Chapter 778： Dragon

() "My dear, good evening, you are much later than the time when Albert and I came." Furong dressed in a neat and gorgeous chiffon evening dress, she looked gorgeous like love and beauty in Roman mythology. Goddess Venus, her model walked towards Hermione with her hand covering her mouth and giggling a little, exaggerating, "Guess what I saw before? A poor grade witch, with big diamonds and pink-green low-cut chest The dress comes to 'decorate' yourself, it looks like a Christmas tree. "

Using the racial talents that come with his pedigree, Furong's smile at this time was simply glowing, attracting the attention of many people.

Hermione saw Furong pretending not to see Annette Bobin, but the dress she described was exactly the same as Bobin wore today.

Bobin frowned, straightening his back a little angrily and coughing.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. I didn't notice that you are here." Furong performed a ceremonial grace, but her tone and expression could not show the slightest regret. "I hope I can have another dinner in a few years." When I met you, especially when our Granger boss planned to lower the average market price of potions ... that must be very interesting. "

"Furong, I think that the current potion prices in the wizarding world are still quite high. I think it is not enough to adjust some. This should be the long-term goal of our umbrella." Hermione understands the irony of Albert's fiancee The meaning also blended in. She seemed as if she had n’t seen Annette Bobin ’s clothes, and she smiled unnaturally like Hibiscus. She covered her mouth with her hands and smiled, “At that time, the person you just met The diamond in the green skirt on the woman's body is estimated to be gone, which at least can help her improve her taste a little. "

Although Hermione's imitation of Furong looked stiff and awkward, Annette Bobin couldn't help it anymore. She held her wine glass angrily and snorted away from the two little witches who sang together.

"Good speaking, Hermione! Have a cup of throat?" Neville walked over with two glasses of wine wearing a white stand-up collar and gold buttons, and a little stain from his white waiter uniform. Seeing that he has overturned once or several times ...

"Navi?" Hermione looked at his classmate Neville in surprise, and was actually arranged as a waiter by Professor Slughorn.

"I didn't get into the slug club." Neville didn't seem to care. "But Friegg was even more unlucky. He was placed in the toilet by the professor and handed towels to others."

After getting rid of another adult sorcerer who deliberately came to talk to him because of his reputation as a savior, Harry was finally free for a moment, when a student attendant wearing a costume like Neville carried a plate of crimson meatballs He stood in front of him and pushed the plate in the direction of Harry. "Harry, can I have some Dragon Meatballs?"

Harry was a little embarrassed to find that he didn't recognize who the classmate in front of him called his first name instead of his last name. For some reason, he looked at the round food on the plate and his nose was wrinkled: "Uh ... no, thank you."

"Yes, I couldn't breathe too much after eating this thing." The attendant nodded very understandingly. "A couple of men and women vomited after kissing under mistletoe."

"I changed my mind." Harry took the plate directly from the servant's hand. He put a few in his mouth one after another. He chewed a few times and swallowed it. Harry felt that the wizards now As long as you smell your tone, you don't want to talk to yourself.

"Potter, what is this? Are you eating fragrant and delicious?" Comack McLaggen, dressed in an elegant dress with his big back, leaned over and saw Harry gobbling away from Harry's hand. Several meatballs were picked up from the plate and thrown into the mouth.

"That hostess is so beautiful, much prettier than it looks on TV, and your friend Miss Masterstone is much better-looking than usual today. I knew I knew her before Professor Harris. "Comac swallowed the meatball and laughed, grabbed a few and threw it into his mouth, mumbled whether he was boasting Fleur-Hermione or boasting the meatball," It's exciting. "

Harry looked down at the meatballs that were rolling because the plate was tilted due to his hard hands. Comac's unfettered finger pointing at his good friend made him very uncomfortable. Not only that, he also likes to be casual on the field. Giving orders, and arbitrarily commanding over his captain, Harry pushed his glasses, and his feet pressed hard and slowly on the carpet.

"You're here, why didn't you see Ron Weasley?" Comac squinted at Hermione, and said to himself, "The red-haired kid was not invited by Professor Slughorn? This It's a matter of course, Harry, maybe you should change to a cooler friend. "

Harry looked up sharply and wanted to buckle the plate of dragon meatballs on the other person's stupid head, but he also just saw Snape who was standing close to the sullen face behind Cocome. He didn't want to socialize with them either. Harry pushed the plate in his hand to Comac and turned to leave.

