some magical Hogwarts

Chapter 150 If you love him, tattoo him on your chest (Part [-])
The popularity of Quidditch continued into the second week, and everyone was still discussing it enthusiastically.

At noon on Thursday, Hermione was sitting at the dining table reading aloud with a thick notebook in hand.

Many students gathered around her, like believers.

Hermione was holding "The Origin of Quidditch" all day long, and William saw that she was very nervous, so he tidied up his Quidditch notes a little.

There are his skills in playing the ball, as well as the tactical points he keeps collecting.

Xueba's notes are always the most in-demand strategic materials, especially before the exam.

In the afternoon, the first grade of Gryffindor will have its first flying lesson, and everyone can't wait to take it 24 hours a day.

Regardless of whether it is useful or not, it is still the notes of a schoolmaster, even if it is pretending, it is only good for psychological comfort.

It is much more reliable than the teacher's so-called "the whole book is the key point" and "all I take are the test sites".

Everyone thought so, and many little first-year wizards gathered around her, listening carefully to Hermione's reading.

The girl pulled herself together, she looked like an excellent Chinese class representative.

Soon, a row of owls flew in.

Malfoy received a large package, and when he opened it, it was full of imported sweets.

He flaunted it loudly, telling the Slytherins to take it easy.

In fact, no one was polite to him. The package had only been placed on the table for five seconds before everyone rushed up and distributed all the candies.

This feeling is very similar to sending a red envelope to myself. I just clicked on it and found that the red envelope...has been received.

Pansy snatches a chocolate heart and would not mind sharing one with Malfoy, but Malfoy ruthlessly rejects it.

Not a single piece of candy was eaten. Although Malfoy felt distressed, he still showed off:
"Our family has a lot of this kind of candy. If you like to eat it, I will ask my father to give it to me every day. I will be anxious to anyone who is polite to me.

It's really pitiful, let alone a gift, even a letter... can't receive a single one. "

Malfoy glanced at Harry, as if to tell him on purpose.

William was far enough away to hear Malfoy's voice.

He saw the truth at a glance.

Malfoy was not so much showing off as he was cueing Harry to ask him for candy.

It's a pity that Harry was unmoved, biting the pineapple cake bitterly, as if the cake was Malfoy's head.

Ron didn't pay attention to Harry's anomaly and was complaining loudly.

"I'm your younger brother. I want to ride a broomstick for a while, but I still want money?!"

"So we only charge you five Sickles, half the price." Fred said seriously.

"But I don't have five sickles!"

"Then you can wait for the flight class in the afternoon and ride the school's Nimbus 1700, that's not bad." George laughed.

"You guys have earned so much money, you can afford Nimbus 2000, Wuxi can still charge me?!"

Fred smiled and said, "Look at what you said, five cents isn't money anymore?"

Ron was biting the bread bitterly, as if it was a twin brother.

Not far away, Neville also received a gift. Mrs. Longbottom sent a small package.

Neville opened it excitedly, and inside was a glass ball, which seemed to be filled with white smoke.

"It's a memory ball!" Neville explained. "Grandma knows I've always had a bad memory - it'll tell you if you've forgotten something."

"Look, you hold it tight, like this, and if it turns red—oh..."

Neville immediately straightened his face, and the memory ball suddenly became bright red.

Neville tried desperately to remember what he had forgotten... No, he hadn't forgotten anything.

Lyfe, who was far away in the History of Magic classroom, was standing in front of the glass window, croaking desperately.

Gryffindor's last class in the morning was History of Magic. Raife just squinted on the table for a while, and when he woke up, he found that there was no one around him.

The door of the classroom was locked, and Professor Binns dragged his transparent body through the wall and left, leaving only a clam, looking for Neville's figure blankly...

At this moment in the restaurant, Neville was still desperately remembering.

For some unknown reason, Malfoy got up and left the Slytherin table suddenly.

He passed the dining tables in Gryffindor House and snatched the Remembrall out of Neville's hands.

Harry and Ron jumped to their feet, both seeming to wish to have a fight with Malfoy, to vent their anger.

Malfoy also looked at Harry defiantly, ignoring Ron completely.

However, Professor McGonagall was always more keenly aware of the trouble than other teachers. She was clearly chatting with Dumbledore just now, and she appeared at the dining table in the blink of an eye.

Hermione was so startled that she couldn't read any more, and seemed intrigued by this ability to quickly find the source of trouble.

"What's going on?" Professor McGonagall narrowed his eyes.

"Malfoy snatched my memory ball, Professor." Neville said hastily.

Malfoy scowled, and quickly threw the memory ball back on the table.

Pick up plan - fail!
"Wait and see." He said and hurried away.

Neville still couldn't remember what was lost, he said with a sad face, "I forgot the map, it seems that I did lose it."

George raised his forehead slightly, "Neville, you are throwing the map at this speed, are you sure you will have enough pocket money?"

Neville's map will be bought again if it is lost, but William and the others are embarrassed to sell it.

Others consume one card a year, but he consumes seven cards a week. This speed is too exaggerated.

"How about having William carve a map of Hogwarts on your knee?" Fred suggested seriously.

"That's a good idea." George smiled. "I heard from William that Dumbledore has a map of the London subway engraved on his knee."

George's voice was loud, and many students heard it. They all looked at William, as if they were very interested in this breaking news.

So did Cho and Marietta.

William took a cup of black tea and sipped it.

"Don't look at me like that, I've never seen it before.

When I asked Dumbledore for the map last year, he told me.

He also asked me to make a better map, don't be like the complicated London subway, which is extremely unfriendly to wizards, and you can't find a place to go to the toilet..."

Despite what William said, rumors spread the fastest at Hogwarts.

Before the afternoon classes started, rumors were everywhere: Dumbledore had a map of Hogwarts drawn on his back, he had tattoos on his chest, and he was a blond wizard.

If you love him, tattoo him on your chest!
Everyone swears by it, as if they saw it with their own eyes, and even William has a little faith in it.

In the afternoon, William and Qiu followed the large group to the greenhouse, and Professor Sprout was already waiting for them at the door.

Professor Sprout was a squat witch with a patched hat on his fluttering hair, and a lot of dirt on his clothes.

Everyone likes her very much. She has a good temper and always makes some weird plants to open everyone's eyes.

Professor Sprout was like Hagrid in a way, she liked those strange flowers and plants.

But she has a good grasp of scale and won't get any particularly dangerous plants. This is a completely different style of painting from Hagrid's.

"Today is still the third greenhouse!" Professor Sprout said.

They all stayed in the first greenhouse in the first grade, and they only entered the third greenhouse for the first time last week.

The plants in the third greenhouse are more interesting and more dangerous.

Professor Sprout took a large key from his belt and opened the door.William smelled a smell of damp earth and manure mixed with a rich scent of flowers.

The flowers were the size of umbrellas and hung from the ceiling.

Professor Sprout lagged behind and stopped William.

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I wish you all a happy Lantern Festival, good luck and good health. )
(End of this chapter)