Chapter 59: I’m a little nervous, what about you?Ron.
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He Dian Bai Kai Shui
The farce of the rise and fall of scores must come to an end, and Professor Flitwick and Professor McGonagall noticed the almost exaggerated rise and fall.
So, the man stood up.
"The castle has been very lively recently," he said. "That's good. Young people should always have some energy, but I hope you will spend more energy on absorbing knowledge and turning it into your own use."
"Rather than embarrass an old professor who has stayed in the castle for thousands of years. He is already very old. He has contributed to the history of magic for thousands of years and has extremely rich historical knowledge. This is what you should pay attention to."
"The scores have changed too frequently in the past two weeks. I hope it can return to normal." Dumbledore looked around. "I have no intention of pursuing who initiated this matter."
The old bee's gaze paused on Hufflepuff's long table, but quickly moved away without attracting any attention.
"I also hope that professors can control their behavior rationally and use the power in their hands reasonably."
"Okay, that's it."
After saying that, he waved his hand and reset the points hourglass back to what it was two weeks ago.
Soul on the long table noticed that Snape's face became extremely ugly.
Oh, if Sule remembers correctly, two weeks ago was the time when the Hufflepuff badgers were active in Professor Binns' class. In other words, Professor Snape's score-earning behavior in the past two weeks became In vain.
What do you mean, going back to before liberation overnight?
Moreover, the principal's move was obviously to appease the little badgers of Hufflepuff and successfully pushed Slytherin behind Gryffindor. Otherwise, why didn't he restore the points to before Christmas?
Good guy, killing three birds with one stone, Suer secretly gave him a thumbs up.
The Slytherin snakes were dejected. Before Christmas, they were still No. 1, but now, they have become the last one.
This is something that has never happened before in history and is a great shame!
"Okay, let's start enjoying dinner."
But is it really over?
……
"Snape as the referee??" Soul and Ron looked at Harry who was obviously running over in confusion.
Hermione frowned and looked at the wizard chess on the table, trying to figure out how to decipher Ron's moves.
This may be Ron's only skill that can defeat everyone.
"Don't compete!" said Ron.
"Are there any problems with Snape being the referee?" Soul asked knowingly.
"It's a big problem!" Ron Barabara said a lot about how Snape was targeting Harry, and he was extremely exaggerated, as if Snape was about to use a sharp kitchen knife to kill Harry in the next second. Chop it into pieces and throw it into a crucible to cook...
"That's not that exaggerated, but I suggest you, Harry, you'd better miss this game." The rational Hermione raised her head and said to Harry, "Find a suitable excuse."
"I have a good idea. If you break your leg, I mean, really break it, Madam Pomfrey can treat any injury anyway." Ron put forward his own suggestion.
"It's very simple, just a magic spell can do it."
Harry looked at Ron with a horrified look on his face, could he still want this brother?
"If you don't want to be expelled." Sule glanced at Ron, "It is written in the school rules that if a student is caught maliciously hurting a classmate with a wand, the only result will be breaking the wand and being expelled, and he will also have to go to Azka. The class will receive free food and accommodation for a period of time.”
"And I can't do this." Harry shook his head, "I am the only Seeker in Gryffindor, and there is no substitute."
"Then, you can only hope that Professor Snape won't make things difficult for you." Soul shook his head and patted Harry on the shoulder with a fake sigh.
"This is as outrageous as a troll learning how to eat with a fork." Ron said suddenly.
Harry didn't know whether he should laugh or cry.
At this time, a man jumped in from the auditorium like a rabbit, making a whining sound from his mouth.
It's Neville.
Many little wizards in the auditorium burst out laughing after seeing this.
Soul frowned, took out his wand and stepped forward to cast a spell on Soul. Neville's legs suddenly spread apart, and he sat on the ground tremblingly, his face pale.
"What's going on?" Suer asked.
"Woooooooooooo..." Neville pointed to his mouth.
"The curse stops!" After releasing another curse, Soul put away his wand, Hermione followed, and the two of them helped Neville up.
"What's going on?" Hermione asked.
Neville staggered onto the bench, breathing heavily.
"It's Malfoy." He said after a while. "When I was helping Professor Sprout return books to the library, I was bumped into by Malfoy."
"He said he had been looking for someone to practice the spell."
"Go to Professor McGonagall!" Hermione urged.
But Neville muttered something and shook his head, "I don't want to cause any more trouble. Even if Malfoy is punished by Professor McGonagall, he can guess it's me..."
