Hogwarts 1991

Chapter 110
In the end, Hermione's fanfic career had to be reduced to ashes in Snape's raging rage.

——This is really a 'regret'!

MacGuffin breathed a sigh of relief.

Snape and Filch were patrolling the school to check badges.

The Weasley twin brothers, who had been on Filch's blacklist for a long time, were naturally dragged to 'drink tea' early.

Fortunately, the two of them had rich experience, and the interruption was misleading.

"McGuffin, you did a great job, it's a pity we didn't see Snape's expression with our own eyes..."

"Yes! You have really done a great thing. From the moment I met you, I knew that you would eventually establish a great career!" The two took turns to express 'congratulations' to McGuffin.

McGuffin accepted the congratulations from the two with a dumbfounded smile, and asked them not to speak out.

Snape's crazy rectification campaign didn't last for a few days, and it slowly subsided. He devoted all his anger and energy to the Slytherin Quidditch team.

Because the Quidditch match is in these two days.

Under his high-pressure policy, Slytherin's Quidditch team trained on the court all day and all night, which was even crazier than Wood.

(According to gossip, it is rumored that in order to restore the honor of himself and the Slytherin house in this game, Snape issued a death order and showed them the penalty of losing the game.)
—I don't know what kind of punishment Snape showed them after that to scare these guys like this.

Inspired by this, Wood filled up the Gryffindor Quidditch team's training plan, and even opened a new "temporary stadium" on the edge of the Forbidden Forest as a training venue, and even got Professor McGonagall's approval.

Harry also fell into the relentless and endless training.

Even so, McGuffin followed Harry closely because he had an intuition
——Professor Quirrell will definitely touch himself again.

From the clues, it can be judged that this contact will not be as friendly as the last time.

Fuck!if not...

After Quirrell's plan failed, McGuffin knew that Harry was almost certain to be safe now.

……

In the afternoon, the Quidditch match is about to begin.

Gryffindor vs. Slytherin, both sides have reasons not to lose.

Harry stood in front of Slytherin in his Gryffindor Quidditch suit and holding a Nimbus 2000.

It's hard for these guys not to have the same kind of smug expression as usual, I am a Slytherin, I am a pure-blood, I am proud, I am proud, and I despise you, a country bumpkin.

Instead, he stared at all the Gryffindor Quidditch players with a silent face, like some kind of poisonous snake spitting out a message.

Harry knew that this 'battle' would be unprecedentedly difficult, and for a moment, his thoughts were in a mess, and he remembered the morale-boosting nonsense that Wood had just said in the locker room.

Snape was sitting on a broomstick, floating in mid-air, staring at everyone coldly. Wherever his gaze passed, even the originally noisy and lively Quidditch pitch suddenly became quiet, as if the sound had been erased by some kind of spell.

As he came to the center of the playing field, the Quaffle was thrown high.

A sharp whistle sounded, and all the brooms shot up into the sky.

- The game has begun.

……

"McGuffin, where did he go?" Hermione looked down with a telescope on the high platform with some concern, trying to find the trace of the little wizard among the crowd.

From the very beginning, there was no sign of McGuffin. It was obvious that several people came to the stadium stand together at the beginning.

In addition to these two days (since that incident), McGuffin was always suspicious and followed Harry all the time, becoming a follower.

Even Ron could see what he was afraid of, and asked what was going on, but he didn't say anything.

(After the 'big dung egg' accident happened on the Quidditch pitch last time, the school roughly allocated the students of each college according to the venue, and then let the prefects and professors inspect it)
(And two days before the start of the game, very strict school rules were promulgated throughout the school - if someone casts unnecessary (referring to non-life-threatening) magic during the Quidditch match, or throws big dung eggs, these toys from Zuko's joke shop, they may be expelled...)
Hermione held a binoculars in the crowd below and only saw professors and prefects, who were patrolling among the little wizards. Besides, there was a large group of Gryffindor little wizards, who wore wizard robes, Gryffindor-specific red and yellow scarves, and waved triangular flags of the same color.

—There is no MacGuffin in it!
"Oh! Professor Quirrell didn't know what to do with McGuffin just now, and he probably didn't know why he was punished..."

Ron didn't care. He was arranging the wand in his sleeve and trying to adjust it to a comfortable position.

They had been secretly practicing the Leg-locking Curse for the past two days. If Harry had been cursed again last time, this time he could be firmly fixed on the broomstick so that he would not fall off.

But it was unnecessary, because Snape's gloomy face could almost strike thunder out of thin air. He rode a broom to the audience stand, and there would be silence immediately.

Before the start of the game, half of the stadium's eyes were focused on him. Although there was no words, everyone's eyes showed that they were watching the show, and they were almost the same.

In this case, there was no way he could cast any spells on Harry.

As soon as Hermione and Ron came to the high platform, they realized this situation and were relieved, not to mention that Dumbledore was still on the field...

But just in case, the two of them must be prepared, must keep an eye on the movement on the court, and be ready to cast a spell at any time.

"Weasley, oh, it's you! Didn't see you, I'm looking for MacGuffin, do you know where he is?"

Someone deliberately slapped Ron on the head hard, it was Malfoy.

He didn't have his usual nasty smile, and his face was somber, followed by the two stout followers Bangor and Crabbe.

Ron didn't answer, not even angry, because with the whistle blowing,

- The game has begun.

This made him very nervous.

But he wondered what Malfoy was doing in the Gryffindor stand. Although it was only nominally separating the four houses, no one wanted to come to the territory of the other four houses for nothing, especially a Slytherin entering the stand surrounded by Gryffindor students.

"Could this guy come to trouble McGuffin? How is it possible? Come here to provoke a dueling champion that he can't beat, isn't this courting death?"

