Chapter 447 The Vampire at the Banquet
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
No one can figure out why John flies so well.
Gryffindor returned to the dressing room, and they bowed their heads dejectedly.
Ron said blankly: "It shouldn't be, why is this happening?"
At this moment, he thought that everything would go well after he drank the Felicity Elixir.
Or was Slughorn's Felicia Felix a failure?
Hermione burst in with the Gryffindor scarf in her hand, and she didn't know what to say to comfort her.
Losing to Slytherin would make people unwilling, but losing to John seemed so reasonable.
She hesitated to step forward and said, "Harry, Ron, are you all right?"
"Not good!" Ron said chokingly, "Why, are you going to expose us? Or laugh at us? You can't win even with the Blessed Elixir."
He was irritable, irritable already.
After drinking that glass of pumpkin juice, he thought for a while that Felix Felicia had made him lucky when he heard the news that Malfoy was on leave.
But hell and heaven are just one thought away.
John's debut brought unprecedented morale to Slytherin. Even Urquhart, who was hit in the nose by the ball, directly wiped his nosebleed and continued to fly.
They seemed to be facing not a group of players, but a group of beasts.
They flew faster, shot better, and hit Bludgers with more power.
That's an invincible team.
"Sorry, Ron, Hermione," said Harry bitterly.
He took out the bottle with the wax seal from his pocket, and said with difficulty: "I didn't mix it in."
"I wanted Ron to think I was doing it, so I pretended I knew you were watching."
"Why?" Ron asked puzzled, "Why did you do this?"
"I'm sorry, Ron," Harry bowed his head, "I want you to regain your confidence and make you feel lucky."
Harry didn't dare to look at Ron, he thought Ron would be angry, as violent as before.
Even Hermione thought so.
But Harry didn't welcome the storm as he imagined. Ron leaned against the closet and whispered, "I'm sorry."
Harry looked up and saw Ron's guilty expression.
"Sorry, buddy, I shouldn't have done this," said Ron, realizing how bad he had been, "can you forgive me, Captain?"
Harry stared at Ron in disbelief.
The two looked at each other, and after a while, hugged each other, diluting the conflict during this period.
"Of course, Ron," said Harry, "but you can't lose your training."
They looked at each other and smiled, burying their suspicions.
Hermione stood by, bewildered.
Ron looked at her, met those anxious eyes, and he wanted to slap himself.
The bastard during this time made him dare not look directly at Hermione.
After releasing Harry, he stood in front of Hermione, rubbing his fingers like a schoolboy.
"I'm sorry, Hermione," he apologized.
Looking up, Ron said shyly, "Are you going to the library?"
The anxiety disappeared from Hermione's face, and she smiled, causing Ron's heart to be struck with a heavy hammer.
"Are you going to the Christmas party with me?" Hermione asked back, smiling brightly.
Ron subconsciously covered his heart, it was about to jump out, he smirked and said, "Of course."
Harry smiled silly when he saw the little friends reconciled.
Although the game failed, the result was not bad.
The Quidditch match was a fiasco.
Harry called the team up, and they braced themselves for Gryffindor rollicking and cursing.
This is what they should accept.
Taking a deep breath, he looked at Ron on the left, and then exchanged glances with Ginny on the right.
Step out of the locker room.
"Great, they came out!"
"Oh--!"
shocked.
There are no rotten eggs thrown over, let alone swearing at noses.
They were greeted with applause and cheers from Gryffindor.
Harry said stupidly: "We lost the game."
The exotic beauty Parvati Perti shouted dissatisfied: "Don't be stupid, it's not like you haven't lost before, you idiot."
"But……"
Before he could finish speaking, Dean and Seamus ran over and picked him up.
"Please, that's John Wick."
"We've all seen it, you've worked your ass off."
"And Ron, his arm has to go to the school hospital."
"Dmirza's nose needs to be fixed."
"..."
There were chattering voices coming from all directions.
Harry thought that he would become the laughing stock of everyone if he brought his first defeat just after becoming the captain.
But now, Gryffindor told them with practical actions.
Although it is normal for young people to be attracted to fame, their emotions are sincere and they will not send abuse to those who work hard.
Whether it's embarrassing or beautiful.
There are quarrels, reconciliations, jokes, and teasing...
But Gryffindor is Gryffindor.
There is the bravery buried in the bottom of their hearts. Their courage, courage and boldness make Gryffindor outstanding!
"Anyone want to throw a party in the lounge!"
I don't know who yelled, but everyone echoed.
When Harry was finally put down, he felt a tug on his hand.
Looking back, there was unwillingness and tenacity in Ginny's eyes.
