Chapter 056 Now is the best time to watch a show
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Hong Ri Zhang Wei Luo
Just walked to the door of the auditorium.
Before I even stepped in, I could smell the scent of pumpkin pie.
At an unimaginably close distance.
"Ok?"
Jack looked at the pumpkin pie that just flew past the tip of his nose and finally fell to the ground, rolled a few times and was stained with dust, with a puzzled look on his face.
"What do you mean?"
In confusion, a huge noise was heard.
Immediately afterwards, more food flew through the air.
Turn your head.
His gaze shifted to the auditorium.
I saw it was noisy inside.
A commotion broke out around a certain dining table.
On the ground, there were several little wizards wrestling with each other.
There was someone nearby who used magic to make food fly and hit people.
Jack saw a familiar face.
Ron, and Draco.
The two men were fighting each other.
Harry seemed to be among them, but he wasn't sure.
Because he only saw Hermione.
Hermione teetered on the edge of the commotion.
While shouting loudly to stop fighting, he waved his wand and used magic spells on the hostile little witch.
Hermione's opponent is Pansy.
Jack's attention turned when he saw Pansy.
Hermione and Pansy were seen, as if they were engaging in a turn-based fight.
Pansy first petrified everything, and then Hermione dodged and knocked Pansy unconscious. Then Pansy dodged again and threw the stone again, and Hermione dodged again...
The cycle repeats endlessly.
Jack frowned.
Neville, who was traveling with him, opened his mouth wide and looked stunned when he saw it.
After a long time, he hesitated and said, "Did Hermione know about your relationship with Pansy? Otherwise, why would they fight?"
Jack: "???????"
Just when Jack wanted to explain aloud, a person appeared next to him.
"what relationship?"
It turned out to be John.
He was holding a large plate in one hand and a kettle in the other.
"Come on, help me."
John thrust the kettle into Neville's arms and handed the plate to Jack.
After both hands were free, he pulled out the wand from his waist.
"Wingardim Leviosa! Come here!"
With the use of magic, a table flew over.
John waved a few more times from behind.
Another bench flew over.
In addition, there are some tableware and food flying together.
After the tables and benches were all down, the food fell onto the table.
Then he got the kettle back from Neville, took the cup and poured it into it.
Warm milk flows from the spout and falls into the cup.
While pouring the milk, John asked: "You haven't said anything yet, what is the relationship?"
Neville, who was questioned, immediately hesitated and looked at Jack with pleading eyes.
Jack smiled helplessly.
"You're running pretty fast." He glanced at the pumpkin pie on the plate, "There are so many pumpkin pies, you can't finish them all by yourself, right? I'll help you eat some."
After saying that, he took one and put it in his mouth.
"Eat it, that's what I wanted to eat."
After John poured the milk for Neville, he poured another glass for Jack, and finally his own.
After finishing, he sat down.
"Say, what does it matter?" He stared at Neville.
Neville didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
Glancing at Jack again.
Jack pretended not to notice his sight and continued to eat his pumpkin pie.
Seeing this, Neville stopped hiding it: "Pansy came to see Jack today and said she wanted to join the study group he held."
"Really?"
John's eyes lit up, and he quickly turned around and came to Jack's side.
He put his arm around Jack's shoulders and asked in his ear: "Is this really the case?"
"Yes." Jack nodded.
He hasn't figured out how to use Pansy to build his power.
Therefore, he actually doesn't want to directly expose the relationship between the two.
But he was not sure whether he should hide it or not, so he could only say vaguely: "Including Pansy himself, only four people should know about this matter. Just know it and don't talk about it everywhere."
John's eyes brightened even more after hearing this: "You guys, could it be... hum?"
He talked and laughed.
He also winked and looked like everyone is a mature man and I understand you.
Jack sighed a little.
Don't make everything about the relationship between men and women, okay?
Can you stop piling up so much colored waste in your mind?
"It's not that kind of relationship, don't get me wrong."
Jack defended himself.
Out of curiosity, and also to divert John's attention, he took the initiative to ask: "What's going on with them now? Why are they fighting?"
"I don't know." John shrugged, "It must have been a fight between Ron and Draco, right? If you're not in a hurry, I'll ask my friends later."
He raised his eyebrows, raised the cup in his hand, and pointed to the food on the table.
Jack knew what he meant.
