v4 Chapter 176： Call of the Water City

The last dinner of the school year was as sumptuous as ever.

The auditorium is decked out in sky blue, which represents Ravenclaw, who won the Academy Cup four years in a row.

No surprises, no objections. After all, from Hagrid's first class, the little eagles seized the opportunity to start scoring.

They have been far ahead.

Coupled with the bonus of the Quidditch Cup, even the second-placed Hufflepuff was no threat at all.

Professor Flitwick laughed, holding up a big glass, and persuading the teachers one by one to drink.

It seems that whoever doesn't get drunk tonight just doesn't give him face.

Hagrid wasn't happy about it, he patted his belly, and the cups were not enough, so he filled bucket after bucket.

Compared to drinking, he has never been afraid of anyone.

Especially beer, as long as he is not allowed to go to the toilet, he can drink all the professors alone!

And Professor Trelawney...her racial talent is all about Sherry. Nothing else works.

Professor Snape had a cold face, stuck out his long tongue, and took a small sip of brandy.

He tossed his greasy hair again and straightened it.

The action is elegant and noble. The perfect Snake House successor!

Even if Slytherin is alive, he has to give a thumbs up and wand to the image of the head of the Snake House, and praise: "Avada Suo!"

Snape obviously didn't care, he shook the potion in his hand, thinking about who to give it to.

When preparing for the dinner party, I gave Lupin a small surprise. Unexpectedly, he resigned and ran away.

After all, a colleague has not even greeted him for a year... A wizard from Gryffindor is just so incompetent!

Snape began to think again, the habitual Academy darkening.

He shook the glass, glanced at Professor Flitwick with a peach face, and sighed softly.

He murmured in a low voice:

"Nine consecutive championships...Nine consecutive championships..."

If it weren't for Ravenclaw, Slytherin would have won nine consecutive championships this year!

He said this sentence every year at dinner parties, and once said it for four years. Professor McGonagall on the side, his ears could hear calluses.

She didn't look very well, and she pressed her lips tightly. Professor Snape mentions it once a year, isn't that disgusting?

Ravenclaw won four consecutive championships, and Slytherin won five consecutive championships earlier... Wasn't it really intentional to remind her that Gryffindor has not been crowned for nine years? !

Nine years without a championship... What makes McGonagall unbearable the most, Gryffindor has created a brand new history!

They are the only academy to reach the top with a negative score!

And that score is more than Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff combined.

If the road for future generations is blocked, how can others be surpassed?

This gave Dumbledore no chance to operate in the dark.

Unless he gets mad and gives Harry a thousand points. But there is absolutely no reason.

If you want to add it, it's also for William and Hermione.

shame!

Not to mention, it's all in the wine. Professor McGonagall drank a full glass of sad wine.

If it's like this next semester, she'll find a chance to kick Harry and Ron to Ravenclaw! !

Let's go, go to other academies with your two little ancestors.

Professor McGonagall still wants to live a few more years, and it is best to scourge Ravenclaw into fourth place, that is really blessed by Merlin.

In this regard, she still trusts Harry and Ron more.

However, when I thought about the Quidditch World Cup in the summer vacation, I jumped up again.

Gambling is always the fastest way to make money, and she can continue to earn a wave of pensions.

"Hermione, I'm not gambling, I'm earning... a pension!"

at the table of Gryffindor House,

William, who got lost here for some reason, uttered Professor McGonagall's heart.

Several little Gryffindor witches who were trying to eavesdrop on their conversation also looked slightly sideways.

It was the first time they had heard such a refreshing and refined way of talking about betting.

Truly a Ravenclaw genius.

Love it, love it!

"No!" Hermione raised her pointed chin and said with a playful look of "I'm an idiot if you believe in you".

"Don't try to gamble with Galleon, I won't give you the key to the vault.

Be careful, I tell Aunt Lyanna! "

She moved out of the ultimate backer.

"Don't, it won't be..." William waved his hand quickly.

He didn't want to be thrown into the lab by Lyanna and handed over to the graduate students for dissection.

"Think about it, Hermione." William analyzed in a low voice, "Do you need funds to open a physical store in Hogsmeade during the summer vacation?

Advertising in the World Cup, no money, can you do it? Look at Fudge's greed for money. "

Hermione stuffed a bun into her mouth, her cheeks bulging, the pear vortex propped up, and she hummed vaguely:

"You're talking hype, and I won't let you go... betting!"

She closed her eyes and turned her head sharply.

William said with regret: "It doesn't matter if I make money or not. I'm not interested in money.

The point is, I want to save the house-elves, and I want to improve their treatment and increase the wages of the Witch's Delivery Service.

However, I don't have enough Galleons... I hate it so much!

but……"

Hermione opened one eye and glanced at William furtively.

"Now is a great opportunity to make money, a great time to reshuffle the wealth of society.

With goblins' gold, we can quickly improve the treatment of pixies. Don't you want to improve their living environment? "

Hermione's eyes lit up and she was slightly moved.

She hesitated for a moment, but still nervously leaned into William's ear and asked worriedly:

"I won't lose it? We just saved that little money, I don't want to lose it all..."

"No, there is Niko's prophecy... He is a professional gambling player." William couldn't help laughing.