"That's why people like Malfoy would catch you and bully you all the time." Soul patted Neville on the shoulder and handed him a piece of chocolate he took out of his pocket.
"Eat a piece of chocolate." Suer said. "After eating, I will take you to find justice."
"Thank you, Soul." Neville took the chocolate, but he still shook his head, "I want to go back and take a nap now."
"Maybe I'm not suitable to stay in Gryffindor. Malfoy said I'm too timid and not worthy of being a Gryffindor."
"He's talking nonsense!" Hermione said angrily, "You are better than twelve Malfoys. The fact that the Sorting Hat sorted you into Gryffindor shows a lot."
"Maybe." Neville showed a weak smile, "Thank you, Hermione, I'm going back."
Sur looked at Neville's "pale" and "lost" back, and frowned in silence.
"I'll go find Professor McGonagall later." Hermione said angrily, "Let Professor McGonagall punish Malfoy properly."
"It's useless, Hermione. Complaining will only make things worse." Soul couldn't help but rub Hermione's furry hair, "Unless Malfoy leaves this school..."
"But it's obviously impossible. Moreover, even if Professor McGonagall was told, he would have a hundred reasons to evade the matter."
"Then we're going to watch Neville being bullied like this?" Hermione frowned and slapped Soul's hand down.
"Of course not." Soul shook his head, "It depends on Neville's choice."
"What choice?" Hermione tilted her head in confusion.
"Want to know?" Soul looked at Hermione with a smile, "Then come here."
Hermione took a half-step back defensively and stared at Soul for a while. In the end, curiosity defeated her reason...
Soul came close to Hermione's ear, his breath making her ears red.
I really want to take a bite... No... this is too much punishment!
He finally suppressed the demon with a long tail and sharp teeth.
"That's right, I plan to..."
"Don't tell you."
"Sul!!!" Hermione screamed with a red face... How many scores did she score?Why do I always have such a short memory?
The girl grabbed the boy's neck and rocked it back and forth, her little tiger teeth sticking out.
(If you have pictures, please add...jpg...)
Not far away, Harry looked at the snacks on the table and then at Ron.
"Why am I so full all of a sudden?..."
"Me too..." Ron looked at his favorite chocolate frog and burped.
"Hiccup~~~"
ps: Oh, I feel so sore, from the cracks in my bones to my whole body.
It's like giving you twenty green plums in one mouthful.
Finished updating today, see you tomorrow.
So, the man stood up.
"The castle has been very lively recently," he said. "That's good. Young people should always have some energy, but I hope you will spend more energy on absorbing knowledge and turning it into your own use."
"Rather than embarrass an old professor who has stayed in the castle for thousands of years. He is already very old. He has contributed to the history of magic for thousands of years and has extremely rich historical knowledge. This is what you should pay attention to."
"The scores have changed too frequently in the past two weeks. I hope it can return to normal." Dumbledore looked around. "I have no intention of pursuing who initiated this matter."
The old bee's gaze paused on Hufflepuff's long table, but quickly moved away without attracting any attention.
"I also hope that professors can control their behavior rationally and use the power in their hands reasonably."
"Okay, that's it."
After saying that, he waved his hand and reset the points hourglass back to what it was two weeks ago.
Soul on the long table noticed that Snape's face became extremely ugly.
Oh, if Sule remembers correctly, two weeks ago was the time when the Hufflepuff badgers were active in Professor Binns' class. In other words, Professor Snape's score-earning behavior in the past two weeks became In vain.
What do you mean, going back to before liberation overnight?
Moreover, the principal's move was obviously to appease the little badgers of Hufflepuff and successfully pushed Slytherin behind Gryffindor. Otherwise, why didn't he restore the points to before Christmas?
Good guy, killing three birds with one stone, Suer secretly gave him a thumbs up.
The Slytherin snakes were dejected. Before Christmas, they were still No. 1, but now, they have become the last one.
This is something that has never happened before in history and is a great shame!
"Okay, let's start enjoying dinner."
But is it really over?
……
"Snape as the referee??" Soul and Ron looked at Harry who was obviously running over in confusion.
Hermione frowned and looked at the wizard chess on the table, trying to figure out how to decipher Ron's moves.
This may be Ron's only skill that can defeat everyone.
"Don't compete!" said Ron.
"Are there any problems with Snape being the referee?" Soul asked knowingly.
"It's a big problem!" Ron Barabara said a lot about how Snape was targeting Harry, and he was extremely exaggerated, as if Snape was about to use a sharp kitchen knife to kill Harry in the next second. Chop it into pieces and throw it into a crucible to cook...
