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61. Who said lions don’t shed tears?
"What is this?!" Zabini shouted angrily after the female prefect left, "Who does she think she is! Why are you ordering us!"
Goyle and Crabbe ignored Zabini's incompetent rage, but the brown-haired and yellow-skinned boy sitting behind Zabini spoke. He was another first-year Slytherin who was temporarily pulled up.
"Come on, Brace, this is normal and orderly, she is the prefect after all." The boy said, "Besides, why didn't you tell her while she was still here?"
"Shut up, Yuzhi, if you don't speak, no one will think you are dumb." Zabini muttered.
"Just call me Akinbo," Uchi Akinbo didn't care about Zabini's words, "After all, we all have a friendship since we were in the hospital together."
In the office, no one said anything.
Goyle and Crabbe were communicating with their eyes. Goyle was a little frightened. He kept asking Crabbe what to do with his eyes. He thought that what he was doing was discovered by Orolin.
Crabbe was a little surprised. After all, the reason they were looking for was a flying competition, so they shouldn't be discovered that easily.
However, Crabbe is not particularly worried. He deliberately gave up the opportunity to show off before, just to prevent being discovered and suffer disaster. If neither Uchi nor Nott planned to show off, he would not let Goyle increase his reputation. The heavier one followed Zabini over to challenge.
I don’t know what they think, that they are willing to be the background for such a good opportunity, or do they know something?
Crabbe glanced at Uchi and Nott calmly, and then shook his head at Goyle.
……
Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office.
Ever since he met Snape in the Forbidden Forest on Wednesday night, Quirrell had felt that everything was going wrong for him. He couldn't find any unicorns that were not particularly difficult to find last night.
Forget it, the master is not so anxious about the need for unicorn blood for the time being. The key is that the boy, Harry Potter, is actually watching from the fourth floor!
If the master hadn't reminded him aloud, Quirrell wouldn't have noticed that there was someone behind the mirror over there last night, and he would have almost been seen!
Quirrell had been testing the horrifying three-headed dog's preferences, but with Potter watching over there, he could only give up temporarily. He didn't know what the owner was thinking about, but he actually refused to let him attack Potter now.
Therefore, in order to understand the three-headed dog, Quirrell decided to start with Rubeus Hagrid this morning. However, his relationship with Hagrid was average, so he had to understand Hagrid's preferences.
As a result, in the afternoon, he came to visit with a little leprechaun he bought from the black market. There was no such little leprechaun in the Forbidden Forest that could produce fake gold coins, so Quirrell felt that this gift should be welcomed, but Unexpectedly, as soon as Hagrid saw him, he immediately waved his umbrella and drove him away, not knowing what this stupid guy was going crazy about.
Quirrell, who was rejected, could only go back to his office and continue to think of a solution. As for the little leprechaun, he threw it into the Forbidden Forest. Such a magical creature with no ability could not survive for a few days in the Forbidden Forest.
……
At 06:30 in the evening, Harry came to the auditorium with heavy steps.
Dinner time was almost over, so there was no one at the Gryffindor table, and there wasn't even anyone at the Slytherin table.
Harry looked around for a while, and soon found a place to sit down and eat in disappointment.
He had been waiting for Ron and the others in the dormitory in the afternoon. Although he didn't know where he was wrong, Harry was still ready to try to resolve the misunderstanding.However, until just now, Ron and Neville had not returned to their dormitory, and it was not known where they had gone.
So, on the one hand, he thought that Ron and the others might be eating, and on the other hand, Harry, who would be late for the first practice on the Quidditch pitch if he didn't eat something, postponed his meal in the Great Hall until now.
It was obviously the same food as usual, but Harry always felt that today's dinner had no taste. He was in a daze while putting food in his mouth like a machine.
"Snapped!"
Harry was tapped heavily on the shoulder. He turned around hastily with an expression of surprise on his face. However, what he saw was Fred and George who were visiting Lee Jordan's newly discovered secret passage in the afternoon.
Harry's eyes returned to dullness, and he turned his head to continue eating.
"Hey, our future Seeker is..."
Before Fred could finish speaking, he was pulled aside by George.
George gestured with his fingers on his face and said, "Harry seemed to be crying just now."
Fred turned his head and looked at Harry, who had been stuffing something into his mouth and swallowed it after chewing a few times, and whispered: "It's impossible, Harry is the youngest official Quidditch player in the past century. , if it were Ron, he would have laughed like crazy."
