Conquest knights from Hogwarts

Chapter 94 The Pleasant Dumbledore

Filch's yelling caused the restaurant, which was originally depressed, to explode in an instant!

The discussions among the little wizards almost overturned the ceiling of Hogwarts, especially the little lion of Gryffindor. They have been battle-hardened and they have already made plans in their minds to save Quirrell and score points. He even thought about the extra points he asked Quirrell for.

This is a great event to save the professor from suffering at the risk of being smoked to death!

'We saved the professor's life! '

The little lion was thinking about it in his head.

'It's not too much to add a hundred points to this opening!Not too much!The professor has so many health points, right? '

The lion cubs who were trembling with excitement pulled out their wands in unison. The spell of clear water is like a spring has been taught in the first grade. Hundreds of springs gushed up, even if Quirrell was marinated in the dragon dung pile, little The wizards can also wash him clean, and by the way, complete the following bounty task of 'what's hiding under Quirrell's hood'.

"Quiet!"

A deafening loud voice sounded from the teacher's seat, and Dumbledore used the 'loud voice' spell on himself. He didn't speak before, but his voice was drowned in the students' clamor.

Suddenly, the originally noisy restaurant became silent, and Dumbledore's majesty was quite deep and unshakable in Hogwarts.

"Please take back your wand, although Professor Quirrell should be very happy with your kindness, but if the entire corridor is soaked in feces."

Dumbledore stared at the group of lion cubs who were about to move and even started to sneak away.

"Then the participants are responsible for cleaning up the hallway, no magic is allowed."

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The excited expression on the little lion's face froze immediately.
"Professor, it's dinner time, we haven't eaten yet."

The already daring twins wiped away the tears that didn't exist in the corners of their eyes and said to Dumbledore, "We are growing our bodies now, so we won't eat this meal. How much psychological damage will this cause us?"

The two of them were crying with snot and tears, and the blue veins on Professor McGonagall's forehead were jumping and jumping at this moment.

The twins who wanted to say more were keenly aware that the death warning line was crazily approaching them, and the twins, whose hairs were blown up, stopped crying immediately.

"Professor Dumbledore! Professor McGonagall! Hurry up and save Professor Quirrell! If he is later, he will really be drowned in feces and die tragically at the door of the office!"

"We're still young, so we eat one less meal, it doesn't matter, even if it leaves a psychological shadow, isn't it mashed potatoes, boiled potatoes, baked potatoes, potato pies that taste like dragon dung, endure the nausea We can also vomit in the future~~~”

Professor McGonagall, who was immediately laughed angrily, glared at these two things that were no big deal. Fortunately, she still saw the efforts of the twins before, which made her let her go. two people.

"I don't suggest you follow up."

Feeling tired, Dumbledore sighed. He waved his wand and gave himself a perfect head-bubbling spell, and then hurriedly walked in the front.

His actions made the other professors who were going to go together imitate him and cast a bubble head spell that could provide fresh air for himself. It's already tasty enough.

"Not recommended doesn't mean you can't go!"

After the professors left, I don't know who made this exclamation. This remote spell is only learned in the sixth grade. The difficulty is not low. Drowning himself.

The seniors in the sixth and seventh grades quickly cast spells on themselves, and there were not a few of them who succeeded. Almost everyone in the seventh grade could do it. In the sixth grade, some guys who failed the Charms class failed in frustration.

"Let's go! Hurry up, or there will be no show!"

The wizards in the sixth and seventh grades of Bailaihao trotted away in a hurry, and they left the juniors in the lower grades very disrespectfully. After all, the corridor is so wide, and there are not many places for onlookers.

"Mr Weasley, don't tell me it's about you?"

On the stairs leading to the second floor, Professor McGonagall lowered his voice and glanced at Ron and the three who were sneaking away. The three little wizards shared an oversized head-bubbling spell. Apart from showing three pairs of feet, They were all covered by the big bubbles of the bubble head curse.

"How is it possible, Professor, Peeves and I are mortal enemies, he has been beaten by me [-] times instead of [-] times, when this guy sees me, he wants to attack me with a big dung, my obstacle Heavy is trained on Peeves."

The voice coming out of the bubble head spell has a strange feeling, as if speaking through a layer of plastic wrap, the voice is very muffled.

"Don't you think about wrapping your body too, Professor? If you get dragon dung on your body, you'll be finished. Don't say whether to change your clothes or not, this disgusting person."

After being reminded by Ron, the professor who was walking in front suddenly trembled. The damage is really not that big. But it is indeed a disgusting person.
"Maybe Professor Quirrell is struggling desperately in the dragon dung pile, scraping dung to paint the wall."

In the end, this last sentence pierced the hearts of the professors, and they silently waved their wands again, imitating Ron and others, wrapping themselves tightly, even Dumbledore did the same.

Although there is the smell of isolation from the bubble head curse, the tragic scene is still frightening.