"Oh, Harry, what am I eating?" As Harry turned around, Comac asked a pinch of meatballs and put it in his mouth.

"Dragon ♂ egg ♂ egg."

Comac was stunned and chewed twice unconsciously. He suddenly turned around and spit out all the food he had eaten before. All the food residues that had been spit out in the stomach had not been digested. Sprayed on the crotch of Professor Snape standing behind him, and then started to run down the trouser legs.

Hearing the sound of vomiting behind him, Harry turned back and looked at the state of Snape's embarrassed, depressed anger at this time, the pale face under Snape's greasy hair stretched tightly over his body. The black robe was stained with red meat foam and yellow-white mucus ...

Looking at the familiar dressing style, Comac raised his head in a dazed expression, and after seeing that the wizard in front of him was indeed the one he had just worried about, his eyes were panic and stiff.

Harry shuddered slightly from the upper body, couldn't help laughing and immediately suffocated back, lowered his head and raised the corner of his mouth, bulging his cheek, forcibly restraining his nausea and smile, he planned to leave quickly, but Nep's cold voice immediately reached his ears: "Don't slip so fast, Potter."

Harry had to stop and turn around.

Snape's gloomy face rose slightly, holding his breath, and his voice was cold: "You just won a month's confinement for yourself, McLagen."

No longer looking at the dismayed Comac, Snape walked to Harry standing there.

Harry watched such a dirty and embarrassed Snape approaching. Not only did he not want to laugh, but the feeling of disgust in his heart became more and more serious. He turned his head to search for Ginny's trace, unwilling to be in Looking at Snape who felt uncomfortable in his heart and stomach: "I think I should go back to find my female companion."

"You can't die with you for a minute or two." Snape's voice seemed to squeeze out from between the teeth. Harry had no choice but to turn his head to listen to Snape's words. Message. "

"The message?" Harry asked suspiciously, raising his head, and it was the only person Albus Dumbledore who could make Snape send a message to himself.

"Dumbledore asked me to say hello to him. I wish you a happy 'party". You also know that he is out of school and will not return until the end of the Christmas holiday. "Snape's cold eyes stared at Harry's green pupil.

"Out of school? Where are you going?" The concern for Dumbledore made Harry blurt out, even forgetting that the person in front of him was the Snape who hated him the most. How could he ignore him.

Snape paused slightly. He didn't answer Potter's question with an arrogant look. He just pulled out his wand and pointed to his robe. He used it silently to clean it up, and then turned his straight body to the other side of the field.

Harry picked up a drink on the tray passing by the student servant's hand, took a big sip to suppress the strong breath of the dragon meatball, and then his attention was replaced by his concern for Dumbledore, but he Knowing that he couldn't tell from Snape's mouth what the other party didn't want to know, Harry worriedly could only stare at Snape's old bat's back with some hatred.

Snape did not walk as well as his robe sleeves rolled up and his breath was astonishing. His back was straight, but in the direction he went, Harry dropped the glass and his eyes narrowed and followed quietly.

"Miss Parkinson, you are here." Snape walked into a corner of Slughorn's office, a red chair was in the dark shadow of the corner, and Pansy Parkinson stood up and heard her. Opening his mouth and trying to say something, Snape raised his hand to stop her ~ www.novelhall.com ~ glanced diagonally outside and walked in.

Harry noticed Snape's eyes and looked in that direction. Draco Malfoy in a dark green suit was holding a wine glass and talking with Allen.

Through the noise of the banquet hall, Harry successfully used his immature stealth skills to quietly approach the corner where Snape and Pansy were, took out his wand and pointed the stick at the pair of Slytherin teachers and students. That end was close to his ear.

"Stupid, if you hide so obviously, it will attract the attention of others, and you can attend the banquet generously. Don't let the mistakes happen again. If you fire yourself, your mission will be judged to fail." Snape lowered his voice. "If Alan Harris really wants to know something from your little head, it is useless wherever you hide. The level of devotion to miss him is not under the master, he will know if he wants to."

"Professor, Draco and Professor Alan Harris are talking, so I used the excuse of makeup to hide." Pansy was aggrieved, but she didn't dare to tell Emily part of the facts she already knew.

Snape's voice was cold and terrifying: "Put up your clumsy and stupid little tricks, don't just go out of your way, Dumbledore has left Hogwarts."