That day, Luke just finished his herbal medicine class when he saw Booker waiting for him at the door with a piece of paper in his mouth. And, as always, Booker was surrounded by girls who wanted to touch him.
But Booker treated them without pretense. Although he accepted all the dried fish and snacks as ordered, he still kept himself clean and did not let his innocent body be stained by the hands of these women.
Luke, look how much I sacrificed for you!
Taking a deep breath, Luke felt a little emotional, maybe this little thing is about to become a sperm...
But such a trick is a bit too low-level. Of course Luke knew exactly what kind of cat Booker was. Now it seems that he is not willing to give in to the two small fishes. This is mainly because I am not hungry...
If he is really hungry, this guy has no moral integrity at all...
Seeing Luke coming out, Booker quickly ran towards Luke and easily jumped on Luke's shoulders.
Luke took the note from Booker's mouth, said hello to the girls over there, and then opened the note and read it.
With just one glance, Luke grabbed the note into his hand. He hurriedly walked towards the other side.
Taylor behind him saw this and could only follow him quickly.
In the Gryffindor common room. The twins who came to Wes' house were slumped on the sofa in the lounge. Angelina looked at the two people with a look of surprise on her face.
"Have you two been a little too much on your night outs recently? We still have training. You two need to pay attention to your health."
At this time, the twins had heavy dark circles under their eyes and looked tired, with some minor scratches on their faces. When he slumped on the sofa, his fatigue was visible to the naked eye.
After hearing about Angelina's relationship, Fred wanted to say something, but he really didn't have the energy to hold it back.
After a while, he stood up, waved his hands, and said, "That's not the case... In short, Wood went too far."
After acquiring the talented Seeker, Harry, Wood's training intensity has increased a lot. In the past few days, it was discovered that Harry had made huge progress, which made Wood see the results of his training and the hope of winning the championship. So their training volume these days is really increasing. It has reached a point where study is delayed, and even normal life is delayed a bit.
"You also know...this is Wood's obsession."
That was all Angelina could say. Wood wanted to be the second Bill Weiss. But his personal ability and the strength of his partners are slightly worse. And now that he has Seeker Harry, he feels that his dream is about to come true. How can he relax at this time?
Everyone can understand it, but that’s only limited to understanding.
"Anyway, if you two really can't stand it anymore, I'll go and ask for leave for you and Wood first."
Angelina looked at Fred helplessly and even a little distressed. She also knew that the possibility of success if she told Wood about this kind of thing now was not high. But we can't just watch these two people paralyzed by exhaustion.
After hearing Angelina's words, George nodded subconsciously. But before he could make any move, Fred over there spoke: "Forget it, we can talk to Wood ourselves."
"He's been a bit disreputable these past two days, so don't get in trouble with him."
In Wood these days, few people even want to get close to him. None of his classmates or roommates wanted to get too close to him at this time. From an outsider's perspective, Wood has obviously been a little confused these days.
If there were a Chinese student here, he would probably help Wood exorcise evil spirits and perform rituals.
Angelina pursed her lips and looked at Fred, feeling a little headache.
It was obvious that the two brothers had no intention of changing their routine. In other words, the two of them also have extremely important things to do, which in their eyes are much more important than Quidditch.
If you don't say something like this, then you can't ask.
"Don't worry too much, Angelina, we don't have to be so tired these two days."
As soon as George finished speaking, he was glared at by Fred. George also remembered something and had an annoyed look on his face. He raised his hand and wanted to say something, but he still stopped and did not speak. The more you describe, the darker it gets, and the more you talk, the more you talk. Too much words lead to mistakes.
Angelina looked at the two brothers' reactions and narrowed her eyes slightly, with a hint of danger.
"George, Fred!" Ron's voice came from the door of the lounge.
The two brothers listened to their brother's shouts and had no intention of moving.
"George, Fred!"
There was a hint of urging in Ron's tone, and it did sound like he had something important to say.
So George raised his head slightly, but still made no bigger movements.
"George! Fred! Luke is looking for you!"
As soon as Ron finished shouting, he saw his brothers, who had just been lying on the sofa like two corpses, suddenly jumped up, and then rushed towards here in three steps and two steps at a time.
Angelina's mouth was open, with surprise and helplessness on her face.
As for Wood, there isn't much difference between these two people and Wood... It's just that Wood cheered up after hearing Quidditch. These two guys had to hear Luke's name to cheer themselves up.
Thinking of this, a very bad thought suddenly flashed through Angelina's mind.
Then she shook her head vigorously, trying to get those bad thoughts out of her head.
He kept mumbling about 'impossible' and 'impossible'.
After a moment of hesitation, looking at Fred's back, Angelina took a deep breath, as if she had made up her mind.
Of course, no one knows what Angelina is thinking now, nor does anyone know what kind of determination he has made at this time.
Ron looked at his two brothers who were trying to separate him with some horror. I don't quite understand their behavior, and I'm even a little confused.
"No, Luke usually comes to play with you, why are you so excited?"
But the twins simply ignored his question as if they didn't hear it.
Fred looked at Luke outside the door with an excited look on his face.
Luke calmly raised the index finger of his left hand before they could speak. So Fred and George immediately suppressed the excited expressions on their faces and calmed down their minds as much as possible.
"Luke, have you almost bought all the things?"
George asked.
Luke nodded: "It's almost here. Your design draft has been completed, right? If it's completed, we can start production and you can receive the first pot of gold."
