[HP] Professional blasting for 20 years

Christmas holidays are coming soon.

Ximo has been thinking about the day of going home since half a month ago.

It was already winter, and Hogwarts had a heavy snowfall.It seems to exaggerate the lively atmosphere before Christmas.

When coming off the Hogwarts Express.

Both Mr. and Mrs. Finnigan greeted her.

The corner of Simo's mouth suddenly opened into a smile, and she threw herself into their arms while dragging her luggage.

Mr. Finnigan smiled and rubbed his daughter's long light brown hair, then took the luggage in her hand.

Finnigan took Simo's hand and blinked at her.

Simo instantly understood her mother's intentions.

Immediately unable to support the forehead.

Why is she always thinking about finding a boyfriend for herself?

Mr. Finnigan was driving in front, Simo immediately relaxed and slumped on the rear seat, Ms. Finnigan grabbed her hand and reprimanded: "Simo, you have to remember that you are a lady."

Ximo straightened up unwillingly, and spread her hands: "Mom, I'm not a lady, they call me the wild girl of Gryffindor"

Mrs. Finnigan's eyes widened, and she said in surprise, "Simore, what did you do at school?"

Of course, Simo couldn't tell Mrs. Finnigan that as long as he practiced magic, there would be an explosion in all likelihood.

She has become a queen of explosions.

This behavior is not honorable at all.

Ximo said without blushing, "Of course I listen to the class seriously, the professors like me."

Then she added: "Wild Girl is what those Slytherins called me."

Mr. Finnigan, who was concentrating on driving, couldn't help but speak with a worried tone: "Simo, did they bully you?"

Simo laughed proudly, and said carelessly: "They can't bully me, and Gryffindor won't let Slytherin bully."

Mrs. Finnigan looked at Seymour, as if thinking of something, and after a while, she said earnestly to Seymour, "Simour, listen to your mother, you'd better stay away from Slytherin."

"I'm not in contact with them." Simo couldn't help complaining: "They always find fault, especially that Malfoy! It's very annoying."

Simo felt dizzy at the thought of Draco.

A pompous bastard.

She stretched out her hand and counted down her fingers. In order to convince her mother, Ximo said seriously:

"First, he is very arrogant, second, he always picks on us, third, he likes to make small reports, fourth, he bullies his classmates, and tenth, he has very dirty hair."

All right!This is also a reason, when you hate a person, he is full of flaws all over his body.

Simo put down his hands and said, "Harry is so famous, but he is very humble and low-key."

"Malfoy!" Mrs. Finnigan rarely asked about the relationship between Seymour and Harry.Instead, he suddenly said, "Narcisha's son?"

Hearing this, Simo straightened up all of a sudden. She looked at her mother curiously. Could it be that her mother knew the Malfoy family. "Mom, who is Narcissa?"

Mrs. Finnigan patted Simo on the shoulder, and said lightly:

"When I was in school, I played with Narcissa and the others for a while, but because of different ideas, I gradually drifted apart. I knew she married Malfoy after graduation. I didn't expect her son to be in the same grade as you."

Sime hadn't expected her mother to have such a relationship with the Malfoys, but she soon understood.

How could the pure-blood Malfoy family associate with a witch who married a Muggle.

As much as Draco hated it, his parents must have hated it too.

What happened to Muggles.Sime thinks her dad is the best dad in the world.

Christmas is basically spent mailing and unwrapping presents.

Simo mailed all the desserts made by Ms. Finnigan to her friends.

And she also received various gifts.What Simo likes the most is the wizard pictures Hermione gave her, all of which she didn't collect.

The holidays are very pleasant, but they go by very quickly.

So before you know it, the Christmas holidays are over,

At this time the weather began to warm up slightly.An aura that everything is about to recover hangs over the entire Hogwarts.

Seymour returned to school the day before school started, and Hermione came back with her.

The flames of the fireplace in the lounge were crackling, making the room look red and warm.Hermione has been reading the book since she came back.

Harry and Ron were mysteriously not knowing what they were researching.

Seymour leaned back on the sofa unpacking the chocolate frogs that Dean had given her in a big box for Christmas.She didn't finish dismantling it at home, so she took it to school.

But the moment she opened it, a spelled chocolate frog jumped away from her hand.

Ron happened to see this scene, and said sympathetically; "You are really unlucky."

Simo shrugged: "It's okay, anyway, I'm mainly for wizard pictures."

As she spoke, she picked up the attached picture, glanced at it, and said disappointedly:

"I already have 35 Dumbledores, and I'm almost memorizing his profile."

Ron shook his head in disbelief: "I don't believe you will recite this thing."

"Of course I will recite it!" Simo said to Ron with a serious face in order to prove her dignity:

"Dumbledore's well-known contributions include defeating the dark wizard Grindelwald in [-], discovering twelve uses of dragon blood, and being effective in alchemy with his partner Nicolas!"

But as soon as the words were finished, Hermione, Harry, and Ron stared at her in disbelief.

Simo was taken aback, thinking they were overwhelmed by his own ingenuity.She opened her mouth, not knowing what to say for a moment.

She saw Hermione rushing over and gave her a firm hug. Hermione said excitedly, "Simo, thank you!"

Simo didn't react at all.He saw Hermione quickly running up the spiral staircase and dashing to the dormitory.

Simo blinked dryly, and Harry was obviously agitated at this moment: "Simo, thanks to you, we have been looking for Nicolas."

"...You're welcome." Simo was completely stunned. She rubbed her hair before speaking for a while.

At this time Hermione came back with a huge old book in her arms.Ron looked at Hermione and yelled in surprise, "What is this?"

Hermione smiled and said calmly, "This is my amateur pastime."

Then she patted Simo, who was completely stunned, and smiled: "Simo, I'll tell you when I have a chance."

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