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Chapter seven hundred and sixty-six the temptation to get off the horse (big chapter

At noon that day, we were having dinner in the auditorium.

"Ron, don't take it to heart," George Weasley pushed a plate of potato and beef stew in front of him, "Those Slytherin guys are not all like this, there is no need to be angry about what the Malfoy brat said...

"

"If you are really angry, we will find an opportunity to beat him up later!" Fred nodded and agreed.

"Hey, George, Fred, can you please stop saying these things in front of me?"

Percy Weasley coughed slightly, said helplessly, and knocked the potato in front of Ron.

"Anyway, let's eat something first. Even if you starve to death on the table, you won't be able to teach Malfoy a lesson."

Ron spooned the beef and potatoes stew onto his plate, picked up his fork, but did not eat.

"Percy," he suddenly raised his head and said in a serious tone, "can you tutor me? From tomorrow on, I will follow you to the library every day. I want to study hard - next year I want to try to win a prefect

.”

The fork clattered out of Fred's hand.

And his twin brother also had the same expression as if he had seen a ghost. If it were Ginny, this sentence might be a little more appropriate, but in this kid who plays chess and reads Quidditch magazines all day long,

On my brother...

"Please, Ron, wake up."

Fred screamed strangely and said with a strange look, "It's enough to have a prefect in the family. Isn't it too early for you to consider this now? Besides, I don't think a prefect is a very good role -

—”

"You're right, I don't think you need to fight for such a thing -"

"Um?"

"oh--"

Before Fred and George could finish speaking, two questions with similar tones came from across the table.

Bill Weasley and Charlie Weasley stopped the knives and forks in their hands, glanced at Fleiss meaningfully, and quietly watched their little baby brother gradually react, and then slowly condensed in their eyes.

Into a stone statue.

Compared with Percy Weasley, the two brothers Charlie and Bill obviously have a much higher status in the family.

It wasn't until this moment that the twin brothers suddenly realized that with the return of these two childhood shadows to the campus, the Weasley family's (former) school student union president, prefect, and Quidditch captain at Hogwarts instantly

Presenting an overwhelming advantage.

Ignoring the two "Pippi Weasleys" next to him, Percy took a deep look at Ron.

"If you are really determined, then start from tonight." Percy said calmly.

Ron looked at Percy and nodded firmly.

After a slight pause, Percy thought about it and added an additional sentence.

"Besides, don't expect me to help you too much. After all, I haven't taken the two new courses."

"Magic courses mainly depend on your own efforts - and talent - as for prefects, there are many things to consider. Even I don't know what the specific standards are, so I can only tell you.

Maybe excellent..."

"I know--"

Charlie Weasley said nonchalantly, pouring himself a glass of milk.

"Professor McGonagall's evaluation criteria are nothing more than three, grades, popularity, and Quidditch as a bonus. The first two can only be relied on by Ron himself, but if it is Quidditch - Ron!

After school this afternoon, grab your broom and come to the court."

As the legendary captain who once led Gryffindor House to dominate the skies of Hogwarts for three years, Charlie Weasley was fully confident in training Ron into a player of his own. In fact, with his role in the team

With Ron's influence, even if we build a tactical system with Ron as the core, it is not impossible to think about it carefully.

"Sounds interesting..."

Bill Weasley looked at his brothers' expressions carefully, smiled and nodded.

"George, Fred, you two are also with Ron, and I will supervise you - in the history of Hogwarts, there may have never been seven people in a family studying in the school at the same time.

This is very rare.”

"Eh? We want to be together too?"

Fred was stunned for a moment, and turned his neck stiffly, making a clicking sound.

The corner of George's mouth twitched, and with a trace of luck on his face, he asked softly and cautiously.

"Brother, you want to say that Fred and I will supervise Ron together, right?"

"No. You two really need to catch up on your lessons! Magic is your biggest reliance in the future."

Bill Weasley shook his head unmoved and said in a serious tone.

