hp fat girl and george

Dema took advantage of the twins being caught by Wood to train Quidditch these days, and made a product list and a brief description of the products to be sold.Then put it all in a handbag she made herself with an expansion spell.Get the deal done quickly so she can watch George's warm-up.

On the day of the final, all Quidditch players were nervous.They sit at tables in the auditorium without thinking about the food in front of them.Especially Harry, with a pale face, Demar even felt that he was going to pass out.Hermione urged him to eat more.

DeMar looked back at them and added sausage and eggs to George, Fred, and Angelina's plates.

Angelina gave her a forced smile.Reluctantly, Dema almost wanted to cover his face and sigh.

Fortunately, under Dema's constant persuasion, the three of them more or less ate some, so that Dema would no longer worry that they would fall off the broom.

Before setting off, Dema went in a different direction from them.

"Aren't you coming with us?" George asked wonderingly.

"I still have to get some things. I'll see you at the stadium later." Demar said, clutching the handbag tightly.

"Okay." George pouted, took her hand and walked a few steps to the dark side of the corridor, and then gave her a hot kiss.

Having succeeded, George winked at her cheerfully, and bounced back to the main team.Dema blushed and waved helplessly at him, telling him to watch the way.

Then Demar turned and trotted downstairs to the bathroom.

Hogwarts was extremely empty today, basically all the teachers and students went to the stadium early, in order to have a good seat for watching the finals.Dema walked all the way without meeting anyone.

She pushed open the door of the dilapidated bathroom, and saw a boy with long dark red hair. He had a pair of slanted eyes, a pointed nose and a thin mouth, and the first impression he gave was that he was a bit mean.

But Dema just wanted to give him something quickly, and had no interest in exploring who he was.

"Gropes?" DeMar asked.

"Hmm." Walter Gropius raised his head, acknowledging her address.

"Here is the stuff." Dema quickly handed him her handbag, noticing that he was holding the bag with only two fingers. "This bag has a folding spell, so I'll give it to you. If you have any questions, just ask me. You can pay the balance to Mary Quante." Dema frowned and said quickly.

"I have nothing to ask..." Gropius said in the typical aria of pure-blood nobles.

"That's fine." Dema breathed a sigh of relief, and wanted to turn around and leave.

"Then I'll go..."

"—Quickly imprison!"

"——What!" A red light suddenly appeared from the opposite side, binding the hands and feet of the unsuspecting Dema, causing Dema to be completely unable to take out his wand, and fell to the ground in embarrassment.

"I originally planned to teach Weasley, the pure-blood traitor who is said to be related to my family..." Gropius said with a smile, "unexpectedly, a mudblood came."

"However, it's better. It will hurt him to teach you a lesson, right?" Gropius said slowly, turning his wand.Dema only felt his blood cold down a little bit.

It’s over.

Dema never thought that pure-blood families could have such hostility towards Muggle-born wizards. After all, the pure-blood wizards she had contacted before, except for the pro-Muggle faction like Weasley, although the Slytherins The attitude is not very good, but it is always the attitude of interacting with classmates.She had never encountered such blatant malice.

Her hands and feet were restrained, and she had no way to resist, so she had to sit on the ground and watch the changes.

Even if she has no idea, like a pig at the slaughter.

"Where to start? Disarm you—"

A red light hit Dema's chest, and the inertia of the spell knocked her into the air, hitting the wall behind her heavily.

Dema's head hit the protruding stone of the wall, and the right side began to bleed instantly, covering half of her face.

The severe pain made her eyes black and her mind dizzy.She lay curled up on the ground, twitching slightly in pain.But Dema bit her lip tightly, and didn't make a sound.

He is serious.Dema thought desperately.

Gropius, who seemed even more excited to see her blood, happily chose a black magic, and his wand spewed two black snakes that definitely looked venomous.

The snake crawled towards Dema slowly, spitting out a scarlet letter.Dema struggled to rub back on the ground in despair.

Suddenly, a low voice came from her ear: "The curse stops immediately."

Dema felt her hand suddenly being sent away, and had no time to wonder who had cast the spell on her and why she hadn't shown up.She sat up quickly and took hold of the wand that had slipped from its sleeve.

"Drowsy!" Dema swung his wand with all his strength, and cast a spell at the surprised Gropius.

Gropez's smug smile stiffened on his face, and he immediately passed out following the fainting hit, and fell straight to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

But Dema, who had just knocked down Gropius, was bitten by the black snake summoned by Gropius at the same time.Dema snorted, his eyes darkened, and he also passed out.

Before falling to the ground, Dema's last thought was, I can't keep up with the appointment, George...

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I don’t even say when I will update and when I won’t. If I say no to update today, the number of words explodes!I don't know tomorrow...

Poor little Demar.