Chapter 778 Dragon Egg々

"My dear, good evening, you came much later than me and Albert." Fleur was dressed in a neat and gorgeous chiffon evening gown, she looked radiant at this time, just like the goddess of love and beauty in Roman mythology Nass, she walked towards Hermione and covered her mouth with the back of her hand and giggled exaggeratedly, "Guess what I saw before? A witch with very bad taste, dressed in big diamonds and a pink and green low-cut dress. 'Decorate' yourself to look like a Christmas tree."

Using the racial talent brought by her bloodline, Furong's smile was shining brightly at this moment, attracting many people's attention.

Hermione saw Fleur pretending not to see Annette Poppins, but the clothes she described were exactly the same as the ones Bobin was wearing today.

Popin frowned, straightened his back in embarrassment and coughed.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't notice that you were here too." Furong performed an elegant gesture, but her tone and expression did not reveal the slightest sign of apology, "I hope that in a few years, I can still be at some other dinner party." It must be very interesting to meet you on the Internet, especially since our boss Granger is going to lower the average market price of potions even more..."

"Fleur, I think the current price of potions in the wizarding world is still quite inflated. I think it's not enough to just adjust some. This should be the long-term goal of our umbrella." Hermione understood the irony of Albert's fiancée. The meaning also came in, as if she hadn’t seen Annette Poppin’s clothes, she imitated Fleur unnaturally, covered her mouth with the back of her hand and smiled, “When the time comes, the person you met just now The diamonds on the lady’s green dress are probably gone, which can at least help her improve her taste a bit.”

Although Hermione's imitation of Fleur seemed a bit stiff and clumsy, Annette Poppin couldn't bear it any longer. She snorted angrily, and kept her glass away from the two little witches who were singing along.

"Well said, Hermione! Would you like a drink to moisten your throat?" Neville, wearing a white stand-up collar with gold buttons, walked over carefully holding two glasses of wine, a little stain left from his pure white waiter uniform See if he's knocked over once or a few times...

"Neville?" Hermione looked at her classmate Neville in surprise, who was actually arranged by Professor Slughorn as a waiter.

"I didn't get into the Slug Club." Neville didn't seem to care. "However, Fletcher was even more unlucky. He was placed in the toilet by the professor, passing towels to others."

After getting rid of another adult wizard who came to talk to him because of his reputation as the savior, Harry finally had a moment of leisure when a student page dressed like Neville was carrying a plate of crimson meatballs Standing in front of him, he pushed the plate towards Harry, "Harry, would you like some dragon meatballs?"

Harry was a little embarrassed to find that he didn't recognize the classmate in front of him who called him by his first name instead of his last name. He looked at the round food on the plate with an excuse, wrinkled his nose: "Uh... no, thank you."

"That's right, after eating this thing, I can't breathe." The attendant nodded understandingly, "It happened that a couple of men and women vomited after kissing under the mistletoe."

"I've changed my mind." Harry took the plate directly from the servant's hand, stuffed a few into his mouth one after another, chewed a few times before swallowing, Harry felt that the wizards now As long as I smell my own breath, I don't want to talk to myself.

"Potter, what is this? You eat delicious food, is it delicious?" Cormike McLaggen, well-dressed and with a big back combed his hair, leaned over. He also grabbed a few meatballs from the plate on the table and threw them into his mouth.

"That hostess is really beautiful, much prettier than she looks on TV, and your friend Miss Know-It-All looks much better than usual today, I knew her before Professor Harris , It's a pity, I am the man she will never get in this life.

"Cormike joked after swallowing the meatballs, grabbed a few and threw them into his mouth, muttering that he couldn't tell whether he was praising Fleur Hermione or the meatballs, "It's so exciting. "

Harry looked down at the meatballs that were rolling because the plate tilted due to the force of his hands. Cormac's pointing at his good friend made him very uncomfortable. Not only that, but he also liked to play casually on the field Giving orders, haphazardly directing past his own captain, Harry pushed his glasses, and pressed his feet firmly and slowly on the carpet.

"You're here by yourself, why didn't you see Ron Weasley?" Cormac squinted at Hermione, and said to himself, "That red-haired kid wasn't invited by Professor Slughorn? It's a matter of course, Harry, maybe you should have a cooler friend."