"That's not that exaggerated, but I suggest you, Harry, you'd better miss this game." The rational Hermione raised her head and said to Harry, "Find a suitable excuse."
"I have a good idea. If you break your leg, I mean, really break it, Madam Pomfrey can treat any injury anyway." Ron put forward his own suggestion.
"It's very simple, just a magic spell can do it."
Harry looked at Ron with a horrified look on his face, could he still want this brother?
"If you don't want to be expelled." Sule glanced at Ron, "It is written in the school rules that if a student is caught maliciously hurting a classmate with a wand, the only result will be breaking the wand and being expelled, and he will also have to go to Azka. The class will receive free food and accommodation for a period of time.”
"And I can't do this." Harry shook his head, "I am the only Seeker in Gryffindor, and there is no substitute."
"Then, you can only hope that Professor Snape won't make things difficult for you." Soul shook his head and patted Harry on the shoulder with a fake sigh.
"This is as outrageous as a troll learning how to eat with a fork." Ron said suddenly.
Harry didn't know whether he should laugh or cry.
At this time, a man jumped in from the auditorium like a rabbit, making a whining sound from his mouth.
It's Neville.
Many little wizards in the auditorium burst out laughing after seeing this.
Soul frowned, took out his wand and stepped forward to cast a spell on Soul. Neville's legs suddenly spread apart, and he sat on the ground tremblingly, his face pale.
"What's going on?" Suer asked.
"Woooooooooooo..." Neville pointed to his mouth.
"The curse stops!" After releasing another curse, Soul put away his wand, Hermione followed, and the two of them helped Neville up.
"What's going on?" Hermione asked.
Neville staggered onto the bench, breathing heavily.
"It's Malfoy." He said after a while. "When I was helping Professor Sprout return books to the library, I was bumped into by Malfoy."
"He said he had been looking for someone to practice the spell."
"Go to Professor McGonagall!" Hermione urged.
But Neville muttered something and shook his head, "I don't want to cause any more trouble. Even if Malfoy is punished by Professor McGonagall, he can guess it's me..."
"That's why people like Malfoy would catch you and bully you all the time." Soul patted Neville on the shoulder and handed him a piece of chocolate he took out of his pocket.
"Eat a piece of chocolate." Suer said. "After eating, I will take you to find justice."
"Thank you, Soul." Neville took the chocolate, but he still shook his head, "I want to go back and take a nap now."
"Maybe I'm not suitable to stay in Gryffindor. Malfoy said I'm too timid and not worthy of being a Gryffindor."
"He's talking nonsense!" Hermione said angrily, "You are better than twelve Malfoys. The fact that the Sorting Hat sorted you into Gryffindor shows a lot."
"Maybe." Neville showed a weak smile, "Thank you, Hermione, I'm going back."
Sur looked at Neville's "pale" and "lost" back, and frowned in silence.
"I'll go find Professor McGonagall later." Hermione said angrily, "Let Professor McGonagall punish Malfoy properly."
"It's useless, Hermione. Complaining will only make things worse." Soul couldn't help but rub Hermione's furry hair, "Unless Malfoy leaves this school..."
"But it's obviously impossible. Moreover, even if Professor McGonagall was told, he would have a hundred reasons to evade the matter."
"Then we're going to watch Neville being bullied like this?" Hermione frowned and slapped Soul's hand down.
"Of course not." Soul shook his head, "It depends on Neville's choice."
"What choice?" Hermione tilted her head in confusion.
"Want to know?" Soul looked at Hermione with a smile, "Then come here."
Hermione took a half-step back defensively and stared at Soul for a while. In the end, curiosity defeated her reason...
Soul came close to Hermione's ear, his breath making her ears red.
I really want to take a bite... No... this is too much punishment!
He finally suppressed the demon with a long tail and sharp teeth.
"That's right, I plan to..."
"Don't tell you."
"Sul!!!" Hermione screamed with a red face... How many scores did she score?Why do I always have such a short memory?
The girl grabbed the boy's neck and rocked it back and forth, her little tiger teeth sticking out.
(If you have pictures, please add...jpg...)
Not far away, Harry looked at the snacks on the table and then at Ron.
"Why am I so full all of a sudden?..."
"Me too..." Ron looked at his favorite chocolate frog and burped.
"Hiccup~~~"
ps: Oh, I feel so sore, from the cracks in my bones to my whole body.
It's like giving you twenty green plums in one mouthful.
Finished updating today, see you tomorrow.
