Chapter 339 "who Agrees? Who Disagrees?

"Are you satisfied now? You and I will go and explain to Professor McGonagall," said Hermione with a fierce look directed at Elena, her cheeks flushed and voice dissatisfied.

Now it's dinner time.

The three, who had enjoyed a relaxing bath, arrived at the school hall and began to enjoy the increasingly delicious food of Hogwarts.

The only difference from the usual was that the emblem on Hermione's chest, with some strands of wet hair, was not the common golden and red lion, but a cute badger with a yellow and black background.

Because Elena was completely soaked, just like the three men in their splash battle in the bathroom, she even soaked all her underwear, so she had to temporarily put on Elena's clothes to fix it.

Fortunately, Elena's figure is similar to hers, both in the size of the underwear and in the length of the skirt and the stockings, they fit her quite well.

To be precise, as a girl from the non-magical world, Hermione Granger even felt a bit envious the moment she saw Elena open the suitcase, you know, she doesn't have as many beautiful garments and varied styles of underwear and footwear as Elena.

"It's okay, Professor McGonagall doesn't care. I know Professor McGonagall better than you. Even the reason I entered Hogwarts is because of her."

Elena pursed her lips disapprovingly, and handed Hermione a piece of meat pie.

As she spoke, Professor McGonagall stood up from her teacher's seat for the third time.

Finally, the Gryffindor head understood Professor Sprout's feeling before that: Gryffindor finally gave birth to a witch with excellent academic performance, and the result was such a dazed effort, she even wore the Hufflepuff Academy uniform?!

"But..."

Hermione subconsciously opened her mouth to be fed, and said vaguely, still worried.

"It's nothing," Elena shook her head, wrapped the remaining pastries on the dinner plate, and took a big bite. After the intense and beautiful battle in the bathroom, her body needed many nutritional supplements.

"And tomorrow is the weekend. According to the school regulations, we can choose our favorite outfit at will. When you saw Princess Victoria's skirt, your eyes almost popped out of their sockets. I have two sets, one of them is for you, it's your birthday present this year."

"Eh, eh? Eh!"

Hermione's eyes widened in disbelief. She almost choked because she forgot to swallow. She had to take a good gulp of juice before swallowing the piece of meat pie. Looking into Elena's eyes felt like she was looking at an angel.

"Really? Can you really give me one?"

No matter how sensible and precocious Hermione Granger may appear normally, she is still an eleven-year-old girl at heart. She has little resistance to this beautiful and cute outfit.

"Of course, I never lie."

Elena smiled nodding, then took the napkin and wiped the juice from Hermione's mouth. With the wealth of Hogwarts, she will soon become one of the richest people in the world. A little skirt is nothing at all.

"Hmp."

Hannah, who was sitting beside them, glanced at the two girls beside her, sniffed unpleasantly through her nose, and the knife in her hand forcefully struck the steak in front of her, making a slightly terrifying sound of metal clash.

"Uh..."

Elena looked at the steak that was about to be cut into sauce by the little iron girl. The small hair on her head couldn't help but tremble, and she swallowed in fear. Wrong, just now, excited for a moment, she forgot to balance the favoritism on both sides at all times.

"About that, Hannah, or choose one from my suitcase..."

"No need."

Hannah Abbott continued to cut the steak in front of her without expression. It seemed that she wouldn't stop until she had chopped it into minced meat. She coldly looked at the girls' chests and said calmly:

"After all, my size is different from yours. Your clothes are too tight for me."

As the relationship tightened, the words between the girls gradually became callous. Hannah knew exactly what mattered most to the two friends, but it was just a sympathy between two clips. She didn't know anything absolutely. She didn't envy.

When showering together, the looks of envy and jealousy from Elena and Hermione shouldn't be too obvious.

"Hmph, I'll grow too!"

"That's now, I'm still young."

As expected, Hermione and Elena, whose sensitive nerves had been touched, instantly burst out and responded in unison.

As she had said, Elena and Hermione looked at each other, stood up violently, rubbed their wrists to prepare to teach a joint lesson to the little iron girl, and they hadn't forgotten that it was their first "act of self-love."

At that moment, Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy entered the auditorium with a smile.

And they were followed by Ron, Crabbe, Goyle, and many other boys who had also passed the Quidditch team selection. Obviously, from their sweaty faces, most of them are panting and have just come back.

As soon as they all entered through the door, they saw the three Elenas gathered and hurried towards them.

"Sister, sister, you missed a big secret. Mrs. Huo Qi accidentally said it leaked."

Draco Malfoy approached mysteriously and muttered.

"She told us that even if we fail to beat any official team, our name will be used as a substitute member and will be recorded in the detailed introduction below the team medal that won this semester."

"And so what?"

Elena frowned slightly and looked disdainfully at the sweaty boys. "Besides, they're just standing here talking, not bowing, or being careful that I might hit them."

"That means we'll still have our name in the Quidditch Cup register this year anyway!"

Ignoring the slight displeasure in Elena's tone, Ron Xing hurriedly added, his eyes sparkling with excitement, so thrilled that he was almost incoherent.

"Think about it, we're only in first grade and we can be registered in the school's Quidditch history as participants. George and Fred must be dying of envy."

"Oh, really? That sounds great."

Elena replied coldly, narrowing her eyes and whispering before the smile on Ron's face faded.

"If any of you are thinking of just blending in for a year and then settling for being on the list, tomorrow's team selection process won't be used either. We'll simply have more people, and I see that several girls in Crow can fly."

Seeing that she was about to "punish" Hannah, I was interrupted by this group of ignorant boys, which had originally unsettled Elena a bit, and upon hearing Ron and Malfoy's insatiable profanities, Elena's mood worsened.

"Uh..."

Feeling the hostility in Elena's tone, Malfoy and Ron seemed to receive a cold shower to the face and immediately quieted down, opening their mouths and looking at each other. It's embarrassing to be expelled from the team without formal training even starting.

However, at that moment, an angry voice rose from the back of the crowd.

"Why are you so arrogant? I admit you fly very well, but can you do whatever you want when you fly well? Your threats don't scare me. This is Hogwarts' official Quidditch team. Even if you want to expel a team member, you need Madam Huo Qi or Professor Dumbledore's approval."

Zakarais Smith crossed his arms and looked towards the rest of the boys, trying to gather some courage.

"Besides, who the captain is depends on tomorrow's performance on the field. If I'm not mistaken, you don't even understand Quidditch rules very well, do you? I saw you watching 'Magic' yesterday morning. Quaffle of Quidditch, in that case..."

"I'm sorry, I can do whatever I want in this matter."

Elena raised her eyebrows without annoyance and said very calmly, "I now declare that you won't play tomorrow, you will be eliminated. As for whether my words are effective, you'll know tomorrow."

Immediately after, Elena looked significantly at the boys, displaying a dangerous smile.

"Listen, the first rule of the Quidditch team is, it all depends on me. Does anyone have any objections?"

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