Hogwarts Melon Eater Chapter 81

Charlie wiped the sweat from his forehead.

After reading books at Hogwarts for so many years, this is not the first time I have taken this train, but it is the first time I have seen so many people crowded at the door of a single compartment.

Charlie faintly heard the voice of his twin brother, he swallowed, not good, very bad.

"What is this doing?" Shirley asked the common question of the new melon eaters.

A Hufflepuff boy squeezed out, "Mahjong! Mahjong! Bloody battle to the end!" He exaggeratedly said, "The battle is too fierce!"

"What's the matter?" Nymphadora stood on tiptoe and tried to see the situation in the compartment, and could vaguely see two boys in green robes sitting inside, "Slytherin students? thing?"

"That's it—" The Hufflepuff Little Badger coughed twice, "It was originally a few freshmen playing mahjong... It's a new game, a few of our classmates were watching outside, and then Slytherin was attracted for some reason. That Chaser... uh..."

"Marcus Flint," Charlie said with a frown.

"Yes, that's him!" Little Badger akimbo. "He brought his friends in and squeezed in a yin and yang rage. First, he mocked the red-haired twins, saying they were pure-blood traitors... but everyone ignored him."

"Then he laughed at the other boy, saying that he was as black as a piece of carbon... The boy shrugged and continued to draw cards, saying that this was a much lower-level insult than the insults he had heard before."

"Then they started talking about the girl sitting on the outside, saying that she was a Muggle or something, but that girl played mahjong very seriously and didn't seem to care about them—" Little Badger sighed.

"Seriously, she didn't have any expression at all, and she was pulling the twins who were a little bit angry, just like Flint said it wasn't her!"

"Here comes the point," Little Badger said, and a group of melon eaters leaned on him, trying to figure out the whole story.

"Flint started messing around when he saw no one was paying attention to them, he ran to look at the girl's card and read aloud, 'Two circles, three circles...' and said the mahjong was Muggle trash, mahjong The melons are all garbage..." Little Badger's eyes widened, "You absolutely can't believe what happened!"

"That girl! Shouting 'the dignity of mahjong is not to be trampled on'! Pressed Flint's head directly on the table - Merlin's beard! She has tattoos on her arm! Flint finally got him wrong Provoking people!"

"Wow—" The melon-eating crowd took a deep breath.

"As soon as the girl made a move, everyone in the cubicle stood up, and the twins, one left and one right, took out their wands and confronted Flint's valet, and the black boy found a wandering bat and jumped on the table— The scene is about to explode!"

"Did it start? Did it start?" Shirley was very curious on the side.

"Of course—" Little Badger paused, "No!"

"Just as the scene was about to explode, the sales witch came over with a cart - the girl took Flint as a hostage and exchanged a bunch of food with his valet!"

"Flint deflated in the hands of a freshman? Hahahaha!" Charlie felt happy, he didn't care what the twins were doing, and was even willing to help them cover up in front of his mother.

"A girl? She's so cool!" Shirley's eyes lit up, "What's her name? That girl?"

"Anna, right? It should be called Anna... I heard the twins call her that..." Little Badger nodded, "I can't tell she's so powerful at all—the appearance is too deceptive!"

"Anna..." Nymphadora realized that this girl who dared to sneak into Hogwarts through the secret passage was definitely not an ordinary person.

Shirley jumped up and tried to see what Anna looked like, "Why are they sitting and playing together again? Isn't Flint angry?"

"He's so angry, he's almost in a coma! Flint and his valet walked away in despair, then came back after a while, and brought Slytherin's best Gobstone player with him, saying he wanted to fight Anna. Win or lose - if they win, Anna will admit that Mahjong is crap..."

"Then what if they lose?" Charlie asked.

"Running naked in the carriage..."

"What?!" Nymphadora called out in disbelief.

"That's impossible," Little Badger paused. "When the twins made suggestions, Flint also reacted the same way... Anna just said let them admit that mahjong is the most fun entertainment in the world."

"Has the winner been decided?" a melon-eating crowd asked Little Badger.

"It's not over yet, but I think—in fact, it's already been decided," Little Badger shrugged.

In the C11 compartment, Marcus Flint in a green patterned robe was raining down, and he began to doubt himself, how did he get into this situation...

In the beginning, I was just hanging out with my friends in the carriage to have some fun... I heard the sound of clicking and went over to watch the fun... mocking as usual... looking down on Muggle objects...

And then I was suppressed by this cute-looking...Bah, the vicious and ugly dominatrix!

Flint raised his head and glanced at his struggling companion. He sighed inwardly. Being suppressed is not the key... The key is that he thinks this broken mahjong is actually very interesting!

"Come on," Fred urged him, tapping his fingers on the table, "the flowers are all gone!"

Flint played a card silently, "What are you reminding? Six of a kind..."

"Huh!" Anna threw down the cards, 'all in one', she took a sip of the tea on the table, and looked like a boss, "Flint, we've played seven or eight games, you too Should you admit it?"

If you want to count the money, Flint has to lose a lot...

Anna Ma Dongmei's memory can clearly remember the cards she played, and it is not too easy to win a few rounds of mahjong.

"It's only my bad luck..." Flint stood up, stared at Mahjong, and left the table hesitantly.

"I admit... Mahjong is not bad..." He struggled to say, but in his heart he felt that this Mahjong was really good - at least it was much more fun than Gaobushi.

"You remember it for me," he gritted his teeth, despised his lack of determination, turned around and left the compartment with his valet.

"I still think he should run naked..." Fred thought while touching his chin.

"Agreed," George nodded and took a pillow in his hand.

"That's too hot for the eyes!" Anna coughed twice, "We are still freshmen! Remember to keep a low profile!"

Li Jordan sat back in his seat, and he whispered, "You were high-profile when you pressed his head on the table just now..."

The crowd of melon eaters outside the booth gradually dispersed, and a girl with pink hair squeezed in, "Anna! Fred! George!" Nymphadora was very excited, "What did you do?"

"Tsk tsk tsk," Charlie sat next to the twins, "I think about it, we have just left the platform, and it's not more than three hours since Mom told you not to be naughty..."

"Did you break your record for the fastest trouble?"

"No, you underestimate us too much," George shook his head. "Our record is to let the teacup bite the dog's nose within two hours..."

Anna raised her hands to show her innocence, "It's just a game of mahjong, they've come to find fault."

"They just like to make trouble everywhere," Nymphadora picked up a piece of mahjong. "How do you play with this thing?"

The twins introduced Nymphadora and Charlie how to play. Anna took a pillow and slowly fell asleep to the sound of mahjong touching the table. The train drove quickly.

The sky gradually darkened.

Chapter end