v2 Chapter 51： If you love him, tattoo him on your chest

The popularity of Quidditch continued into the second week, and everyone was still discussing it.

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

There are many students gathered around her, like believers.

Hermione was holding Quidditch Origins all day, and William saw that she was very nervous, so he sorted out the Quidditch notes a little.

Here are his skills on the ball, as well as a collection of tactical points.

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

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

Don't care if it's useful or not, it's always a note from a scholar. Even if you pretend to be, it's good to only take psychological comfort.

It's more reliable than what the teacher called "the whole book is the key point" and "all the test sites I took."

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

The girl cheered up and looked like an excellent representative of the Chinese class.

Soon, a row of owls flew in.

Malfoy received a large package full of imported candy when he opened it.

He showed off loudly, telling the Slytherin classmates to be polite.

In fact, no one was really polite to him. The package was placed on the table for five seconds, and everyone rushed up to divide all the candy.

This kind of feeling is a lot like I sent a red envelope, just clicked on it, and found that the red envelope... has been received.

Pansy grabs a heart-shaped chocolate and doesn't mind sharing one with Malfoy, but is ruthlessly rejected by Malfoy.

Didn't eat a single piece of candy, although Malfoy felt distressed, he still showed off:

"We have a lot of this kind of candy in our house. If you like it, I will let my dad deliver it every day. Whoever is polite to me, I am anxious.

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

Malfoy glanced at Harry, as if telling him it on purpose.

William could hear Malfoy's voice from far away.

He saw the truth at a glance.

Rather than showing off, Malfoy was suggesting 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 notice Harry's anomaly and was complaining loudly.

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

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

"But I don't have five xikes!"

"Then you can wait for the afternoon flying class and ride the school's Nimbus 1700. That's not bad." George laughed.

"You guys have made so much money that you can buy Nimbus 2000, but Wuxi still accepts me?!"

Fred said with a smile: "Look at what you said, Wuxi is not money?"

Ron bit on the bread bitterly, as if it were twin brothers.

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

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

"It's a memory ball!" Neville explained. "Grandma knows I'm always out of memory—it'll tell you if I forgot something."

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

Neville suddenly elongated his face, and the memory ball suddenly glowed red.

Neville desperately remembered what he had forgotten... no, he didn't forget anything.

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

Gryffindor's last class in the morning was the history of magic, and Lefu just squatted on the table for a while, and woke up to find that there was no one around.

The door to the classroom was locked, and Professor Binns dragged his transparent body through the wall and left, leaving only one clam, looking for Neville blankly...

At this time in the restaurant, Neville was still trying his best to remember.

Malfoy suddenly got up and left the Slytherin table for some reason.

He passed the dining table in Gryffindor House and swooped the memory ball out of Neville's hands.

Harry and Ron jumped to their feet, both seeming to want to fight Malfoy in order to vent their anger.

Malfoy also looked at Harry defiantly, completely ignoring Ron.

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

Hermione was so surprised that she couldn't even read the book, and seemed to be interested in this ability to quickly find the source of trouble.

"What's the matter?" Professor McGonagall squinted.

"Malfoy stole my memory ball, Professor," Neville said quickly.

Malfoy sullenly threw the memory ball back on the table.

Pickup Plan - Failed!

"Wait and see," he said and hurried away.

Neville still couldn't remember what was lost. He cried and said, "Did I forget the map, it seems that I really lost it."

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

Neville maps will be bought again if they are lost, but William and the others are embarrassed to sell them.

Others consume one a year, he consumes seven a week, this speed is too exaggerated.

"Or let William carve a map of Hogwarts on your knee?" Fred suggested earnestly.

"That's a good idea." George laughed. "I heard from William that Dumbledore has a map of the London Underground carved on his knee."

George's voice was so loud that many students heard it, and they all looked at William, seeming to be very interested in this kind of breaking news.

Autumn and Marietta too.

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 about the map last year, he told me.

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

Despite William's words, rumors spread the fastest at Hogwarts.

Before the afternoon class, rumors abounded: Dumbledore had a map of Hogwarts drawn on his back, he had a tattoo on his chest, and he was a blond wizard.

If you love him, get him tattooed on your chest!

Everyone swears it, as if they saw it with their own eyes, and even William believes it a little bit.

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

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 she always makes some strange plants to open their eyes.

Professor Sprout resembled Hagrid in a way, and she liked all those weird things.

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

"It's still the third greenhouse today!" Professor Sprout said.

They all spent their first year in the first greenhouse 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, mingled with strong floral aromas.

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

Professor Sprout fell behind and stopped William.

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