George patted his chest vigorously: "We are two brothers! Don't worry!"
Fred smiled slightly: "It's done."
Luke breathed a sigh of relief, then smiled and said, "Thank you both for your hard work."
"You can have a good rest after that."
Hearing this, Fred and George also breathed a sigh of relief, these days are finally over.
"we know."
After saying that, Luke nodded again to the two of them, then turned and left. Taylor, who was following behind, nodded to the twins, and then quickly followed Luke's footsteps.
The twins looked at each other and saw relief in each other's eyes.
However, although the expression on his face was happy, he did not reveal any other emotions.
You still have to exercise restraint before you get carried away. Luke said that if you really want to be happy, crush your opponent to death before you can laugh wildly.
No need to open champagne at halftime...
"What happened?"
Taylor looked at Luke especially strangely. She could roughly understand the conversation between the three people just now, but that was all superficial. These three guys seemed to be talking about the magic toy store, but in fact it was definitely not the case.
Because the magic toy store is already in preparation, the Weasley brothers' props have also been put into mass production. It is undoubtedly a bit late to talk about this now.
These are what Gemma told her, and Luke may not be as clear as Gemma on these things.
Luke didn't speak, just handed the note in his hand to Taylor.
Taylor results note. Above are a few words whose handwriting is not pretty, a bit crude, and even a bit ugly. This handwriting is also really unique, and you can recognize who it belongs to at a glance.
"Hatch tonight."
Taylor read the words on the paper softly, and then asked with some confusion: "Isn't this news from Hagrid? What does it have to do with George and Fred?"
Luke smiled and shook his head: "This is a signal."
Taylor looked at the mysterious smile on Luke's face and raised his eyebrows, with a slightly dangerous look on his face.
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In the Defense Against the Dark Arts office. Quirrell looked at the cauldron that was smoking white smoke on the table, with a bright smile on his face.
After a while, the white smoke gradually extinguished. Quirrell leaned his face closer and watched the viscous black blood-like liquid in the crucible quickly melt and turn into a bright silvery white.
At the same time, sad sobs began to echo throughout the room. Quirrell waved his hand expressionlessly, and the crying sound disappeared without a trace.
Quirrell sneered, then poured the silver-white potion in the crucible into the cup, stirred it gently, and found nothing wrong, so he put down the stick in his hand, picked up the cup, and poured it into the cup. Drink the potion in one gulp.
Then he showed a happy expression and moaned with endless pleasure.
"Unicorns...are such beautiful creatures."
A hoarse and cold voice sounded in the room. Feeling a little strength restored again, Voldemort said happily.
"After drinking this potion, Master, we are only left with the blood of the last unicorn."
There was a greedy look on Quirrell's face. This feeling of gaining power really made him want to stop.
"Don't be anxious, Quirrell. At this time, we need to calm down first."
Voldemort said calmly to Quirrell.
"The dragon egg we sent out, logically, is about to hatch."
Quirrell nodded when he heard this and replied: "As long as Hagrid's dragon raising level is normal, it should hatch in these two days."
"Then wait for the dragon to hatch and let the dragon grow a little longer. Then we will reveal the news about the dragon to the Ministry of Magic. Then we will take action and announce my return to the world!"
He still needs enough chaos, and Cornelius Fudge, who has been Dumbledore's yes-man for so many years, should have reached the point where he wants to hold on to power himself.
After all, once you have tasted that kind of thing, you will never forget it.
How can a man stay depressed and depressed for a long time?
Although Fudge is not a man, his greed has made it difficult for him to restrain and endure.
Quirrell nodded with feeling, and at the same time, the same greed flashed in his eyes.
Power, status, these things that I longed for before but had little chance to obtain, now seem to be within easy reach.
This feeling is really wonderful!
Feeling Quirrell's thoughts, Voldemort showed a contemptuous smile, another servant who completely surrendered.
He never needs the servants around him to really surrender to himself, as long as they surrender to the power he brings to them, that is enough.
He can bring them strength, which makes them loyal.
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At night, the moon is hidden and the wind is cold.
Beside the deep and dark Forbidden Forest, Hagrid's hut has a bright and warm yellow light.
The cold winter wind howled, but it was blocked by the hut. An owl is standing in a tree looking for its dinner. At this moment, a cry of pain startled it, and it subconsciously wanted to escape, but no one was seen.
So it looked carefully towards the location where the sound came from, but found nothing.
"Gu?"
The owl turned his head, his face full of confusion.
But it only lasted for a moment. Soon, it was looking for possible prey again.
Dinner is more important.
A knock on the door sounded.
Hagrid made a silencing gesture to Taylor, Hermione and Luke beside him.
Then he tiptoed toward the door.
"What is he doing?"
Hermione asked with some confusion.
Taylor shook his head. This matter seemed to be a bit beyond his understanding. Luke didn't speak, just looked at him with a faint smile on his face.
Apart from anything else, Hagrid is a really good friend.
"Neville! You just guessed my feet!"
Ron's voice came from the door.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to."
Neville apologized.
"Stop arguing..." This was Harry's feeble voice. It seemed that this was probably not the first time such a big thing had happened.
Hermione glanced at the three students from her college over there and shook her head helplessly.
And at this moment, the sound of "kacha kacha" suddenly sounded in his ears.
The eyes of the three people beside the pot instantly focused on the eggs in the pot.
There is already an obvious crack on it.
