novelslam Chapter 597 Look again, your eyes will be blinded!
Chapter 597 Look again, your eyes will be blinded!
Chapter 597 Look again, your eyes will be blinded!
Dumbledore's surprises often contain enough fright.
In other words, his surprise must be more like fright than your fright.
Therefore, no one likes his well-prepared little surprises.
As the vice-principal, Professor McGonagall is the least favorite.
When she enrolled:
The principal is still Armando Dippet; the school song is still tuned; positions in Defense Against the Dark Arts are still in demand; Halloween is still safe; Quidditch is still going smoothly; Gryffindor students are still of high quality.
She graduated and went to the Ministry of Magic for two years, the headmaster became Dumbledore, and then was invited back to teach.
That unique opening dinner almost scared the young Miss McGonagall into resigning.
In the decades since, Hogwarts has never been the same Hogwarts it once was.
In the past few years... To be precise, since Harry entered school, more and more high-frequency crises have occurred.
As for William, and that year's Death Eater Tywin... was selectively ignored by Professor McGonagall.
Who would not like such an excellent student.
Is what happened in school these years related to him?Certainly not!
Fortunately, Professor Dumbledore tonight is still self-aware, and he didn't show his little surprise, but talked and laughed with Karkaroff and Maxim there.
Professor McGonagall finally breathed a sigh of relief. She, the vice-principal, said she was the vice-principal, but she was doing the work of the principal.
And managing a horde of incoherent professors and thorny students.
The team is not easy to lead, Mag sighed.
I hope that Professor Dumbledore will not surprise her in this Triwizard Tournament.
She can't accept surprises!
Professor McGonagall was sighing, and Snape also had dark eyes, staring at Karkaroff from time to time.
Just now Dumbledore asked him to take Karkaroff to change clothes, just to get some news from this former 'colleague'.
It's a pity that the other party called Krum as a shield and pulled him to change clothes.
The two stayed together, and Snape couldn't find a chance for a private conversation.
Karkaroff secretly glanced at Mad-Eye.
This old thing... isn't crazy yet?
That year, he was the one who arrested him.
Karkaroff glanced at Crouch again.
This dog thing... isn't dead yet?
Back then, it was Crouch who interrogated him himself and almost got him into Azkaban.
He glanced at Snape again.
This dead traitor...
The professors had their own thoughts and didn't enjoy eating, but the students were very happy.
Because tonight's dinner is extraordinarily rich, even richer than Christmas.
The plates in front of everyone were 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 plate of Salted Cod and Snail Belize Swiss Tower with Garlic Butter Sauce... looks less like food and more like Hagrid's Fried-Ended Whelks.
A group of British people commented on French cuisine, and still found it unpalatable... Eh, something seems wrong.
"The taste is okay." William wiped his mouth, smiled at Furong, "but it's not as authentic as you did last time."
"It's not. The one I made is not as delicious as this one." Fu Rong covered her mouth with a smile and said, "But if you like it, I can make it again."
The last time I ate snails was last year on the beach in Biarritz, France.
A group of them went to the sea and caught a lot of snails, and Furong made a French-style feast.
Furong's cooking skills are much better than Hermione's, not at the same level at all.
For this reason, Hermione, who refused to admit defeat, went back and practiced hard for another summer vacation.
But she can't cook English food well, let alone French.
Annie hurriedly told Hermione: This is a problem with the cuisine. British food is inherently unpalatable, and it has nothing to do with her cooking skills.
Only then did Hermione stop persecuting William and Anne's taste buds.
Halfway through eating, Fu Rong felt a little hot, so she took off the heavy scarf on her head.
Only then did everyone see her appearance clearly.
A long cascade of shiny silver hair hung down to his waist.Big azure blue eyes, and a picturesque face.
Fleur immediately caused a stir.
The male students at the Ravenclaw dining table stopped what they were doing and stared at her dumbly.
Fleur is used to this kind of thing, and continued to talk about French cuisine with William as if no one else was there.
William uses French, and Fleur uses English...the two seem a little weird.