"We'll win it back next time," she said firmly.
Looking at that beautiful face, Harry nodded firmly as his heart fermented.
"Win it back next time."
In fact, they didn't lose much.
Deducting the Snitch's 150 points, they trailed by 40 with four pitches.
From 70 points to 40 points.
If it wasn't for John, they might have won.
...
school clinic.
"John won like this?" Malfoy asked dumbfounded with his neck fixed.
Goyle and Crabbe nodded, and Astoria brought Malfoy the cake from the celebratory feast.
Malfoy looked skeptical about his life, remembering that he had invited John to join Quidditch before, but John refused. At that time, he thought John was not very good at flying.
While eating the cream cake, Malfoy said angrily, "John, play me."
Report, there are actors here!
Malfoy was on the verge of shutting himself out, and he winked at Goyle and Crabbe, telling them to give themselves and Astoria some alone time.
But the two seemed to be unable to see each other. In the end, it was impossible. Malfoy kicked Goyle's ass with his stubborn kick, and cursed, "Don't you need to go back?"
"Daphne asked us to watch you," Goyle rubbed the kicked place aggrievedly, "She said that if we dare to leave Astoria alone, she will let us become like you."
Malfoy: "..." Tired, destroy it.
As a man who had broken his neck, Malfoy had been in the hospital for a while.
He finally recovered just before the Christmas break.
The first thing Malfoy did when he came back was to settle accounts with John.
"You can't fly, can't you?" Malfoy asked John for an explanation, as if John did something to him.
Glancing at Malfoy's healed neck, John said lightly, "I didn't say I couldn't fly, it's all your guess."
When Malfoy heard it, he thought about it carefully, very sad and indignant, it was indeed the case.
"Okay, I will resign when you come back." Patting Malfoy on the shoulder, John said lightly, "It's best not to lose."
John had won so well, Malfoy's pressure was on again.
The day before the holiday.
Slughorn's Christmas party begins.
As a headmaster who held private meetings, Slughorn really gave special treatment to outstanding students.
John snapped his fingers, bringing Malfoy's red eyebrows back.
In the transformation class, I learned the transformation of the human body, and this time I was required to change the color of the eyebrows.
Unfortunately, Malfoy didn't have much talent for Transfiguration.
"Hello, John." Luna greeted John.
John subconsciously looked at her eyebrows, well, they didn't change color.
After saying hello, Luna was about to leave.
John asked, "Going to a party?"
Luna couldn't see any distress and said, "I have already agreed to Harry's invitation."
"Okay," John said, shrugging, as if it were a common conversation, "then I'll invite someone else."
"Bye, John." Luna hopped away.
John turned his head and saw the incredible Malfoy, he wondered, "What's wrong?"
"John, why are you inviting others?" Malfoy said in shock, "Go invite Daphne!"
"She is invited." John glanced, "You can go in without an invitation."
Malfoy covered his heart with a look of disbelief.
"She's fierce, but she's the second most beautiful girl in Slytherin."
Don't ask why it's second, because Astoria is number one!
In the end John invited Daphne, even though she could have gone in anyway.
eight pm.
John and Daphne head to the principal's office.
Slughorn still had some work ethic and wasn't taking up public space.
Speaking of which, he was with Daphne at the last banquet.
Daphne changed into a very beautiful silver dress, which set off her fairer skin and more beautiful blond hair.
Laughter, music, and conversation echoed in the office.
Walking inside, the office is much bigger.
John could see that the No Trace Stretching Charm had been used.
It was richly decorated, with emerald green, crimson, and gold hangings on the ceiling and walls, and it looked like a large tent.
Actually, it is.
Because John recognized it, it was the magic tent of Silverhand products.
Putting a tent in the office, Slughorn is a man of flexibility.
Many people who did not belong to the school came to this banquet, which is why Slughorn chose a private meeting.
In fact, this can be regarded as an invisible student welfare.
Being able to be invited by Slughorn shows that these people themselves have attractive or usable qualities.
For the seventh grade who is about to graduate and the sixth grade who are about to graduate, it is an opportunity to show their faces in various industries in advance.
"John!" Slughorn shouted in surprise when he saw John, "Come in, come in, I have quite a few friends who want to get acquainted with you."
He turned to look at Daphne, "Very beautiful, Daphne, just like your mother."
He had also taught Daphne's mother before.
John went with him, and his eyes quickly locked on a person.
"This is Elder Walpole, my former student, author of Blood Brothers: I Live Among Vampires, and, of course, his friend Bloody," said Slughorn.
John stared at the tall, thin man with dark circles under his eyes, looking languid and unmotivated.
