rescued Amohan and other fire dragons, he placed the dragons in the Forbidden Forest, a place where no one could find them.
A colony of unicorns.
He paid a few bottles of Stellaris for the Unicorn to agree.
He plans to go to the Valley of Never Rest next year for a test, and during this period, he can only temporarily let the fire dragon wait.
A few dragon eggs seem to be about to be born, and the motherly love dragons don't mind waiting.
It's just that John's got too many sleeping spells, and it's making him oversleep.
In his dragon form, the scales have the effect of weakening demons. Even so, a dozen sleeping spells almost made him fall asleep.
At the same time, he found that his dragon form had become taller, and it seemed that as his magic power increased, his transformed form would become even larger.
When I woke up, I had already missed breakfast time.
With sleepy eyes, he finished washing like a robot.
Walking on the stairs with vain footsteps, after being seen, he was afraid that he would fall down.
His appearance also surprised many people. As the King of Hogwarts, he looked like he was not awake.
It was rumored that John had done something great, perhaps secretly looking for the lost fire dragon.
Some people also said that John must have bumped into someone trying to do something wrong, and was subdued by him after the war.
Either way, people have already tacitly accepted that John can't do bad things.
This is thanks to the character he has accumulated over the past four years.
It went on all day, and even Malfoy could see that John seemed tired.
"John, what the hell were you doing last night?"
"Just leave me alone." John kept his eyes closed while eating, not wanting to talk to Malfoy much.
Daphne thought about it, and was about to feed John with a blushing face.
Heinrich cut the food into small pieces very smoothly, and then delivered it to John's mouth just right, allowing him to eat it in one bite.
Daphne was so angry that she was about to throw the plate on the spot, and her eyes were full of anger when she looked at Heinrich.
Heinrich's expression remained unchanged.
After dinner, John didn't go to exercise, but went back to bed and fell asleep.
The quality of sleep was very good, and when he woke up the next day, he was still as if he hadn't woken up.
This state remained until Friday, when Snape stared deathly at John with a black face, and almost pressed his head into the cauldron to make people wake up.
However, John, this guy, can accurately process all kinds of materials with his eyes closed, and complete the medicine in an orderly manner.
This made Snape's face even darker, and he was going to give a point to someone who slept in class.
So angry.
"20 points for Slytherin."
After adding points, Snape was a little more hurried, walking to Neville's side to find fault.
Originally, Neville was in a bad mood because of being isolated, but now it's even worse.
Walking in a daze in the corridor, John suddenly smelled a scent of wine.
Following the smell, he walked over step by step.
Finally he stopped at a corner, his languid state just recovering.
He was taken aback, and looked around strangely, where did he go?
The smell of wine wafted over again, and John walked over.
When I met someone head-on, I almost bumped into that scarred face.
"What are you doing here, Wick," said Moody gruffly.
John took a step back to keep his distance and said apologetically, "Sorry, I think I went the wrong way."
He had a very decent smile, neither distant nor close.
Bowing slightly to Moody, he turned and walked the other way.
Moody stared at him, muttered a few words on the spot, and walked away with that wooden foot.
. . .
John hadn't seen Zouwu for a few days. During the last Triwizard Tournament, Hagrid temporarily hid Zouwu in the former Aragog cave.
The Zouwu was very excited to be released again. Its big peony-like tail flicked back and forth, which was very beautiful.
John patted it on the head, and he could clearly feel that it was happy to see him.
Zouwu rolled over and lay down, her cute eyes seemed to expect John to touch it.
Suddenly, Zou Wu seemed to smell something, with a suspicious look on his face, he got up and walked around John twice.
"Ahem, as a student, it makes sense that I smell like a fire dragon?"
John said without changing his face, and bullied Zou Wu for not knowing why the student had something to do with Fire Dragon.
But John also likes the Zouwu, especially the Zouwu, which looks like a big cat, furry, and likes to tease cats.
Thinking of this, John opened the gift he brought and lifted the shrinking spell.
A fluffy ball appeared.
When Zou Wu saw this round object, he became excited.
John moved the ball out with magic, and Zou Wu leaned forward and moved the ball there with his big claws.
Every time the ball rolls, Zou Wu gets excited.
Immediately afterwards, it became more and more addicted to play, and finally even John didn't care about it, running around chasing the fur ball.
With a smile on his face, John said: "The fur ball I specially made is not in vain."
It is not easy to resist the claws of Zouwu's size.
