HP Demon's Silence

It was the first time that the long table of Slytherin was so lively. Even Gryffindor was looking at it, ready to move. They didn't care what Double B's cake was, but it was seven rocket crossbows. They saw it and were jealous In my heart, at the same time, I began to worry about Wei Diqi's final two months later.

As a protagonist with no sense of existence, Ovelia was squeezed outside by the crowd of onlookers. She looked back, looked up at the sky speechlessly, and walked away clutching her own small envelope.

The little snow pigeon that delivered the letter was still on her shoulder. Ovelia stretched out a finger, poked it on the head, and said, "Hey, little one, have you been given to me by them?"

Little Snow Pigeon tilted her head, and blinked her two black bean eyes: "Googoo~"

"Okay." Ovelia nodded, expressing her understanding, "They must have sent you here because they thought Hogwarts' public owls were too unattractive and inefficient. Then you can stay by my side !Well...but how am I going to support you...'

"If you're talking about raising pigeons, I think this buddy can help you." Blaise suddenly appeared beside her, with his right hand wrapped around his friend's neck, "Miss Alina the white peacock and Mr. Andrew the snake sculpture in Malfoy Manor They were all raised by Draco! Didn't you, dear Draco?"

Draco pushed Blaise's hand away angrily, straightened his messed-up collar, and looked up to see Blaise winking at him secretly, "What are you doing?" He twitched the corner of his mouth and took a step back.

Ovelia let the little snow pigeon jump on her hand, and watched them interact with a smile.

Seeing that he didn't understand, Blaise sighed, put his palm up next to his mouth, and whispered: "I'm creating an opportunity for you, quickly show off your superb girl-picking skills, don't just stare blankly! Didn't you see the way Alexandra looked at me just now? How much psychological pressure I have endured to snatch you out of her hands!"

Draco: "..."

Ovelia raised her hand and said, "I heard everything."

Blaise: "..."

Ovelia put her hand close to Draco's shoulder, the little snow pigeon tilted her head, and jumped up briskly, not missing her master at all, Ovelia nodded: "Well, then I will hand it over to you for now. Here you go." Then, one on each side, hooked the arms of the two, walked out, and said with a smile, "Let's go before they remember me!"

"Ovelia, do I know you that well? Oh, Merlin, why are you as strong as a troll..." Blaise struggled to no avail and was forcibly dragged away.

Looking at the backs of the three, Laura Dalton crossed her chest and said with a sneer: "Pansy, that idiot, her prince and knight are going to be taken away, and she doesn't even realize it, she's still staring at that stupid idiot." Cake laughs."

Vitila was as reticent as ever, and she nodded casually, but she couldn't help thinking: "Just now you were laughing at that stupid cake, Laura!"

"As soon as Prefect Bartholomew left, she ran to hook up with others. Hmph, I really don't understand what charm she has, she can charm so many people around, Wei Tila, her face is not as good as yours One in ten thousand, let alone compared to Shonda. What do you think?"

Vitila shrugged: "Who knows, maybe because she is the protagonist, the plot needs..."

Laura: "Huh?"

"I mean her beauty is more oriental, her outline is not as deep as that of most Europeans, and she is probably of mixed race." Wei Tila explained, "and women see women differently than men see women. , maybe she is a beauty in their eyes!"

"Well, even if what you said makes sense." Laura picked up a beautifully packaged small box from the table, looked at it with disdain, threw it into Wei Tila's hand, raised her chin and said, "She thought there was something wrong with it." A few gold Galleons are great? Heh, who cares about her gift... Let me dispose of this stuff."

From this short conversation, it can be seen that Bai Bai and Perkins' behavior of spending a lot of money cannot bring more friends to Ovelia. On the contrary, people who despise her as an upstart may take advantage of greater proportion.

But what does that matter!On the one hand someone doesn't care at all, and on the other hand someone doesn't care at all.

The truth is this...

At the same time, in Paris, France, DoubleB Group headquarters, VIP lounge on the top floor.

"Haha, she didn't realize, Sister Nia, we succeeded!" The silver-haired boy cheered, turned his head and gave the woman a high-five. The room they were in was full of luxurious modern atmosphere, but the picture displayed on the screen in front of them, But it is a typical decoration style of medieval Europe. The picture is dynamic and shakes slightly. If you see this scene, any educated British wizard will be surprised to point out that it is the gate of the Hogwarts auditorium!

Suleinya silently withdrew her hand, held the notebook, and scribbled something on it with a pen, and said brokenly: "Disadvantages, low resolution, obvious vibration when landing, blurred picture, unclear details... "She has dark green seaweed-like long curly hair, which is casually tied behind her head, and her facial features are exquisite, but it's a pity that her sloppy temperament conceals most of them.

On the sofa not far away, a man with light blond hair raised his head lightly, pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and said: "We have spent so much money, if we fail, I will deprive you of the next ten years. Research funding, thank you for your good luck!"

"Hey, Perkins," said an androgynous guy from behind the sofa, lying on the back of the sofa, "Is this really necessary? How boring are you all, that you put so much effort into pigeons?" Putting a monitor on her body, and spending so much money, just to mix the pigeons in and send them to her..."

The blond man glanced at him, "I'm just looking for fun because I'm bored, don't watch it if you have the skills, Sicinelle."

