some magical Hogwarts

Chapter 591

Chapter 591

In the evening, in the auditorium, Hermione finished her meal as fast as she could.

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

Acting like a gentle little daughter-in-law.

William was slightly awed, but still enjoyed Hermione's caring service with peace of mind.

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

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

"Are those snails cute?"

"..."

Looking at the chili sauce on the bacon, the tomato sauce on the meat and eggs, and the sticky pumpkin juice... The maid was gone, and William's mind was full of images of fried-tailed snails swallowing feces.

Hermione was still chattering away, describing what the snails looked like.

The sense of picture is getting stronger and stronger.

William covered his mouth, trying not to let himself spit out.

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

She narrowed her eyes slightly, raised her chin lightly, and said with a soft smile:

"Anyway, I've already had a good meal, don't be afraid, I say mine, you just eat yours.

By the way, those snails are really cute.

I'll ask Hagrid for one tomorrow, and let it feed you when you eat. "

William made a gesture to hit her forehead with his fingers, she raised her face, and was still thinking about fried-tailed snails, crunchy.

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

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

In fact, the two of them knew very well that the focus was no longer on the snails... They were making a bet on who would be the first to disarm and surrender.

This kind of private game limited to two people, they have played several times.

The loser must agree to any condition of the winner.

Last year's bet: whether Hermione can score more than ten points in the ancient rune class.

William is a professor of ancient runes, and even the venue is his, so Hermione is naturally defeated.

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

Of course Hermione wanted to kill the snails and nip the danger in the bud.William would take the other side, thinking he should keep them.

Of course, William lost if the snail was raised to death.

Therefore, no matter how disgusting it is, William must grit his teeth and insist, and cannot promise to eliminate the snails!

As long as he won, he could ask Hermione to dress him in a maid's outfit on Christmas night.

If you lose...

God only knew what outlandish demands Hermione might make.Anyway, his request last year was very "bold" and "excessive"!

Seeing Hermione's eagerness to try, she seemed to want to double her 'revenge' back.

"What's so cute?"

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

She sat down between the two of them, separated abruptly.

Luna and Ginny sat down on both sides.

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

Bobocha had an innocent face. It was grabbing snacks just now, when it was forcibly carried away by Annie.

Ever since William stopped eating bobo tea snacks, it had no choice but to start a career as a cute little dried fish.

Five packs of dried fish can be touched for 30 seconds. If you want to add an hour, you have to wait in line; if you want to hug or stay overnight, you have to pay extra!

If it doesn't have enough snacks to replenish its strength, how can it have the strength to run and sprint in the castle with Mrs. Norris?

Anne ignored Hermione's eyes directly. The little girl gently pulled the neck of the big orange cat in her arms, and raised her head and asked:

"What were you two talking about just now?"

"You'll know when you take Care of Fantastic Beasts." Hermione smirked.

"The snail is your brother's favorite animal, isn't it, William?"

William felt sick again.

But for the sake of being a maid, no matter how hard or tiring you are, you have to grit your teeth and persevere!

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

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

Little wizards in the third grade can choose courses.

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

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

With so many grades, there is always the right one.

Annie opened the book "Putting Through the Fog to See the Future", shook her head and said, "I didn't say it clearly... She just said vaguely that students will die in the Triwizard Tournament."

"..."

How can I say this prediction... If it is based on past games, it really can't be considered outrageous.

In the most recent contest, the Tournament of 1792:

A monster with a chicken body and a snake tail was out of control and went on a rampage. All three principals were injured and several audience members died.

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

After drinking the tea, shake the tea leaves three times with your left hand, then turn the cup over and put it on the cup holder.

She squinted her eyes, observing the shape of the tea leaves.

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

After predicting her own fate, she predicted it for others.

"Seeing the fire dragon means that there will be accidents in the Triwizard Tournament.

Hmm... maybe a hundred students in Durmstrang... and their headmaster will be hurt. "

"..."

Hogwarts is her own school, and Anne also knows Fleur from Beauxbatons.

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

Soon, shocking prophecies were written by Annie.

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

"Durmstrang is really full of disasters." Hermione laughed.

"But I did see it." Annie refused to admit that she was making it up.

"But, only adult wizards participate in the Triwizard Tournament, how could Durmstrang lead more than 100 students." Hermione pointed out her mistake.

"Really?" Annie hurriedly looked down at her prophecy, "Then I'll change more than 100 to a dozen."

"And you said you didn't make it up?" Hermione grinned.

Ginny interjected, "Trelawney loves to watch this, it's the high score trick George and Fred told us about."

William leaned over and glanced at Ginny's prophecy.

Good guy, your predictions are all good things.

Prophecy about others:

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

On Tuesday, Ron's cauldron exploded and he was locked up, and Harry was praised by Professor Snape;

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

Ah this...

Is Ginny changing her fate against the sky, absorbing Ron's luck, and supplementing it with Harry?

William looked more and more frightened.

Luna's prophecy is still interesting, either the big mouth color ball fish was discovered, or the harasser was caught.

At this point, Hermione and Annie fought again.

Annie is writing that Hermione will encounter a dragon and get her hair burned.

The little girl wanted to run after finishing writing, but as soon as she started to take a step, Hermione, who was so angry, grabbed a ponytail and gently pulled her back to her original position.

Annie wrinkled her small face and said pitifully, "Can't I change it? Just change it to brother."

William: "..."

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(Please recommend tickets, everyone.)

(End of this chapter)