In the Hogwarts auditorium, the magic ceiling reflecting the outdoor weather was now dim, and only a few dim light spots hung empty in the starry sky.

The dinner party, which was supposed to be lively and joyful, was somewhat inexplicably low-pressure. When everyone was sitting and enjoying the food, Fred the "stab" was punished to stand and eat.

From time to time, the students cast their gazes on this 'obtrusive' buddy, sizing up, sympathizing, sighing, and of course laughing.

Suddenly, another figure stood up straight.

Sean Wallop, the Ravenclaw luminary the students recognized immediately.

Sean was smiling as usual, holding a plate full of food.

"I just love the Hogwarts kitchen."

A moderate voice fell, and then, Sean stood and enjoyed the food on the plate.

At this time, I have to mention the addition of a handsome body, good posture, and upbringing. Even if he is eating standing up, even if it is an unsightly movement and clumsy cutting of steak with one hand, Sean still looks handsome .

Daisy and Hermione were stunned at first, and then Qi Qi looked up at the food that Sean had just brought them from the dinner plate.

The two immediately realized Sean's intentions.

Daisy, who was not used to being stared at by others, blushed slightly, but she stood up immediately holding the plate.

Hermione glared at Sean, and also stood up.

"I don't like steak!" she whispered.

"Well, sorry—" Sean forked a piece of Hermione's favorite roast chicken and put it on her plate in front of everyone.

Then he took a piece of her favorite lamb chop with honey sauce for the little white flower who lowered her head slightly to hide the expectation in her eyes.

"Enjoy it."

Just when Sean was about to turn his head to send a signal to his roommates and Harry and the others, a petite girl who was sitting alone on the other side of the long Ravenclaw table also stood up with a plate.

She wasn't even much taller than the tall student who was sitting. She didn't have any expression on her face, she just calmly rolled up some pea shoots on her plate with a fork and put them in her mouth.

Stephanie... Sean frowned oddly.

However, now is not the time to think about it. Under the puzzled and strange eyes of everyone, Xiao En raised his brows quietly at his roommates.

Ravenclaws don't take idiots - roommates know what their friends are up to right away.

Terry Boot took the lead, and several boys in Sean's dormitory stood up in unison.

Immediately afterwards, Sean put down the dinner plate, raised his pumpkin juice and raised his glass to the long table where Gryffindor was.

"To a wonderful dinner, my Hogwarts friends." He raised his glass gracefully, smiling appropriately.

At this moment, Harry's group, George, and Lee Jordan also reacted.

Their eyes lit up, and they all stood up holding silver cups full of pumpkin juice, Ron even holding cream soup.

"cheers."

On Hufflepuff's long table, Cedric, who was already a prefect, also stood up, and he gestured to Sean with his cup high up.

"cheers."

Gryffindor's prefect, the new head of the Boys' Council, 'The Untouchables' Percy Weasley also stood up quickly.

He even went to his younger brother who was punished for his mistakes.

"cheers."

His girlfriend, Penello, the Ravenclaw prefect, also stood up.

"cheers."

Like a chain reaction, Sean stood up alone, and then three, four, and ten stood up, and none of them had the intention of sitting down after getting up.

There was a loud sound of tables and chairs moving in the auditorium, and the students of Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff stood up one after another.

Some of them held dinner plates, some held silver cups, some held soup bowls, and some even forked a sausage and raised their hands after everyone.

"Cheers, cheers—"

"I drink this bowl of soup first as a respect!"

The chaotic shouts and clinking of glasses spread throughout the auditorium.

"Sean..." Fred twitched his lips.

The original 'abrupt' situation disappeared instantly, and he no longer had to bow his head and forcefully smile with his classmates.

"Quiet! Quiet!" The originally lively and happy atmosphere was suddenly interrupted by a sweet and disgusting voice.

Umbridge stood up too, only she wasn't holding her glass.

"What do you want to do?" She asked with a smile on her face.

"Eat, professor—" Among the people who stood up, someone shouted, and there was a burst of laughter in the auditorium.

