This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Although some goods are wrong, Gugu is indeed the cute and charming Gugu.

For Gabriel only.

"It's so heavy..." She almost used all her strength to successfully pick up Gugu.

There is no second such heavyweight owl in the entire magic world.

Put on a picnic mat, place exquisite snacks, and make a pot of black tea. The leisurely and comfortable time begins.

It would be even better if Gabriel didn't quietly take the snacks and secretly feed them to Gugu.

What could Vincent do, so he had to pretend that he didn't see anything.

"Malfoy has been very bad these two days. Whenever he has time, he will take his younger brother around the public lounge like he is patrolling the territory."

Daphne said, lifting her chin up very vividly.

After saying that, she stared at Vincent with a resentful look on her face.

"Uh...why are you looking at me?"

Daphne showed a meaningful smile, clearly knowing how Draco was selected by the Goblet of Fire.

Friends all know that Vincent really doesn't want to participate in the Triumph, and he can't let Harry be in danger. It is undoubtedly more reasonable to choose Draco as a scapegoat.

Vincent took the black tea with guilt and took a sip, "Okay, I'll give him the intensity of the afternoon training alone, he won't be able to jump tomorrow."

Daphne with satisfaction retracted her gaze and pulled Hermione and Dragul sisters to talk about the whispers between the girls.

"Miss Dragul, you don't have to cover your face all the time, we recognized you when we saw you."

"Is that true? Miss Greengrass, just call me Furong, I always thought everyone could not recognize it."

"Then you call me Daphne too. In fact, if you cover your face up, it will be more conspicuous."

"That's it... Daphne, I'm worried that it will affect your class."

"Don't worry, Furong, it's quite common for the small situation in class just now."

Strictly speaking, Hogwarts' classroom will have any situation.

For example, the dung eggs suddenly hit by the spell class, the crucible that exploded in the potion class, and the magic history class that was empty.

Sisters Dragul listened to Daphne's example with a look of surprise.

If these situations had occurred in Boothbaton's classroom, those students would have been forced to drop out of school, and even the heirs of the pure blood wizard family would not work.

Hermione and Daphne turned to look at Vincent who was doing nothing at the same time.

"What if it was him?"

Furong frowned, "We should also be dropped out of school. Our school values ​​students' own cultivation more, so students who violate school rules will be regarded as a shame to the school."

In this regard of following the rules, Boothbaton's students are no less than those of the Magic Institute.

The girls' topic quickly turned to clothing matching.

T-shirt, shirt, sweater, suspender, vest, knit sweater, etc., Vincent, who was bored to listen, played the Gunte card with a magic communicator.

Human-machine game, ten wins in ten games.

As he was playing, he found that it was noon.

He looked at the four girls who were chatting enthusiastically and silently clicked on the address book interface to send a message to George and the others.

"A small gathering forbidden forest."

"Arrival soon!"

A few minutes later, the friends all came and brought a lot of ingredients.

Gabri looked at Furong with her eyes, who nodded without any psychological burden and decided to stay here for a while.

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Meanwhile, Mrs. Maxim is back.

She did not come back alone. She walked into the castle with a tall, thin, and particularly gentle-looking middle-aged man witch and came to the principal's room in the tower.

Dumbledore knew they were coming and came to the corridor to greet the two in advance, "Good noon, Mrs. Maxim, Mr. Mellowin."

Melovin had a gentle smile on his face, "His Excellency Dumbledore, I didn't expect that we would meet again so soon."

"Yes." Dumbledore looked at Mrs. Maxim with a smile. "Two of the three major wand makers in Europe have come. I believe that the wand testing ceremony will be held smoothly later."

"I hope so." Mrs. Maxim's expression was a little complicated.

Without thoroughly understanding why the mysterious man in the Black Cloak must participate in the Triple Championship as the Warriors, any part of the game needs to be foolproof.

Therefore, she went back to France to invite Melovin.

But she now had a strong premonition that Kakarov might travel thousands of miles to invite the remaining wand maker to join the Warriors' detection wand ritual.

The three major European stick makers gathered together, and I don’t know what would happen.

My colleagues are enemies. It would be fine if it was an academic discussion, but if there was a quarrel...

Mrs. Maxim didn't dare to continue thinking. She looked at Dumbledore who had a great conversation with Melovin, "Sorry, disturb me, Professor Dumbledore, have you two directors of the Ministry of Magic not arrived yet? ”

"It should be fast--" Dumbledore paused, "They are here, it's time for us to go down and prepare."

The three left the principal's office and went to the first floor and entered the corridor leading to the foyer.

However, their destination is not the auditorium, nor the room behind the staff desk, but a relatively small classroom.

Bagman and Old Batty are already inside, and the English wand maker who is traveling with him, Garrick Ollivander.

When Ollivand saw Melowen, who was as famous as him, his originally turbid silver-white eyes instantly lit up.

"Master Melovin."

"Master Ollivander."

The eyes of the two wand makers seemed to burst into fierce sparks.

"Mr. Olivande, I am really amazed by the improvements to the materials of the stick wood and the stick core. The unicorn hair, the phoenix tail feather and the dragon's nerves are all materials with powerful magic power, and you can use them to different stick woods The perfect match between them is enough to show your skill. "

"Mr. Melowen, I am amazed by your improvements to the traditional wand making process. Every wand you make is as beautiful as a work of art. I also have a few of your works."

After a wave of commercial buzzing, the two seemed to burst into more intense sparks.

Just as the second wave was about to begin, Kakarov's hearty laughter came from outside.

"Hahaha-So everyone has arrived!"

There was also an old wizard who came in with him, who was gray-haired but had a very good spirit.

Ollivand and Melovin looked at the old wizard as if they were connected.

It was him, Grigovic, the German wand maker who was as famous as them.

Dumbledore didn't know Grigovic, but he also guessed it from the reactions of the other two wand making masters.

The three major European stick makers gathered in Hogwarts, and the subsequent wand detection ceremony was absolutely stable.

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