The materials require John to spend a lot of money to buy them, and at the same time fill them with magic, so that they can remain undamaged.
After visiting Zou Wu, John also prepared to return the same way.
A cold wind blew across John's cheek, and he saw Hagrid feeding the rune horse a single malt whiskey.
The smell of wine is tangy, and there is a smell in class.
Some little wizards who can't drink well have red faces every time they pass by, as if they were drunk.
"Did Hagrid pay for it himself?"
Watching as Hagrid was still pouring barrels of wine into the manger was a lot of money for that alone.
Hogwarts does not require tuition fees, and the funds are obtained from the Ministry of Magic, fundraising by school managers, and social donations.
Of course, Hogwarts is not the kind that sits and eats. The founder of the four houses has a Hogwarts foundation, which is responsible for spending and making money.
There will also be donations and sponsorships from alumni associations in the future.
So John felt that the consumption of the rune horse would not be counted among these.
In addition, basically the famous shops in the country's magic circle will donate to Hogwarts, so John is also a patron.
Seeing that Garen, who might be himself, was drunk by the rune horse, John couldn't help but feel a little pained.
The flesh hurts for three seconds, um, the three seconds are up, and I earned it back.
John continued to walk back.
. . .
In the Great Hall, Malfoy read aloud the contents of the Daily Prophet.
Daphne thought it was absurd and said: "Fire dragons? Which ones are they from the Triwizard Tournament?"
Yesterday the fire dragon showed its might, even the savior was slapped by the fire dragon.
It was also because of such danger that Harry Potter completely cleared the suspicion of cheating.
Everyone knows that such a dangerous thing can only be done by a lunatic.
No one wore the badge Malfoy sent out, and those who wore it only supported Cedric, and basically no one used the green side.
Putting a mouthful of breakfast into his mouth, Malfoy saw Neville approaching.
Neville asked suspiciously, "Why isn't John here today?"
Daphne spread jam on the bread elegantly, Malfoy glanced at Neville, and said with a sneer, "Hey, isn't this Neville celebrating for Gryffindor, I think you had a great time."
Neville was overwhelmed by the change in Malfoy's attitude, and he looked around for help.
At this time, Heinrich happened to be walking over. Neville seemed to see the savior, and he frowned, and said coldly, "Go away!"
His voice was a little loud, and the people who were eating breakfast paused.
Neville froze in place, with a confused look on his face, not knowing what he had done wrong.
"Go back to your place, Longbottom." Malfoy came out with a sarcastic voice, and he said with disdain, "There is no place for you here."
"I..." Neville was at a loss for words, he thought he had annoyed them by leaving yesterday.
Desperately walked towards Gryffindor.
On the way, Cedric ran into him.
Cedric, who was gentle and amiable in the past, now covered his nose and left as if he had encountered something dirty.
This made Neville even more sad.
"By the way, Neville." After walking over, Cedric's voice sounded from behind.
Neville turned around expectantly, but was greeted with a ruthless sentence.
"John said, you'd better recognize your position first, understand?"
After speaking, Cedric left. He greeted Heinrich, and Malfoy would call him No.1.
Only Neville, he felt as if he suddenly didn't fit in with the Stars.
. . .
After John rescued Amohan and other fire dragons, he placed the dragons in the Forbidden Forest, a place where no one could find them.
A colony of unicorns.
He paid a few bottles of Stellaris for the Unicorn to agree.
He plans to go to the Valley of Never Rest next year for a test, and during this period, he can only temporarily let the fire dragon wait.
A few dragon eggs seem to be about to be born, and the motherly love dragons don't mind waiting.
It's just that John's got too many sleeping spells, and it's making him oversleep.
In his dragon form, the scales have the effect of weakening demons. Even so, a dozen sleeping spells almost made him fall asleep.
At the same time, he found that his dragon form had become taller, and it seemed that as his magic power increased, his transformed form would become even larger.
When I woke up, I had already missed breakfast time.
With sleepy eyes, he finished washing like a robot.
Walking on the stairs with vain footsteps, after being seen, he was afraid that he would fall down.
His appearance also surprised many people. As the King of Hogwarts, he looked like he was not awake.
It was rumored that John had done something great, perhaps secretly looking for the lost fire dragon.
Some people also said that John must have bumped into someone trying to do something wrong, and was subdued by him after the war.
Either way, people have already tacitly accepted that John can't do bad things.
This is thanks to the character he has accumulated over the past four years.
