"Dragon, Professor Dragon!"

As soon as Malfoy got up from the ground, his eyes widened in horror. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"What, Dragon, Professor Dragon, he, he's the Eastern God of Killing who killed werewolves and trolls!"

Hearing Malfoy's exclamation, Crabbe, Goyle instantly forgot the screams and was stunned!

As the so-called shadow of the famous tree of people, after experiencing the attack of the train werewolf and the attack of the troll in the martial arts class, Zhang Long's fame can be said to have spread throughout the Hogwarts wizarding world.

Those who like him call him a hero from the East, and those who hate him think that he is a killing god from the East.

Zhang Long's figure flickered, and he instantly appeared in front of Malfoy, staring at him coldly.

"Apologies to Hermione."

Glared at by Zhang Long's murderous eyes, Malfoy shuddered involuntarily, feeling that his whole person had fallen into hell.

"No, it can't be, my noble Malfoy won't apologize to the inferior Mudbloods!"

Malfoy shuddered and took out his wand, as if he wanted to borrow the weapon in his hand to give himself courage, but unfortunately it was useless, and his legs still involuntarily fell backwards.

"You, you, what do you want to do, you, don't come here, my dad is ......"

Syllable!

A crisp slap sounded, and the right side of Malfoy's face quickly became red and swollen.

"You, how dare you ......"

Syllable!

There was another crisp sound, and Malfoy's mouthful of blood mist erupted, and the left side of his face quickly became red and swollen, and the two front teeth directly collapsed.

"Ah, bastard, I'll fight with you......"

Syllable!

Another slap, Malfoy's body spun five or six times like a spinning top, and fell to the ground with a thud.

"Woo woo, don't fight, don't fight, I apologize, can't I apologize......"

Malfoy staggered to his feet, came up to Hermione, lowered his swollen pig-headed head, and grinned, "Yes, I'm sorry. ”

Zhang Long: "Haven't you eaten, be louder!" ”

Malfoy shuddered, shuddered, and said loudly, "I'm sorry." ”

After finishing speaking, he turned his head and looked at Zhang Long.

"Get out!"

Zhang Long said coldly.

As if they had been pardoned, the three of Malfoy supported each other and staggered away.

Wow!

The applause was thunderous, and the surrounding onlookers who ate melons applauded one after another.

"Dragon, well done."

"Good lesson, these guys who pride themselves on being noble, but they are full of feces, just don't clean up!"

……

"Hermione, you're alright."

Zhang Long walked back.

"Thank you, Dragon, I'm fine, but I'm afraid you've offended Malfoy today, I'm afraid ......"

When Zhang Long taught Malfoy and the three of them a lesson, Hermione had already cast a new charm on herself, cleaning up all the slimy juice and ice cream on her body.

"Don't worry, since I dare to offend him, Malfoy is not afraid of his revenge."

Looking at the girl with a worried look in her eyes, Zhang Long almost subconsciously raised his hand and gave her a head touch.

Hermione looked at Zhang Long blankly, and at that moment, it seemed that a strange electric current was directed from Zhang Long's hand, stirring all over her body.

Hermione's strange appearance, Zhang Long didn't notice, he came to the counter, put down a hundred gold gallons, and said, "Mr. Flolin, I'm really sorry to have soiled your shop." ”

"Mr. Long, don't need so much, please take it back."

"The money you give out is the water you spill, Mr. Flolin, do you look down on me?"

Zhang Long's face sank and said coldly.

"No, it's not ......"

Mr. Floring almost cried, but looked at Hermione with a pleading look in his eyes, and said, "Miss Granger, this ......"

"Ahh Mr. Flolin, what did you just say? ”

Hermione came to her senses, blushing hot.

"Miss Granger, look at this ......"

Hermione glanced at the small pile of gold galleons on the counter, then glanced at Zhang Long secretly, and said with a red face: "Mr. Flolin, since the dragon gave it to you, you can take it!" ”

"Well, well."

