In the evening, while in the Great Hall, Hermione finished her meal as fast as she could.

Then he rolled up the bacon and black pudding for William, and put the fried egg on his plate.

A gentle little daughter-in-law's style.

William was slightly awe-struck, but still enjoyed Hermione's intimate service with peace of mind.

It would be better if you wore a maid outfit...... While he was eating, he was thinking about all kinds of nonsense.

When she was half-eaten and half-full, Hermione suddenly smiled and asked:

"Are those fried snails cute?"

“……”

Look at the chili sauce on the bacon, the tomato sauce on the meat and eggs, and the slimy pumpkin juice...... The maid pretended to be gone, and William's mind was full of pictures of fried tail snails swallowing feces.

Hermione was still chattering, describing the appearance of the snail.

The sense of picture is getting stronger and stronger.

William covered his mouth, holding back to keep himself from throwing up.

He said helplessly, "Hermione, please don't say any more." ”

She narrowed her eyes slightly, raised her chin slightly, and smiled softly:

"Anyway, I've already eaten well, don't be afraid, I said mine, you just eat yours.

By the way, those fried tail snails are really cute.

I'll ask Hagrid for one tomorrow, and when I'm eating, I'll let him serve you food. ”

William made a gesture to tap her forehead with her fingers, and she tilted her face back and muttered the fried snails and crunch.

The corners of William's mouth twitched, and then he used brain occlusion to quickly empty his head, otherwise he would really vomit.

This is a war without gunpowder, decide whether to eliminate the fried tail snail or not!

In fact, the two of them knew that the focus was no longer about the fried tail snail...... They were making a bet on who would be the first to surrender.

This intimate game, which is limited to between two people, has been played several times.

The loser must agree to any of the winners' conditions.

Last year's bet: Will Hermione be able to score more than 10 points in the Ancient Magic Scripts class.

William is a professor of ancient magic scripts, and even the field is his, so Hermione is naturally defeated.

This year, a new bet has begun: whether to kill the fried tail snails.

Of course, Hermione wanted to kill the snail and nip the danger in the bud. William was going to be on the other side, thinking that he should keep them.

Of course, if the fried tail snail is raised to death, William loses.

Therefore, no matter how disgusting it is, William has to grit his teeth and insist, and he can't promise to destroy the fried tail snail!

As long as he wins, he can ask Hermione to dress him in a maid outfit on Christmas night.

If you lose......

God knows what weird demands Hermione would make. Anyway, his request last year was very "bold" and "excessive"!

Looking at Hermione's eager look, it seemed that she wanted to double down on her 'revenge'.

"What's so cute?"

Anne, with her two ponytails, walked over quickly, holding a large bloated orange cat in her arms.

She sat down between the two of them, forcibly separated them.

Luna and Ginny sat down on either side.

Hermione glared at Anne and ** Tea, and seemed a little annoyed, and she blocked her.

**Tea looked innocent, it was just rubbing snacks when it was forcibly taken away by Anne.

Since William cut off the snacks of **tea, it was boring, so he had to start his career selling cute dried fish.

Five packs of small dried fish, you can touch it for 30 seconds, and you have to queue up if you want to add the clock; If you want to hug it, or stay overnight, you need to add money!

If it doesn't have enough snacks to replenish its strength, how can it have the strength to run and sprint in the castle with Lady Loris?

Facing Hermione's eyes, Anne directly ignored it, and the little girl gently pulled the neck of the big orange cat in her arms, looked up and asked:

"What were you two talking about?"

"You'll find out when you've taken a lesson in protecting magical beasts." Hermione smirked.

"The whelk is your brother's favorite animal, isn't it, William?"

William felt like throwing up again.

But for the sake of the maid outfit, no matter how hard and tired you are, you have to grit your teeth and persevere!

"Okay." Anne took out her textbook and began to write her homework.

"Divination class?" Hermione wondered, "Who is predicting to die this year?" ”

The little wizard in the third year can choose a class.

As a repertoire for new students each year, Professor Trelawney announces the death of a student.

Then, she will also use Tianmu to "predict" a wave of flu from grade to grade.

In so many grades, there is always the right one.

Anne opened the book "Clearing the Fog and Looking at the Future", shook her head and said, "I didn't say it explicitly...... She was vague that the Triwizard Tournament would kill the students. ”

“……”

What do you mean by this prediction...... If you follow the past games, it really can't be outrageous.

In the most recent tournament, in 1792:

A chicken-bodied, snake-tailed monster went on a rampage, injuring all three principals and killing several spectators.

Anne took out the cup and tea leaves and poured water into the cups.

After drinking the tea, shake the tea residue three times with your left hand, then flip the teacup over and buckle it onto the teacup holder.

She squinted, observing the shape of the tea pomace.

"Seeing the shape of the Thunderbird, my Silver Wing may come back to me." Anne predicted to herself.

After predicting her own fate, she helped others predict it.

"Seeing the fire dragon means that there will be an accident in the Triwizard Tournament.

Not...... Durmstrang may have died a hundred students...... Their headmaster would also be injured. ”

“……”

Hogwarts is her own school, and Anne knows Fleur of Beauxbatons.

These two schools are not easy to arrange, so her goal is to find Durmstrang.

Soon, one shocking prophecy after another was written by Anne.

Judging from the prophecy alone, Durmstrang will probably be wiped out this time.

"Durmstrang has had enough disasters." Hermione laughed.

"But I did." Anne doesn't admit she's making it up.

"But, only adult wizards participate, how can Durmstrang bring more than a hundred students to participate." Hermione points out her mistake.

"Really?" Anne hurriedly looked down at her prophecy, "Then I'll change more than a hundred to a dozen." ”

"And you didn't make it up?" Hermione grinned.

Ginny interjected, "She just loves to watch this, it's the trick that George and Fred told us to get high scores." ”

William leaned over and glanced at Ginny's prophecy.

Good guys, predictions about themselves, it's all good.

Prophecies about others:

On Monday, Ron fell overboard, and Harry picked up five Galleons;

On Tuesday, Ron's cauldron blew up and he was locked up, and Harry was complimented by Professor Snape;

On Wednesday, Ron was criticized by McGonagall, and Harry received extra points from Professor McGonagall.

Ah......h

Is Ginny changing her life against the odds, absorbing Ron's luck and replenishing it for Harry?

The more William watched, the more terrified he became.

Or Luna's prophecy is interesting, either the largemouth is found, or the harasser is caught.

At this point, Hermione and Annie were fighting again.

Anne was writing that Hermione would encounter a fire dragon and then get her hair burned.

The little girl wanted to run after writing, and as soon as she took a step, Hermione, who was angry, grabbed a ponytail and gently dragged it back to its original position.

Anne wrinkled her little face and said pitifully, "Can't I change it?" Just change it to an older brother. ”

William: "......"

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