Vol 2 Chapter 778: Dragon egg

"My dear, good evening, you are much later than Albert and I." Furong was dressed in a neat and gorgeous chiffon evening dress. She looked gorgeous at this moment like the goddess of love and beauty in Roman mythology. Nass, she walked towards Hermione with the back of her hand over her mouth and giggled a little exaggeratedly, "Guess what I saw before? A witch of poor taste, with big big diamonds and a pink green low-cut skirt. "Decorate" myself, it looks like a Christmas tree."
Using the racial talent brought by blood, Furong's smile at this time was shining, attracting many people's attention.
Hermione saw Fleur pretending not to see Annette Popin, but the clothes she described were exactly the same as those she was wearing today.
Pobin frowned, straightened his back a little embarrassedly and coughed.
"Oh, I'm really sorry, I didn't notice that you were here." Furong performed a polite manner, but her tone and expression were not at all sorry. "I hope there will be some dinner party in a few years. I met you here, especially when our Granger boss plans to lower the average market price of potions...that must be very interesting."
"Furong, I think the current potion prices in the wizarding world are still quite high. I think it is not enough to adjust some. This should be our long-term goal for the umbrella." Hermione understands the irony of Albert's fiancee. Meaning, she also joined in, as if she hadn’t seen Annette Popin’s clothes, she was a little unnaturally mimicking Furong, covering her mouth with the back of her hand and smiling, "At that time, the one you just met It is estimated that the diamonds on the green dress of the lady are gone, which at least helps her to improve her taste a little bit."
Although Hermione's imitation of Fleur seemed a bit stiff and awkward, Annette Popin couldn't help it anymore. She snorted in annoyance, holding her wine glass and stayed away from the two little witches who sang and sang.
"Well said, Hermione! Have a throat moisturizer?" Neville walked over cautiously with two glasses of wine in a white dress with a stand-up collar and golden buttons, a little stain left from his pure white waiter uniform. Let’s see that he has knocked over once or several times...
"Neville?" Hermione looked at her classmate Neville in astonishment, but Professor Slughorn had been appointed as a waiter.
"I didn't get into the slug club." Neville didn't seem to care. "But Flig was even more unlucky. He was placed in the toilet by the professor and handed towels to others."
After getting rid of another adult wizard who deliberately came to talk to him because of his reputation as a savior, Harry finally had a moment of free time, when a student attendant dressed in the same costume as Neville was carrying a plate of crimson meatballs. Standing in front of him, he pushed the plate in Harry's direction, "Harry, come some dragon meatballs?"
Harry realized with some embarrassment that he hadn't recognized the classmate who called him by name instead of the last name. He looked at the round food on the plate with excuses and wrinkled his nose: "Uh... no thanks."
"Yes, it's too heavy to breathe after eating this stuff." The attendant nodded very understandingly. "It happened that a couple of men and women vomited after kissing under the mistletoe."
"I changed my mind." Harry took the plate from the waiter's hand directly. He stuffed a few into his mouth one after another, chewed a few times and swallowed it. Harry felt that the wizards now As long as you smell your own breath, you don't want to talk to yourself.
"Potter, what's this? Are you delicious? Is it delicious?" Cormick McLagen leaned over in a well-dressed dress with his big back, and he saw Harry gobble it up from Harry's hand. A few meatballs were picked up on the plate and thrown into his mouth.
"The hostess is so beautiful, much more beautiful than it looks on TV, and your friend Miss Know-How is dressed much better today than usual. I knew I knew her before Professor Harris. , It’s a pity, I’m the man she can’t get in her life.
Komak swallowed the meatballs and teased him, grabbed a few of them and threw them into his mouth, muttering that he couldn’t say whether he was praising Fleur Hermione or Boasting meatballs, "It's so exciting."
Harry looked down at the meatballs that were rolling because of the tilt of the plate due to the force of his hand. Cormac's unobstructed pointing to his good friend made him very upset. Not only that, but he also likes to be casual on the court. Giving orders, passing his captain's random command, Harry pushed his glasses and pressed his feet slowly and the carpet.
"You are here yourself, why didn't you see Ron Weasley?" Komack stared at Hermione with half-squinted eyes, and said to himself, "That red-haired boy was not invited by Professor Slughorn? This is a matter of course, Harry, maybe you should change to a cooler friend."
Harry suddenly looked up and wanted to buckle the pan of dragon meatballs on the opponent's stupid head, but he also happened to see Snape standing behind Comac and approaching here with a gloomy face, this one in front of him. He didn't want to socialize with the two of them, and Harry pushed the plate in his hand to Cormac, turned and wanted to leave.