"He was looking at me just now, so you didn't notice that his eyes were red." George pointed at his eyes, "And his face is a little wet. It can't be from sweating, right?"
"Maybe it's because no one shares the joy?"
"It's possible, if it's Ron, he can write to his mother and Ginny, and he can show off to us, Harry..."
"..." The more Fred thought about it, the more he realized that what he said made sense, "When will Ron's confinement end?"
"It was said at noon that it would take three weeks. Except for weekends, I have to go whenever I don't have classes."
"So serious? Isn't it just flying without permission?"
"Didn't Percy say it? It's mainly because they use magic in the air. If they're just flying, they'll be locked up for a week at most, or even just deducted points. Were you listening at noon?"
"It'll be fine as long as you're here. Today's lunch was not bad."
"You're right, so what should we do now?" George looked at Harry, "Wood said training will start at seven o'clock tonight, and it's only 10 minutes until seven o'clock."
"Strange, why aren't any Slytherins here?"
"Ignore them, think about how to make Harry happy first. This is our Seeker, 150 points!" George popped Fred's head back, "I don't want the Quidditch team we joined this year to be around again." Losing to Slytherin makes us look useless."
……
In the Slytherin common room, senior girls wearing various evening dresses were holding up their skirts and running toward the underground ceremony hall with small steps. Along the way, pairs of higher-than-average dance shoes stepped on the ground. There were bursts of rapid thumping sounds.
Gemma, who was wearing a pure black tube top evening gown with layers of black gauze at the hem, ran at the front. As she ran, she shouted to the girl at the end: "Hurry up, Vida, it's just a matter of seconds." It’s seven o’clock in five minutes, don’t leave a bad impression on Mr. O’Loughlin!”
The reason why Vida, who was wearing a bright red dress, couldn't run fast was because her favorite dress had a very long tail. Seeing that she was about to be late, she had to ball up the tail and run.
If I had known better, I shouldn't have left my wand in the bedroom.
Vader regretted a little. If she had brought a wand, she could have used a floating spell to make the long tail of the dress float. Unfortunately, when she came out just now, she thought it was too ugly with the wand on her waist.
Goyle and Crabbe ignored Zabini's incompetent rage, but the brown-haired and yellow-skinned boy sitting behind Zabini spoke. He was another first-year Slytherin who was temporarily pulled up.
"Come on, Brace, this is normal and orderly, she is the prefect after all." The boy said, "Besides, why didn't you tell her while she was still here?"
"Shut up, Yuzhi, if you don't speak, no one will think you are dumb." Zabini muttered.
"Just call me Akinbo," Uchi Akinbo didn't care about Zabini's words, "After all, we all have a friendship since we were in the hospital together."
In the office, no one said anything.
Goyle and Crabbe were communicating with their eyes. Goyle was a little frightened. He kept asking Crabbe what to do with his eyes. He thought that what he was doing was discovered by Orolin.
Crabbe was a little surprised. After all, the reason they were looking for was a flying competition, so they shouldn't be discovered that easily.
However, Crabbe is not particularly worried. He deliberately gave up the opportunity to show off before, just to prevent being discovered and suffer disaster. If neither Uchi nor Nott planned to show off, he would not let Goyle increase his reputation. The heavier one followed Zabini over to challenge.
I don’t know what they think, that they are willing to be the background for such a good opportunity, or do they know something?
Crabbe glanced at Uchi and Nott calmly, and then shook his head at Goyle.
……
Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office.
Ever since he met Snape in the Forbidden Forest on Wednesday night, Quirrell had felt that everything was going wrong for him. He couldn't find any unicorns that were not particularly difficult to find last night.
Forget it, the master is not so anxious about the need for unicorn blood for the time being. The key is that the boy, Harry Potter, is actually watching from the fourth floor!
If the master hadn't reminded him aloud, Quirrell wouldn't have noticed that there was someone behind the mirror over there last night, and he would have almost been seen!
Quirrell had been testing the horrifying three-headed dog's preferences, but with Potter watching over there, he could only give up temporarily. He didn't know what the owner was thinking about, but he actually refused to let him attack Potter now.
