Chapter 778 Dragon Egg々

( ) "Good evening, dear, you came much later than me and Albert." Fleur was dressed in a neat and gorgeous chiffon evening dress. She looked radiant at this time, just like the goddess of love and beauty in Roman mythology. The goddess Venus walked up to Hermione and covered her mouth with the back of her hand, giggling exaggeratedly. "Guess what I saw before? A witch with very bad taste, wearing big diamonds and pink and green low-cut clothes." The skirt 'decorates' itself and looks like a Christmas tree."

Using the racial talent that came with her bloodline, Furong's smile was literally glowing at this moment, attracting the attention of many people.

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

Bobin frowned, straightened his back and coughed in embarrassment.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't notice you were here." Fleur made an elegant gesture, but her tone and expression didn't show the slightest hint of apology. "I hope I can attend some dinner party in a few years." Meeting you on the Internet, especially when our boss Granger plans to lower the average market price of potions... it will definitely be very interesting."

"Fleur, I think the current prices of potions in the wizarding world are still a lot too high. I think just adjusting a few is not enough. This should be the long-term goal of our umbrella." Hermione understood the sarcasm of Albert's fiancée. The meaning was also mixed in. It was as if she hadn't seen Annette Bobin's clothes. She imitated Fleur unnaturally and covered her mouth with the back of her hand and said with a smile, "When the time comes, the person you just met will There are probably no more diamonds in the lady’s green dress, which can at least help her improve her taste a little bit.”

Although Hermione's imitation of Fleur seemed a bit stiff and clumsy, Annette Bobin couldn't bear it any longer. She snorted in annoyance, held her own wine glass, and moved away from the two little witches who were singing along.

"Well said, Hermione! How about a drink to soothe your throat?" Neville, wearing a white stand-up collar with gold buttons, carefully walked over with two glasses of wine, leaving a few stains on his pure white waiter uniform. It seems that he has knocked him over once or several times...

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

"I didn't get into the Slug Club." Neville didn't seem to care, "But Flegg was even more unlucky. He was placed in the toilet by the professor, handing towels to other people."

After getting rid of yet another adult wizard who deliberately came to talk to him because of his reputation as a savior, Harry finally had a moment of leisure, when a student attendant wearing the same clothes as Neville brought a plate of crimson meatballs. Standing in front of him, he pushed the plate in Harry's direction, "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 made an excuse to look at the round food on the plate and wrinkled his nose: "Uh... no, thank you."

"That's right, you have a bad breath after eating this stuff." The attendant nodded with understanding, "A man and a woman happened to vomit after kissing under the mistletoe."

"I changed my mind." Harry took the plate directly from the waiter's hand. He stuffed a few into his mouth one after another, chewed a few times and swallowed it. Harry felt that the wizards now Just smelling your own breath makes you not want to talk to yourself.

"Potter, what is this? You eat very well, is it delicious?" Cormac McLaggen, who was well-dressed with a slicked back hair, leaned over. He saw Harry devouring the food and took it from Harry's hand. I grabbed a few meatballs from the plate and threw them into my mouth.

"That female host is so beautiful, much more beautiful than she looks on TV, and your friend Miss Know-It-All is dressed much better than usual today. If I had known, I would have known her before Professor Harris. ." Cormac joked after swallowing the meatballs, grabbed a few and threw them into his mouth, muttering whether he was praising Fleur or Hermione or the meatballs, "It's really exciting."

Harry lowered his head and looked at the meatballs that were rolling due to the tilt of the plate due to the force of his hands. He was very unhappy with Cormac's unsubtle pointing at his good friend. Not only that, he also liked to be casual on the field. Giving orders and giving random directions without him being the captain, Harry pushed up his glasses and pressed his feet hard and slowly on the carpet.

"You are here, why don't you see Ron Weasley?" Cormac stared at Hermione with half-squinted eyes and said to himself, "That red-haired boy was not invited by Professor Slughorn? What? It's a matter of course, Harry, maybe you should find a cooler friend."