"By the way, Harry, what am I eating?" Cormac asked when Harry turned around, pinching a meatball, and putting it in his mouth.
"Dragon ♂ egg ♂ egg."
Komak was stunned when he heard the words and chewed twice unconsciously. He suddenly turned around and leaned over and vomited out all the food in his stomach that was astonished before. On the crotch of Professor Snape who was standing behind him, and then began to flow down the trouser legs.
Hearing the sound of vomiting behind him, Harry turned his head and saw Snape's state of embarrassed and suppressed anger in his eyes. The pale face under Snape's greasy hair was taut and his body was tight. The black robe was stained with red flesh, yellow and white mucus...
Cormac looked up at this familiar dress style with a nervous look, and after seeing that the wizard in front of him was indeed the one he was worried about, his eyes froze and froze in place.
Harry trembled his upper body lightly, couldn't help but laugh, and immediately held back. He lowered his head and raised his mouth, bulged his cheeks, forcibly suppressing his nausea and smile, he planned to leave quickly, but Nep's cold voice immediately reached his ears: "Don't go so fast, Potter."
Harry had to stop and turn around.
Snape's gloomy face rose slightly, holding his breath, and his voice was cold: "You just won yourself a month of confinement, McLagen."
No longer looking at Comac, who was looking frustrated, Snape walked over to Harry who was standing still.
Harry watched such a dirty and embarrassed Snape approach. Not only did he lose the feeling of wanting to laugh, but the feeling of nausea and resistance in his heart became more and more serious. He turned his head to look for Ginny's trace, and he didn't want to be there. Looking at Snape who made his heart and stomach feel uncomfortable: "I think I should go back to find my female partner."
"You stay with me for a minute or two, and she won't die." Snape's voice seemed to be squeezing through his teeth, and Harry had to turn his head helplessly to listen to Snape's words, "Furthermore, I'm just here to pass on. A message."
"Message?" Harry raised his head and asked questioningly. There was only one person who could let Snape send a message to himself-Albus Dumbledore.
"Dumbledore asked me to say hello on his behalf and wish you a happy'party'. You know he is out of school and will not come back until the end of the Christmas holidays." Snape stared coldly at Harry's green pupils.
"Out of school? Where are you going?" Harry blurted out his concern for Dumbledore, forgetting that this man in front of him was Snape who hated him most, so how could he care about him.
Snape paused slightly, with an arrogant look on his face, he didn't answer Potter's question. He just pulled out his wand and pointed to his robe and used it silently to clean it up. Then, his straight body turned and walked to the other side of the field.
Harry picked up a drink on the tray of the passing student attendant, took a big sip to suppress the strong breath that began to erupt from the dragon meatballs, and then his attention was replaced by his concern for Dumbledore, but he Knowing that he couldn't learn from Snape what the other party didn't want him to know, Harry, who was worried, could only stare at Snape's old bat-like back with a bit of hatred~EbookFREE.me~Snape He didn't walk as he used to, with his robe sleeves tumbling, and his awe-inspiring awe-inspiring. His back was straight, but the direction he was going caused Harry to put down his glass and squinted his eyes and followed quietly.
"Miss Parkinson, you are here." Snape walked to a corner of Slughorn's office. A red chair was in the dark shadow of the corner. Pansy Parkinson stood up when he heard the words. When she opened her mouth and wanted to say something, Snape raised his hand to stop her, glanced diagonally outside and walked in.
Harry noticed Snape's gaze and looked in that direction. Draco Malfoy, dressed in a dark green suit, was holding a wine glass and chatting with Allen.
Following the noise in the banquet hall, Harry successfully used his immature sneak skills to quietly approach the corner where Snape and Pansy were, took out his wand and pointed the tip of the wand at the thick pair of Slytherin teachers and students. The head was close to his ear.
"Idiot, if you hide so obviously, it will attract the attention of others. Take part in the banquet generously. Don't make any more mistakes. If you cause yourself to be expelled, your mission will be judged as a failure." Snape lowered his voice. "If Alan Harris really wants to know something from your little head, it's useless where you hide. He is not at a level below the master. He can know if he wants to."
"Professor, Draco and Professor Alan Harris were talking, so I hid under the pretext of applying makeup." Pansy was a little aggrieved, but she didn't dare to tell each other part of the fact that Emily already knew.
Snape's voice was cold and shocking: "Put away your clumsy and stupid little tricks, and don't make any more arbitrary shots. Dumbledore has left Hogwarts."