Spell Players at Hogwarts

Qiu, as a pseudo-academic scumbag, would naturally not understand what Lynch did.

With twelve certificates or something, could it be possible that some special postures will be unlocked?

However, considering his future resume, how could Lynch, as the head of the Magic Empire, leave such an obvious stain.

At least... don't give the little girl a chance to take advantage of her.

If Hermione didn't say anything about Percy, maybe Mr. Christopher would keep silent about the extra exam?

After all, Professor McGonagall has not received text messages from certain people, and whether they will be rejected is not within the scope of Mr. Kristoff's consideration.

After all, magic is a very personal and practical thing. After eliminating some time-wasting courses, even though the course schedule was full, Lynch still left ample space for his own research.

After all, you won't be taught how to change the arrangement of runes in Charms class. As for Transfiguration...

So far, Professor McGonagall has still not revoked the title of teaching assistant for some people.

Compared to other people's twelve gates, Lynch's path to unlocking achievements will undoubtedly be easier.

Qiu was stunned, while Cedric on the side had a face filled with regret.

If you don't pay attention, some people will pretend to do it again.

This feeling is very angry.

After reaping the wave of hatred with peace of mind, Lynch put a large piece of fried egg on his plate.

Hermione looked a little unhappy. She didn't know if she was still feeling powerless because of Gryffindor's unreliability or because she was indignant at being slapped in the face by some people.

"Don't quarrel with them. After all, Gryffindors are quite interesting if they don't cause trouble."

"Humph!" Hermione wrinkled her nose. Although the girl's face was full of reluctance, she still pinched her nose and agreed.

"You really don't understand the point." Flinda put on an expression of helplessness towards someone, while the person who was the target was still eating an omelette with peace of mind.

A person who cooks has a soul to cook, and he has spirit when he cooks.

In the pursuit of food, some people can say that they have accurately grasped the essence of Hufflepuff.

This made Cedric secretly admire him. As for the little things about Christopher's family, Digory at this moment was just a little disappointed that he didn't have a heroic old mother.

However, my own one is not bad. At least every time I go home for vacation, I don’t have to worry about not being able to get in.

If Lynch knew what Cedric was thinking, he would definitely slap him with a big mouth.

How could a little wizard like him guess about maternal love?

Do you understand maternal love?The kind that is labeled.

However, Lynch's Legilimency is obviously not too good. After all, unlike Uncle Newt's sister-in-law, who is naturally telepathic and does not stop working 24 hours a day, Lynch missed the best opportunity to express his determination to his old mother. .

We reserve the right to question this and fully suspect that some people's original motivation is simply because of the name Cedric.

However, as someone who has been through this before, Cedric rarely takes on the identity of an old-timer.

"Seriously, Lynch, I don't recommend you go to the old liar's class and waste your time."

"Old liar? Who?" Qiu raised his eyebrows, "Professor?"

"Professor Trelawney." Cedric said very calmly, "This is a comprehensive evaluation. The divination class itself is really of little value."

"Really?" Qiu rolled his eyes, "But Harry said his inspiration is very high."

"This...I'm not sure." Cedric frowned and took a big mouthful of rice. "It's probably Potter. He might have some talent."

"It doesn't matter, I signed up for two courses anyway." Lynch said nonchalantly, "If the divination class is of no value, I will turn around and take the divination class. Anyway, it's just one class, it doesn't matter."

"I hope so." Cedric spread his hands, "I hope you have a good time in your first divination class."

Qiu felt that Cedric still had something to say, but just like the tacit understanding among Hogwarts people, no one would reveal how the new students would be sorted. Even if Qiu took action, Cedric would grit his teeth and say something. Not sent.

Looking at the distorted face and the figure arching into Qiu's arms, the acting skills of the Seder dog thief are indeed becoming more and more superb.

What does it mean to enjoy it?

Lynch glanced around calmly, but Fulinda straightened Lynch's head one step ahead.

"Have a meal."

After going through two stages of severe facial control and tsundere, even Lynch is a little unsure of what this year's Fulinda will be like.

Although it's not clear, Lynch is still looking forward to it personally.

In comparison, a certain little girl...

Forget it, let’s develop a game.

Towards the end of breakfast, the Hogwarts Great Hall became chaotic as a large number of owls entered.

Feathers, bird poop, and spilled food. For Hogwarts, I am afraid that the skylight of the Hogwarts Great Hall will be closed soon.