Harry raised his head suddenly and wanted to put the dragon meatball on the opponent's stupid head, but he also happened to see Snape standing behind Cormac and approaching Snape with a sullen face. He didn't want to interact with either of them, so Harry pushed the plate in his hand towards Cormac, turned around and wanted to leave.

"By the way, Harry, what am I eating?" When Harry turned around, Cormac pinched a meatball and asked, then put it into his mouth.

"Dragon♂egg♂egg."

Cormac froze on the spot after hearing this, chewed twice unconsciously, and suddenly turned around and leaned over to vomit out all the food he had eaten before. It sprayed on the crotch of Professor Snape who was standing behind him, and then began to flow down his trouser legs.

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

Cormac looked up at the familiar dress style and raised his head with anxiety. After confirming that the wizard in front of him was indeed the one he was worried about just now, his eyes were filled with fear and he froze in place.

Harry's upper body trembled slightly. He couldn't help but laugh out loud and immediately suppressed it back. He lowered his head, turned up the corners of his mouth, and puffed out his cheeks. He forcibly suppressed his nausea and smile. He planned to leave quickly, but... Nep's cold voice immediately reached his ears: "Don't sneak away so fast, Potter."

Harry had to stop and turn around.

Snape's gloomy face rose slightly, he held his breath, and his voice was cold: "You just bought yourself a month of confinement, McLaggen."

No longer looking at the frustrated Cormac, Snape walked towards Harry who was standing there.

Harry looked at the dirty and embarrassed Snape approaching. Not only did he no longer feel like laughing, but the feeling of disgust and conflict in his heart became heavier and heavier. He turned his head to look for Ginny, not wanting to be there anymore. Looking at Snape who made him feel uncomfortable in his heart and stomach: "I think I should go back to find my female companion."

"She won't die if you don't stay with her for a minute or two." Snape's voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, which was cold and cold. Harry had no choice but to turn his head to listen to Snape's words, "Besides, I'm just here to tell you. A message."

"A message?" Harry raised his head and asked doubtfully. The only person who could let Snape give him a message was Albus Dumbledore.

"Dumbledore asked me to say hello on his behalf and wish you a happy 'party'. You also know that he is out of school and will not come back until after the Christmas vacation." Snape stared into Harry's green eyes with his cold eyes.

"Leaving school? Where are you going?" Harry blurted out because of his concern for Dumbledore. He actually forgot that the person in front of him was Snape, who hated him the most. How could he pay attention to him.

Snape paused for a moment, and with an arrogant look on his face, he did not answer Potter's question. He just took out his wand and pointed at his robes to clean them silently. Then he straightened his body and turned around to walk to the other side of the field.

Harry picked up a drink on the tray in the hand of the passing student attendant, took a big sip to suppress the strong smell of dragon meatballs, and then his attention was replaced by concern for Dumbledore, but he Knowing that he could not learn from Snape what he did not want him to know, Harry, who was full of worry, could only stare at Snape's old bat-like back with some hatred.

Snape's walking was not as impressive as before, with his sleeves billowing and his back straight, but the direction he was going in made Harry put down his glass and follow him 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 after hearing the words. When she opened her mouth to say something, Snape raised his hand to stop her. UU Reading www.uukaｎshu.netｔ glanced outside in the diagonal direction 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 happily with Allen.

Taking advantage of the noise in the banquet hall, Harry successfully used his immature stealth skills to quietly approach the corner where Snape and Pansy were. He took out his wand and pointed the tip of the wand at the pair of Slytherin teachers and students. The other end was close to his ear.

"Idiot, if you hide so obviously, you will attract other people's attention. Come to the banquet openly and don't make any mistakes again. If you get yourself 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 won't help you to hide anywhere. His level of Legilimency is not inferior to the master. As long as he wants, he can know."

"Professor, Draco and Professor Alan Harris were talking, so I used the opportunity to touch up my makeup to hide out." Pansy was a little aggrieved, but she didn't dare to tell the other party the fact that Emily already knew part of it.

Snape's voice was cold and frightening: "Put away those clumsy and stupid tricks of yours, and stop taking action on your own initiative. Dumbledore has left Hogwarts."