Chapter 251

After a period of study, a few little wizards have been able to successfully cast the "patron saint curse".

Every time the "Mutual Aid Association" activity, these little wizards will call their own patron saint in the envious eyes of their companions and have a good time.

As for those little wizards whose talents are not so good, they can only be jealous and jealous, and then continue to work silently.

The whole "Mutual Aid Association" is making progress in a good atmosphere.

"Alas ~"

Originally, Harry was also a small group of "life winners". Somehow, looking at the stag he summoned, he sighed.

"If you don't like your patron saint, give it to me."

Around Harry, no effort could succeed in summoning Ron, the patron saint, with a sour tone.

Harry has stags, Hermione has otters, and even Neville, who has always been dull, has successfully summoned little raccoons. He can only summon smoke.

It's embarrassing, okay!

Even if so, what he couldn't bear most was that Draco's bastard kept walking around with a peacock, which made his fist itch.

Ron vowed to tear the damn peacock to pieces when he summoned his patron saint!

"Ha ha."

The expression of a popular man's sudden defeat fell into Draco's eyes. It's really funny.

The young master proudly walked around with his peacock patron saint, and his expression was very proud.

"Worthy of Malfoy." "Easily did what we couldn't do."

Crabbe and Goyle looked at Draco and his peacock with envy, their eyes shining.

How handsome.

Although slightly worse than the spirit crow of boss Klein

But it's amazing!

"Alas ~"

As usual, Harry would stand next to Ron and despise Draco together.

Now, he is not in that mood.

Professor Lupin told him a few days ago.

He has a father.

godfather.

Sirius Blake.

It's actually his godfather.

godfather?

Harry wondered if he had a godfather?

If so, why did the godfather never appear when he suffered on Privet Drive. Harry could not understand that he instinctively hated the man he had never met.

But then Dumbledore wrote him a letter.

The letter details Sirius's relationship with his parents and his miserable life over the years. After finding out everything, Harry couldn't help feeling remorse for his childishness.

Sirius was the one who was hurt the most.

But after remorse, Harry raised a glimmer of hope for the future.

His godfather is now resting in the hospital. After the other party is discharged from the hospital, can he leave Privet Drive, live with his godfather Sirius, and completely get rid of the Dursleys

These days, he has been worrying about gain and loss.

Suddenly, a silver otter flashed before Harry's eyes.

The next second, the Little Otter tore up with the poodle not far away.

"Oh! Here we go!"

Ron was very excited by the sudden "battle of the patron saint" - such an interesting game was the reason why he was eager to summon his patron saint.

"Harry, do you think Hermione can win today?"

Turning his head, Ron put his hand on Harry's shoulder.

Since the last "defense against the dark arts" class, Klein helped Hermione solve the siege, it has aroused the envy of many girls. But they also knew that Klein didn't like rude crazy women, so the girls chose a relatively gentle way to trouble Hermione.

That's "patron saint fighting each other".

However, Hermione is also proud. After so many days, her otter has always maintained an unbeaten record.

Her fame is rising, even giving her the reputation of "otter Queen".

Although

Hermione herself jumped angrily when she heard the nickname.

"I don't know."

When Ron interrupted Harry, he stopped worrying and focused on the "battle of patrons" in front of him.

If it were someone else, he would definitely support Hermione.

But Hermione's opponent today is Slytherin's pansy, which is hard to say.

"Let me say that so many people in the school like Klein. How tired they are to fight and fight. It's good to just like me. No one fights and no one grabs. It's easy and happy."

Ron is actually very envious of Klein. So many girls like him. He has entered puberty. He dreams of finding a girlfriend.

Unfortunately, no girl seems to like his red hair.

It doesn't matter~

As long as his good brother Harry is single with him, these small problems are acceptable.

But what Ron doesn't know is that Harry received a love letter from a red haired girl a few days ago. Unconsciously, he stole his good brother's house

"You will lose today!"

Not far away, pansy put her arms around her chest and sneered.

Her poodle is different from those ordinary patrons. It has super combat power.

Otter or something, you can tear it up in minutes!

"Hum."

Hermione looked grave and skillfully controlled the otter to and fro to avoid the attack of the poodle.

"One man's success withers all bones"

If she wanted to stand in that only position, she had already realized it in her heart.

The opponent's nonsense is nothing but the barking of a defeated dog.

I, Granger, the woman who wants to be king!

"Oh!" "Woof!"

As if they felt the master's will, the two silver patrons seemed to make a silent war roar.

All the little wizards around couldn't help boiling blood.

It's best to see girls fighting or something~

"This..."

At the entrance of Slytherin's chamber of secrets, Klein looked at the little wizards in a circle, with three black lines on his head.

I teach you "patron saint curse" to defend Dementors, not to play!

"Ha ha, it's not very good. At least they can skillfully use it. Congratulations."

Cedric, the bosom brother, smiled and made a round.

Now girls are really terrible.

Fortunately, his girlfriend is gentle, virtuous and energetic

"Don't laugh, your Zhang Qiu seems to be there too."

Without reading his mind, Klein knew what the unlucky vice president was thinking. He smiled and pointed to a certain direction of the crowd.

"Ah?"

Cedric was stunned and looked in the direction Klein pointed.

Sure enough, a Chinese girl was cheering in the crowd.

Cedric: "

"Alas."

Although magic doesn't have to be played, it's meaningless. But Klein still hopes that the little wizards can do something serious and don't treat the patron saint as an elf in a ball.

With a wave of magic wand, the patron saint spirit crow staggered to the fighting otter and poodle, but in the blink of an eye, he controlled the two patrons with his claws.

"Ah, the president is coming!" "Klein is coming. Stop it!" "Cough, call God's guard. Well, Klein, I did right."

Seeing Klein, the little wizards who had just coaxed were honest and showed harmless expressions.