Hogwarts: Harry Potter and the Glock 18.

Chapter 39 Since you want to seek excitement, then do it to the extreme
The four friends in the dormitory do not have the invisible pillars of the twins to support them to work happily. After all, the work of picking manure is a bit disgusting.

Manure fermented with magic creature feces cannot be stirred with magic. The magical power of wizards will destroy the magical effect formed naturally. There was once a poor man who was imprisoned in confinement and used magic spells to be lazy. The guy's sentence was directly stretched, and the full sixteen months of hard work can be called the longest punishment in the history of Hogwarts.

After all, those manures are valuable. Although Hagrid can get some rare ones, such as unicorn specialties, Professor Sprout needs a lot of them, which involves the issue of purchasing. Sixteen Galleons of fertilizer was offset by sixteen months of hard work. After all, it was the student who made the money. After all, outside, it was quite difficult to find a job for one hundred Galleons a month.

The middle-level employees of the Ministry of Magic, that is, small department managers like Mr. Weasley, have a monthly salary of only [-] Galleons. Unless they are students with excellent grades and become Aurors, the monthly salary of others after graduation is basically [-] Galleons. Between fifty and the unlucky guy who got a 'high-paying' job in advance, although he experienced a long period of pain, after graduation, this guy actually got a position as a technician in the magic fertilizer factory by relying on this craft. It can be regarded as a blessing in disguise.

At a quarter to twelve, the few people who were finally liberated left the No. 11 greenhouse exhausted. The energetic twins ran to the protection of magical creatures class not far away. It was raised there by Professor Keltburn, and the two of them would go there as soon as they finished working, and the fluffy blue ball was the best stimulant to soothe their hearts.

"I swear, no matter how short of money I am in the future, I will never accept the task of mixing fertilizer on the notice board."

Justin, whose mentality was a little broken, kept wiping his hands. Although he had washed them, he was still a little unacceptable.

"It's just mixing up the fertilizer, it's not a big deal, Justin."

Rove, who has dealt with magical creatures since he was a child, naturally doesn't care. Although he is a bit embarrassed, he can accept it. Neville has always had a good sense of herbalism, and fertilizers can't spoil his mood. Sooner or later, he will come into contact with it. Things don't need to be contradicted.

And Harry is even more indifferent, he has handled [-] prey if not [-]. Those offals are good things, but they must be handled cleanly, especially when making nine-turn large intestines, nothing can be kept. This taste must be careful and patient.

"But I still feel..." Justin, who was a little nauseous, wanted to cover his mouth subconsciously, but the wonderful smell left on it made him retch immediately with a 'wow'. He was pale and shaky when he walked.

"Do you want to fight poison with poison?"

Harry came up with a bad idea as soon as he turned his head.

"It's too much to bury Justin in a cesspit, don't you, Harry."

With a smirk on his face, Rove hugged Justin's shoulders, and the devilish voice made the gentle boy almost sit on the ground.

"Do you think I'm a demon?" Harry rolled his eyes and said angrily, "I mean, since we've already done this, why don't we make a comparison."

"Humans, when they see people of the same kind who are worse than themselves, they can always get something in their hearts that can comfort them."

"Is there anything worse than playing shit?"

Justin, who was pale, had a look of disbelief.

"The world's great wonders."

Harry shook his head slightly, and nodded to Justin, "The BBC made a documentary before, called Amazing India."

"The India of the East India Company?" Justin raised his eyebrows, "I remember that it is rich in spices."

"Yes, it is that magical country. In Andhra Pradesh, the annual Ujadi festival, which is their new year, on the second day, they will come to the street to add water or water to the cow dung they collected before. Stir the cow urine, and then start a Dung Festival with a strong smell. On that day, cow dung and slippers fly together, and cow urine and the Ganges have the same color."

"yue"

"Don't vomit, it's not enough." Harry continued energetically, "In that magical country, cow dung and cow urine are considered to be the magic medicine that can cure all diseases. If you are sick, you can cure all diseases. Eat a cup of divine cow urine every day to strengthen the body, strengthen the Indians, and they even make cow dung biscuits, which sell very well.”

"Stop it, stop it, please stop it."

Justin, whose face was already turning green, finally stopped retching. After knowing that there is such a ghost thing in the world, it seems that it is not unacceptable to stir up manure. After all, he just touched it with his hands. It's not as good as eating it directly from the mouth.

"Are you feeling better now?"

Harry, who had already grinned badly to his ears, said meanly, how could this kind of comforting opportunity be missed!
"I want to fuck you!"

Justin, who was no longer going to talk to Harry, turned his head with a dead face, he didn't want to talk to this bastard anymore.

"Oh, what's for lunch? Brown sugar mashed potatoes? Stewed chickpeas? Or"

"I'll kill you! Harry Potter! Satorov! I'm going to kill him! Kill him!"

The maddened Justin threw his teeth and claws at Harry, but the bitch in front twisted his waist and swung his long legs so that he couldn't eat the dirt. After a while, he was so tired that he was out of breath. Justin was carried by Harry with one hand on his shoulder.

"Zuzuzu, why don't you hurry up and exercise, with your small body now, if a girl blindly falls in love with you in the future, can you do it, little dog?"

"I, me. Me! (%￥&￥￥&￥#)"

Amidst Harry's wild laughter, Justin chose to play dead. Knowing this kind of bastard is indeed the misfortune of his life.

But after being exhausted to death, Justin no longer had the previous depression. Isn’t it just to help the professor? There must be someone in the school who has done this. He was so hungry that he no longer had the idea of ​​not being able to eat. Well, what Harry said was right. With his weak body, it seems that he is a little bit less masculine. It is a good thing to be bookish, but he can't be powerless.

Harry, who has finished being a bad friend and a big slut, is also quite happy in his heart. Before that, he has always seemed a little alienated from other classmates. After all, his mental age is far ahead of others, and he is doing things while occupying such a young body. It is an old thing, sometimes it is a very happy thing to let go of your mind and feel the vitality of young people.

After washing the body and changing into clean clothes, I filled my stomach with a hearty lunch. This fruitful day is full of memories.

"Since you want to seek excitement." Harry glanced at the Nimbus 2000 leaning against the bedside, "then do it to the extreme."

"Get ready for a new storm, Quidditch!"

"The Great Demon King is coming!"

(End of this chapter)