Chapter 322： cheers!

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In the Great Hall of Hogwarts, the magic ceiling reflecting the outdoor weather was dark at the moment, and only a few dim spots of light hung empty in the starry sky.

The dinner scene that was supposed to be lively and pleasant was inexplicably low pressure. When everyone was sitting and enjoying the food, Fred the Thorn was punished to eat while standing.

From time to time, the students turned their attention to this "abrupt" buddy, looking at, sympathizing, sighing, and of course, mocking.

Suddenly, another figure stood up straight.

Sean Wallop, the Ravenclaw celebrity the students recognized immediately.

Sean, smiling as always, carried a plate full of food.

"I absolutely love the Hogwarts kitchen."

The high and low voice fell, and then Sean stood and enjoyed the food on the plate.

At this time, I have to mention the addition of handsome skin, good posture and education, even if it is standing to eat, even if it is not very elegant and clumsy to cut steak with one hand, Sean still looks personable. .

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

The two immediately reacted to Sean's intentions.

Daisy, who was not used to being watched, blushed slightly, but she immediately stood up with her plate.

Hermione glared at Sean and stood up as well.

"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 honey lamb chops for Xiaobaihua, who nodded slightly to hide the anticipation in his eyes.

"Enjoy it."

Just as Sean was about to turn his head to send a signal to his roommate and Harry's group, a petite girl sitting alone on the other side of the Ravenclaw long table also stood up with a dinner plate.

She wasn't even much taller than the tall student sitting, she didn't show any expression, just calmly rolled up some pea shoots from her plate with a fork and put it in her mouth.

Stephanie... Sean's brow twitched oddly.

However, now is not the time to think about it. Under the suspicious and strange eyes of everyone, Sean raised his eyebrows quietly at his roommates.

Ravenclaw doesn't accept idiots - the roommates immediately understand what their best friend is up to.

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

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

"A toast to a wonderful dinner, my friends at Hogwarts." He toasted gracefully, smiling graciously.

This time, 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, and Ron even held creamy bisque.

"cheers."

On Hufflepuff's long table, Cedric, who was already a prefect, also stood up, and he raised his glass to Sean.

"cheers."

Gryffindor's prefect, the new president of the Boys Student Council, Percy Weasley the Unselfish, also stood up quickly.

He even walked up to his younger brother, who was punished for his mistakes.

"cheers."

His girlfriend, Ravenclaw's prefect Penello, also stood up.

"cheers."

It was like a chain reaction. Sean stood up alone, followed by three, four, and ten people. No one wanted to sit 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 by one.

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

"Cheers, cheers—"

"I'll drink this bowl of soup first as a tribute!"

The chaotic shouts and clinking of glasses spread all over the auditorium at once.

"Sean..." Fred twitched the corners of his mouth.

The original "abrupt" situation disappeared at once, and he no longer had to lower his head and force a smile with his classmates.

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

Umbridge stood up too, but she didn't hold her glass.

"What do you want to do?" she asked with a smile.

"Eat, Professor—" Someone shouted among the people standing up, and there was a burst of laughter in the auditorium.

Umbridge went back and forth like a bulging-eyed toad looking for someone to speak, but the heads of people in the auditorium were shaking, and there was no way to catch the slippery thief.

As a witty high-ranking investigator at the Ministry of Magic, she immediately turned the tables.

"Mr. Sean Wallop—" She obviously knew Sean, her sturdy neck stretched out with difficulty, looking at the Ravenclaw table, "you are sabotaging the otherwise good living environment at Hogwarts. Are you trying to agitate the other students 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 buckled, and his words were still trying to differentiate him and other students.

Sean walked into the aisle with pumpkin juice, his face was puzzled and innocent: "Professor, I don't quite understand what you mean?"

Umbridge slapped the table twice, trying to quiet the students, but no one paid her any attention.

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, obligation and more power to govern Hogwarts. You are fighting against Hogwarts. School rules, against the rules of the Ministry of Magic!"

Sean looked puzzled: "School rules? Hogwarts has never had a rule that you are not allowed to stand up during meals. At least Professor Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall never said it."

On the teacher's table, Professor McGonagall, who was shaking the wine, nodded lightly.

Sean continued: "As for the Ministry of Magic - our new Minister, Mr Crouch, doesn't seem to have issued an order forbidding wizards to stand up to eat?"

Umbridge was about to speak when Sean interrupted her immediately.

"Oh—" he suddenly realized, "I see, Professor Umbridge, you mean, in this tense situation, the Ministry of Magic took the lead in promulgating this first emergency order—no Allow the wizards to stand up and enjoy their dinner!"

