Hogwarts of a certain magic

You can search for "a magical Hogwarts novel (www.soxscc.com)" in Baidu to find the latest chapter!In the evening, while in the auditorium, Hermione finished the meal as quickly as possible.

Then, he rolled up bacon and black pudding for William, and put an fried egg on his plate.

A gentle little daughter-in-law.

William was slightly awe-inspiring, but still comfortably enjoyed Hermione's caring service.

It would be even better if he was wearing a maid costume... He was eating and thinking about all kinds of things.

When half-eaten and half-full, Hermione suddenly smiled and asked:

"Are those fried snails cute?"

"..."

Looking at the chili sauce on the bacon, the ketchup on the meat and eggs, and the slimy pumpkin juice... The maid is out of pretense, and William's brain is full, all are the scenes of fried snails vomiting feces.

Hermione was still chattering, describing the appearance of the snails.

The sense of picture is getting stronger and stronger.

William covered his mouth and tried not to vomit it out.

He said helplessly, "Hermione, please stop talking."

She squinted her eyes, raised her chin, and laughed softly:

"Anyway, I've already eaten. Don't be afraid. I say mine, you just eat yours.

By the way, those fried snails are really cute.

I will ask Hagrid for one tomorrow, and let him serve you during the meal."

William made a gesture of tapping her forehead with her fingers. She raised her face, still thinking about the fried snails, crunchy.

William's mouth twitched, and then he used Occlumency to empty his head quickly, otherwise he would really vomit.

This is a war without gunpowder, decide whether to eliminate the snails!

In fact, the two knew that the focus had nothing to do with fried snails... They were betting on who would surrender first.

This kind of private game only between two people, they have played several times.

Those who lose the bet must agree to any condition of the winner.

Last year's bet: Can Hermione get more than 10 points in the ancient magic text class.

William was the professor of ancient magic texts, and even the court was his. Hermione was naturally defeated.

This year, a new bet has begun: whether to kill the fried snails.

Of course Hermione wanted to kill the snails and wipe out the danger in the bud.William had to stand on the other side, thinking that he should raise them.

Of course, if the fried snails are raised to death, William is also considered to lose.

Therefore, even if it is disgusting, William will grit his teeth and insist, and cannot agree to eliminate the snails!

As long as he wins, he can make a request for Hermione to wear him a maid outfit on Christmas night.

If you lose...

God knows what weird requests Hermione would make.Anyway, his request last year was very "daring" and "excessive"!

Seeing Hermione's eagerness, she seemed to want to double'retaliate' back.

"What's so cute?"

Annie, with her double ponytails, walked over quickly, still holding a bloated big orange cat in her arms.

She sat down between the two and was separated abruptly.

Luna and Ginny sat down on either side.

Hermione glared at Annie and Bobocha, seemingly annoyed, and she blocked her.

Bobo tea looked innocent. It was just rubbing snacks and was forcibly taken away by Annie.

Since William cut off Popo Tea's snacks, it became boring, and he had to start a career of selling cute dried fish.

Five packets of dried fish, you can touch for 30 seconds, if you want to add the clock, you have to line up; if you want to hug or stay overnight, you have to add money!

If there are not enough snacks to replenish its physical strength, how can it have the strength to run and sprint in the castle with Mrs. Loris?

Faced with Hermione's eyes, Annie directly ignored the little girl's neck and raised her head and asked:

"What were you two talking about?"

"You'll know it when you take the magical animal protection class." Hermione grinned.

"Fried snails are your brother's favorite animal, right, William?"

William felt he was vomiting again.

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"Okay." Annie took out her textbook and started to do her homework.

"Divination class?" Hermione curiously asked, "Who is predicted to die this year?"

The little wizard in the third grade can choose courses.

As a repertoire for freshmen every year, Professor Trelawney will announce the death of a certain student.

Then, she would use her Third Eye to "predict" a wave of flu from grade to grade.

For so many years, there is always a right one.

Annie opened the book "Pull the Fog and Look at the Future", shook her head and said: "I didn't say it clearly...she said vaguely that the Triwizard Tournament would kill students."

"..."

What about this prediction... If you follow the past matches, it really can't be considered outrageous.

In the most recent competition, the 1792 Contest:

A chicken with a snake-tailed monster went uncontrollable and ran rampant. All three principals were injured and several spectators died.

Annie took out the cup and tea, and poured water into the cup.

After drinking the tea, shake the tea dregs three times with your left hand, then turn the teacup over and buckle it on the teacup holder.

She squinted, observing the shape of the tea leaves.

"Seeing the shape of a thunderbird, my silver wings may come back to me." Annie predicted to herself.

After predicting her own destiny, she helped others predict.

"Seeing the fire dragon, this represents an accident in the Triwizard Tournament.

Hmm... Durmstrang might die a hundred students... Their principal would also be injured."

"..."

Hogwarts is her own school, and Annie also knows Fleur of Busbarton.

These two schools are not easy to arrange, so her goal is to find Durmstrang.

Soon, a series of shocking predictions were written by Annie.

Judging from the predictions alone, Durmstrang will probably be wiped out this time.

"Darmstrand is really plagued by disasters." Hermione laughed.

"But I did see it." Annie didn't admit that she was making up.

"But ah, only adult wizards participate. How can Durmstrang bring more than a hundred students to participate." Hermione pointed out her mistake.

"Really?" Annie hurriedly looked down at her prediction, "Then I will change from more than one hundred to a dozen."

"You said it wasn't something you made up?" Hermione grinned.

Ginny interrupted: "She loves to watch this. This is the high-scoring trick that George and Fred told us."

William leaned over and glanced at Ginny's prediction.

Good guys, predictions about yourself are all good things.

Prophecy about others:

On Monday, Ron fell into the water and Harry picked up five gallons;

On Tuesday, Ron’s crucible exploded and was locked up, and Harry was praised by Professor Snape;

On Wednesday, Ron was criticized by McGonagall, and Harry received points from Professor McGonagall.

Ah this...

Is Ginny changing her fate against the sky, taking Ron's luck and replenishing it to Harry?

William became more and more frightened as he watched.

Luna's prediction is still interesting, either he found the big mouth ball fish or caught the molester.

At this moment, Hermione and Annie fought again.

Annie was writing that Hermione would encounter a fire dragon, and her hair would be burnt.

The little girl wanted to run after she finished writing. Hermione, who was stunned by her anger, grabbed a ponytail and gently pulled it back to her original position as soon as she took her steps.

Annie frowned and said pitifully, "Can I change it? Just change it to brother."

William: "..."

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