Therefore, in order to understand the three-headed dog, Quirrell decided to start with Rubeus Hagrid this morning. However, his relationship with Hagrid was average, so he had to understand Hagrid's preferences.
As a result, in the afternoon, he came to visit with a little leprechaun he bought from the black market. There was no such little leprechaun in the Forbidden Forest that could produce fake gold coins, so Quirrell felt that this gift should be welcomed, but Unexpectedly, as soon as Hagrid saw him, he immediately waved his umbrella and drove him away, not knowing what this stupid guy was going crazy about.
Quirrell, who was rejected, could only go back to his office and continue to think of a solution. As for the little leprechaun, he threw it into the Forbidden Forest. Such a magical creature with no ability could not survive for a few days in the Forbidden Forest.
……
At 06:30 in the evening, Harry came to the auditorium with heavy steps.
Dinner time was almost over, so there was no one at the Gryffindor table, and there wasn't even anyone at the Slytherin table.
Harry looked around for a while, and soon found a place to sit down and eat in disappointment.
He had been waiting for Ron and the others in the dormitory in the afternoon. Although he didn't know where he was wrong, Harry was still ready to try to resolve the misunderstanding.However, until just now, Ron and Neville had not returned to their dormitory, and it was not known where they had gone.
So, on the one hand, he thought that Ron and the others might be eating, and on the other hand, Harry, who would be late for the first practice on the Quidditch pitch if he didn't eat something, postponed his meal in the Great Hall until now.
It was obviously the same food as usual, but Harry always felt that today's dinner had no taste. He was in a daze while putting food in his mouth like a machine.
"Snapped!"
Harry was tapped heavily on the shoulder. He turned around hastily with an expression of surprise on his face. However, what he saw was Fred and George who were visiting Lee Jordan's newly discovered secret passage in the afternoon.
Harry's eyes returned to dullness, and he turned his head to continue eating.
"Hey, our future Seeker is..."
Before Fred could finish speaking, he was pulled aside by George.
George gestured with his fingers on his face and said, "Harry seemed to be crying just now."
Fred turned his head and looked at Harry, who had been stuffing something into his mouth and swallowed it after chewing a few times, and whispered: "It's impossible, Harry is the youngest official Quidditch player in the past century. , if it were Ron, he would have laughed like crazy."
"He was looking at me just now, so you didn't notice that his eyes were red." George pointed at his eyes, "And his face is a little wet. It can't be from sweating, right?"
"Maybe it's because no one shares the joy?"
"It's possible, if it's Ron, he can write to his mother and Ginny, and he can show off to us, Harry..."
"..." The more Fred thought about it, the more he realized that what he said made sense, "When will Ron's confinement end?"
"It was said at noon that it would take three weeks. Except for weekends, I have to go whenever I don't have classes."
"So serious? Isn't it just flying without permission?"
"Didn't Percy say it? It's mainly because they use magic in the air. If they're just flying, they'll be locked up for a week at most, or even just deducted points. Were you listening at noon?"
"It'll be fine as long as you're here. Today's lunch was not bad."
"You're right, so what should we do now?" George looked at Harry, "Wood said training will start at seven o'clock tonight, and it's only 10 minutes until seven o'clock."
"Strange, why aren't any Slytherins here?"
"Ignore them, think about how to make Harry happy first. This is our Seeker, 150 points!" George popped Fred's head back, "I don't want the Quidditch team we joined this year to be around again." Losing to Slytherin makes us look useless."
……
In the Slytherin common room, senior girls wearing various evening dresses were holding up their skirts and running toward the underground ceremony hall with small steps. Along the way, pairs of higher-than-average dance shoes stepped on the ground. There were bursts of rapid thumping sounds.
Gemma, who was wearing a pure black tube top evening gown with layers of black gauze at the hem, ran at the front. As she ran, she shouted to the girl at the end: "Hurry up, Vida, it's just a matter of seconds." It’s seven o’clock in five minutes, don’t leave a bad impression on Mr. O’Loughlin!”
The reason why Vida, who was wearing a bright red dress, couldn't run fast was because her favorite dress had a very long tail. Seeing that she was about to be late, she had to ball up the tail and run.
If I had known better, I shouldn't have left my wand in the bedroom.
Vader regretted a little. If she had brought a wand, she could have used a floating spell to make the long tail of the dress float. Unfortunately, when she came out just now, she thought it was too ugly with the wand on her waist.
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