Now is the perfect time to watch a show.
If you want to sort out the cause and effect, let's talk about it later.
To be honest, he quite agreed with John's idea.
So while chewing the sweet pumpkin pie and drinking the warm milk, he watched Hermione fight Pansy.
Oh……
No.
Now Pansy was defeated.
Tongtong was petrified and fell on the dining table aside.
As the winner, Hermione had no chance to hit the target.
Two more Slytherin witches attacked her.
Hermione was caught in a turn-based battle.
Perhaps because she was jumping up and down and constantly using magic, sweat broke out on her forehead.
As she moves, the reflection on her forehead jumps back and forth, which is quite interesting to watch.
Neville looked at Hermione, who was struggling, and then at Jack, who was feasting, and a series of symbols appeared in his heart.
??
Do these two people really have that kind of relationship?
Why, looking at it now, is it not?
Neville hesitated, whether he should imitate Jack and watch while eating.
Or rush to help Hermione?
no way.
Hermione was now at a disadvantage.
Honestly.
Although Hermione's interpersonal relationships have improved because she joined Jack's study group.
But she still had very few Gryffindor friends.
Look at this moment.
Have a fight.
As a Slytherin, Pansy had friends to help her.
Hermione didn't.
outrageous.
Over time.
The riots grew.
What started out as a melee between seven or eight people turned into a battle involving dozens of people, two colleges, or even multiple colleges.
This has nothing to do with Jack and the others.
They sat at the door of the auditorium, eating and watching.
It was simply a joy.
There were also some little badgers who saw this piece of pure land.
Sneaking over and sitting together.
They didn't come empty-handed, they all had some food.
Like apple pie, sandwiches, donuts...
The variety of food in front of Jack quickly expanded.
Just as Jack took a sip of milk and stretched his right hand towards the donut stall, the figure of the older cat lady hurriedly appeared in his field of vision.
Professor McGonagall, who walked quickly until she reached the door of the auditorium, looked at the long table at the door and the little badgers eating happily, her cheeks twitching involuntarily.
I wanted to reprimand him.
But I don't know what to say.
Turn around.
The battle in the auditorium was extremely exciting.
This allowed Professor McGonagall, who had something to say, to find the best outlet.
"You all give me a hand!!!"
Before I even stepped in, I could smell the scent of pumpkin pie.
At an unimaginably close distance.
"Ok?"
Jack looked at the pumpkin pie that just flew past the tip of his nose and finally fell to the ground, rolled a few times and was stained with dust, with a puzzled look on his face.
"What do you mean?"
In confusion, a huge noise was heard.
Immediately afterwards, more food flew through the air.
Turn your head.
His gaze shifted to the auditorium.
I saw it was noisy inside.
A commotion broke out around a certain dining table.
On the ground, there were several little wizards wrestling with each other.
There was someone nearby who used magic to make food fly and hit people.
Jack saw a familiar face.
Ron, and Draco.
The two men were fighting each other.
Harry seemed to be among them, but he wasn't sure.
Because he only saw Hermione.
Hermione teetered on the edge of the commotion.
While shouting loudly to stop fighting, he waved his wand and used magic spells on the hostile little witch.
Hermione's opponent is Pansy.
Jack's attention turned when he saw Pansy.
Hermione and Pansy were seen, as if they were engaging in a turn-based fight.
Pansy first petrified everything, and then Hermione dodged and knocked Pansy unconscious. Then Pansy dodged again and threw the stone again, and Hermione dodged again...
The cycle repeats endlessly.
Jack frowned.
Neville, who was traveling with him, opened his mouth wide and looked stunned when he saw it.
After a long time, he hesitated and said, "Did Hermione know about your relationship with Pansy? Otherwise, why would they fight?"
Jack: "???????"
Just when Jack wanted to explain aloud, a person appeared next to him.
"what relationship?"
It turned out to be John.
He was holding a large plate in one hand and a kettle in the other.
"Come on, help me."
John thrust the kettle into Neville's arms and handed the plate to Jack.
After both hands were free, he pulled out the wand from his waist.
"Wingardim Leviosa! Come here!"
With the use of magic, a table flew over.
John waved a few more times from behind.
Another bench flew over.
In addition, there are some tableware and food flying together.
After the tables and benches were all down, the food fell onto the table.
Then he got the kettle back from Neville, took the cup and poured it into it.