Vampires, really vampires.
...
Gryffindor returned to the dressing room, and they bowed their heads dejectedly.
Ron said blankly: "It shouldn't be, why is this happening?"
At this moment, he thought that everything would go well after he drank the Felicity Elixir.
Or was Slughorn's Felicia Felix a failure?
Hermione burst in with the Gryffindor scarf in her hand, and she didn't know what to say to comfort her.
Losing to Slytherin would make people unwilling, but losing to John seemed so reasonable.
She hesitated to step forward and said, "Harry, Ron, are you all right?"
"Not good!" Ron said chokingly, "Why, are you going to expose us? Or laugh at us? You can't win even with the Blessed Elixir."
He was irritable, irritable already.
After drinking that glass of pumpkin juice, he thought for a while that Felix Felicia had made him lucky when he heard the news that Malfoy was on leave.
But hell and heaven are just one thought away.
John's debut brought unprecedented morale to Slytherin. Even Urquhart, who was hit in the nose by the ball, directly wiped his nosebleed and continued to fly.
They seemed to be facing not a group of players, but a group of beasts.
They flew faster, shot better, and hit Bludgers with more power.
That's an invincible team.
"Sorry, Ron, Hermione," said Harry bitterly.
He took out the bottle with the wax seal from his pocket, and said with difficulty: "I didn't mix it in."
"I wanted Ron to think I was doing it, so I pretended I knew you were watching."
"Why?" Ron asked puzzled, "Why did you do this?"
"I'm sorry, Ron," Harry bowed his head, "I want you to regain your confidence and make you feel lucky."
Harry didn't dare to look at Ron, he thought Ron would be angry, as violent as before.
Even Hermione thought so.
But Harry didn't welcome the storm as he imagined. Ron leaned against the closet and whispered, "I'm sorry."
Harry looked up and saw Ron's guilty expression.
"Sorry, buddy, I shouldn't have done this," said Ron, realizing how bad he had been, "can you forgive me, Captain?"
Harry stared at Ron in disbelief.
The two looked at each other, and after a while, hugged each other, diluting the conflict during this period.
"Of course, Ron," said Harry, "but you can't lose your training."
They looked at each other and smiled, burying their suspicions.
Hermione stood by, bewildered.
Ron looked at her, met those anxious eyes, and he wanted to slap himself.
The bastard during this time made him dare not look directly at Hermione.
After releasing Harry, he stood in front of Hermione, rubbing his fingers like a schoolboy.
"I'm sorry, Hermione," he apologized.
Looking up, Ron said shyly, "Are you going to the library?"
The anxiety disappeared from Hermione's face, and she smiled, causing Ron's heart to be struck with a heavy hammer.
"Are you going to the Christmas party with me?" Hermione asked back, smiling brightly.
Ron subconsciously covered his heart, it was about to jump out, he smirked and said, "Of course."
Harry smiled silly when he saw the little friends reconciled.
Although the game failed, the result was not bad.
The Quidditch match was a fiasco.
Harry called the team up, and they braced themselves for Gryffindor rollicking and cursing.
This is what they should accept.
Taking a deep breath, he looked at Ron on the left, and then exchanged glances with Ginny on the right.
Step out of the locker room.
"Great, they came out!"
"Oh--!"
shocked.
There are no rotten eggs thrown over, let alone swearing at noses.
They were greeted with applause and cheers from Gryffindor.
Harry said stupidly: "We lost the game."
The exotic beauty Parvati Perti shouted dissatisfied: "Don't be stupid, it's not like you haven't lost before, you idiot."
"But……"
Before he could finish speaking, Dean and Seamus ran over and picked him up.
"Please, that's John Wick."
"We've all seen it, you've worked your ass off."
"And Ron, his arm has to go to the school hospital."
"Dmirza's nose needs to be fixed."
"..."
There were chattering voices coming from all directions.
Harry thought that he would become the laughing stock of everyone if he brought his first defeat just after becoming the captain.
But now, Gryffindor told them with practical actions.
Although it is normal for young people to be attracted to fame, their emotions are sincere and they will not send abuse to those who work hard.
Whether it's embarrassing or beautiful.
There are quarrels, reconciliations, jokes, and teasing...
But Gryffindor is Gryffindor.
There is the bravery buried in the bottom of their hearts. Their courage, courage and boldness make Gryffindor outstanding!
"Anyone want to throw a party in the lounge!"
I don't know who yelled, but everyone echoed.
When Harry was finally put down, he felt a tug on his hand.
Looking back, there was unwillingness and tenacity in Ginny's eyes.
"We'll win it back next time," she said firmly.
