Luck is a very important attribute - but when it comes to playing cards, luck is definitely not as good as real skill.

Well, in the scientific world, the element of luck can be ruled out, and having technology is to do whatever you want.

Well, this technology also has a more popular name, called Qian.

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Two hours later, the empty classroom was still temporarily occupied.

There have been several kinds of cards used to play on the table, and on the small table next to the packaging bag, there is already a thick stack of packaging bags of Bibi Duowei beans, and the water cup on the table has been renewed countless times.

The current gameplay is a Muggle game they heard about, called Fried Golden Flower.

"Ha," Alan yawned, then looked around at the classmates with disapproving eyes, "It's almost enough to play, you don't have to eat dinner again." ”

Putting the cards in his hand on the table, Alan stretched, "Except for Harry, I lost one condition, don't lie to you, I'm a good card thief, admit defeat and eat beans, pack up, let's have dinner, otherwise the bet will be added, and we will have to unpack a new one." ”

"Hiccup," a not-so-loud burp sounded, causing the person who was about to surrender without exploding at the base to sit down and put down the cards in his hand.

Almost like a chain reaction, the cards were pushed out and finally stopped at Marshall's side.

"Are you sure?I'm just right today—Alan silently calmed his restless conscience), and if you don't, it's almost you, and I'll give you another chance." “

"It's okay, no, I'm pretty sure - if you lose, we'll help you get a bouquet out of the greenhouse, and you can stand in front of the Hogwarts Express and give it to the first girl to come out on one knee. Marshall had a mean smile on his face, but the words he said made people feel that the punishment was quite light, which made Alan have an urge to let go of this kid this time.

"I'm not done yet," Marshall added, after a pause, "and then shout that I'm selling the flowers, and I'll just ask her for a Sico to spend money on." ”

。。。

It's really hard to think that this kid doesn't die.

Originally, Alan was thinking of letting him go.

"Okay, then don't bet on beans and just block one thing? Well, if you lose, you don't need to wear a set of clothes with them, just take your family's prefect badge over and be on duty for a night - well, bring your clothes with you." Alan smiled and waved his hand, looking calm.

"With clothes?"

"Well, with clothes. ”

There was a cheap smile around - the demands of these two people were more ruthless than the other...

"It's okay, bet. ”

"No remorse?"

"No remorse. Marshall's voice was filled with irrepressible excitement.

He spread the cards on the table, lined them up in a very neat line, and then, with a sly smile, turned over the first card: "Look, this is an ace." ”

After a pause, another one was opened: "Hey, this one is also A." ”

"So, get ready to spend it Allen - the last one is still an A. ”

Marshall's face was particularly bright and enthusiastic.

Then Allen directly turned over all the cards in his hand, 2, 3, 5.

"Don't play mysterious, remember to get dressed and pick up people tomorrow night - let's go, let's eat!"

"Alan, didn't you say your cards are particularly big?" Marshall's voice was full of grief, as if he had waited hard for a night of updating and clicked on the red dot but found the three words of the leave note...

"Isn't it older than you?" Alan didn't look back, his tone full of sighs for the young man's ignorance.

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Next to the carriage that dragged the students into the school, a group of prefects in fancy clothes looked at the students with torches, and their expressions were still not allowed to smile as Alan had requested.

"Line up and get into the carriage, don't mess up, come by age, and the senior classmates take a picture in the back. Forcibly maintaining a non-smiling face and matching the logo on his clothes, under the illumination of the flames of the torches, it looked extremely weird, and many young wizards in the first and second grades even had a red feeling in their eyes.

And just as a group of prefects were scaring the junior students, in the Great Hall of Hogwarts, Marshall's eyes were full of despair for life.

His hair was lengthened by witchcraft, neatly tied, and his girlfriend had put on a light makeup on his face - even Marshall himself didn't expect that after his ninja was ashamed to say that he had lost the bet, his girlfriend would be so happy to help him get his clothes ready, change the size with magic, and even help him put on a light makeup.

"Alan, our brothers have something to discuss, I've got my clothes on here, and I've seen it by that group of girls, and the boys have also seen it, don't show it in front of that group of junior students, right?"

"Of course—no!"

Allen had a natural expression on his face - just now when the group was dealing with the magic F on their clothes, Marshall, the kid, was still holding his girlfriend's hand and showing off women's clothes shyly, and this kind of behavior of sprinkling dog food regardless of the occasion is not curbed.

"Okay, while the prefects are busy welcoming the new students, what you're doing now is fulfilling the duties of a prefect, man, it's rare that Professor Sprout has agreed to let you be on an errand for a short night, you have to learn to seize the opportunity!" Alan patted Marshall on the shoulder and said earnestly, "The prefects are helping to decorate the auditorium, it's not okay to be idle here, come on, don't let people think that our Hufflepuff prefects are lazy." ”

"But that's the girls' job!"

"Of course, it's not my job for you to take over - I'm going to see Peeves, and if it's going to make big news today, I'll have to go to Professor McGonagall's office for at least half an hour of tea, that bastard elf really dares!" Allen waved his hand and said to Marshall, who had a look of conscience, "Come on, see you back, man!"

However, just as Allen was about to leave in style, he was suddenly stopped by several people who came in a group, Marshall's girlfriend, Allen, and the female prefect of their upper level was the leader.

"Alan, let's make a bet. ”

？？？

What's the situation that this is a combination of dog food coming?

Marshall's eyes suddenly seemed to have met a savior, but the next words had nothing to do with Marshall - "You guessed it right, we girls wear that F logo together, if you lose, you can hold a bouquet of roses and sell flowers." ”

She took out a Galleon and lit it up, then put it away.

"Okay, bet on it. ”

The golden Garon drew a particularly beautiful arc in the air, and then he was caught and put in front of Eren with his hands together.

"Guess when. ”