Chapter 958 (1/2)

The fate of Umbridge is now entirely in her own hands, at least as it seems. The Centaur tribe can't afford to kill a wizard now, but if Umbridge doesn't learn to be smart, it's easy to handle.

Even if you are immortal, it's exciting to be imprisoned in the Centaur tribe all the time.

Think of the Centaur's massive body, streamlined muscles

Well Perhaps it's not clear where Umbridge will find a life partner, at least not in the script.

In fact, van leen has been thinking about when Umbridge can be found by the Ministry of magic. Although the probability is a little low, people always have to have a dream.

But the most important thing right now is to fill your stomach.

In fact, staying up late is a bad and wonderful thing, but what is left after satisfaction is the bad side.

For example, being starved into salted fish?

Anyway, in Fanlin's eyes, dobby seems to be the most beautiful domestic elf at this time.

Plate after plate of food was placed on the kitchen table, which added some long lost popularity to Blake's ancestral home.

Since the Weasleys returned to their burrow, 12 mogery square has not been so busy for a long time.

At the other end of the table, Sirius looked at Vaseline with a bad smile.

”Hey, good morning, van Lin, it looks like you're in good shape.” Sirius said with a bad smile and handed van Lin a look that men all know.

It made Hermione's face red with a brush.

It came out of a house, and that's quite telling.

Hermione obviously couldn't stand Sirius's teasing. Under the table, van Lin felt a little hand groping for it, and then the tiny flesh in his waist was so hard.

Of course, no one else can enjoy the pain.

In fact, in such things, always want the boy to stand up, anyway, what is the face? For the future happiness

”I don't think that's enough food to stop your mouth, dobby!” Fanlin called out loud.

”Here I am, master Fanlin.” Dobby is still that pair of huantuo appearance, after changing the host, dobby becomes more cheerful.

”Give Sirius more slices of white bread on his plate. All he needs is this.”

”Oh, hey, you can't. If you don't even give jam, it's too much.” Sirius quickly said, while flying to the plate of bread again put back.

”Tell me, how do you feel?”

”Feeling?”