The Soul of Hogwarts Across Worlds

Chapter 37 Ah Qiang Falls in Love with Ah Zhen

After a few days, Melda kept learning about the progress of the museum incident from the Daily Prophet. He felt that the final result should be nothing.

First of all, the Muggle family that took over the care of the museum in place of the Corris family probably died out centuries ago.

If it weren't for his family still retaining the title deed and the contract with the original Muggle family.

I'm afraid no one will know that it belongs to the Corlis family.

But Melda shouldn't care too much, it's just a museum.An attack is an attack, and he still cares about this?

Just some Muggle artifacts.It wasn't worth his trip for it.With a big family and a big business, he is so arrogant.

But obviously, Melda still underestimated the little thoughts of a group of greedy guys.

He also didn't think about it, if it was just a simple attack, how could it be reported in the Daily Prophet?
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The first class in the morning was Melda's favorite potions class.

Of course, in Snape's eyes, Melda was already regarded as disgusting.

Because during the second half month of Harry's hospitalization, if Snape hadn't been madly wiping his ass behind him.Then Melda could guarantee that Harry would not be sitting in the classroom so easily in class now.

Even Harry can't be this sher, at least he has to be a sher with Avatar.

For a student like Melda, be considerate.If he had encountered it by himself, it would have been naturally degraded by now and become the fertilizer for Professor Pomona Sprout to cultivate herbal medicine.

Snape was able to bear it until now and didn't shoot him, which is already a good example of the problem.

Snape, you said with patience, I'm afraid it's just a word of tolerance.

Cough cough! ! !

"Hi, Pot!" Malfoy, who was sitting not far from Harry, kept calling Harry in a low voice during Potions class.

But Miss Evans ignored him.

This made Malfoy so anxious that he continued to baud baud, barking non-stop.His appearance is the same as that of elementary school students in the class who keep grabbing their pigtails in order to attract the attention of the girls in the front row.

like a dog
Ron on the side clamped his robe tightly, breathed a cloud of white mist, and tried his best to get close to the hot cauldron in front of him.After a while, he said: "Since Harry defeated Slytherin in Quidditch, I feel that Malfoy's harassment of Harry has become more serious."

"It's so cold!" He hurriedly put his hands close to the sides of the crucible.Ron continued: "If he was trying to disgust us, then I have to say he succeeded."

It was already mid-December.

It had already started snowing at Hogwarts.The coldness in the corridor was bone-chilling, and the cellar where the potions classroom was located was even more terrifying. The coldness was no longer physical coldness, it was simply the continuous Ice Magic in the refrigerator.

Gan!Why is there no heating at Hogwarts! ! !

Why is there no heating? ! !

fuck! ! !
"What a pervert!"

"No, he's not a pervert." Melda also clamped her clothes tightly, her hands trembling constantly.He looked up at Malfoy's somewhat flustered blue face.Then he said firmly: "He is in love."

"What?"

Not only Ron, but even Hermione and Harry were frightened by Melda's remarks.

"Is Malfoy in a relationship?"

"Tell me, that poor guy was taken by that guy. She's really unlucky." Ron asked impatiently.

"It's not difficult to guess." Melda lowered her head and said mysteriously.

"Look who he revolves around now, will you know soon?"

"Huh?" Hermione quickly turned to look at Malfoy.

I saw that guy stretched his neck and kept screaming while avoiding Snape's sight.

"Pot, Pot!"

What Potter, Melda was a little speechless.

Call Miss Evans, fool!
"Damn it, isn't it, Harry, Malfoy has taken a fancy to you?" Ron said in surprise and anger.

"He's really a pervert!"

"Melda, what are you talking about?" Harry retorted blushing, "He was provocative, do you understand provocation?"

Immediately afterwards, Harry began to list the first time he and Malfoy met, all kinds of mutual disagreements, and continued to make trouble for each other afterwards.

Then there was the flying lesson, where they had a serious fight.

Then there was dislike for each other, and it came to November.

after a quidditch match
Er, Harry suddenly discovered that since the Quidditch match, Malfoy really seemed to be less mean than before, and the two of them didn't have any conflicts after that.

"No, no." Harry stopped quickly.

"In short, we are enemies." Then there was a burst of nonsense, which caused everyone to roar with laughter.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Just as the four of them were talking in full swing, Snape standing behind them couldn't bear it any longer. He picked up the potions textbook in his hand and hit Melda, Hermione, and Ron on the heads. .

"You are not allowed to whisper in class, and you will be deducted ten points from Gryffindor."

Harry shrank his head and looked at the other three helplessly.

After waiting for Snape to leave, Ron couldn't help complaining: "Why! Why didn't Snape hit her even though Harry talked the most?"

"Because he has red hair." Melda said softly.

"I'm a redhead too!"

"Do you have long hair? Do you have dark green eyes? Is your name Harry Evans too?"

"Just red hair is useful!"

"Someone is still red-haired in old age!" Melda said disdainfully, looking at Ron's unwilling face.

Speaking of which, Harry's red hair was only kept under Melda's strong suggestion.

Harry originally planned to cut it shorter, after all, his hair was too long, and the ends reached his waist.

However, after Melda taught him a magic spell that could automatically change hairstyles and two bottles of primary physical enhancers without refreshing agents, he finally reluctantly agreed.

Unexpectedly, it was him who was injured now.

And after Harry really felt the buff of the 'special attack on Snape' brought to him by the red hair, he never mentioned the matter of cutting his hair.

Gan!What a crime!He found trouble for himself. Originally, Harry could attract at least [-]% of Snape's firepower, but now it's all good, and it's all shared.

"Harry Evans?" Although Harry Potter didn't understand the reason why Melda gave him this new name, after repeating it a few times, he found it surprisingly pleasant.

"Lily Evans, your mother's name." Melda asked suddenly: "Harry, you don't even know your mother's last name, do you? Don't you live with your aunt?"

(End of this chapter)