Peeves laughed wildly and moved piles of scattered dragon dung to water the highest hill. As a special ghost, Peeves has the ability to touch entities that other ghosts cannot do. Ability.

It’s not that Quirrell hadn’t struggled before, but when he was hit on the head by this thousand-pound (more than 900 catties) of dragon dung, Quirrell, who was awakened from a coma, had already lost eight or nine points of his strength, even if he worked hard Struggling, but with Peeves' continuous transport, no matter how hard he pushes the heap of dragon dung on his body, he can't finish it.

It's true that Peeves would have a little respect for the professor, but the professor team definitely did not include Quirrell, the crane tail. Peeves was overwhelmed by force and majesty, but Quirrell never had such a thing.

"Come out, come out, Garlic Quirrell, now you're a big dung~~~~"

Peeves, who was having a great time playing shit, didn't even notice the approach of the professor's team. When he accidentally found the group of people with big bubbles coming, Peeves was almost scared and fell. To that dragon dung heap.

"It was Weasley who made me do it! It was him!"

Peeves screamed and yelled, and he pointed at Ron and started throwing the blame wildly.

"That's right, it's him! It's him!"

Just as Peeves was yelling frantically, a thick wand was pointed at his body.

"There are many obstacles."

"My lord! My lord, I was wrong! My lord, spare me my life! My lord!" Peeves rushed left and right, but he couldn't escape the blockade of this illegal spell.

"Floating into the air."

"I did it myself, I did it myself! It has nothing to do with you, it has nothing to do with you, sir!"

"Clear water is like a spring."

"Forgive the little one! I was wrong. Gulu Gulu Gulu~"

Then Ron stirred the magic vortex to make the black-green dung-water mixture wrapped in Peeves whirl wildly in it. It used to be a big dung egg, but this time the formula was changed, using dragon dung picked by Quirrell.

"I'm willing to believe you didn't do it now, Ron."

Professor McGonagall looked at Ron who was waving his fingers and directing the dung vortex in a circle with complicated emotions.

"Peeves and you are really sworn enemies."

"Of course, I'm a good student, how could I get along with Pippi."

"You also think I'm doing the right thing, professor."

Without Peeves' feces luck, Quirrell, who was really struggling with shit, finally had a chance to breathe. He exhausted his last strength to wriggle wildly, and then struggled to lift his body from the heavy dragon dung pile. Pull it out.

"Who did it! Who did it! Come out! Come out quickly."

With a snot and feces struggling to get up from the dragon dung pile, Quirrell shouted angrily after taking a breath of relatively fresh air. The heavy grievances were inhumane, and you can't imagine what kind of force made him struggle. Survive to this day.

Don't say how easy it is without having tasted other people's pain, I think, I feel, I feel these words will be talked about someday when I'm lucky enough to be drowned in shit.

"It's Peeves, Professor Quirrell."

Dumbledore waved his wand in the bubble, and Peeves, who was tumbling madly in a small ball of dung, finally escaped from that terrible hell, but because he is not human, even if he can touch the real thing, his body cannot Won't get dirty with these things.

"Now, can you tell us the truth, Peeves?"

Dumbledore spoke kindly and asked softly.

"I picked up a big dung egg with a special product written on it: special for garlic flavor, and then I happened to meet Quirrell, so..."

Peeves honestly explained to Dumbledore, after all, there are only two and a half people he is really afraid of in this school, one is the bloody Baron, the other is Dumbledore, and the other half is he who has been persevering The big devil Ron who wants to defeat.

"I had no idea that that big dung egg exploded and turned into so much shit, but the guy who made this is a genius!"

After being honest for a while, Peeves said cheerfully again: "I've made up my friend! You just wait to be drowned in shit when the time comes! Little devil of the Weasley family!"

"Slightly slightly~~~"

Peeves flew away through the wall with his tongue out, leaving behind a series of cheap laughs. This guy was born in Hogwarts by some kind of coincidence. Unless Hogwarts disappears, Peeves Skin Ghost will always be with Hogwarts, carrying out pranks and teasing to the end, which is something that Dumbledore cannot change.

"It seems that the result is clear. That's how it is. This is just a prank by Peeves, Professor Quirrell."

"Hogwarts allows Peeves to play pranks. This is something he won and written in the school rules hundreds of years ago, so I can't do anything about it."

"But there is still good news, Professor Sprout, your lost dragon dung has been found."

"Then Ron."

Dumbledore looked at the orangutan who was about to play tricks with a half-smile.

"Please help Professor Sprout, after all, your spell is very efficient, right?"

"Gryffindor plus 25 points, it's a very difficult task, I think it's very reasonable."

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"No, I don't want it. I refuse. Professor, you can't buy and sell by force!"

"Professor Quirrell, why don't you do it for me? Anyway, it's on you"

"Professor Quirrell, where are you?"

"He'll be back in the office in a minute, so please, Ron."

Dumbledore couldn't refuse, and smiled kindly.

(End of this chapter)