Hogwarts: Don’t panic, Old Deng, I won’t be the Dark Lord

Krum threw Draco away, glared at Sisley and growled: "I'm warning you! I'm in a very bad mood right now, don't piss me off, little... wizard."

Sisley shrugged as if nothing was wrong and said, "Well, I'm different from you. I'm in a very good mood, and I even want to sing a song." Sisley pretended to hum a few words as he spoke.

Krum immediately took a step forward, took out his wand and held it tightly, staring at Sisley with a sullen face.

"What? You want to fight me?" Sisley asked, raising his eyebrows.

"Yes, how about it!" He said, raising the wand suddenly and flying backwards with a bang.

In full view of everyone, Sisley put away his wand, clapped his hands, grabbed Draco's collar and walked away. Hermione quickly followed after seeing this.

"..." Krum just watched his friend Draco being forcefully dragged away. The anger accumulated in his heart immediately ignited, but he did not yell like ordinary people. He screamed, but quietly followed Sisley like a beast that chose people to devour.

Not long after, Sisley and the other three arrived at the end of the cemetery. It was fate that the cemetery was located on a high mountain and lacked everything but cliffs.

"Do you remember what I told you before? Ah? Young Master Malfoy? Let you go bungee jumping without a rope." As he said this, Sisley pinched Draco's shoulders and pushed him to the cliff. edge, and then exerted slight pressure on his hands.

The next moment Draco felt like he was flying into the air, and when he reacted, he realized that he was actually falling!

"Have fun, Mr. Malfoy! This will be of great help to you!" Sisley shouted, waving his wand, and a faint fluorescent rope flew down and held Draco.

"What about you? What are you doing here again, looking for a fight?" After doing all this, Sisley frowned and turned to look at Krum, who was following alone.

"I want to duel with you!" Krum threw a handkerchief at Sisley's feet and said with a sinister look.

"Duel?" Sisley said teasingly, looking at the handkerchief on the ground.

"You don't deserve it!" Then he stepped on the handkerchief and crushed it hard.

Krum felt a burning sensation on his face. The handkerchief Sisley stepped on seemed to be his face. Every time he crushed it, blood flowed out as if his face was scraped by a hard stone.

"Sisley...this is too..." Hermione said at this time, carefully tugging on Sisley's sleeve.

"Are you speaking for him?" Sisley turned around and raised an eyebrow and asked.

"No." Hermione shook her head quickly.

"Eh...I'm not in a good mood...Maybe I scared you. Let's go." Sisley exhaled and left.

Hermione saw this and quickly followed.

"Why are you in a bad mood?" Hermione asked in a low voice after Sisley.

"I'll tell you then." Sisley said quietly.

Krum, who was left behind, could not stop trembling, and finally calmed down.

The two of them were resting under a tree. Not long after, Ethan found the two of them and waved his hands: "Don't be bored here. Let's go and take you to a feast!"

"Let's go!" Sisley took a deep breath and a smile immediately appeared on his face, pulling Hermione to follow Ethan's footsteps.

The three people who left the cemetery took a taxi. Not long after getting in the car, Ethan started chatting with the driver in Chinese, which made Sisley feel dizzy.

After returning to the hotel, Sisley collapsed on the bed without moving, and murmured: "I don't want to eat sauerkraut! That stuff has no other taste except sourness, and it's also so watery. It's so hard to catch up with someone who doesn't want to eat sauerkraut." The Patrick Star author who revealed his pen name is still in trouble!!!"

"Okay, okay, we don't eat sauerkraut, how about eating sausages?" Ethan said again.

"That food has the same taste throughout Europe. Is there anything else to eat in Hans' country?" Sisley sat up and asked.

"How about... going to eat roasted pork knuckle?" Ethan asked tentatively.

"Okay." Sisley raised his hand and murmured.

"It's all decided. I'll go back and take a nap. If you didn't sleep well last night, you should take a rest." Hermione yawned and walked out of the room.

After leaving the room, Hermione did not return to her room. Instead, she slowly squatted down at the door and grabbed her hair helplessly.

Not long after, Ethan also walked out of the room. After closing the door, he saw Hermione squatting aside in distress.

"Have you encountered anything troublesome? Hermione?" Ethan also found a seat next to her and sat directly on the ground.

"I have something to tell you. Sisley was in a bad mood in the morning. I don't know why. If you have time, go and ask."

"In a bad mood? Didn't he tell you?"

Hermione shook her head.

"That's it... Then there's probably nothing I can do about it. Then, when we have dinner in the evening, I'll give Sisley some wine and I'll ask you again then."

"Is this okay?" Hermione asked doubtfully.

"Of course, you don't know how drunk Sisley is?" Ethan said with a raised eyebrow.

"I mean, will he lose consciousness directly? Then how can we ask?" Hermione said worriedly.

"Don't worry, the alcohol content of beer is much lower than that of red wine." Ethan waved his hand and said relaxedly.

"Okay." Hermione could only act as a doctor and nodded.

That night...

Outside a restaurant next to the beach, Sisley cut roasted elbows on a plate while blowing the sea breeze.

After a long time, Sisley said helplessly: "Let's change the dish next time. We will go back after we have finished all these famous dishes from Hans Kingdom."

"Well...this thing...forget it, it's a shame to waste food!" Hermione then cut another large piece and put it into her mouth resignedly.

"As for that? I think it's okay." Ethan shrugged and said.

"It's not that it's not delicious, it tastes okay, but the portion is not very friendly to me and I'm already starting to get tired." Sisley looked at Ethan eating so much and pushed half of the elbow on the plate over .

"If you feel tired, drink some. It's ice cold and very refreshing." Ethan nodded, and naturally pushed the big wine next to him, and at the same time released a confusion magic to the surroundings to avoid the discovery of the enthusiastic crowd. Give your child a drink and make a phone call to let yourself go in and drink tea.

Although it can't be shut down, no, it can't even be caught.

Sisley, on the other hand, was still the same, good at cooking and fun-loving. He picked up the wine glass, took a sip, smacked his lips and said, "It doesn't taste very good, but it's really cool."

As he spoke, he began to drink heavily.

Just like that, a large glass of beer quickly bottomed out.