The last dinner of this school year was as rich as ever.

The auditorium is covered with sky blue decorations, which represents Ravenclaw, who won the Academy Cup for four consecutive years.

There was no surprise or any objection. After all, since Hagrid's first class, the Kitty Hawks seized the opportunity to start scoring points.

They have always been in a far-reaching lead.

With the addition of the Quidditch Cup, even Hufflepuff, who is second-placed, has no threat at all.

Professor Flevy smiled so hard that he couldn't stop, holding a big wine glass, and each teacher persuaded him to drink.

It seems that no one will be drunk tonight, but he will not be able to give him face.

Hagrid was not happy at this time. He patted his big belly. The cup was not satisfied and he filled it one bucket after another.

Compared to drinking, he has never been afraid of anyone.

Especially beer, as long as he is not allowed to go to the bathroom, he can drink all the professors alone!

And Professor Trelawney... Her racial talent is all about Sherry's wine. Nothing else is good.

Professor Snape had a cold face, stretched out his long tongue, and curled up a small mouthful of brandy.

He shook his greasy hair again and sorted out his hairstyle.

Elegant and noble. Perfect Heir to the Snake House!

Even Slytherin was alive, he had to give a thumbs up and a wand to the image of the Serpent House dean, and praised him: "Avadassaudi!"

Snape obviously didn't care about this. He shook the potion in his hand, thinking about who to give it to.

When preparing for the dinner, I gave Lupin a small surprise. Unexpectedly, he quit his job and ran away.

After all, my colleagues have been a year, and I don’t even say hello... The wizard from Gryffindor is so unqualified!

Snape began to darken his academy in his mind again.

He shook his wine glass, glanced at Professor Flevy, who was as beautiful as a peach blossom, and sighed softly.

He muttered in a low voice:

"Nine consecutive championships...Nine consecutive championships..."

If it weren't for Ravenclaw, Slytherin would have won nine consecutive championships this year!

He said this sentence every year at dinner, and he would say it for four years. Professor McGonagall, who was beside him, had a calluse in his ears.

Her face was not very good, and she pursed her lips tightly. Professor Snape mentioned it once a year. Isn't this disgusting?

Ravenclaw won four consecutive championships, and Slytherin won five consecutive championships earlier... Isn't it really deliberately reminding her that Gryffindor has not won for nine years?!

Forget it if you don’t have a crown for nine years... What McGonagall is the most unbearable, Gryffindor has created a brand new history!

They are the only college that has reached the top in reverse with negative scores!

And that score is more than Lavenclaw and Hufflepuff combined.

If you block the road of future generations, how can you let others surpass them?

This gave Dumbledore no chance to operate in a secret case.

Unless he is crazy, he gives Harry a thousand points. But there is no reason at all.

If you want to add it, it will be for William and Hermione to add it.

shame!

I won’t say it anymore, it’s all in the wine. Professor McGonagall drank a full glass of sad wine.

If this continues next semester, she will find a chance to kick Harry and Ron to Ravenclaw!!

Let's go, take two little ancestors to another college to cause trouble.

Professor McGonagall wants to live a few more years, and it is best to make Ravenclaw the fourth place, which is really Merlin's blessing.

In this regard, she still trusts Harry and Ron more.

However, when I thought about the Quidditch World Cup during the summer vacation, I became excited again.

Betting on football is always the fastest way to make money, and she can continue to earn a wave of pensions.

"Hermione, I'm not betting on football, but earning...pension!"

Gryffindor College dining table,

William, who had lost his way here for some reason, expressed Professor McGonagall's voice.

Several Gryffindor little witches who were trying to eavesdrop on their conversation were also slightly squinted.

This was the first time they heard that they were talking about betting on football so fresh and refined.

He is worthy of being a genius of Ravenclaw.

Love, love!

"No!" Hermione raised her pointed chin and said with a playful look of "Believe in you, I'm just a fool" and said:

"Don't try to take Gallon to bet on football, I won't give you the key to the vault.

Be careful, I tell Aunt Leanna!”

She moved out of the ultimate backer.

"No, not..." William waved his hand quickly.

He didn't want to be thrown into the laboratory by Leanna and handed over to graduate students for autopsy.

"Think about it, Hermione." William whispered, "I want to open a physical store in Hogsmeade during the summer vacation. Do you need funds?

Can you advertise in the World Cup without money? Look at Foggy's greedy appearance."

Hermione stuffed a small bun into her mouth, her cheeks bulging, and she held up dimples, and she hummed in a vague way:

"You're talking so much that I won't let you go...bet football!"

She closed her eyes and turned her head fiercely.

William said with regret: "It doesn't matter whether you make money or not. I'm not interested in money.

The key is that I want to save the domestic elves, I want to improve their treatment, and increase the salary of the witch's urgent delivery.

But, I don’t have enough Galone… I hate it so much!

but……"

Hermione opened one eye and glanced at William.

“Now there is a good opportunity to make money and a good time to reshuffle social wealth.

With the gold of the goblins, we can quickly improve the treatment of the elves. Don’t you want to improve their living environment?"

Hermione's eyes lit up and she was slightly moved.

She hesitated for a moment, but still nervously approached William's ear and asked worriedly:

"We won't pay it, right? We saved that little money, and I don't want to pay it all..."

"No, there is Nico's prediction... He is professional in betting on football." William couldn't help laughing.

"Okay..." Hermione snorted proudly with her hands crossed her chest.

"Let me think about it again!"

"Of course." William put his arm on Hermione's shoulder and gently hugged her:

"Come on, work hard to ban the cruel abuse of our magical creature friends and improve their living environment!"

Hermione's mouth curled up, she raised her butterbeer and touched him a lightly.

It made a collision sound of Bilibili.

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...

Before we knew it, everyone's wardrobe was empty and everything was put into the suitcase.

The notice was sent to every student, warning them not to use magic during the holidays.

The next day, everyone boarded the Hogwarts Express.

William and his group occupied a large private room.

During this period, Malfoy came to Harry again. He did not interrupt for three consecutive years!

Perseverance is commendable!

Malfoy seemed very happy without seeing Ron.

Harry and Ron have always been like conjoined babies, which makes Malfoy very upset.

It was me, it was me who came first, obviously... Whether it was getting to know Porter or the accidental kiss on the train.

I'll never forgive Weasley for doing such a mean act!
To be continued...