Hogwarts: The opening game binds the Lie into God system

Chapter 189: Gala.

Evan pulled out his wand and a chubby panda appeared.

It rushed towards Malfoy with a posture that did not match its size. At the same time, Harry also released his patronus.

The onslaught of the two Patronus frightened Malfoy. Of course, it’s not just that.

Harry rushed towards a place. Evan saw it. Golden Snitch! He held his breath.

Harry held it. Then he raised his hand. Evan cheered.

“Harry won, Harry caught the Golden Snitch, Harry is not affected by the Dementors!”

Harry listened to his shouts and almost couldn’t hold back tears.

Did he really fend off the Dementors?

“Win!”

“We won!”

Evan was still shouting underneath.

Harry was filled with joy.

He raised his hands and cheered along with Evan. Evan rushed into the court.

He tossed Harry up.

Seeing Harry being thrown up and down, he laughed proudly. That’s right!

Everyone is going to throw the winner, not him… Evan felt dazed that he had also been thrown up.

He cried out helplessly.

“Wrong, wrong, throw it away by another person!”

“I’m your brother, not your toy!”

“I’m going home and telling my mom!”

“I’m Ma Bao, I warn you!”

Evan was thrown back along the way.

Outside the common room, he was finally put down. They looked at these people speechlessly.

Sure enough, it’s Gryffindor, it’s excessive!

“The Dementors didn’t have any effect on me!”

Harry said happily to Evan.

Evan grinned.

“Most likely, they’re not Dementors, yes, they’re Malfoy in disguise, but I’ve already helped you get revenge.”

“After I released the Patronus, I threw a sticky charm at them, which they expected to get stained with their clothes, and I hope they can escape the lesson McGonagall taught them.”

Evan smiled happily.

“Come on, party!”

Frey grabbed Evan and Harry and pulled them both into the common room. They also disappeared for a while and went to the Honey Duke to buy sweets and beer. They pandered Evan to drink.

He said that if he cheered, he would definitely drink together, and no matter what Evan did, he would not pass it on to him. Evan didn’t stand up to temptation.

He became an alcoholic again.

But everyone drank too much, and they wriggled around together. Evan also taught them to shout Mai.

In short, they played until midnight.

It wasn’t until Professor McGonagall, in her pajamas, drove them all back, and poured Evan a bunch of sobering and throat potions before she carried him back.

“If I find out that you are still making trouble, I will deduct two hundred points for you!”

Professor McGonagall yelled angrily at all of them.

Everyone honestly shut up.

Even Evan was a lot more sober after being drunk, and honestly shrunk in his bed, not daring to speak. Professor McGonagall finally left.

Evan rolled over and heard Ron and Harry and Neville discussing the party. He yawned.

Then rubbed his head on the pillow and fell asleep.

He had a dream that he was nibbling on chocolate, and then suddenly the chocolate was gone and someone took him the chocolate. He started to get cold.

He kind of wanted to cry.

He remembered that he was not afraid of the cold anymore?

Evan thought blankly.

Then thinking about it, he heard Ron’s screams, and he was awakened by fright.

“What, what’s wrong?”

Evan jumped up in fright.

But he saw nothing.

“Sirius Black!”

Ron screamed loudly. Evan patted his head.

Ah, yes, yes, it seems that on the night of the Quidditch victory, Black broke in. Forgot to forget, drink and make a mistake.

But this is also an inevitable thing, because Evan knows that Sirius is not deadly, and he remembers important things!

“What’s wrong?”

Harry’s voice asked suspiciously.

“Is it another party?”

Neville said in confusion.

Ron exclaimed with some horror, “What a party! It’s Sirius Black, he just came in with a knife, and he cut open the mantle of Evan’s bed with me! ”

Evan moved his bed mantle, and sure enough, a large cut was cut and thrown aside. No wonder he felt so cold.

Blake, this bastard, come in and scratch his bed mantle for what! It’s such a tragedy to dream about.

Evan was complaining, and then Harry had jumped off the bed, grabbed him and ran outside. Ron and Neville rushed out with them.

Doors behind them were opened.

“What’s wrong?”

“Who’s screaming?”

“Does Evan still want to take us to shout Mai?”

“One person, I was drunk…”

The light of the fire inside the fireplace illuminated their faces.

“Ron, are you sure you saw it, not a nightmare or something?”

“I’m sure, I really saw it, I didn’t drink much!”

Ron said loudly.

“What are you doing!”

“Professor McGonagall told us to hurry up and go to bed!”

The girls also came down from the dormitory.

“Great, the party continues to start, I propose to give little Evan some more drinks, it will be very lively here!”

Fred said happily.

Percy glared at him fiercely.

“I’ll tell mom that you guys deliberately gave little Evan a drink!”

“It’s just a drink, what are you afraid of!”

George muttered.

“No, don’t let him drink it anymore!”

Percy huffed.

“Hurry up and give me back, or I’ll call Professor McGonagall!”

Ron shouted angrily, “Can’t go back, listen to me, Black just broke into our dormitory with a knife!” ”

The common room fell silent instantly.

Only Percy’s terrified, gasping voice remained.

“What nonsense are you talking about… You’re having nightmares! ”

“I didn’t have nightmares, I really saw it!”

Ron glared angrily at Percy.

“See what! Shut up for me and don’t speak anymore! ”

It’s Professor McGonagall.

She walked in from outside.

She was draped in pajamas, and her face was full of anger.

“I’m glad Gryffindor won the game, and I didn’t refuse Ming at your party.”

You poured wine on little Aven, and I didn’t deduct points for you, but you didn’t sleep in the middle of the night, and the whole school was the noisiest for you!

“And you, Percy, I thought you could do more!”

Percy quickly shook his head and said, “Sorry, Professor, it was Ron who had a nightmare.”

“It’s not a nightmare, it’s true, I saw Blake rush into the dormitory with a knife, and the mantle of our dormitory was cut…”

Professor McGonagall looked at him in shock.

“No, there is a portrait guard…”

Ron pointed angrily at Sir Cardogan’s portrait.

“Ask him, he knows for sure!”