Chapter 35: Bellow letter and gift

　　Of course, this is just a small episode. After all, it is so noisy around and it is normal to hear it, although it is not the reason for Malfoy.
　　 "You missed the branch ceremony, which is a pity." Malfoy shrugged.
　　 "Anyway, I don't care about these anymore, so I'm going to go to these colleges." Pan Xi was not so concerned about the situation of the branch.
　　 "Oh, how did you come back?" Malfoy asked curiously.
　　Pansi pointed upstairs, blinked and said, "Privilege is not limited to you."
Hogwarts' flyway network rarely connects to the outside world, just like some supercomputers in the Muggle world will not be connected to the Internet, so that it can completely prevent the invasion of foreign enemies, but there are always exceptions. This time Pansy should have been The principal agreed to remove the restrictions before using the flyway network.
　　 "Although it's fast, but it's really disgusting, I would rather take the train." As if thinking of the feeling of turning around at that time, Panxi's expression was tangled again.
　　 "Less frown, get old soon!" Malfoy patted her head lightly. Then he said, "Tomorrow I will give you a gift again, and I will work for half a holiday in Gu Ling Pavilion for it."
　　 "What is it?" Pansy's eyes sparkled, apparently looking forward to it.
　　 "Confidentiality."
　　 "Cut." Pansy turned her head, dissatisfied with the answer. "I won't let anyone down, give it." She said as she pulled out a beautiful little box from her pocket, and gave it to Malfoy as if unwillingly.
　　 "Thank you." Malfoy said. "Go to sleep if you feel dizzy, it really feels bad."
　　 "Well." Pansy nodded, apparently tired, and then walked to Slytherin's bed.
　　 It didn’t take long for the unbearable school song to end, which meant that all students should return to the lounge of their college or go directly to the bedroom.
　　 Malfoy went straight to Gryffindor's long table.
　　 "What is he doing here?" Hermione felt a skip in her heart.
　　 But Malfoy was not looking for her. He was standing in front of the two brothers of the Weasley family.
　　 "Yo, this is not the young master of the Malfoy family."
　　 "Are you trying to prank us?"
　　George and Fred brothers asked in a playful tone.
　　 "Make a deal." Malfoy said lightly.
"What deal?" The two brothers spoke in unison. Although the relationship between the two is not good, no one will have trouble with the money. Ron may. Maybe you can kill someone?
　　 "The more you make this thing, the better, this is the deposit." Malfoy handed them a list, and left some gold gallons, and left them quickly regardless of whether they agreed or not.
　　 "Cock roaring letter?" Fred glanced at the list and asked, "George, what's the use of this?"
　　 "I don't know." George shook his head. "Maybe this little master needs this to wake him up?" George thought he told a joke, but no one responded. He did not feel embarrassed, and then said happily: "But I know that our research funding is sufficient again."
　　 "Yes." Fred also squeezed his eyebrows, both brothers showed a smile of understanding, apparently the Weasley brothers with sufficient funds will make Hogwarts jump.
　　 "Talk is better than nothing, after all, it is not true, and it is only a foreign object." The departing Malfoy can only think of it, he has no mood to go to the common room, and went directly back to the bedroom.
As for the public lounge in Gryffindor, the majority of the students have not slept yet. After Ron and Harry entered, they led the atmosphere to a climax. Apparently their cases have been spread by various channels. In the ears of the students, maybe ghosts or ghosts.
　　 "My brother, how did you do it? You should call us back then." George asked.
　　 "I really think you can join our prank business, and we lack your creativity." Fred also said.
　　 Other people cheered Harry up, as if he had done something terrible.
　　 "Are you really flying?" Hermione interjected in, a little unbelievable and a little harsh, just like Professor McGonagall.
　　 "Don't give us classes." Ron said impatiently. "Anyway, we didn't deduct points from the college. It wasn't the start of school at that time."
　　 "This is not a question of deduction, do you know how dangerous it is." Hermione's voice rose loudly.
　　 "Okay, aren't we good?" Ron stretched out his arm and stomped his foot again, showing that he had no problem at all. Then he asked Harry again: "Right."
　　 "Ron, stop talking." Harry whispered, stab Ron with his hand, and tilted his head to the side. Ron immediately understood that his most boring brother came over, and it seemed that he had to scold them well. So they quickly made an excuse to return from the spiral staircase to their bedroom.