Furong was full soon, stood up and blinked:
"I went to see Hermione, I didn't run into her just now."
at the Gryffindor table,
Ron was staring longingly into the distance.
Durmstrang's student sat at Slytherin's table, watching him envious and jealous.
"Harry, we should have made room earlier so Krum could sit next to us," he grumbled.
Seeing Malfoy leaning over to talk to Krum, Ron said sharply again:
"Malfoy must be sucking up to him. I bet Krum saw right away what he was.
I bet Krum is courted and flattered everywhere he goes... Where do they sleep? "
Ron looked at Krum eagerly and said:
"We can give him a bed in our dormitory, Harry... I'd give him my bed, I'll sleep on a camp bed..."
Harry glanced at Ron wordlessly.As for?
Like Hermione said: just a Quidditch player.
Surely Harry wouldn't want to give up his bed to Krum...he would, however, give up his bed to Cho.
He doesn't need to sleep, just watch by the side all night... Hehehe.
Ron, who was still chattering, suddenly stopped talking. He opened his mouth wide and his eyes widened.
A witch came towards him.
It was the most beautiful girl Ron had ever seen, with a slender figure, long silver hair, and a smile on her lips.
That kind of smile is sweet and elegant, as if the spring breeze blows through Diagon Alley and the autumn rain soaks Gringotts.
At this moment, Ron felt that he was in love.
This must be the arrangement of fate.
"Hi!" The girl smiled softly, "Long time no see."
Like an old friend, Ron said in a voice only he could hear, "Yeah, long time no see."
That's right, he felt that the two had met each other in a previous life.
"My name is Ronald..."
But the girl didn't greet him, let alone saw him, and walked directly towards Hermione.
"Fu Rong, long time no see." Hermione stood up and took Fu Rong's hand.
Like girlfriends, the two bouncing together, muttering and laughing like silver bells.
"Let's go, let's go over there, I have a lot to say to you."
Fleur pulled Hermione and walked towards the Ravenclaw table.
Seeing that the two were about to leave, Ron suddenly stood up.
"Ron, what can you do?" Hermione raised her eyebrows.
Ron's face flushed bright red.He stared blankly at Furong, opened his mouth to answer, but only made some strange small sounds, as if his throat was stuck.
That look... like I've never seen a girl before.
Hermione coughed dissatisfied with Ron's faux pas.
He finally stammered, "Is this your friend? Hermione..."
"Of course." Hermione said impatiently, "I mentioned... Fleur before."
"Phlegm..." Ron remembered the name.
Fu Rong showed a disgusted expression, and said coldly with a very standard London accent: "My name is Fu Rong, not Sticky Phlegm!"
She took Hermione's hand and walked right past Ron.
"How was I, brother!" Ron said hoarsely to Harry as he sat down.
"Very poor..." Harry whispered.
Ron glared at others like an idiot, and using the word sassy to describe it...was a euphemism.
It was so embarrassing that 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 next to William, who seemed to be very close to him, Ron turned pale, as if he had lost his soul.
At this moment, there was a heavy coughing sound from behind.
Ron turned his head away.
Finding a little silver-haired girl standing beside Annie, she pointed at Ron's eyes with two fingers, and said coldly, "Look again, I'll poke your eyes blind!"
Gabriel is not the only one who wants to poke other people's eyes, but also Professor Flitwick.
Hagrid, who was late, noticed Maxim just as he sat down on the chair.
His eyes widened and his breathing became short of breath.Back then, when Norber was born, he was not that excited.
Hagrid raised his tall wine glass, ready to take a sip to calm his shock.
But instead of drinking the oat wine, it poured all over Professor Flitwick's head.
With a smirk, he picked up his fork again, ready to cut some beef.
The fork went straight into Professor Flitwick's hand.
Professor Flitwick, who has always been a good man, couldn't help saying angrily:
"Hagrid, you idiot!"
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(Please recommend tickets, everyone.
Sorry for the late update, I was teaching an experiment to a group of undergraduates today. )
(End of this chapter)