Chapter 661

"... Ron, here's your package. When I came back from Hogsmeade just now, as soon as I entered the dormitory, I saw it standing outside the window and pecking at the window!"

When Ron and Harry returned to the bedroom together, they saw Neville pointing to the window immediately. Then they turned their heads and saw an owl finishing its feathers with its beak.

"My package?" said Ron strangely. "Then why didn't it come to me directly?"

"I don't know..." Neville said, "but I've seen the name on the package. That's yours."

"Really?"

Ron shrugged suspiciously and went to the window. As soon as the owl saw that the recipient appeared, it immediately pecked at the window again for fear that Ron didn't see it.

"Oh, how long have you been waiting here..." Ron hurriedly opened the window so that the little guy wouldn't peck the window. "HMM... ah! Merlin is up. Why is it her again?"

"Who?" Harry heard the voice and leaned up, glancing over Ron's shoulder. "Ha! It's Lavender... Hasn't she given up on you after Neville last time?"

"Don't mention that, Harry..." Neville said weakly. "I have a headache when I think of it."

"What did he give you? Take it apart!" Harry asked casually as he turned to pack up and prepare his homework for dinner later.

But Ron shook his head decisively and threw the package on the table by the wall.

"Forget it!" he complained. "You can guess without looking. It must be some sweet and greasy snack... Whatever she likes, she always stubbornly thinks others will like it! Well... If anyone wants to eat, take it yourself!"

"I don't want to," said Harry, glancing. "I've had too many sweets recently. Now I just want salty... Let's go! It's time for dinner to hang around in the common room..."

"I hope I can have French onion soup tonight. I didn't have a good time yesterday!" Ron glanced at his schoolbag and planned to come back and tidy up later.

Neville on the other side saw that both of them were going out. He quickly left his textbooks and stood up.

"Hey... Wait for me!"

He trotted around the bed for two steps, looked back at the package on the table, and hurriedly followed.

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Gryffindor's public lounge has always been the busiest of the four colleges. The little lions are always energetic, and they like to talk together when they have nothing to do. They can't stop for a moment.

Today's topic is naturally related to Hogsmeade.

Some people are tasting the honey Duke's new candy; Some people are studying the prank products of zoko joke store; Others are pushing and shoving. It is said that a boy with ordinary conditions at home finally extravagantly took his little girlfriend to Mrs. padev's teahouse for a date.

Of course, there is also a small topic today, that is, Alexander Wolff, a freshman who has been fined to clean the library all afternoon.

For the adventurous Gryffindors, punishment is not necessarily a disgrace. Although it's always a little uncomfortable to lose college points, it also means that the punished students must have done something enough to disturb the professor.

"... Alexander, did you really use the leg lock spell? I didn't expect you to be so powerful. We just learned how to cast the floating spell!"

Around Alexander's round table, students of all grades gathered - of course, the most must be those in grade one.

"That's really nothing..." Alexander waved his hand again and again. "As long as you're willing to try, you can certainly release it smoothly! To say powerful, it's still Ernst of hutchpatch. He's practicing the disarming spell in the second grade!"

Perhaps because of Maka's rapid progress all the way, it virtually brought up Hogwarts's super progress learning atmosphere, so that Alexander's words did not cause excessive surprise.

In fact, now there are students in every grade trying to challenge more difficult knowledge and application, but it must pay equal attention to talent and diligence to have a more significant harvest, so no one has shown a relatively outstanding performance.

At this time, in the praise of the students, even if Alexander's character was modest, he couldn't help but be a little happy. After all, my hard practice has been recognized by everyone. Naturally, this feeling is great.

In addition, he really likes magic very much. At the thought that he seems to have this talent, he is more motivated.

"Today, Ernst was right," he thought to himself, looking at the excited students around him. "If you could learn it earlier, you really shouldn't drag it to the second grade... Professor McLean had already started self-study very early!"

Thinking of this, he couldn't help touching his pocket and his heart was slightly tangled.

