Hogwarts transfer students just want to be in love

In the evening, the four of them came to the auditorium for dinner.

Although apart from the Hufflepuff second-year students who were in the study room just now, everyone else saw Harry like a scourge.

But Harry seemed to have confidence in his heart because of Mo Bai's presence. All the questioning eyes around him were like a breeze, and he sat in his seat talking and laughing with them.

The daily dinner at Hogwarts was prepared by the house elves in the kitchen, and then delivered to the dining table with magic. As soon as they sat down, a sumptuous meal suddenly appeared on the empty plate in front of them.

Mo Bai is generally satisfied with the cooking skills of the Hogwarts house elves, except...

He took out a simple tea making device from his small bag.

Except that the black tea is really not authentic.

"By the way..." Ron picked up the chicken leg and gnawed it, "Have you finished your homework?"

"of course."

Hermione raised her chin, "It's just a twenty-inch piece of parchment, it's easy, I don't even have an argument to write down."

Twenty inches, converted to an international unit of measurement, is 0.5 meters, and it is also very impressive when unfolded on a desktop.

Ron looked at Hermione as if he saw the troll dancing, "That's twenty inches! It's almost as long as my legs when unfolded! How dare you say it's easy?!"

"You must have written the font very big?!"

Hermione gave a disdainful laugh, and slapped the rolled parchment on the table, "Look for yourself!"

Ron unfolded it unbelievingly, and what he saw was Hermione's neat and beautiful small characters densely displayed on the parchment, which made his scalp tingle.

He opened his mouth wide in surprise, "You are too good at this, let me copy it."

"No!" Hermione's eyes widened and she wanted to grab it, but Ron dodged it.

"Don't be so mean."

"You have to do your own homework!" Hermione glared at him angrily.

Ron had something to say, but found that the lower edge of the sheepskin scroll in his hand suddenly lifted and slapped his hand heavily.

In pain, Ron let go, only to see the parchment roll automatically rolled up in the air and flew to Mo Bai's hand.

Mo Bai returned the homework to Hermione, "You should listen to Hermione, Professor McGonagall will carefully read everyone's homework, and she can tell at a glance whether they have copied it or not..."

"Oh..." Ron was a little frustrated.

"But...you can copy mine."

Looking at the parchment in front of him, Ron looked at the smiling boy in disbelief, "Really?"

"No!" Hermione pressed Mo Bai's hand, "What if you copied him for yourself?"

"It's okay, I'll just write another one later, it's easy anyway."

Ron's raised hand froze in place.

Write another...it's easy anyway...

Feeling hurt, he pursed his lips.

"No, I'll write it myself."

Hearing this, Hermione quickly pulled Mo Bai's arm back, and snatched the homework from his hand.

"Let me go first! I'll hand it in for you tomorrow!"

Looking at Hermione who looked like a little housekeeper, Mo Bai smiled happily.

"Good~"

Just when the joy was here, a haughty voice suddenly came from the side.

"Mobai, right? I heard that you are fond of desserts. This is a dessert brought from home by our Master Malfoy himself to show our friendship."

Mo Bai raised his eyebrows, finally came.

Harry saw the man's eyes widen in surprise, while Hermione frowned, looking very disgusted.

Ron was straightforward, "Crabbe? What are you doing here?"

Mo Bai also looked up at the person who came, and the appearance of the person could be summed up in one sentence.

With a fat head and big ears and small eyes, a Slytherin robe looked taut on the opponent's body. He was holding a plate of exquisitely shaped desserts in his hand, and he looked very appetizing.

It can be seen from his eyes flicking to the dessert from time to time, as well as his Adam's apple when he swallows.

He knew it was one of Malfoy's henchmen.

Mo Bai looked in the direction of the Slytherin table, and the blond Draco Malfoy raised his eyebrows at him, obviously expressing kindness.

However, Mo Bai, who had been calculating in his heart for a long time, certainly didn't really think that the other party was trying to show his favor.

He smiled over there, reached out to take the tray in Crabbe's hand, and smiled politely, "Thank you, master, for me."

Crabbe walked away step by step, looking back, obviously reluctant to have a snack.

Mo Bai put the snacks on the table in front of him, and everyone's eyes were focused on it.

"That guy just admits to being cowardly like that? And give you some snacks?"

"But...it smells so good, this dessert."

Ron carefully studied the dessert in front of him, and an unexplainable but extremely pleasant smell hit him, making him reach for it involuntarily.

Snapped!
His outstretched hand was slapped away by Hermione.

"Do you dare to eat whatever Malfoy sends you?" Hermione glared at him.

Ron scratched his head, and he didn't know what was wrong. At that moment, he felt that the dim sum in front of him was extremely tempting, as if it was the supreme delicacy in the whole world.

"But this thing is really delicious, don't you believe me?"

Harry nodded too, he immediately asked about the inexplicable aroma.

He looked straight at Mo Bai, he now has an inexplicable trust in Mo Bai.

"Bai, do you know what the hell Malfoy is doing?"

"I don't know..." Mo Bai looked at the dim sum in front of him with interest, and he didn't feel any trace of black magic in it.

Could it be that there is such a profound black magic that even Momoran can't detect it?
What the hell is Malfoy doing.

He tentatively leaned over to smell it.

A smell of daffodils mixed with sunlight rushed towards his face, and a picture instantly appeared in his mind.

That was when he opened the window and saw the little girl practicing spells hard in his garden. On that day, the daffodils in the garden were just in bloom, and that was also the day when he fell in love with Hermione at first sight.

There was a flash of dumbfounding in Mobai's eyes, it turned out to be this thing.

He looked at Hermione, "Would you like to smell it?"

Hermione looked at him hesitantly, "Is it really possible?"

"You still can't trust me."

Hermione got the idea, and went up to smell it.

"What does it smell like?"

Mobai looked forward to it.

"It seems to be... the smell of black tea."

Hermione looked at Mo Bai, nodded firmly, "Yes, it's the smell of the black tea you made."

Harry and Ron leaned over to smell it again, and looked at each other.

"Why didn't we smell it, it's just a very fragrant smell..."

It's right if you don't smell it. If you smell black tea, something big will happen!
Mo Bai glanced at the two idiots, but when he got a satisfactory answer, the corners of his mouth curled up in a good mood, and the two of them felt a chill while watching.

They always feel as if they have been fed another mouthful of dog food for no reason?
"What's going on here?" Hermione's curiosity arose again.

Mo Bai smiled mysteriously, "You will know what this is in a while."

He picked up the tray and walked straight to the Slytherin table.

Malfoy has been paying attention to the situation over there, seeing them smelling the snacks curiously, with a flash of success in their eyes.

He knew the effect of this potion, as long as he asked about it, he could not help but let go of his guard, and it would generate great attraction.

As long as Mo Bai eats this snack, then...

There was a flash of joy in Malfoy's eyes, to see how proud you are.

However, to his surprise, the other party did smell the pastry, but as if nothing had happened, he walked towards him with the pastry.

Malfoy's heart sank for a moment, it shouldn't be, how did the other party find out that this snack was wrong?

It stands to reason that this kind of potion shouldn't be in the knowledge category of second-year wizards, right?

What exactly went wrong?