"Mom specifically warned me before departure that if you still get a bunch of passes this year and go back, then my situation may be even worse than yours, so I have gifts for Christmas this year... I'm sorry..."

"Bill, you're lying! Mom clearly said that she wants you to find a girlfriend this year—"

At this moment, Ginny, who had just ran into the auditorium and sat down next to Percy, stuck out her tongue and revealed the truth without hesitation.

Ever since she learned from Percy that Fred and George had found girlfriends respectively, although Mrs. Weasley scolded her verbally from time to time, she secretly and openly began to urge the other Weasley boys to

Son.

Especially Bill Weasley, as the eldest brother in the family, would be questioned carefully by his mother almost every time he came back.

"That's just one of my mother's requirements, it's not mandatory..."

Bill's face froze, he glared fiercely at his brothers who were trying to suppress their laughter, and turned to look at the youngest sister in the family.

"Ginny! After today's training, you will join your brothers!"

"Just learn, I just want to learn some magic quickly..."

Ginny Weasley said nonchalantly, grabbing a glass of ice juice from Percy's hand.

"By the way, can Irina and the others come together? We also want to try to form a Quidditch team, but there are no brooms, instructors, and fields. This week's training program is not difficult at all, and it is too boring.

…”

"That first-year Slytherin girl?" Percy Weasley frowned worriedly.

"That girl is not simple. I heard about it during class this morning. She is the new shadow prefect of Slytherin House and a first-year student. This is not something ordinary people can do! Ginny, you'd better be careful and don't follow her.

Too close."

"So what, isn't this a good thing? Anyway, I already had a fight with her and lost miserably."

Ignoring the suddenly wide-eyed brothers around her, Ginny said in a tone as if she was talking about what to eat in the afternoon.

"Irina is indeed very powerful. Except for Luna Lovegood, no one in the class is her opponent. But in terms of brain power, Ravenclaw's Danilova is slightly better -

-Anyway, we agreed today that we will all study together and make progress together, no one is allowed to hide it, and we will compete again at the end of the semester."

"Fight, fight?! You guys are fighting in the first period of school in the morning?!"

After Percy Weasley was stunned for a moment, he subconsciously raised his voice.

"Normal class schedule, don't get too excited, Percy."

Before Percy could finish speaking, Ginny Weasley rolled her eyes, opened her schoolbag, took out a training schedule, and handed it directly under his nose.

[Morning: Physical training (compulsory) + kickboxing/women’s self-defense (elective)]

[Afternoon: Preschool Preparatory Class (Mathematics) + Preschool Preparatory Class (Nature)]

"Bill and Charlie are on the field next to us, and their intensity there is much higher than ours."

While cutting the beef on the plate with a knife and fork, she explained casually, "Their opponents are a group of adult wizards from outside the school. They can use wands to fight in the first class, although they lost in the morning.

It’s miserable.”

"It was almost, if it weren't for those guys holding us back!" Charlie retorted excitedly.

"How many times are you talking about? Anyway, I don't remember seeing the opponent being knocked down by you." Ginny said calmly.

"Not to mention us, even if we add the entire seventh grade together, we may not be able to match those guys - there is nothing to be ashamed of. Most of us are students who have just graduated, and we have not specialized in magic combat for many years.

Auror."

Bill Weasley shook his head unmoved and admitted openly.

In fact, from the moment he saw those "sparring staff" on the field this morning, Bill Weasley knew that they had no chance of winning - some of them looked like keepers from the "Fantastic Beasts Society",

His actual identity is the elite combat team of WIB. Even the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic will be wiped out if there are not more than five times the number of them.

There is no doubt that in order to give these "graduate students" who are returning to school a show of strength, the eldest lady has made up her mind.

As a B-level researcher affiliated with SCP-Gringotts, Bill Weasley has no interest in confronting field staff who practice magic confrontation almost every day. Every time the confrontation begins, he cleverly sends a wave first.

.

Compared with traveling around the world to perform tasks, he still prefers research work.



At the same time, Hogwarts House Metropolitan Area.