　　After they returned to the bedroom, they were warmly welcomed by their roommates. Neville looked at them with admiration. The two of them now felt that the punishment was nothing, and they were a little proud. Of course they didn't know that tomorrow morning there would be a rather terrifying shouting letter waiting for them.
The next morning, students from the four colleges had breakfast at their corresponding long tables. Bowls of porridge, plates of pickled herring, hill-shaped slices of bread and a plate of eggs and eggs were placed on the table. bacon.
　　 "I didn't expect more than me to be late." Pansy and Malfoy talked, and Malfoy told her about "the glorious deeds" of two people yesterday. "It seems that Gryffindor lost a lot of points as soon as the semester started. How much did they lose?" Pansy asked expectantly.
　　 "Uh, I didn't lose a point, our dean estimated to want to deduct it, but it is said that at that time, it was not considered to be school, and they were only closed for punishment." Malfoy was hard to understand why Pansy was so attached to the Academy Cup. "Disappointed." Pansy's mouth pouted, and he seemed dissatisfied with the ruling.
　　 "Let's watch a good show." Malfoy can only comfort her.
　　 "What a good show?" She didn't think anything interesting would happen in the auditorium.
　　 "Well, it will be staged immediately." Malfoy pointed to the owl flying into the auditorium. Hundreds of owls circled above, and finally divided into four dials to throw the letter and the parcel to the people who were talking.
　　 "Erol!" Ron shouted.
　　 Perhaps it was because of the anger of too many masters at home that caused the trance. The owl did not find the right place, and plunged into Hermione's jug. Milk and feathers splashed on them. Ron had no choice but to lift the wet owl with his paws. Errol collapsed on the table, his legs stretched out into the air, and a wet red envelope was in his mouth.
　　Even if he didn't want to open it, but thought of the possible worse result, Ron tore him apart.
　　The people around were almost at the moment when the letter opened, and they plugged their ears with their fingers. The huge noise filled the entire auditorium and shattered the dust from the ceiling.
Harry could not have imagined that the gentle and dear Mrs. Weasley was so terrible when she started the fire. Her voice was a hundred times more than usual. The dishes and spoons on the table were loud and the echoes on the four stone walls were deafening. . All the people in the auditorium turned to see who had received the roaring letter. Except for Malfoy and Pansy, they had turned their heads long ago. Ron shrunk in his chair, and he could only see a red forehead, Harry Sitting dumbly and staring at the opposite.
　　 "Oh dear Ginny, congratulations on entering Gryffindor. My father and I are proud of you." At the end, the temperature of the whispered letter calmed down, and then the smoke rose and burned.
　　Ginny lowered her head, it seemed that she was ashamed.
Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw only had a few students laughing secretly with their mouths covered. As for Slytherin’s laughter, almost all of them were almost as loud as Mrs. Weasley’s, and Pansy laughed. Tears are coming out ~EbookFREE.me~ and don't forget to ask: "How do you know there are good shows?"
　　 "According to their standard of living, a car is scrapped, what do you think will happen?" Malfoy asked Pansy.
"Okay, it seems that I can't understand the life of the poor." Pan Xi gradually suppressed his laughter, as if realizing that this was not a lady at all, and then spread out his hands and asked, "Say good gift for me What about?"
　　 "I knew you were thinking about it." Malfoy smiled and took out a beautifully packed box and handed it to her.
　　 "Can I take it apart?" Pan Xi was eager to try. In fact, this sentence is also superfluous.
　　 "Of course." Malfoy made a please gesture.
Pansy tore open the package, and there was a simple golden thief in the box. It was gray rather than gold. Time left too many traces on it, and the original metallic luster disappeared. Too.
　　Pansi covered her mouth widened with surprise with both hands, because this gift was so surprising, she then asked: "Can it fly?"
"Of course, but we may have to go to a small place, otherwise it will not be easy to fly away." In order to repair this thing, Malfoy took the time to go to the Bojinbok store, to be honest, Sometimes it is indeed much more expensive to repair a thing than it is. Although the goblin is very generous to Malfoy who has given them great help, Malfoy who bought the broom and this gift is almost breezy.
　　 "Thank you." Pan Xi thanked with a blush.
"This is not your style." Malfoy said narrowly~EbookFREE.me~Welcome book readers to read, the latest, fastest and hottest serial works are all in ~EbookFREE.me~Mobile phone users please To read.