Hogwarts of a certain magic

You can search for "a magical Hogwarts novel (www.soxscc.com)" in Baidu to find the latest chapter!Dumbledore's surprises often contained enough shock.

In other words, his surprise must be more like a fright than your fright.

Therefore, no one likes the little surprise he prepared carefully.

Professor McGonagall, as the vice president, is the least favorite.

When she enrolled that year:

The principal is still Armando Dupete; the school song is still tuned; the dark defense class position is still in demand; Halloween is still safe; Quidditch is still smooth; Gryffindor students are still high-quality.

She graduated and went to the Ministry of Magic for two years, the principal became Dumbledore, and then she was invited back to teach.

The individual opening school dinner almost scared the young Miss McGonagall to resign.

Decades since then, Hogwarts is no longer the same Hogwarts.

In recent years... to be precise, since Harry enrolled in school, more and more high-frequency crises have occurred.

As for William, and the Death Eater of that year, Tywin... were selectively ignored by Professor McGonagall.

Who wouldn't like such an excellent student?

Are the incidents in school these years related to him?Definitely not!

Fortunately, Professor Dumbledore tonight, who is still self-aware, did not display his little surprise, but followed Karkaroff and Maxim to chat and laugh there.

Professor McGonagall finally took a sigh of relief. She, the vice principal, said she was the vice principal, but she was doing the work of the principal.

Also manage a large group of unfocused professors and stabbing students.

The team is not easy to lead, McGonagall sighed.

I hope Professor Dumbledore will not surprise her in this Triwizard Tournament.

She can't accept the surprise!

Professor McGonagall sighed, and Snape also had dark eyes, staring at Karkaroff from time to time.

Just now Dumbledore asked him to take Karkaroff to change his clothes, just to get some news from his former'colleague'.

Unfortunately, the other party called Krum as a shield and pulled him to change his clothes.

The two stayed together, and Snape couldn't find a chance to talk privately.

Karkaroff glanced at Mad-Eye secretly.

This old thing... isn't it crazy yet?

It was he who arrested him that year.

Karkaroff glanced at Crouch again.

This dog... is not dead yet?

It was Crouch who interrogated him personally that year and almost got him into Azkaban.

He glanced at Snape again.

This dead traitor...

The professors all had their own thoughts and they didn't eat to the fullest, but the students were very happy.

Because tonight’s dinner is extra rich, even more rich than Christmas.

The plates in front of everyone are full of food.Those house elves tried their best, and even seven or eight foreign cuisines appeared.

Ravenclaw students are facing a large plate of snails, conducting academic research.

This dish of salted cod snails, Bellitz Swiss tower, garlic butter sauce... doesn't look like food, but more like Hagrid's fried snails.

A group of British people are talking about French cuisine, and they still find it unpalatable... Hey, there seems to be something wrong.

"The taste is okay." William wiped his mouth and smiled at Furong: "But it's not as authentic as you did last time."

"No, I didn't make this delicious." Furong covered her mouth and smiled: "But if you like it, I can make it again."

The last time I ate snails, it was at Biarritz Beach in France last year.

A group of them went to the sea and caught a lot of snails, and Lotus made a French-style meal.

Furong's cooking skills are much better than Hermione's.

For this reason, Hermione, who refused to admit defeat, went back and practiced hard for another summer vacation.

But she can't even cook English food, let alone French food.

Annie hurriedly told Hermione: This is a question of cuisine. British cuisine is inherently awful and has nothing to do with her cooking skills.

Hermione stopped persecuting William and Annie's taste buds.

Halfway through the meal, Furong felt a little hot and took off the heavy scarf on her head.

Everyone can see her appearance clearly.

A long cascade of shiny silver hair hung down to his waist.Big blue eyes and picturesque appearance.

Furong immediately caused restlessness.

The male students at the Ravenclaw table stopped their movements and looked at her dementedly.

Fleur was accustomed to this kind of thing, and continued to talk about French cuisine with William in a nonchalant manner.

William uses French, and Fleur uses English... The two look strange.