"Okay..." Hermione folded her arms and snorted arrogantly.

"Let me think about it!"

"Of course." William put his arm on Hermione's shoulder and gently hugged her:

"Come, work hard to stop the cruel abuse of our magical creature friends and improve their living environment!"

The corners of Hermione's mouth twitched, and she held up her butterbeer and touched him lightly.

Make a beeping sound.

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Before you know it, everyone's closet is empty, and everything is packed into the suitcase.

A notice was sent to each student, warning them not to use magic during the holidays.

The next day, everyone boarded the Hogwarts Express.

William and the others occupy a large box.

In the meantime, Malfoy came to find Harry again. He really did not stop for three years in a row!

Perseverance is commendable!

Malfoy seemed happy not to see Ron.

Harry and Ron had always been like conjoined twins, much to Malfoy's dismay.

It's me, it's me first... Obviously I'm here first... Whether it's meeting Potter or the accidental kiss on the train.

For such a despicable act... will never forgive Weasley!

Seeing that Ron was away, Malfoy took the opportunity to ask Harry if he had tickets for the World Cup.

If not, he can barely provide one for free.

It's a pity that when these words fell in Harry's ears, there was a bit of yin and yang.

The two were in the aisle and scuffled passionately.

For a time, either Harry overwhelmed Malfoy, or Malfoy rode on top of Harry, and the phase rushed.

Percy hurried in, exercising his last-time schoolboy presidency.

"You wait... Potter, I won't forget your insult to me today! I'll double it back in the future!"

Malfoy said such a cruel word and ran away.

"You all pay attention, don't make trouble like this." Percy taught a lesson with a stern face.

"If you go on like this, it will be difficult to enter the Ministry of Magic in the future. And out of school, no one is used to you.

For example, I will join the Cooperation Division this year and become a colleague with Mr. Crouch.

I've heard he's tough...of course it's fine, I think Professor Dumbledore is a little too indulgent..."

Percy said a few words, saw Penello appear in the corridor, and even ran away in a hurry. He still owes a lot of money.

After Percy left, the carriage was quiet again

"Are you going to the World Cup this summer?" Ginny asked.

Luna nodded. "Yes, my dad said to go early. He said there must be a Heliopa army of Fudge's where there are a lot of wizards."

"What is that?" Annie asked curiously.

Luna explained solemnly: "They are fire elves."

Luna's bulging eyes widened, making her look even more... odd than usual.

"They're flaming behemoths, galloping across the ground, burning everything in front of them—"

"Great, maybe at the Quidditch World Cup, there will be a similar guy." Anne laughed. "See you at the World Cup, my brother got all the tickets.

We would stay there for about a summer and watch games. "

"Canada was the champion last year, and I think they at least made it to the semi-finals." Qiu sketched on the schedule.

"Impossible...don't forget the curse of the championship...they can make it out of the group stage this year, thank goodness..." Cedric retorted.

Qiu raised his eyebrows, "Would you like to take a gamble?"

"Okay!" Cedric muttered. "My 20-year-old fan, can't see it wrong."

The twins are checking resumes. There are too many graduates applying to join the Akali Mystery Shop.

Of course, most of them are trying to fish in mixed waters to join in the fun.

"This student only has eight O.W.Ls certificates and wants to apply for a job... Who does he think he is!"

George took out a resume and passed it directly.

"Wait..." Fred laughed: "George, can we get eight certificates if we add one extra piece this year?"

"Brother, I bet one Galleon..." George smiled and said, "If we can get six, Merlin will appear."

"I suddenly don't want to go home..."

George and Fred sighed at the same time.

There is a terrifying creature in the house...a bit more powerful than a fire dragon.

Crowded in the corner, William and Hermione were whispering to each other.

But Hermione wasn't too happy.

"I gave the time converter back to Professor McGonagall in the morning."

She leaned on William's shoulder and sighed, "You should have said that earlier."

"The time converter is also time, doesn't it mean that I have gained another year without knowing it?"

"Not so fast." William shook his head, "at most a few months."

"Not even for a few months!" Hermione bit her lip. "Can you imagine? I use it a few more times, and suddenly you are several years older!"

"We basically use it together." William spread his hands.

"But when I'm in class, you're useless!"

"Wouldn't it be better to grow up sooner?" William looked up and down Hermione and asked rhetorically.

Hermione seemed to be talking to herself.

"Oh... so you like older ones... Furong seems to be a few years older than you, right?"

William grinned, wishing he could slap himself.

Just then an owl flew over.

It dropped two invitations.

William looked at the envelope and saw the words International Congress of Wizards printed on it.

"Ah, the invitation letter has finally arrived!" Hermione said excitedly, leaning on William's shoulder. "It's agreed that the summer joint conference will be held, where is it?"

"Let me see..." William took out the letter, raised his eyebrows lightly, and said with a smile:

"The City of Water!"

The train stopped slowly and finally reached platform 9?

Everyone stood up. William stretched out his hand to hold a string of wind chimes under the eaves of the car and gently hung it on Hermione's waist.

The breeze was blowing, and there was a ding dong.

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——The Prisoner of Azkaban Scroll, End!