Warm milk flows from the spout and falls into the cup.
While pouring the milk, John asked: "You haven't said anything yet, what is the relationship?"
Neville, who was questioned, immediately hesitated and looked at Jack with pleading eyes.
Jack smiled helplessly.
"You're running pretty fast." He glanced at the pumpkin pie on the plate, "There are so many pumpkin pies, you can't finish them all by yourself, right? I'll help you eat some."
After saying that, he took one and put it in his mouth.
"Eat it, that's what I wanted to eat."
After John poured the milk for Neville, he poured another glass for Jack, and finally his own.
After finishing, he sat down.
"Say, what does it matter?" He stared at Neville.
Neville didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
Glancing at Jack again.
Jack pretended not to notice his sight and continued to eat his pumpkin pie.
Seeing this, Neville stopped hiding it: "Pansy came to see Jack today and said she wanted to join the study group he held."
"Really?"
John's eyes lit up, and he quickly turned around and came to Jack's side.
He put his arm around Jack's shoulders and asked in his ear: "Is this really the case?"
"Yes." Jack nodded.
He hasn't figured out how to use Pansy to build his power.
Therefore, he actually doesn't want to directly expose the relationship between the two.
But he was not sure whether he should hide it or not, so he could only say vaguely: "Including Pansy himself, only four people should know about this matter. Just know it and don't talk about it everywhere."
John's eyes brightened even more after hearing this: "You guys, could it be... hum?"
He talked and laughed.
He also winked and looked like everyone is a mature man and I understand you.
Jack sighed a little.
Don't make everything about the relationship between men and women, okay?
Can you stop piling up so much colored waste in your mind?
"It's not that kind of relationship, don't get me wrong."
Jack defended himself.
Out of curiosity, and also to divert John's attention, he took the initiative to ask: "What's going on with them now? Why are they fighting?"
"I don't know." John shrugged, "It must have been a fight between Ron and Draco, right? If you're not in a hurry, I'll ask my friends later."
He raised his eyebrows, raised the cup in his hand, and pointed to the food on the table.
Jack knew what he meant.
Now is the perfect time to watch a show.
If you want to sort out the cause and effect, let's talk about it later.
To be honest, he quite agreed with John's idea.
So while chewing the sweet pumpkin pie and drinking the warm milk, he watched Hermione fight Pansy.
Oh……
No.
Now Pansy was defeated.
Tongtong was petrified and fell on the dining table aside.
As the winner, Hermione had no chance to hit the target.
Two more Slytherin witches attacked her.
Hermione was caught in a turn-based battle.
Perhaps because she was jumping up and down and constantly using magic, sweat broke out on her forehead.
As she moves, the reflection on her forehead jumps back and forth, which is quite interesting to watch.
Neville looked at Hermione, who was struggling, and then at Jack, who was feasting, and a series of symbols appeared in his heart.
??
Do these two people really have that kind of relationship?
Why, looking at it now, is it not?
Neville hesitated, whether he should imitate Jack and watch while eating.
Or rush to help Hermione?
no way.
Hermione was now at a disadvantage.
Honestly.
Although Hermione's interpersonal relationships have improved because she joined Jack's study group.
But she still had very few Gryffindor friends.
Look at this moment.
Have a fight.
As a Slytherin, Pansy had friends to help her.
Hermione didn't.
outrageous.
Over time.
The riots grew.
What started out as a melee between seven or eight people turned into a battle involving dozens of people, two colleges, or even multiple colleges.
This has nothing to do with Jack and the others.
They sat at the door of the auditorium, eating and watching.
It was simply a joy.
There were also some little badgers who saw this piece of pure land.
Sneaking over and sitting together.
They didn't come empty-handed, they all had some food.
Like apple pie, sandwiches, donuts...
The variety of food in front of Jack quickly expanded.
Just as Jack took a sip of milk and stretched his right hand towards the donut stall, the figure of the older cat lady hurriedly appeared in his field of vision.
Professor McGonagall, who walked quickly until she reached the door of the auditorium, looked at the long table at the door and the little badgers eating happily, her cheeks twitching involuntarily.
I wanted to reprimand him.
But I don't know what to say.
Turn around.
The battle in the auditorium was extremely exciting.
This allowed Professor McGonagall, who had something to say, to find the best outlet.
"You all give me a hand!!!"
