v5 Chapter 100： Ginny who changed her fate

In the evening, in the Great Hall, Hermione finished her meal as fast as she could.

Then, he rolled up bacon and black pudding for William, and put fried eggs on his plate.

A gentle little daughter-in-law.

William was slightly awe-inspiring, but he still enjoyed Hermione's considerate service with peace of mind.

It would be even better if he was wearing a maid's uniform... While eating, he was thinking about all kinds of things.

When she was half full and half full, Hermione suddenly smiled and asked:

"Are those fried tail snails cute?"

"..."

Looking at the chili sauce on the bacon, the tomato sauce on the eggs, and the sticky pumpkin juice... The maid pretended to be gone, William's mind was full of images of fried tail snails spitting feces.

Hermione was still chattering, describing the appearance of the blow-tail snail.

The picture is getting stronger and stronger.

William covered his mouth, forcing himself not to spit it out.

He said helplessly, "Hermione, please stop talking."

She narrowed her eyes slightly, raised her chin slightly, and smiled softly:

"Anyway, I've already eaten, don't be afraid, I said mine, you can eat yours.

By the way, those fried tail snails are really cute.

I'll ask Hagrid for one tomorrow, and let him feed you when we eat. "

William flexed his fingers and made a gesture to tap her forehead. She raised her face and muttered about the fried snails, crunching.

The corners of William's mouth twitched, and then he used Occlumency to quickly empty his head, otherwise he would really vomit.

This is a war without gunpowder smoke, decide whether to eliminate the bomb-tailed snails!

In fact, the two of them knew very well that the focus had nothing to do with blowing the snail... They were making a bet on who would be the first to disarm and surrender.

This is a private game limited to two people, and they have played it several times.

The loser has to promise the winner any conditions.

Last year's bet: Can Hermione get more than 10 points in the Ancient Rune class.

William is an ancient Rune professor, and even the field is his, and Hermione is naturally defeated.

This year, a new bet has begun: whether to kill the fried tail snail.

Of course Hermione wanted to kill the exploding snails and nip the danger in the bud. William was on the other side, thinking it was time to keep them.

Of course, if the fried tail snails were raised to death, William lost.

Therefore, no matter how disgusting it is, William has to grit his teeth and insist that he cannot promise to destroy the bomb-tailed snails!

As long as he won, he could ask for Hermione to dress him in a maid outfit on Christmas night.

If you lose...

God knows what weird requests Hermione would make. Anyway, his request last year was very "bold" and "excessive"!

Seeing Hermione's eagerness to try, she seemed to want to double her 'revenge' back.

"What's so cute?"

Annie, who had a pair of ponytails, walked over quickly, holding a bloated big orange cat in her arms.

She sat down between the two, forcibly separated.

Luna and Ginny sat down on either side.

Hermione glared at Annie and **cha, seeming a little annoyed, and she blocked her.

**Tea had an innocent face, it was just rubbing snacks when it was forcibly carried away by Annie.

Since William cut off the snacks of ** tea, it was boring and boring, and had to start a career of selling cute dried fish.

Five packs of dried fish can be touched for 30 seconds. If you want to add an extra hour, you have to queue up; if you want to hug or stay overnight, you need to pay extra!

If it doesn't have enough snacks to replenish its strength, how can it have the strength to run and sprint in the castle with Mrs. Norris?

Facing Hermione's eyes, Annie directly ignored it. The little girl gently pulled the neck of the big orange cat in her arms, raised her head and asked:

"What were you two just talking about?"

"You'll find out when you take the Protection of Magical Creatures class," Hermione grinned.

"Fried-tailed snails are your brother's favorite animal, aren't they, William?"

William felt nauseous again.

But for the maid outfit, no matter how hard or tired you are, you have to grit your teeth and persevere!

"Okay." Annie took out her textbook and started to do her homework.

"Divination class?" Hermione asked curiously, "Who is predicted to die this year?"

Third-year wizards can choose courses.

As a repertoire for freshmen every year, Professor Trelawney announces the death of a student.

Then, she will use Tianmu to "predict" a wave of flu grade by grade.

With so many grades, there is always the right one.

Annie opened the book "Poke the Fog and See the Future", shook her head and said, "It didn't say...she said vaguely that the Triwizard Tournament will kill students."

"..."

What can I say about this prediction... If it's based on past games, it really can't be considered outrageous.

In the most recent tournament, the 1792 Tournament:

A chicken-body snake-tailed monster was out of control and rampaged, all three principals were injured, and several spectators died.

Annie took out the cup and tea leaves and poured water into the cup.

After drinking the tea, shake the tea residue three times with your left hand, then turn the teacup over and buckle it on the cup holder.

She squinted, observing the shape of the tea leaves.

"Seeing the shape of a thunderbird, my silver wings may come back to me," Annie predicted to herself.

After predicting her own destiny, she helped others predict it.

"Seeing the fire dragon means that there will be an accident in the Triwizard Tournament.

Well... Durmstrang might have killed a hundred students... and their headmaster would have been injured. "

"..."

Hogwarts was her own school, and Anne knew Fleur of Beauxbatons.

These two schools are not easy to arrange, so her goal is to find Durmstrang.

Soon, one after another shocking prophecy was written by Annie.

Judging from the prophecy alone, Durmstrang will probably be wiped out this time.

"Durmstrang has been miserable enough." Hermione laughed.

"But I did see it." Annie refused to admit that she was making up.

"But ah, only adult wizards participate, how can Durmstrang bring more than a hundred students to participate." Hermione pointed out her mistake.

"Really?" Annie hurriedly looked down at her prophecy, "Then I'll change from more than a hundred to a dozen."

"And you said you didn't make it up?" Hermione grinned.

Ginny chimed in: "She just loves watching this, that's the high-scoring trick George and Fred told us."

William leaned over and glanced at Ginny's prophecy.

Good guy, about your own predictions, it's all good.

Prophecy about others:

On Monday, Ron fell into the water and Harry picked up five Galleons;

On Tuesday, Ron's cauldron blew up and he was put in solitary confinement, and Harry was complimented by Professor Snape;

On Wednesday, Ron was criticized by McGonagall, and Harry got bonus points from Professor McGonagall.

ah this...

Is Ginny changing her life against the sky absorbing Ron's luck and replenishing it to Harry?

William looked more and more frightened.

Or Luna's prophecy is interesting, either found the big mouth color ball fish, or caught the harassing hooligan.

At this point, Hermione and Annie fought again.

Anne was writing that Hermione would encounter a fire dragon and then get burned out of her hair.

The little girl wanted to run after writing, but as soon as she took a step, Hermione, who was angry, grabbed a ponytail and gently pulled it back to its original position.

Annie frowned and said pitifully, "I can't change it? Just change it to my brother."

William: "..."

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