The lecture hall that was used as a temporary explanation venue in the morning had already become empty. Goblin Douglas sat on the chair in the front row of the hall, tossing the gold coins and patiently waiting for the time to gradually pass on the pocket watch in his hand.

If any goblin from Gringotts saw this scene, their first reaction would be whether it was under a wizard's spell.

In Gringotts Wizarding Bank, there are few things that can keep a goblin director waiting, and as the current Chief Financial Officer of Gringotts Wizarding Bank, there are even fewer things in this world that are worthy of Douglas's time.

unless--

On the podium not far away, a blue light flashed.

Ding.

Douglas took the gold coin in his hand, stood up and walked quickly to the front of the podium, bowing respectfully.

"Welcome to Hogwarts Academy City. Dear 'Magician' - Nico Flamel. I am Douglas, the Class A Director of Gringotts Wizarding Bank. From now on, I will support you in all aspects of manpower and material resources."

You can ask me if you have any needs.”

"Academy City? Where is Dumbledore?"

Nico Flamel looked around, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said calmly.

"Also, don't call me a 'magician' just yet. I still have a few questions that I haven't figured out yet."

Whether it was Newt's invitation or Dumbledore's letter, in addition to the alluring vision blueprint, what made Nick Flamel a little hesitant and curious the most was the "behind the scenes" that was hidden behind and has never been revealed.

Black Hand".

However, whenever he asked this question, Newt always showed a strange expression that was hard to explain.

According to Newt Scamander, unless Nick Flamel agrees to take over this responsibility, even he cannot reveal too much information - besides, most of the information is difficult to describe in words.

If Nick Flamel is really interested at all, it might be more intuitive to go to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry to experience and talk about it in person.

In fact, since it was less than a month after he boarded the pirate ship, Newt was actually a little confused until now.

Therefore, after Nico Flamel chatted with Newt Scamander for a few hours, he quickly made up his mind. Regardless of whether he accepted the invitation later, he would go to Hogwarts Castle first.

Ask Dumbledore for clarification.

But what surprised him was that the temporary door key Newt provided did not end inside the school.

Moreover, the receptionist was not a wizard as he imagined, but the goblin person in charge from Gringotts Wizarding Bank. The content reflected in this was quite worth savoring. This was indeed not just a wizarding organization.

If he remembered correctly, even the birth of the Magic Stone could not make the goblin choose to surrender to the wizard.

While Nico Flamel was thinking, the short, middle-aged elf not far away cleared his throat.

"I'm very sorry, it happens to be lunch time, so Professor Dumbledore may not be able to receive you for the time being——"

Douglas looked at the pocket watch in his hand, smiled, bent down, and answered quickly.

"But roughly in an hour and twelve minutes, he will be waiting for you in the principal's office with another old friend of yours. Whether it is tonight's foundation activities or some subsequent overall framework issues, he will be in charge.

answer."

"Now, would you like to visit your laboratory area first, or go on the ship to take a look?"

"Ship? Oh, yes, I heard Newt say-"

Nick Flamel nodded thoughtfully, blinked curiously, and said with a smile.

"It's the magic ship that Newt talks about. It claims to represent the highest level of alchemy in today's magic and non-magic worlds. After seeing it, it's likely to subvert my previous ideas. It's a new era creation? Okay, let's take a look at it when you have nothing to do.

good."

In his impression, Newt Scamander was not a wizard who was used to making a fuss.

Whether it's Beauxbatons' giant carriage, Durmstrang's magic ship, or the Hogwarts Express...

As a well-known great alchemist, Nico Flamel is no stranger to these alchemical results transformed from Muggle vehicles. He is a little curious about what kind of magic ship can get something like Newt.

evaluation of.

"Ok, I see--"

The smile on Fairy Douglas's face became a little brighter and he nodded respectfully.

"But before that, I think you may need to see some long-term pictures, including some detailed parameters of the magic ship you are about to board. Otherwise, I am worried that you may not be able to form a more specific outline in your mind."

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