Furong was full soon, stood up and blinked:

"I went to see Hermione, I didn't meet her just now."

At the Gryffindor table,

Ron was staring into the distance.

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"Harry, we should get empty sooner so that Krum can sit next to us." He complained.

Seeing Malfoy leaning over to talk to Krum, Ron said sharply:

"Malfoy must be flattering him. I bet Krum knew what he was at a glance.

I dare say that wherever Krum goes, there are people who are pleasing and flattering him... You say, where will they sleep?"

Ron looked at Krum eagerly and said:

"We can provide him with a bed in our dormitory, Harry...I am willing to let him sleep in my bed, I sleep on the camp bed..."

Harry glanced at Ron silently.As for?

As Hermione said: just a Quidditch player.

Harry certainly didn't want to give up the bed to Krum... But he was willing to give up the bed to Qiu.

He doesn't need to sleep, and watch next to him all night...hehehe.

Ron, who was still chattering, stopped talking suddenly, his mouth opened wide and his eyes widened.

A witch came towards him.

That was the most beautiful girl Ron had ever seen, with a slender figure, long silver hair and a smile on her mouth.

That kind of smile, sweet and elegant, as if the spring breeze was blowing across Diagon Alley and the autumn rain infiltrating the Gulin Pavilion.

At this moment, Ron felt that he was in love.

This must be an arrangement of fate.

"Hi!" The girl laughed softly: "Long time no see."

Ron, like an old friend, said in a voice that only he could hear, "Yes, long time no see."

Yes, he felt that the two had met in the last life.

"My name is Ronald..."

But the girl didn't say hello to him, let alone saw him, and walked directly towards Hermione.

"Furong, long time no see." Hermione stood up and took Fleur's hand.

The two of them hopped together like best friends, murmured and laughed like silver bells.

"Let's go, let's go over there, I have a lot to say to you."

Fleur took Hermione and walked towards Ravenclaw's dining table.

Seeing that the two were leaving, Ron suddenly stood up.

"Ron, what's the matter with you?" Hermione raised her eyebrows.

Ron's face flushed suddenly.He stared at Furong blankly, opened his mouth to answer, but only made some strange little noises, as if his throat was stuck.

That expression...as if I had never seen a girl before.

Hermione coughed dissatisfied with Ron's rudeness.

He finally squatted: "Is this your friend? Hermione..."

"Of course." Hermione said impatiently, "I mentioned it before... Fleur."

"Sputum..." Ron remembered the name.

Furong showed a look of disgust, using a very standard London accent, and said coldly: "My name is Furong, not phlegm!"

She took Hermione's hand and bypassed Ron directly.

"How did I just behave, brother!" Ron sat down and said to Harry hoarsely.

"Very bad..." Harry whispered.

Ron glared at others like an idiot, using Xun to describe it...all euphemistic.

It was too embarrassing. He wanted to stand up and tell everyone: He didn't know Ron.

Ron ignored Harry and continued to look at Fleur's back.

Seeing the girl sitting down next to William, she seemed very close to him, Ron's face was pale, as if he had lost his soul.

At this moment, a heavy cough came from behind.

Ron turned his head away.

Finding a little silver-haired girl standing next to Annie, she stretched out her fingers, pointed at Ron's eyes, and said coldly: "Look again, I will pierce you blind!"

It is not only Gabriel who wants to blind others, but also Professor Flivy.

Hagrid, who was late, just sat down in the chair and noticed Maxim's wide-open.

His eyes widened, and his breathing became quick.When Norbert was born that year, he was not so excited.

Hagrid raised the blackjack, ready to take a sip to be shocked.

But the oatmeal didn't drink into the mouth, instead it poured all over Professor Flitwick's head.

He smirked, then picked up his fork, ready to cut some beef.

The fork was inserted directly into Professor Flitwick's hand.

Professor Flitwick, who has always been a good person, couldn't help but anger:

"Hagrid, you idiot!"

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Sorry for the late update. Today I am talking about experiments to a group of undergraduates.)