In the evening, when she was in the auditorium, Hermione finished her meal as fast as possible.

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

A gentle little wife style.

William was slightly aware, but he still enjoyed Hermione's caring service with peace of mind.

It would be even better if he wore a maid outfit... He was having a meal while thinking about it all.

When she was half full, Hermione suddenly asked with a smile:

“Are those frying tail snails cute?”

“…”

Looking at the chili sauce on the bacon, the tomato sauce on the meat eggs, and the sticky pumpkin juice... The maid's outfit was 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 picture feels getting stronger and stronger.

William covered his mouth and forced himself to not let him spit it out.

He said helplessly: "Hermione, please stop talking."

She narrowed her eyes slightly, raised her chin gently, and laughed softly:

"Anyway, I've already had a good meal, so I'm not afraid. I'll say mine, you'll just eat yours.

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

I'll ask Hagrid for one tomorrow and let it serve you when I'm having a meal."

William made a gesture to hit her forehead. She raised her face and muttered the snails, which were crispy.

William's mouth twitched, and then he used brain closure surgery to quickly clear his head, otherwise he would really vomit.

This is a war without gunpowder, and it decides whether to eliminate the tail snail!

In fact, the two knew it well that the focus was nothing to do with the tail snails... They were making a bet to bet who would surrender first.

This kind of private game is limited to two people, and they have played it several times.

Those who lose the bet must agree to any condition for the winner.

Last year's bet: Can Hermione get more than tens in the ancient magical text class?

William was an ancient demonic professor, and even the scene was his, so Hermione was naturally defeated.

This year, a new bet has begun: whether to kill the snail.

Of course, Hermione wanted to kill the snails and eliminate the danger in the bud. William had to stand on the other side, thinking that he should keep them.

Of course, if the tail snail was raised to death, William would be considered to be the loss.

So, no matter how disgusting William has to grit his teeth and persevere, and cannot agree to eliminate the snails!

As long as he wins, he can make a request to let Hermione wear him maid outfit on Christmas night.

If you lose...

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

Looking at Hermione's eagerness to try, she seemed to want to double her "revenge" back.

"What's cute?"

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

She sat down between the two and separated them.

Luna and Ginny sat down on both sides.

Hermione glared at Anne and Cha, seemingly annoyed, and she blocked her.

**Chat looked innocent. It was just taking snacks when Anne was forcibly taking away.

Since William cut off his snacks for tea, Meowen was bored and had to start his career of being cute and drying small fish.

Five packs of dried fish can be touched for 30 seconds. If you want to add a clock, you have to queue up; if you want to hold it or stay at night, you have to add extra money!

If there are not enough snacks to supplement the energy, how can it have the strength to run and sprint in the castle with Mrs. Loris?

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

"What are you two just talking about?"

"You will know when you take the magical beast class to protect." Hermione smiled wickedly.

"The tail snail is your brother's favorite animal, right, William?"

William felt like he wanted to vomit again.

However, for the sake of maid outfits, no matter how hard or tired you are, you must grit your teeth and persevere!

"Okay." Annie took out her textbook and started doing her homework.

"Divine lesson?" Hermione curiously said: "Who is predicting death this year?"

The third-grade little wizard can choose courses.

As a retention program for freshmen every year, Professor Trelawney announces the death of a student.

Then, she would use Tianmu to "predict" a wave of influenza one by one.

At so many years, there is always someone who is right.

Anne opened the book "Putting the Misty to See the Future", shook her head and said, "No explicit statement... She said vaguely that the students will die in the Triumph Championship."

“…”

What do you mean by this prediction?... If you follow the past competitions, it is really not outrageous.

The most recent game, in the 1792 championship:

A monster with a chicken body and a snake tail was uncontrollable and rushed around. The three principals were injured and several audience members died.

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

After drinking the tea, shake the tea residue with your left hand three times, then flip the tea cup and press it on the tea cup holder.

She squinted her eyes and observed the shape of the tea residue.

"Seeing the shape of the thunderbird, my silver wings may come back to me." Anne predicted herself.

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

"Seeing the Fire Dragon, this means that an accident will occur in the Trio Championship.

Well…Dermstrong might die a hundred students…their principals would be injured.”

“…”

Hogwarts is his own school, and Anne also knows Furong of Boothbaton.

These two schools are not easy to arrange, so her goal was to find Demstrong.

Soon, shocking prophecies were written by Anne.

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

"Demstrong is really a disaster." Hermione smiled.

"But I did see it." Anne did not admit that she was making up.

"But, only adult wizards participate, so how could Dermstrong bring more than a hundred students to participate?" Hermione pointed out her mistake.

"Is that true?" Annie quickly looked down at her prediction, "Then I will change more than one hundred to more than a dozen."

"Although you said it wasn't your make-up?" Hermione grinned.

Ginny interrupted, "She just loves to watch this, this is the tip of high scores that George and Fred told us."

William leaned over and glanced at Ginny's prophecy.

Good guy, it’s all good things about your own predictions.

Prophecy about other people:

On Monday, Ron fell into the water and Harry picked up Wu Garon;

On Tuesday, Ron's cauldron exploded and was locked in confinement, and Harry was praised by Professor Snape;

Ron was criticized by McGonagall on Wednesday, and Harry received a bonus from Professor McGonagall.

Ah this...

Is Ginny changing her fate against the will of heaven and taking advantage of Ron's luck and supplementing Harry?

William became more and more frightened as he watched.

Luna's prediction is interesting, either she discovered the big-mouthed colored ball fish or caught the rascal.

At this time, Hermione and Anne started fighting again.

Anne is writing that Hermione will encounter a fire dragon and then burn her hair out.

The little girl wanted to run after finishing writing. As soon as she took a step, Hermione was angry and held a ponytail and gently pulled it back to her original position.

Annie frowned and said pitifully: "Can't I change it? Just change it to my brother."

William: “…”

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Chapter completed!