"Of course not!" Umbridge retorted without thinking.

How could the Ministry of Magic promulgate 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 order?"

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

Sean nodded suddenly: "That's all right, that means, we can continue to enjoy dinner?"

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

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

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

Professor McGonagall drank the red wine in one gulp, and said helplessly: "Sorry, but my authority is under yours at the moment."

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

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

As it happened, she turned her head and saw the long table of Slytherin Academy, which was the only table of students in the auditorium who did not stand up.

"I still have to find help from the students..." she thought to herself.

No sooner had his mind drifted than Umbridge saw the hateful Wallup kid walk straight to the long Slytherin table.

"Draco—" Sean called enthusiastically.

Malfoy glanced at each other rather crampedly, but he was already holding a glass in his hand.

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

There was a complex look in Malfoy's eyes, his perception of Sean was always strange.

I have been beaten by him, I have been smothered by him, but I have been saved by him, and I have even been forced by him with pretense. He usually greets him warmly when he meets him...

Moreover, Sean was really sincere when he said those words just now...

A well-recognized man of the school invites himself so sincerely, even if he is not welcome in Slytherin. But Malfoy knew that the people in Slytherin who didn't want to see Sean were actually afraid of him.

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

After a little hesitation, Malfoy stood up and toasted Sean.

"Respect to you, Wallup."

Sean patted his shoulder enthusiastically: "Just call me Sean."

With that, he smiled again and looked at the other Slytherin students.

"Hogwarts, and the one sitting in front of me - the glory of Slytherin." Sean raised the cup in his hand, and his voice became high because of "honor".

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

The chain reaction happened again beautifully, and the Slytherins also stood up one by one, even those little snakes who had had a head-on conflict with Sean did not fall.

They didn't want to stand up, but the shrewd and good-looking little snakes definitely didn't want to be the one who was left behind. Never look out of place in a crowd - that's what most snakes do in Slytherin.

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

He put his arms around Malfoy's shoulders and looked back, and Fred, who was laughing with the rest of his classmates, saw him.

"Thanks, buddy." Fred nodded solemnly.

Sean nodded, and the two smiled at each other.

The Great Hall at Hogwarts became boisterous and happy, and the students gathered into throngs of friends as if they were attending a self-help evening.

This school doesn't seem to have such a happy scene, with students laughing and weaving through the auditorium, toasting with friends from other colleges, and tasting food from other long tables - although the kitchens serve each college's food Exactly the same, but they always felt that the food on someone else's long table was tastier.

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

On the long table in the classroom, Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick were happily clinking wine glasses. This stern witch had drank several glasses of red wine in a row, and her face turned slightly red, and even her buns were slightly spread out.

And Professor Flitwick, who was already standing on the stool but the same height as the other sittings, was even more dancing. He and Professor McGonagall drank the glass after clinking, and then looked at Sean in the crowd with pride.

There were two people on the long table in the classroom with unsightly faces. One was of course Umbridge who had eaten a rotten Flobber caterpillar. She was about to mince the steak on the plate.

The other is Professor Wannian's gloomy-faced Big Bat.

He shook 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 glanced at Sean, who was smiling. What did this kid say to Daisy's ear?

Moreover, this kid just brought food for two people at the same time, right?

Snape crossed his face, thinking about what poison would make Sean suffer, and little Daisy couldn't worry about it.

The potion master, who had rummaged through all his potion formulas in his mind, looked even more ugly, and gulped down a glass of stuffy wine.

Sean, who was talking to Hermione and Daisy, shuddered, the corners of his eyes twitched slightly, and he felt the chill of the master.

Forget about the old bat...

"What's wrong?" Daisy asked curiously.

"Oh, it's alright."

In the noisy environment, Hermione approached the two of them, and then raised her nose at Sean: "Someone is more and more like Mr. Grindelwald."

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

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

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

He was very popular in the past, and Hogwarts was his Hogwarts, and it was Hogwarts of all the students present.

With his early bird, the Hogwarts gun must always be fired on outsiders first.

Moreover, under the current situation, it is what Sean likes 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 to stand up all alone than to stand alone, isn't it?

Halfway through the dinner Umbridge finally calmed the anger that had nowhere to go in her heart, and her appetite finally recovered a lot. She impatiently took another serving of food.

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

Sean came to the people with a glass of wine, his face was sincere, and his voice was clearly audible in the auditorium.

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

Sean looked at Umbridge, smiling.

"I propose that all of us Hogwarts students welcome you from afar! The only one in this castle--guest! Cheers!"

"Cheers!" The students were all smiles and their voices were very neat.

Umbridge now just wants to chop up the cutlery in his hand.

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