Florin put away the golden gallons and remade new juice and ice cream for Zhang and Long.

When leaving, Florin also gave each of them a VIP membership card.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Martial Arts Minister's Office.

The void twisted, and the figures of Zhang Long and Hermione slowly appeared.

"Gott~"

Zhang Long stepped in front of the trash can and retched.

"Dragon, you're alright!"

Hermione walked over and patted him on the back.

"I'm fine, just get used to it."

Zhang Long said, got up and sat down behind the desk, opened the drawer, and pulled out a test paper from the inside.

"Hermione, are you ready, you only have half an hour to answer the question."

"Dragon, I'm ready."

Zhang Long nodded, handed over the test paper and quill, and at the same time turned the magic hourglass on the table upside down and started the timer.

It is said to be a test paper, but it is actually a classical Chinese essay.

All Hermione needed to do was translate classical Chinese into the vernacular.

After all, the internal strength and mental methods are all written in classical Chinese, and if you want to cultivate internal strength, you must learn to read classical Chinese.

Time passed, and half an hour passed quickly.

"Hermione, it's time."

"Okay."

Hermione checked the test paper and handed it to Long Zhang.

Zhang Long took out the correct translation and began to check and correct.

Listening to the rustle of quill pens on the test papers, Hermione grabbed the corner of her robe with her small hands restlessly, nervously waiting for the final results.

"It's done."

"How's it going, Dragon, am I qualified?"

Zhang Long glanced at the girl who was obviously a little cramped and uneasy, and put down the quill with an expressionless face.

"No, haven't you been?"

Seeing this, Hermione said a little lost.

Zhang Long didn't speak, opened the drawer, took out a thread-bound book and put it in front of Hermione.

"Quan, Quanzhen Zhenfa Improved Version!"

Hermione's eyes widened, and she was stunned for two seconds before she reacted, and said excitedly, "Dragon, I, I ......"

"Yes, Hermione, you got a 71 and you passed."

Zhang Long said with a smile.

"Ah, dragon, you are so bad that you lied to me."

Hermione cried and laughed, tears came out, her little hands clenched her fists, pounced, and beat Zhang Long all the time.

The girl's hand is quite strong, and it hurts to hit her body.

"Spare my life, Hermione, I was wrong, I shouldn't have lied to you."

Zhang Long was not a masochist, and hurriedly grabbed Hermione's hand, and it was only then that Hermione realized that her movements were a little too ambiguous.

The little hand was grabbed by Zhang Long's big hand, and the whole person almost threw himself into Zhang Long's arms, and his delicate face was less than five centimeters away from Zhang Long's face.

For a moment, Hermione felt her mind go blank, her body stiffened, and she was stunned.

Looking at the white and delicate face in front of him, as well as the ruddy and plump, fleshy lips, and the faint fragrance emanating from the girl's body between his nose, Zhang Long felt that his throat was a little dry.

The thumbs of both hands almost instinctively rubbed the back of Hermione's hand twice, and it felt soft and smooth to the touch, as if it were soft and boneless.

Hermione, like a frightened bunny, came back to her senses in an instant, her delicate face crawling with a flush, and hurriedly got up and pulled her hand back.

"Dragon, that me, I have to go to class."

Hermione said, grabbing the thread cheats on the table, and running out like a bunny.

When Zhang Long came back to his senses, the girl had already left, leaving only a faint fragrance in the air.

"She's such a cute girl!"

Zhang Long rubbed his thumb gently, and seemed to be able to feel the smooth skin on the back of Hermione's hand.

Generally speaking, if a woman does not alike a man touching the back of her hand, then she is probably already interested in a man.

Women's hands are much more sensitive than men's, especially the one between the thumb and forefinger, and men can judge a woman's senses about herself based on the touch.

Although Zhang Long's movements were abrupt, Hermione's reaction was enough to explain everything.

"Okay, it's time to get down to business after flirting with my sister."

Zhang Long thought about taking out his mobile phone and entering the mutual aid group. (To be continued.) )