Harry raised his head abruptly, wanting to put the coiled dragon meatball on the opponent's stupid head, but he also happened to see Snape who was standing behind Cormac and was approaching here with a gloomy face. He didn't want to socialize with either of them, and Harry pushed the plate in his hand towards Cormac and turned to leave.

"By the way, Harry, what am I eating?" Cormac asked as Harry turned around, picking up a meatball and putting it in his mouth.

"Dragon ♂ egg ♂ egg."

Cormac froze on the spot when he heard the words, chewed a few times unconsciously, and suddenly turned around and leaned over to spit out all the food in his surprised stomach, spraying out all the undigested food residues in his stomach It landed on the crotch of Professor Snape standing behind him, and then began to flow down the trouser leg.

Hearing the sound of vomiting behind him, Harry turned his head and saw the state of Snape, who was in a state of embarrassment and suppressed his anger. Snape's pale face under his greasy hair was tense, his body That black robe was stained with red flesh foam and yellow-white mucus...

Cormac looked up nervously at the familiar dress style, and after confirming that the wizard in front of him was indeed the one he was worried about just now, his eyes froze in fear.

Harry's upper body trembled slightly, he couldn't help laughing out loud and then suppressed it immediately, lowered his head, mouth corners upturned, cheeks puffed up, forcibly suppressing his disgust and smile, he planned to leave quickly, but Nepe's cold voice reached his ears immediately: "Don't slip away so fast, Potter."

Harry had to stop and turn around.

Snape's gloomy face rose slightly, he held his breath, and said in a cold voice, "You just won yourself a month's confinement, McLaggen."

Instead of looking at the dejected Cormac, Snape walked over to Harry, who was standing where he was.

Seeing such a dirty and embarrassed Snape approaching, Harry lost the feeling of wanting to laugh, and the feeling of disgust and resistance in his heart became more and more serious. He turned his head to look for Ginny's trace, unwilling Looking at Snape, who made his heart and stomach feel unwell: "I think I should go back and find my girlfriend."

"If you stay with me for a minute or two, she won't die." Snape's voice seemed to be squeezed out of his teeth, so Harry had no choice but to turn his head to listen to Snape's words, "Besides, I'm just here to convey a message."

"A message?" Harry raised his head and asked suspiciously, there was only one person who could make Snape deliver a message to him - Albus Dumbledore.

"Dumbledore asked me to say hello for him. I wish you a happy 'party'. You also know that he is out of school and won't be back until the end of the Christmas holiday." Snape stared coldly at Harry's green pupils.

"Out of school? Where are you going?" Harry blurted out his concern for Dumbledore, and even forgot that the person in front of him was Snape, who hated him the most, so how could he pay any attention to him.

Snape paused slightly, with an arrogant look on his face, he didn't answer Potter's question, he just took out his wand and pointed to his robe, cleaned it silently, then turned around with a straight body and walked to the other side of the field.

Harry picked up a glass of drink on the tray of a passing student attendant, took a big gulp to suppress the strong breath that had begun to break out from the dragon meatball, and then his attention was replaced by 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 full of worries, could only stare at Snape's bat-like back with some hatred.

Snape's walking was not as amazing as before, with his sleeves billowing and his back straight, but the direction he was heading made Harry put down his wine glass, and followed quietly with his eyes narrowed.

"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 this, When she opened her mouth to say something, Snape raised his hand to stop her, glanced diagonally outside and walked in himself.

Harry noticed Snape's gaze, and looking in that direction, Draco Malfoy, dressed in a dark green suit, was having a good conversation with Aaron while holding a wine glass.

Following the noise in the banquet hall, Harry successfully used his immature stealth skills to sneak up to the corner where Snape and Pansy were, took out his wand and pointed the tip of the wand at the pair of Slytherin teachers and students. His head was close to his ear.

"Idiot, you will attract others' attention by hiding so clearly. Attend the banquet openly and don't make any mistakes. If you get yourself fired, your mission will be judged to have failed." Snape lowered his voice, "If Alan Harris really wants to know something from your little head, it doesn't matter where you hide. His level of Legilimency is not inferior to that of the master. As long as he wants, he can know."

"Professor, Draco and Professor Alan Harris were talking, so I took the opportunity to hide my makeup." Pansy was a little aggrieved, but she didn't dare to tell Emily part of the facts to him.

Snape's voice was cold and menacing: "Put away your clumsy and stupid little tricks, don't act on your own, Dumbledore has left Hogwarts."