NOVEL NEXT Chapter 122
In the evening, at Hogsmeade Station.
"What happened to him?" Harry asked in surprise as he looked at Thorne, who was supported by Draco with a levitation spell.
"Uh... It's okay, he just died for a while, don't worry about it."
Draco replied.
"............ Died for a while?" Harry suddenly had a question in his head, but he didn't care, at most it was just a joke from Draco.
Until he saw Thorne swaying in the air like a puppet hanging in the air, most people would have been awakened by this, but Thorne.........
"Hey! Is he really asleep? Why do I feel like he's dead?" Harry hurriedly chased after him and asked.
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"Uh... This sleep is so comfortable." Thorne exhaled and murmured.
Then he opened his eyes............
"Why am I in the Great Hall? Draco, didn't I ask you to call me?" He said in confusion.
"Hmm? I didn't dare to yell when I saw you dying so sweetly."
"...............Okay, is the sorting over? Is it time to eat?"
".........In fact, we have already finished eating."
"Did you do that on purpose, you little bastard..." Thorne started attacking at zero frame, but saw a hot dog in Draco's hand halfway through.
"You have a conscience." Thorne immediately changed his words.
"Ahem! I think you have almost finished eating, so let me tell you about the precautions for this semester." Dumbledore stood up and said.
"In addition to the old saying that you should not use things that should not be used in the castle, especially if the thing is named Weasley, then you must not use it."
"Also, the Forbidden Forest is a forbidden place for all young wizards."
"In addition to these, we will not hold Quidditch games this semester."
After saying that, Dumbledore did not explain, but sat down directly, exuding a full sense of bad taste.
The young wizards in the audience wailed, including Harry.
".............Doesn't that kid know what's going on? What's going on?" Draco was surprised when he saw Harry's distorted expression.
"Maybe he's just pretending."
Dumbledore stood up slowly when he saw the low mood of the young wizards.
"Because we are going to hold a bigger event, the Triwizard Tournament!"
Then there were some boring things like the official competition rules.
As for the age of participants?
Dumbledore argued so hard at the meeting that his blood boiled, just to get rid of this fucking age rule. Now even first-year wizards can sign up, but they don't know if they will be selected.
"When will he finish?" Thorne sighed.
"Soon."
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Soon, as Dumbledore finished his last words, the hall was filled with warm voices again.
"Okay, everyone, I've said almost everything I need to say. Now you should go back to your respective dormitories and have a good rest."
Thorne couldn't wait to return to his familiar four-poster bed.
However, on the way back to the dormitory, he saw Hermione left the Gryffindor team alone, while Harry and Ron were speechless.
Seeing this, Thorne called Harry, and the two slowly fell behind the team.
"What happened to Hermione?" he asked.
"Well, I don't know what strange books she read during this holiday. Anyway, wasn't there a house-elf in the box on the day of our Quidditch World Cup?"
"Hermione was curious at that time, and then she found out that the house-elves were enslaved by wizards, and she couldn't bear it. Just now when she was eating, she knew that the meal was made by the house-elves, and she was so angry that she didn't eat the meal." Harry said speechlessly.
"Uh... I forgot that there was this... Forget it, it's okay, young and energetic, I will forget it in a few days... after a while." Thorne said casually.
"I hope so."
"Hmm."
The two nodded and went home.
Thorne, who returned to the lounge, took a look at the bulletin board and his face immediately fell.
"Why are you looking so dead?" Draco asked.
"Hagrid has been reinstated... Although I know why, I'm still unhappy! Very unhappy!" Thorne said.
Draco also curiously stretched his neck to take a look, rolled his eyes and said: "Sirius is in charge of the Care of Magical Creatures class, Hagrid is just an assistant, how can this be considered a reinstatement?"
"HeIt's still in Hogwarts now, it doesn't make any difference to me." Thorne said with a bitter face.
Meanwhile...
Principal's Office...
"You asked me to take charge of the Care of Magical Creatures class, why do you still need Hagrid? I finally became a professor just to teach Thorne and Harry, and now there is Draco."
"As a result, Thorne didn't come to class because of Hagrid, and Draco became the assistant of the principal's office. The cost-effectiveness of my employment has been reduced by two-thirds." Sirius complained.
"Thorne is not interested in magical creatures. He would rather stay in the library to read the anatomical illustrations of magical creatures than go to your class, even without Hagrid."
"As for Draco, because of the Triwizard Tournament, I think I have a lot of work to give him this semester." Dumbledore explained.
".........What do you think about me becoming a librarian?"
"You can go and talk to Mrs. Peace yourself. "
"Uh...uh...hehe...uh...you as the headmaster..."
"As the headmaster, I am not as majestic as the professor in the classroom, not as majestic as Filch in the corridor, not as majestic as Pomfrey in the infirmary, do you think I am more majestic than Madam Pince in the library?" Dumbledore said resentfully.
"You as the headmaster...eh..." Sirius left the headmaster's office disappointed.
The next day.................
There were not many classes in the morning, at least for Thorne and Draco, and as for Hermione..............
She was looking for a very difficult social subject for herself.
For example, how to make wizards and house-elves get along equally.
Just like now.
Hermione was starting to speak incessantly in front of Thorne and Draco, the two vested interests............although she herself was also a vested interest in wizards enslaving house-elves.