It went on all day, and even Malfoy could see that John seemed tired.
"John, what the hell were you doing last night?"
"Just leave me alone." John kept his eyes closed while eating, not wanting to talk to Malfoy much.
Daphne thought about it, and was about to feed John with a blushing face.
Heinrich cut the food into small pieces very smoothly, and then delivered it to John's mouth just right, allowing him to eat it in one bite.
Daphne was so angry that she was about to throw the plate on the spot, and her eyes were full of anger when she looked at Heinrich.
Heinrich's expression remained unchanged.
After dinner, John didn't go to exercise, but went back to bed and fell asleep.
The quality of sleep was very good, and when he woke up the next day, he was still as if he hadn't woken up.
This state remained until Friday, when Snape stared deathly at John with a black face, and almost pressed his head into the cauldron to make people wake up.
However, John, this guy, can accurately process all kinds of materials with his eyes closed, and complete the medicine in an orderly manner.
This made Snape's face even darker, and he was going to give a point to someone who slept in class.
So angry.
"20 points for Slytherin."
After adding points, Snape was a little more hurried, walking to Neville's side to find fault.
Originally, Neville was in a bad mood because of being isolated, but now it's even worse.
Walking in a daze in the corridor, John suddenly smelled a scent of wine.
Following the smell, he walked over step by step.
Finally he stopped at a corner, his languid state just recovering.
He was taken aback, and looked around strangely, where did he go?
The smell of wine wafted over again, and John walked over.
When I met someone head-on, I almost bumped into that scarred face.
"What are you doing here, Wick," said Moody gruffly.
John took a step back to keep his distance and said apologetically, "Sorry, I think I went the wrong way."
He had a very decent smile, neither distant nor close.
Bowing slightly to Moody, he turned and walked the other way.
Moody stared at him, muttered a few words on the spot, and walked away with that wooden foot.
. . .
John hadn't seen Zouwu for a few days. During the last Triwizard Tournament, Hagrid temporarily hid Zouwu in the former Aragog cave.
The Zouwu was very excited to be released again. Its big peony-like tail flicked back and forth, which was very beautiful.
John patted it on the head, and he could clearly feel that it was happy to see him.
Zouwu rolled over and lay down, her cute eyes seemed to expect John to touch it.
Suddenly, Zou Wu seemed to smell something, with a suspicious look on his face, he got up and walked around John twice.
"Ahem, as a student, it makes sense that I smell like a fire dragon?"
John said without changing his face, and bullied Zou Wu for not knowing why the student had something to do with Fire Dragon.
But John also likes the Zouwu, especially the Zouwu, which looks like a big cat, furry, and likes to tease cats.
Thinking of this, John opened the gift he brought and lifted the shrinking spell.
A fluffy ball appeared.
When Zou Wu saw this round object, he became excited.
John moved the ball out with magic, and Zou Wu leaned forward and moved the ball there with his big claws.
Every time the ball rolls, Zou Wu gets excited.
Immediately afterwards, it became more and more addicted to play, and finally even John didn't care about it, running around chasing the fur ball.
With a smile on his face, John said: "The fur ball I specially made is not in vain."
It is not easy to resist the claws of Zouwu's size.
The materials require John to spend a lot of money to buy them, and at the same time fill them with magic, so that they can remain undamaged.
After visiting Zou Wu, John also prepared to return the same way.
A cold wind blew across John's cheek, and he saw Hagrid feeding the rune horse a single malt whiskey.
The smell of wine is tangy, and there is a smell in class.
Some little wizards who can't drink well have red faces every time they pass by, as if they were drunk.
"Did Hagrid pay for it himself?"
Watching as Hagrid was still pouring barrels of wine into the manger was a lot of money for that alone.
Hogwarts does not require tuition fees, and the funds are obtained from the Ministry of Magic, fundraising by school managers, and social donations.
Of course, Hogwarts is not the kind that sits and eats. The founder of the four houses has a Hogwarts foundation, which is responsible for spending and making money.
There will also be donations and sponsorships from alumni associations in the future.
So John felt that the consumption of the rune horse would not be counted among these.
In addition, basically the famous shops in the country's magic circle will donate to Hogwarts, so John is also a patron.
Seeing that Garen, who might be himself, was drunk by the rune horse, John couldn't help but feel a little pained.
The flesh hurts for three seconds, um, the three seconds are up, and I earned it back.
John continued to walk back.
. . .