Umbridge searched back and forth for the speaker like a bulging toad, but the auditorium was so crowded that there was no way to catch a slippery thief.

As a quick-witted Ministry of Magic High Inquisitor, she immediately deflected the blame.

"Mr. Sean Wallop—" She obviously knew Sean, her stocky neck stretched out with difficulty, and she looked at the long table of Ravenclaw, "Are you deliberately destroying the original good living environment in Hogwarts?" ? Are you going to encourage other students to fight against the teacher? I hope you can give me a reasonable explanation!"

Sean, who was busy clinking glasses with his classmates, sneered.

As expected of a politician, the big hat of confronting the teacher was immediately put on, and he was still trying to divide him from other students in his words.

Sean walked to the aisle carrying pumpkin juice, his face full of doubts and innocence: "Professor, I don't quite understand what you mean?"

Umbridge slammed the table twice in an attempt to silence the students, but she was ignored.

In desperation, she had no choice but to say loudly to Sean: "I am a senior investigator sent by the Ministry of Magic! I have the responsibility, the obligation, and the power to govern Hogwarts. You are fighting against Hogwarts. School rules, against Ministry of Magic regulations!"

Sean looked puzzled: "School rules? Hogwarts has never allowed standing up during meals, at least Professor Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall never said so."

On the teacher's table, Professor McGonagall, who was shaking the liquor, nodded slightly.

Sean went on to say, "As for the Ministry of Magic—our new minister, Mr. Crouch, doesn't seem to have issued an order that prohibits wizards from standing up to eat?"

Umbridge was about to speak when Sean cut her off immediately.

"Oh—" he suddenly realized, "I see, Professor Umbridge, what you mean is that under the current tense situation, the Ministry of Magic issued the first emergency order-no wizards are allowed Let's get up and enjoy their supper!"

"Of course not!" Umbridge retorted without thinking.

How could the Ministry of Magic issue such stupid and empty regulations at such a pass...

She looked up suddenly and saw Sean smiling and toasting.

"It turns out that the senior prosecutor can be replaced!" Sean emphasized the tone of "replacement", "Did the Minister of Magic issue a new regulation?"

"Of course not!" Umbridge didn't know that she was let in by Sean's words, but under the watchful eyes of everyone, she could only deny it immediately.

Sean nodded suddenly: "It's all right, that is to say, we can continue to enjoy dinner?"

"You..." Umbridge's expression darkened completely.

She took a deep breath, finally forced a 'don't care' smile, and sat back on her seat stiffly.

"Professor McGonagall, students of Hogwarts, aren't you going to govern?" Umbridge said stiffly.

Professor McGonagall drank the red wine in one gulp, with a helpless expression on his face: "Sorry, but my authority is under yours at the moment."

As she spoke, she pointed to Umbridge's bag: "That's what the regulations say."

"Huh..." Umbridge directly turned his head away, leaving only the sound of his heavy breathing.

Just in time, she turned her head and saw the long table of Slytherin House, which was the only table of students in the auditorium who did not stand up.

"We still need to find help from the students..." She thought to herself.

As soon as his thoughts wandered, Umbridge saw that hateful Wallep kid walking straight towards the Slytherin table.

"Draco—" Shawn called warmly.

Malfoy glanced at the other party rather awkwardly, but he had already picked up the cup in his hand.

"Can I have a drink with the only child of a well-known pure-blood family?" Sean said with a smile, even lowering the rim of his glass.

A complex look flashed in Malfoy's eyes, he had always had a strange impression of Sean.

She was beaten up by him, raped by him, but saved by him, and even forced by him with a pretense. He usually greets him warmly when he meets him...

Moreover, Sean was really sincere when he said that sentence just now...

A well-recognized figure in the school invited himself so sincerely, even though he was not well received in Slytherin. But Malfoy knew that those in Slytherin who hated Shaun were actually afraid of him.

Being flattered by such a person, even though Master Malfoy didn't want to admit it, his neck lifted slightly.

After a little hesitation, Malfoy stood up and raised his glass with Sean.

"To you, Wallop."

Sean patted him on the shoulder enthusiastically: "Just call me Sean."

