[Comprehensive British and American] Einstein's male god

Chapter 130 Six New Professor

"She won't go on a date with you." Draco said coldly, his face full of gloom.

"Why?" Allen said indifferently.

"Because she is my girlfriend, she can only date me." Draco gritted his teeth, and said word by word, the moment he said it, there was even a sense of refreshment in his heart.

Allen tried his best to maintain a gentle and refined appearance, showing a slightly surprised look at Winnie, "When did it happen?"

"A month ago." Winnie was very calm, not noticing Ellen's intentionally hidden emotions.

"Really?" Allen hooked the corners of his mouth, but upon closer inspection of that expression, one would find a hint of darkness.

"Yeah." Winnie nodded.

Tommy sneered without leaving a trace, and then glanced at Allen lightly: "It's about time, we should leave too."

Allen clenched his fist tightly and didn't speak. Seeing this, Draco sneered and said meaningfully: "Mr. Allen Felton seems a little uncomfortable."

"It's a little bit." Allen looked at Draco, his butterscotch-like golden eyes showed a flash of coldness, "But you can see it, it seems that you are very experienced in this area."

Draco could hear Allen mocking him for being aggrieved when he chased after Winnie before, and he gritted his teeth: "Of course, but this is also a thing of the past, and this will not happen again in the future."

"Really?" Allen smiled inexplicably, "It's better not to draw conclusions too early on some things, maybe you will experience this feeling again in the next second."

"I won't let such a possibility happen." Draco sneered, and his tone was not hard to hear anger.

"There are no absolutes in the world, and they are always unpredictable. Just like what you think is yours one second, it may become someone else's the next second." Allen said softly, and looked at Winnie the next second, "You Say no."

Winnie wanted to nod very much, but Draco's gaze on her was too strong, as if as long as she dared to do this, she would definitely make her look good. The naked/naked/naked threat, even if it is rationally agreed Allen, but still can't do the act of nodding.

Allen smiled indifferently, without forcing Winnie, "I suddenly remembered that Tommy and I still have some things to do, so I won't bother you."

"Goodbye." Allen nodded to Winnie, then stood up, glanced at Tommy, and left first.

Tommy also nodded to Winnie, and before leaving, he hooked the corners of his mouth and said in a soft and almost inaudible voice: "Goodbye, Winnie."

"Again..." Winnie paused abruptly. Just now, Tommy Felton called her Winnie?

How did he know her name was Winnie?

When Winnie realized it, Tommy and Allen had gone far away and disappeared from her sight. At the same time, a cold tone suddenly sounded: "Is it so beautiful?"

Winnie turned her head straight, looked at Draco's face, looked at the face that said "I'm in a very unhappy mood," and shook her head.

Draco showed a smile that was not a smile, and said in a cold tone for a while: "Sometimes I really want to lock you in a place where no one is around, so that you can only look at me."

Winnie was taken aback, staring blankly at Draco in front of her.

"You said if I did this, would you be willing?" Draco reached out to touch the chestnut hair, obviously the movement was so gentle, but the tone made people feel chilling for no reason.

The gray eyes were deep and dark, revealing bursts of darkness, which shocked Winnie so that she couldn't move. At that moment, a cold chill surged up from the bottom of her feet, flowing all over her body, and she slightly opened her lips, " I…"

However, Draco raised the corners of his mouth at this moment, swept away the sense of danger brought just now, and lightly tapped Winnie's little head: "You lied to me, you little idiot."

In just a second, the terrifying feeling just now disappeared without a trace, and Draco returned to his usual lazy and elegant image.

Winnie reached out and touched her forehead, feeling an indescribably weird feeling in her heart.

"In order to make up for my unhappy mood just now, you have to listen to me for the next appointment, understand?" Draco raised his eyebrows.

"Hmm." Winnie nodded subconsciously.

Draco showed a satisfied smile, picked up the teacup, lowered his eyes slightly, blocking the flash of threatening color, and took a sip of tea lightly.

The summer vacation came gently, and soon it left gently. The school day officially arrived. Winnie had just boarded the train and put her luggage away when Betty appeared. When she saw her, she didn’t even put her suitcase away. He took her hand and quickly pulled her to sit down.

"Tell me, what happened between you and Draco?"

