Cohabitation With My Ex-Husband - Chapter 279 They Are My Sons

In the eyes of many people, Hefpaff College represents a mediocre idiot, while Slytherin is famous for its shrewdness, ambition, and sleekness.

When Hefpaff stayed with Slytherin, it was like a badger and a snake in the same room, and it seemed that badgers would always be bullied by snakes.

Compared with the dazzling other three hospitals, Hefpaff is mediocre, so many people forget Hefpaff’s academic spirit: integrity, loyalty, honesty, and fear of hardship. People who possess these qualities may not be in harmony with each other. Tom Riddle was equally famous, but their souls were stronger than him.

Professor Pomona Sprout from the valley is known for being good at the curse of food, and the gloomy and greasy Slytherin chief from the cellar often handles disgusting magic materials such as slugs. They don’t seem to have Any communication and scandal arise, but here is Hogwarts, what can’t happen even if there is magic?

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Auriel, the Goddess of Balance, was once revered among the pantheon of deities for her immense power.However, her chronic clumsiness and inability to manage divine tasks without causing unintended disasters have made her the laughingstock of the gods. After one particularly disastrous mistake (accidentally flooding an entire celestial city), she’s banished to the human realm as punishment.Her mistake? Seducing the Chief God's daughter and make her fall for Auriel?Her next task? Select the next ruler of Earth.Her problem? Every “candidate” is a strong-willed, talented woman who, instead of vying for Earth’s throne, seems more interested in vying for Auriel’s heart.____Will have r18, smut, futa, harem and so much more

[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.