On the laid-off and re-employment of Messenger Owl.

Maybe Lynch can win some special titles when he reaches adulthood.

What an owl terminator.

The lifelong enemy of birds.

Of course, corresponding news is essential.

"Diagon Alley is overrun with owls, what does Kristoff mean?" 》

"The unsaleable owl, save the pet shop!" 》

If owls were not still responsible for transporting some items, I am afraid that the owl shed would be dismantled on the Hogwarts campus at this moment.

But it was only a matter of time. If conditions didn't allow it, Lynch would still like to warm up and boxing with those bird lovers.

After all, Harry Potter, if you don’t box, would it be a bit too much to just chew on the big melon?

Spreading out today's Daily Prophet, Lynch just wanted to take a look at the Daily Prophet's response. If there are any outstanding writers... the upcoming Magic Network News will open the door for them.

But after the explosive sound effects, Lynch completely gave up the idea of ​​observing his opponent.

Without him, Comrade Ronald, who had just finished cooking and had not even taken two bites, already felt the strong maternal love that concerned him.

When it comes to voices, although they are cousins, Mrs. Weasley was eight blocks away from Meadows.

"Ron Weasley!"

"Steal the car...the school...kill..."

Before closing his ears, Lynch only heard a few words intermittently, but under the power of the roaring letter, many owls who were about to fly out of the windows and doors bumped into the wall because of the spread of the sound.

The population of Hogwarts owls is in sharp decline!

As for the target person of the roaring letter, in the world of Hogwarts, Apparition obviously cannot play a role in saving people. Ron, who gave up resistance immediately, also took full damage and took Harry with him. Against the backdrop of the fiery red envelope, there is the shining light that belongs to him, Weasley and Potter.

Ron felt a little numb.

When the roar ended, the Gryffindor comrade who had experienced pursuing his own identity had lost the meaning of survival.

His face was gray and hopeless, and in the face of huge anger and shame, survival had lost its meaning.

If he could, Lynch could almost see the smoke rising from Ron's mouth.

Remember, that is the unyielding soul called Weasley.

As for Harry next to Ron, he wasn't much better. In the struggle with Cedric, Harry had already been at a disadvantage, and now in front of the whole school, Harry gave him another Potter correction. When this happens...

How can he overtake in a corner?

If you can't surpass it, there's no hope of salvation. Let's wait to die...

The moment her name appeared in the auditorium, all false encouragement was shattered like a bubble by Mrs. Weasley.

Who is the brave Gryffindor, what is the champion of the year challenge, he Potter is just a defeated dog who has lost the right to choose a mate for the next three years.

"Mom is so awesome."

"Our efforts last night were not in vain."

"Look at these two little fools..."

"Hero of Gryffindor!"

Fred and George appeared from the table like ghosts.

Although Ron has just experienced the most significant social death scene in his life, as Ron's brother...

"You planned this all?"

"Not really." Fred picked up Lynch's milk glass and drank heavily.

"George and I thought we should teach that idiot Ron a lesson."

"This is much better than him breaking into something next time."

"Maybe today it is still Hogwarts school rules and there is some kind of protection law for minor wizards."

"But maybe next time that idiot will dare to challenge the seriousness of the confidentiality law."

"Then drag Dad into the water."

Fred and George spoke quickly, even winking at Hermione.

"So that's what you had in mind." Hermione snorted with a blush on her face, "I thought you guys last night..."

"Is there really no way to survive?"

"Isn't it necessary?"

"No need!"

The two brothers looked at each other and quickly answered, "Ron's brain isn't working very well anyway, so he might forget about it after a while."

"So we also went out of our way to preserve the memory."

"The next time Ron does something stupid, we'll just put the illusion in his head."

"Public execution, repeated viewing."

"If you kill your relatives for justice, you will never show mercy!"

Hearing what the twin brothers said, the surrounding Tmall Club members couldn't help but fall silent.

Although it’s not clear what Ron will encounter in the future, for a world-class athlete, what kind of blessing does it take for him to have such warm, amiable and lovely brothers?

"Then how about... let's thank you two first on Ron's behalf?"

"Oh, no need!"

"Blood brothers!"

"Unshirkable!"

Saying this, the two brothers picked up the glasses on the table, and white warm milk rippled in the glasses.

"We two brothers, I would like to thank you all on behalf of my younger brother!"