The silver-haired boy Xilin laughed, showing a small dimple on his left cheek. He corrected: "That is not a monitor! Electronic devices are not allowed in Hogwarts, it is a miniature alchemy product. Implanted in the pigeon's visual system, it passively receives information according to its perspective, and then transfers the image to the display after a series of complicated processing!"

The technical blind Sicinelle waved his hand perfunctorily: "Oh, well, the bottom line is that it is a monitor, whether it is a technological achievement or an alchemy product... But you are sure that it can really hide from Ovelia. Eyes?"

Xilin said confidently: "Don't worry, Baibai has checked it for us. Unless she uses more than 80.00% of her mental power to check, she won't be able to see it!"

Suleiniya closed the notebook and asked softly, "Where's Baibai?"

Sicinelle stroked his long black hair and pointed to the side: "I saw him next door before I came."

"Oh." Sulainiya replied with a blank face, and walked towards the door.Sicinelle stared at her back for a while, shook her head and lamented, and whispered in Perkins' ear, "Hey, I've wanted to ask for a long time, how did Nia become like this, and when did she become like this? In the beginning, I didn’t have any memory at all, where did that beauty who didn’t eat the world go?”

"In the past 1000 years, everyone will change. You might as well ask yourself, where is your integrity?" Perkins put one hand on his face and pushed him away firmly: "Stay away from me, I likes women."

Xilin sighed, squatted in front of the screen, and said to himself with a smile: "Only sister Aowei hasn't changed at all, she really is a scary guy... Hey, I said Pigeon, can you turn your head away?" Let me take a closer look at what the smaller sister Aowei looks like!"

Sicinelle, who was disgusted by Perkins, also came over, looked at it for a while, and suddenly said: "Oh, I saw a handsome guy, Xilin, hurry up, step back ten seconds, I seem to fall in love with that person at first sight!"

"..." A vein popped up on the silver-haired boy's forehead, "This is not a video, it doesn't have the function of going backwards!"

***

It was another Wednesday, and on this day of the week, the Potions class with Gryffindor was the highlight. On Tuesday night, in Slytherin's underground gambling house, a new round of gambling games started. The passing children bet two genuine gold Galleons and exchanged them from Blaise for a silver coin marked with Y or N. Y stands for 'yes' and N stands for 'no', representing their respect for Mr. Longbottom's magic. Personal judgment on the level of medicine and the trend of luck—by the way, let me add here, as a small theater of Slytherin's interesting life, the title of this game is still: Will Mr. Neville Longbottom blow up the cauldron? ?

"This is a traditional activity in Slytherin, with a participation rate of 90.00% and nine point nine, and it will also be a good start for you to further integrate into us," Blaise said with a profiteer's smile, holding a hat full of gold coins , selling to Ovelia: "Miss transfer student, you shouldn't be stingy with the two gold coins in your pocket, right?"

"Of course not, if I have one! The problem is, I don't have a single gold coin in my pocket..." Ovelia locked her eyes on Garen who was piled up in a small gold mountain in the hat, blinked her eyes, Youyou sighed, and said in a sad tone: "Unless you are willing to lend it to me, Blaise."

That morning, there was a key in the envelope sent by Perkins and Bai Bai. According to Draco's appraisal, it should be the key to the vault of Gringotts, a wizard bank. A trip, so far she hasn't made the trip, naturally she has empty pockets and is too poor to make a jingle.

Seeing Bryce's suspicious expression, Ovelia had no choice but to add: "You win if you win, mine if you lose, how about it?"

"Deal!" Brace didn't doubt her credit at all, took out two gold coins, skillfully threw them into the hat, and asked, "What are you betting on?"

"Hey, I don't have any experience in this area! Is it better to bet that he will blow up more or not?" Ovelia humbly asked for advice.

"There are currently 97 people participating in the gamble, and the ratio of Y to N is 79:18. How, do you choose to follow the trend, or put all your eggs in one basket?"

"Which one will Draco bet on?"

"Oh, sorry, this is inconvenient to disclose..."

Draco just passed by, glanced at Blaise with a smile, and said casually: "I bet he won't! If you lose, it's fine, if you win, you have to win bigger, right?"

"Well, it makes sense, thank you!" Ovelia scratched her head and asked again: "What about Sai? Did he place a bet?"

Blaise: "Well, to be fair, I can't..."

The Slytherin prefect who was sitting on the sofa reading a book far away suddenly raised his head, and with a calm expression, he opened Blaise's desk: "I bet he won't, Ovelia."

"..." Blaise surrendered. He twitched the corners of his mouth and said helplessly, "Okay, Miss Courtesan, who else do you want to ask?"

"No need, since they all chose N, the answer is already obvious. It seems that this unlucky Mr. Longbottom will very likely get lucky tomorrow!" Ovelia concluded easily.

"Then you also bet that he won't blow up?"

"Oh, that's not true, I'll choose Y." Noticing that Blaise looked at her strangely, Ovelia explained thoughtfully: "It's not mine anyway, so why take such a big risk? "

Blaise: "..."

So the next day, the Slytherins with evil intentions entered the potions classroom each with a silver coin full of evil wishes. Sometimes we have to admire that nearly one-third of the population in the entire classroom is silently chanting Under the curse of 'explode, explode, explode', Neville Longbottom can maintain a medium level of crucible explosion rate for a long time, which is really not easy.

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