Then, he smiled and looked at the other Slytherin students.

"To Hogwarts, to the glory of Slytherin who sits in front of me." Sean raised the cup in his hand, his voice became high because of 'glory'.

The little snakes looked at each other, and under Malfoy's gesture, his followers stood up hesitantly.

The chain reaction once again happened beautifully, and the Slytherins stood up one after another, even those little snakes who had had a direct confrontation with Sean did not fall behind.

They don't want to stand up, but the shrewd and good-eyed little snakes definitely don't want to be the one left behind. Never look out of place in a crowd—this is the motto of most Snakes in Slytherin.

When the last person stood up, Sean's smile became brighter.

He looked back with his arm around Malfoy's shoulder, and Fred, who was laughing and talking with other students, saw him.

"Thanks, buddy." Fred nodded solemnly.

Sean nodded, and the two looked at each other and smiled.

The Great Hall at Hogwarts became boisterous and cheerful, and the students gathered in huge crowds as if they were at a self-help party.

This school seems to rarely have such a happy scene. The students smiled and shuttled through the auditorium, toasted with friends from other colleges, and tasted the food on other long tables-although the food provided by the kitchen was exactly the same for each college. , but they always feel that the food on other people's long tables is more delicious.

The auditorium swept away the dullness and turned into a sea of ​​joy.

On the long table in the classroom, Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick happily clinked glasses of wine. This witch, who has always been strict, has already drank several glasses of red wine, and now her face is slightly red, and even her hair is slightly loosened.

And Professor Flitwick, who was already standing on the stool but was as tall as the other sittings, danced and danced. He clinked glasses with Professor McGonagall and drank it in one gulp, then looked proudly at Sean in the crowd.

There are two people on the long table in the classroom with ugly faces. One is of course Umbridge who looks like she has eaten rotten Flobber caterpillars. She has almost minced the steak on the dinner plate.

The other is the big bat professor with a gloomy face for thousands of years.

He swung the wine glass and didn't drink it. From time to time, he glanced at Daisy who was having a happy conversation with others, and then at Sean who was smiling all over his face. What did this kid say in Daisy's ear?

Besides, didn't this kid fetch food for two people at the same time?

Snape turned his face, thinking about what kind of poison would make Sean suffer so much, and little Daisy couldn't worry about it yet.

The potion master, who had gone through all the potion formulas in his mind, looked even more ugly, and poured down a glass of dull wine.

Sean, who was talking to Hermione and Daisy, shivered. The corners of his eyes twitched slightly, feeling the master of the chill.

Forget about the old bat...

"What's wrong?" Daisy asked curiously.

"Oh, nothing."

Under the noisy environment, Hermione approached the two of them, then raised her nose at Sean: "A certain person looks more and more like Mr. Grindelwald."

"Thank you Miss Granger for your compliment." Sean accepted it calmly.

It's true, he's done a lot better than the last time.

However, Xiao En's success today is also due to the right time, place and people.

He was already very popular in the past, and Hogwarts was his Hogwarts, and even more so, the Hogwarts of all the students present.

With him as an early bird, the gun of Hogwarts will always be fired at outsiders first.

Moreover, under the current situation, Sean likes to see that the students of the four colleges can be more united, although the little snakes are just standing there lazily.

But it's much better for everyone to stand up than for one person to stand alone, isn't it?

Halfway through the dinner~lightnovelpub.net~ Umbridge finally calmed down the anger that had nowhere to go, and her appetite finally recovered a lot. She impatiently brought another piece of food.

Just as he was about to set down the knife and fork, the voice that made his teeth itch rang out again.

Sean came to the crowd with a wine glass in his hand. He had a sincere face and his voice could be clearly heard in the auditorium.

He lifted up the cup of pumpkin juice with only a thin layer at the bottom.

Sean looked at Umbridge, smiling broadly.

"I propose, let us all Hogwarts students welcome from afar! The only guest in this castle! Cheers!"

"Cheers!" The students were all smiling and their voices were extremely neat.

Umbridge just wanted to crush the cutlery in his hands now.

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