At this time, with the sound of footsteps at the stairs leading to the bedroom, the little wizards near here subconsciously turned back and glanced. Alexander also sat here. When he saw his classmates looking around, he also stretched his neck and looked through the cracks of the crowd.

Soon he found that Harry and Ron had come out, and there was Neville behind them.

Alexander pursed his mouth and pinched his pocket with his right hand. For a moment, he couldn't help but want to stand up. But before he could stand up straight, a voice stopped him.

"Harry, Ron... Oh, is there Neville?" Hermione on the other side waved to this side. "Come here, I have something to discuss with you!"

"Alexander, what's the matter?"

Hearing the questioning of the students around him, Alexander noticed that his half squatting and half standing seemed very strange.

"Ah, no... nothing." he quickly sat back, "I just look at the time."

Alexander now felt uncomfortable because of the "plan" that Ernst said this afternoon.

To be honest, he doesn't want to take others as the test object, which is very inconsistent with his personality concept. But for various reasons, he couldn't help feeling that Ernst's idea was really attractive.

So, in the case of being unable to work all over his body, Alexander finally perfunctorized with his classmates and managed to get around to dinner time. Then the big guy called friends and went to the auditorium downstairs in groups.

As soon as he arrived at the auditorium, Alexander was dragged into the next corridor by Ernst, who was guarding the door. As the maker of the drug test plan, the boy was obviously eager to know the progress of the action.

"How's it going? Did you give it to him? Did he eat?" Ernst whispered when he looked at the crowd outside the corridor and saw that no one was looking this way.

Alexander had to shake his head.

"No," he said absently, "well... I didn't find the right time."

"What time to find!" Ernst rolled his eyes. "Time is not found, but created! Don't they have a good relationship with that McClane? Since you say you know McClane, isn't this an opportunity?"

"Even if you say so..." Alexander said helplessly, "besides, what people say is grade six..."

"What's the matter with the sixth grade?" said Ernst. "Let me see. The whole Hogwarts is counted. Neville lombarton is the best fool. You just have to try. You can do it! Listen to me. You'll take the initiative to talk at the table later..."

"Come on, come on, can't I go?" Alexander sighed. "If there are any side effects of that blessing, you'll owe me!"

"If there's no problem, we'll make a lot of money!" said Ernst indifferently. "Let's go... Go, go!"

After that, Ernst pushed Alexander out of the corridor. Then he stepped into the side porch and went to the auditorium to prepare for dinner.

Not far behind him, Alexander stared at erns's back and reluctantly followed in.

Soon, when the teachers and students took their seats in the auditorium, as Professor McGonagall announced the start of dinner, the empty plates on the table were filled with all kinds of food as usual. After flying all day this Saturday, everyone was already hungry. As soon as they saw the delicious food, everyone hurried to raise their knives and forks and enjoy it.

Because of Ernst's urging, Alexander chose a seat diagonally opposite Neville today. But now looking at each other, another round of hesitation began in the bottom of my heart.

Yes, most people in Hogwarts know that Neville Longbottom is a boy who has always been confused. Even now, he is tall and big, but his character has not changed much. On weekdays, he either forgets the East and the west, or stumbles, giving people the feeling of being clumsy.

In fact, even junior students love to joke with him.

However, after all, they were all harmless acts, which was essentially different from the drug test plan that Ernst came up with. Although Alexander was attracted by the attractive effect of the blessing agent, he couldn't put down his heart. Even if he wanted to get together, he couldn't open that mouth.

He hesitated for a long time and couldn't help looking up at Hufflepuff's long table. Not surprisingly, he immediately saw that Ernst was making a hasty gesture to him to hurry up.

"Alexander?"

From Alexander's side, Ernst's position was just next to Harry's head. It was probably because he had looked there for a long time. Harry thought Alexander had something to say to him!

Hearing Harry's cry, Alexander quickly took his eyes back from erns.

"Ah? Oh..." he paused and finally rushed to the shelf. "Well... I heard that you are very familiar with Professor McLean, um... Can you tell me something about his life?"