Chapter 82
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"Hey, long time no see."
Jon walked up to the girl nervously. "Do you want to eat together?"
The girl moved closer, squinted her eyes, and smiled.
"Why are you so nervous? I won't eat you. "
"Is your match over already? Why do you have time to find me? "
Jon took a step back and avoided Béla's death stare.
"Just say what you want to say."
"Let's eat first, we'll talk while eating."
… …
Béla was indeed fine.
Just like the previous ten years, the "Search for the Lost Crown" activity ended in failure. However, Béla's team should have obtained a good honor in this activity. When Jon met Penello two days ago, he saw that the future leader of Ravenclaw had a smile on his face.
Moreover, the final exam was coming soon. Other than revising, everyone had plenty of time.
"I don't believe you at all. Every year at the end of the semester, the students in Ravenclaw study like crazy. More than half of the library is occupied by your academy."
Jon chewed on the pie absent-mindedly. The food in Hogwarts was delicious, but there were only so many styles. After eating for a long time, one would not find it novel. It was not like the food that the elves at home could make.
However, it was not a problem to satisfy one's hunger.
"The library is occupied by our academy because you don't use it. I heard that your academy specially approved a large classroom from Professor Sprout. Our academy is envious. Unfortunately, Professor Flick thinks that we don't need to use this method to study, so we can only go to the library."
Haha.
Jon was too lazy to respond to Béla's words, but it did remind him of one thing.
"Speaking of which, don't you have a lot of notes left by your seniors? Don't you have anything to share about passing the exam? "
"What does it have to do with you? Don't even think about it. Ever since you entered our lounge last time, all the books and notes in the lounge were enchanted with protection spells by our seniors. "
"Stingy."
Jon curled his lips. It was not like he couldn't pass the exam.
"You're my cousin? It's fine if you don't want to help, but can't you speak more gently? "
"It's useless to be affectionate with you. The students of your academy have been ostracizing the students of my academy. It's not like I don't know about it."
Béla, who knew the inside story, glared at Jon. "It's all your fault!"
Jon: "…"
What else could he say?
Fortunately, Béla didn't really come to criticize him today. After saying a few words, she stuffed a small thing into Jon's hands.
"What is this?"
Jon touched the packaging, but he couldn't figure out what was inside.
"It's Penello's gift to you. She said it's a birthday gift to thank you. It should be an alchemy tool that she made in her spare time, but I don't know what it is exactly."
Béla put down the things and left. Jon, who was sitting in his seat, was confused.
"A gift in return is such a troublesome thing …"
He had only given her a birthday gift because Béla had mentioned it when she asked him to help her buy something. He thought it might be useful in the future, so he gave her a gift to build a friendship. He didn't expect to receive a gift in return.
It took so long for him to get it. It was probably a gift that Penello had been preparing for a long time.
In the current situation of the two academies, she still put in the effort to prepare a gift in return. To avoid arousing suspicion, she even asked Béla to send it over. This gift was probably a hot potato that wasn't easy to handle.
Forget it, it's just a gift.
Jon casually stuffed the gift into his arms, ignoring the ticking sound in the small package.
…
"Dumbledore isn't in Hogwarts right now. Our sources say that he's headed to Nico Lemour's residence."
Hogsmeade, a small gift shop.
In the basement.
Looking at the gloomy male Wizard in front of her, the witch Kelly couldn't help but think of the famous Black Wizard, the Prophet, hidden in the Black Magic Association in the distant America.
Although America had not experienced the black terror of being ruled by the mysterious man, Kelly still remembered the power of the "prophet" clearly.
And now, the Beyer Shlane standing in front of her already had part of the Prophet's deterrence.
"The news may not be reliable. With Dumbledore's strength, it'll take him at most half an hour to come back from France."
"Yes, then what should we do?"
"Wait. This time, Edmund died at the hands of Dumbledore. It's his own fault. Even Teacher can only swallow this mistake. But our arrangements in Hogwarts have been cleaned up. This is the big problem."
"That Black Devil has always been temperamental. Now that there's a problem with this transaction, he definitely won't give up this opportunity easily."
"The Prophet won't let him ask for too much. Even if he's the Black Devil, he's just a dying soul now."
After saying this, Kelly felt Beyer's cold gaze and shut her mouth in embarrassment.
"There's an old saying in the East that trouble comes from the mouth. You should watch your mouth."
Beyer reached out and pinched the witch's soft lips. He smiled coldly. "When this is over, you'll go back with me."
"Go back?" Kelly's eyes flashed with joy. "But the arrangements here …"
"Leave it all to the local Black Wizard. The Black Devil is coming back. They'll be very excited."
"Maybe so."
Kelly also showed a seductive smile. "But that's none of our business, right?"
"It's good that you can think this way. Don't be too anxious. Take it slow. There's still a long time. That idiot Edmund is dead. I still have to clean up his mess."
Beyer looked at the motionless roulette in his hand calmly.
He wasn't an impatient idiot like Edmund who didn't even know that he was being targeted.
He didn't dare to touch Dumbledore, but why wouldn't he dare to touch a student?
However, he had only found this opportunity after investigating for so long. He couldn't be reckless.
"It's getting late."
Putting the roulette aside, Beyer glanced at the docile Kelly and said softly, "I'm going to rest."
"Yes, Sir."
Kelly moved aside to make room for Beyer. She then followed Beyer into the room and closed the door.
The basement's sound insulation was very good. Only the occasional sound seeped out from the crack of the door, adding to the heated atmosphere of the night.
The temperature of summer spread in the small room.
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