Looking at that beautiful face, Harry nodded firmly as his heart fermented.
"Win it back next time."
In fact, they didn't lose much.
Deducting the Snitch's 150 points, they trailed by 40 with four pitches.
From 70 points to 40 points.
If it wasn't for John, they might have won.
...
school clinic.
"John won like this?" Malfoy asked dumbfounded with his neck fixed.
Goyle and Crabbe nodded, and Astoria brought Malfoy the cake from the celebratory feast.
Malfoy looked skeptical about his life, remembering that he had invited John to join Quidditch before, but John refused. At that time, he thought John was not very good at flying.
While eating the cream cake, Malfoy said angrily, "John, play me."
Report, there are actors here!
Malfoy was on the verge of shutting himself out, and he winked at Goyle and Crabbe, telling them to give themselves and Astoria some alone time.
But the two seemed to be unable to see each other. In the end, it was impossible. Malfoy kicked Goyle's ass with his stubborn kick, and cursed, "Don't you need to go back?"
"Daphne asked us to watch you," Goyle rubbed the kicked place aggrievedly, "She said that if we dare to leave Astoria alone, she will let us become like you."
Malfoy: "..." Tired, destroy it.
As a man who had broken his neck, Malfoy had been in the hospital for a while.
He finally recovered just before the Christmas break.
The first thing Malfoy did when he came back was to settle accounts with John.
"You can't fly, can't you?" Malfoy asked John for an explanation, as if John did something to him.
Glancing at Malfoy's healed neck, John said lightly, "I didn't say I couldn't fly, it's all your guess."
When Malfoy heard it, he thought about it carefully, very sad and indignant, it was indeed the case.
"Okay, I will resign when you come back." Patting Malfoy on the shoulder, John said lightly, "It's best not to lose."
John had won so well, Malfoy's pressure was on again.
The day before the holiday.
Slughorn's Christmas party begins.
As a headmaster who held private meetings, Slughorn really gave special treatment to outstanding students.
John snapped his fingers, bringing Malfoy's red eyebrows back.
In the transformation class, I learned the transformation of the human body, and this time I was required to change the color of the eyebrows.
Unfortunately, Malfoy didn't have much talent for Transfiguration.
"Hello, John." Luna greeted John.
John subconsciously looked at her eyebrows, well, they didn't change color.
After saying hello, Luna was about to leave.
John asked, "Going to a party?"
Luna couldn't see any distress and said, "I have already agreed to Harry's invitation."
"Okay," John said, shrugging, as if it were a common conversation, "then I'll invite someone else."
"Bye, John." Luna hopped away.
John turned his head and saw the incredible Malfoy, he wondered, "What's wrong?"
"John, why are you inviting others?" Malfoy said in shock, "Go invite Daphne!"
"She is invited." John glanced, "You can go in without an invitation."
Malfoy covered his heart with a look of disbelief.
"She's fierce, but she's the second most beautiful girl in Slytherin."
Don't ask why it's second, because Astoria is number one!
In the end John invited Daphne, even though she could have gone in anyway.
eight pm.
John and Daphne head to the principal's office.
Slughorn still had some work ethic and wasn't taking up public space.
Speaking of which, he was with Daphne at the last banquet.
Daphne changed into a very beautiful silver dress, which set off her fairer skin and more beautiful blond hair.
Laughter, music, and conversation echoed in the office.
Walking inside, the office is much bigger.
John could see that the No Trace Stretching Charm had been used.
It was richly decorated, with emerald green, crimson, and gold hangings on the ceiling and walls, and it looked like a large tent.
Actually, it is.
Because John recognized it, it was the magic tent of Silverhand products.
Putting a tent in the office, Slughorn is a man of flexibility.
Many people who did not belong to the school came to this banquet, which is why Slughorn chose a private meeting.
In fact, this can be regarded as an invisible student welfare.
Being able to be invited by Slughorn shows that these people themselves have attractive or usable qualities.
For the seventh grade who is about to graduate and the sixth grade who are about to graduate, it is an opportunity to show their faces in various industries in advance.
"John!" Slughorn shouted in surprise when he saw John, "Come in, come in, I have quite a few friends who want to get acquainted with you."
He turned to look at Daphne, "Very beautiful, Daphne, just like your mother."
He had also taught Daphne's mother before.
John went with him, and his eyes quickly locked on a person.
"This is Elder Walpole, my former student, author of Blood Brothers: I Live Among Vampires, and, of course, his friend Bloody," said Slughorn.
John stared at the tall, thin man with dark circles under his eyes, looking languid and unmotivated.
Vampires, really vampires.
...
