"Hi, long time no see."

　　 Jon walked to the girl a little awkwardly: "Would you like to eat together?"

　　 The girl leaned in a little, squinted and smiled.

　　 "What are you nervous about? I won't eat you again."

　　 "Is your game over? Why do you suddenly have time to come to me."

　　 Jon took a step back, avoiding Bella's death gaze.

　　 "I have something to say."

　　 "Go to eat first, and talk as you eat."

　　……

　　 There is really nothing wrong with Bella.

Like countless decades in the past, this time the "Search for the Lost Crown" event still ended in failure, but Bella and his team should have won a good honor at this event. Jon met Jon two days ago. When Penello, I saw that Ravenclaw's future prefect had a smile on his face.

　　 And the final exam is about to come. In fact, apart from reviewing, there is still plenty of time.

　　 "I don't believe what you said at all. At the end of each year at your Ravenclaw, students study like crazy. Most of the library is occupied by your college."

Jon was chewing the pie absent-mindedly. Hogwarts food is delicious, but the style is always the same. After eating for a long time, it doesn’t feel so novel. It’s not like the little elves in the house can change. Tricks to make food.

　　 But it’s okay to use it to satisfy hunger.

"The library is occupied by the people of our college completely because you don’t use it. I heard that your college has specially approved a large classroom from Professor Sprout. The people in our college are envious of it, but it’s a pity that Professor Flitwick thinks we There is no need to study in this way, so we can only go to the library."

Ha ha.

　　 Jon simply didn't bother to respond to Bella's verbal blow, but it did remind him of one thing.

　　 "Speaking of which, don't you have a lot of notes left by seniors? Didn't you share the experience of passing the exam?"

　　 "Is there anything to do with you? Don't take this idea. Since you entered our lounge last time, all the books and notes in the lounge have been cursed by the seniors."

　　 "Stingy."

　　 Jon curled his lips, it was not that he could not pass the exam, let’s talk about it.

　　 "Are you my cousin? No matter if you don't help, can you be more tender when you speak."

　　 "It’s useless to be warm with you. The students in your college have been squeezing out our college students during this period. I don’t know."

　　 Bella, who knows the inside story, said, she glared at Jon: "It's all a good thing you did!"

　　 Jon: "..."

　　 What else can he say?

　　 Fortunately, Bella didn't really come to Xingshi today to ask questions. After speaking for a while, she stuffed a little thing to Jon.

"what is this?"

　　 Jon touched the packaging, but didn't even figure out what was inside.

　　 "Penello gave you a gift in return, saying that it was a birthday gift of thank you. It should be an alchemy item that she did nothing to do by herself, but I don't know what it is."

　　 Bella put the things down and left, but Jon, who was sitting there, was confused.

　　 "Such a troublesome thing in return..."

　　 He gave a birthday gift only because Bella mentioned it when he asked him to help with shopping. He thought that it might be useful in the future, so he gave a gift to build friendship, and he would receive a gift in return.

　　It took such a long time to get it. It is estimated that Penello has prepared a gift for a long time.

　　 In the current situation of the two colleges, they can still bother to prepare to return gifts. To avoid suspicion, Bella sent them over. It is estimated that this gift is also a hot potato and is not easy to handle.

　　 Forget it, it's just a gift.

　　 Jon slipped the gift into his arms, ignoring the ticking sound in the small package.

　　……

　　 "Dumbledore is not at Hogwarts right now, and our news says that he has now gone to Nicol LeMay's residence."

　　 Hogsmeade, small gift shop.

　　 basement.

　　 Witch Kelly looked at the gloomy wizard in front of him, and couldn't help thinking of the distant America, hiding the famous black wizard "prophet" in the Black Magic Association.

　　 Although America has never experienced the black horror of being ruled by mysterious people, Kelly still remembers the power of the "prophet" clearly.

　　 And now, the Bayer Slane standing in front of her already has a part of the deterrent power of a "prophet".

　　 "The news may not be credible. With Dumbledore's strength, with all his strength, it takes only half an hour to return from France."

　　 "Yes, then what shall we do?"

"Wait, this time Edmund died in Dumbledore's hands. It was his own problem. Even the teacher could only swallow this mistake, but our arrangement at Hogwarts was cleaned up. This is the big problem."

　　 "The Dark Lord has always been moody, this time there is a problem with the transaction, he will never give up this opportunity easily."

　　 "Your Excellency'Prophet' won't let him open his mouth~lightnovelpub.net~ Even the Dark Lord, now it is just a lingering soul."

　　 After Kelly finished speaking, she felt Bayer's icy gaze, and she closed her mouth whiningly.

　　 "There is an old saying in the East that misfortune comes from your mouth, and you should pay attention to your own mouth."

　　 Bayer stretched out his hand and squeezed the soft lips of the witch, and smiled coldly: "When this matter is over, you will go back with me."

　　 "Go back?" A hint of joy flashed in Kelly's eyes: "But the layout here..."

　　 "Leave it all to the local dark wizards. The Dark Lord is coming back. They should be very excited."

　　 "Maybe so."

　　 Kelly also showed a fascinating smile: "But that doesn't care about our business, doesn't it?"

　　 "It's fine if you can think about it this way, don't have to be too rushed, take it slow, it will take a long time, Edmund that idiot is dead, I have to clean up the mess for him."

　　 Byer looked at the roulette wheel without any movement in his hand, feeling calm.

　　 He is not Edmund's kind of stupid stupid, he doesn't even know that he is being targeted.

　　 Dumbledore didn't dare to move, wouldn't he dare to be a student?

　　 It's just that he couldn't be rash to find this opportunity after searching for so long.

　　 "It's getting late."

　　 Putting the roulette aside, Bayer glanced at the docile Kelly, and whispered, "I'm going to rest."

　　 "Yes, my lord."

　　 Kelly turned sideways to make room for Bayer, then followed Bayer into the room and closed the door.

　　 The soundproofing of the basement is very good, but the occasional sound from between the cracks in the door adds a bit of fiery atmosphere to the night.

　　 The temperature of summer filled the small house.