"Are you really in love with Draco?"

"How did you get started?"

"Merlin's stinky socks, I still can't believe you guys are dating!"

Before Winnie could respond, Betty had already uttered all the questions she had for many days in one breath. Only Merlin knew that when she received Winnie's letter and saw what was written on it, she was completely stupefied. Also almost flew away.

She really never imagined that in just one short summer vacation, Draco would actually catch up with Winnie, borrowing a word from Muggles—this is not scientific at all!

Unable to beat Betty's questioning, Winnie finally explained everything that happened.

"Winnie, if that bastard Malfoy bullies you in the future, you must tell me, and I will beat him up for you." After knowing everything, Betty said seriously.

"Okay." Winnie nodded.

And almost at the same time as she finished speaking, the carriage door was opened, and the person who opened it was none other than Draco Malfoy.

"I've been looking for you for a long time." Draco came out calmly, sat directly beside Winnie, noticed Betty's dissatisfied gaze, raised his eyebrows, "Good day, Miss White."

"Good day." Betty curled her lips, as if she was reluctant to say hello.

Draco didn't mind too much, instead he kept teasing and talking to Winnie.

This made it impossible for Betty to intervene, and she had a strong premonition that in the days to come, this kind of life would be repeated.

As in the past, the first day of Hogwarts was the sorting ceremony. Under the sorting hat, the first-year freshmen sat on the long table of their assigned house. After a while, Ravenclaw ushered in nearly More than 30 new students.

After the sorting ceremony, it was Dumbledore's speech. He first announced that there were a few more prohibited items in the castle this year, and reminded everyone that students were not allowed to enter the Forbidden Forest.He repeats this story every year, obviously telling those first-year freshmen specially.

Then, Dumbledore mentioned another thing, a thing that shocked everyone.

"I'm here to tell you that, unfortunately, there will be no Quidditch matches this year."

Everyone stared at Dumbledore dumbfounded.

"Because this year, we will welcome a larger event, starting in October and lasting for a long time, so after discussing with all the professors, we agreed that this year's Quidditch competition will be temporarily suspended." Dumbledore Lido touched his long white beard and said with a smile.

"This match is..." Before Dumbledore could finish speaking, the door of the auditorium was suddenly pushed open. A man in a black cloak walked forward slowly, leaning on a long cane. As he approached, his face became clearer.

Everyone was stunned, looking at the scarred face, rough skin, crooked mouth, and a pair of eyes of different sizes. The whole feeling was very gloomy, different from Snape's gloomy , this is a kind of distorted gloom.

"Sorry, before I continue the topic just now, let me introduce you first, this is our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher—Professor Moody." Dumbledore introduced amiably with a smile.

Under normal circumstances, everyone would applaud, but they were all shocked by Professor Moody's face, and no one applauded, except the professors.

Faced with such sporadic applause, Moody didn't react much, walked slowly to the teacher's seat, took his seat, and then ate with a fork.

Dumbledore cleared his throat, and continued what he had just said: "I just mentioned that there will be a bigger event this year. In fact, this event has not been held for more than a century, and that is the Triwizard War. And the Triwizard Battle will be held at Hogwarts."

"Not all of you here may have heard of the Triwizard Contest, so let me briefly explain it here. The Triwizard Contest was founded about 700 years ago, and it is the three largest magic schools in Europe. A friendly competition between Hogwarts, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang. Each school will send a student as a representative to compete in the three magic items. If you win the honor, you can also get a bonus of [-] Galleons."

Upon hearing the bonus of [-] Galleons, the auditorium erupted into enthusiastic shouts.

"I know everyone in this room is very excited, but I want to tell you that for safety reasons, this year's competitors will have an age limit, only students who are 17 years old or older can enter, this measure is required Yes, because the Triwizard Tournament is a very difficult and dangerous competition, and many people have died because of it in the past. Even though we have launched many contingency measures for this competition, we must minimize the danger, but there is one more layer The guarantee is still needed." Dumbledore said seriously.

However, even though Dumbledore said so, the voices of dissatisfaction and protest still did not disappear. Among them, some even decided to sign up directly at that time regardless of the age limit.

In short, this night, no one can calm down, the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, the cancellation of the Quidditch match, and the Triwizard battle.

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