Seeing that Ron ignored him, Malfoy trembled with anger.

Ever since he was cast that spell by the McGuffin that day, no... no, ever since he met the crazy Mudblood, the McGuffin, his life has been messed up by this guy.

Even the two silly followers behind him began to doubt himself, and even began to question the glory of the Malfoy family represented behind him.

He couldn't let his family be discredited - MacGuffin Albert must be expelled from Hogwarts or disappear.

This was an urgent desire he had never had before, and he could pay the price for it, even if it hurt both sides,...even if he was expelled from Hogwarts, he would have to let this guy pay the price he deserved for insulting the Malfoy family.

When Malfoy knew that students were not allowed to cast spells in the stands, he knew that this was an excellent opportunity for him. Facing McGuffin, a thin body who was about to cast spells without saying a word, as long as he was a little provocative, he might let this guy cast spells and be expelled. Even if it happened, he didn't have to be afraid.

"In case I really get expelled, anyway, with my father's help, I can still go to the magic school in Durmstrang. I heard that although this school is not as famous as Hogwarts, it can really learn black magic, not some ridiculous Defense Against the Dark Arts class..."

but……

Where's that McGuffin Albert guy?

Malfoy searched up and down the Gryffindor stands for a long time, and he couldn't find out where he was until the game started, which made the plan aborted before it even started.

This made Malfoy a little unbearable, and he started to provoke Ron directly, wanting to ask where Harry's follower McGuffin went?Unexpectedly, this guy would dare to ignore him, the most incompetent brat of the Weasley family, would dare to ignore the heir of the Malfoy family?

But the important thing now is to find McGuffin and speak first. Malfoy suppressed his anger, and said to Neville who was on the side in a commanding and threatening tone, "Longbottom, do you know where McGuffin is now?"

"I'm not afraid of you, because Gryffindor will always win in the end..." Neville said divinely, stammering words that made people understand.

"Longbottom, it seems that your brain is becoming more and more hopeless... Forget it, it is a wrong thing to ask you."

Malfoy sneered strangely, and regained some of his previous expressions.

He came to Ron's head again and slapped it hard, "Weasley, didn't your father teach you how to be polite? When others ask questions, you must answer others, and face to face..."

"Malfoy, I warn you..."

Ron glanced back and said, clenching his fists, holding back the anger in his heart.

He has more important things to do -- turn his attention to the field.

The competition on the Quidditch field was fierce, and the scores of the two colleges were chasing after each other, biting each other tightly, and no one dared to relax a bit.

The intensity of the game was almost comparable to that of an official Quidditch match for adult wizards, and some wonderful goals even aroused the cheers of the audience, no matter which academy it was from.

Ron really didn't want to miss this game, and Harry was circling around the court in class, patrolling for the Golden Snitch.

In case something happens, Ron will cast the Leg Lock Charm to protect Harry.

He didn't dare to pay half of his attention.

……

It was the foul-smelling dirt that woke up McGuffin from his coma.

He opened his eyes slightly - he was lying on a ground full of rotten leaves and black soil, but there were no annoying multi-legged insects crawling around.Not far away, you can also see dark trees in a strange state.

--here is?

Immediately McGuffin realized that this was the Forbidden Forest. Hogwarts only had this kind of rot in the deepest part of the Forbidden Forest, but it didn't smell that foul smell.

And there are no various types of bugs that are constantly spreading and crawling all over the ground.

This place is very strange and frightening, as if coming here is completely incompatible with the world that those Muggles know.

Different from the wonderful and beautiful magical world represented by Hogwarts, the Forbidden Forest here seems to represent the other side of the magical world.

——Another dark world, where wild, evil, bloody, cruel...

These will never disappear, but will suddenly appear in front of everyone who steps into the magical world one day.

Although the professor of Hogwarts, Dumbledore tried his best to hide this side of the world from the little wizards, but just like the Forbidden Forest was originally established before Hogwarts, the real appearance of the magical world itself is cruel by nature, without any warmth at all. It is only after entering the modern magical world that it gradually becomes what it is now.

Just like the Forbidden Forest, even the smell here does not have the slightest sense of life—it seems that even the tiny organisms such as bacteria that cause decay cannot survive in this environment.

The experience before Christmas made McGuffin understand that only those with strong magical powers are eligible to survive in this land.

The ground was cold, but McGuffin's heart was even colder. He gradually recalled what happened after he met Quirrell. He smelled a strange and pungent fresh fragrance, and immediately became dizzy. He followed Quirrell into the Forbidden Forest involuntarily.

He remained motionless, trying to relax as much as possible, maintaining his original appearance.

McGuffin was running [Occlumency] crazily. Under the influence of this magic, he gradually recalled the scene at that time.

I seem to have seen that before coming to the Forbidden Forest, Ron also saw him greet him.

And now I'm just lying on the ground, and I haven't suffered any curse...

This discovery made McGuffin feel a lot more relaxed, because it meant that his life would not be in danger for the time being.

But what the hell is Quirrell doing here?
Why did he suddenly want to be alone with himself?
Except for the traverser and the system, most of the McGuffins have nothing to hide from Quirrell, and the two aspects of content have been well protected, and even Voldemort probably will not know these two secrets.

Just when McGuffin was thinking carefully about what Quirrell wanted to do, a cold voice came.

"Mr. Albert, stop pretending!... I know you've woken up."

A sound of footsteps dragging and rubbing on the ground, slowly approaching the McGuffin.

McGuffin clearly knew that the current situation no longer allowed him to escape.

Fear can only be overcome by facing it.

After taking a few deep breaths and making up his mind, McGuffin got up from the ground without any surprises. Quirrell held his own yew wood wand in his hand, and stood a few steps away to look carefully.

He looked up and sneered.

"McGuffin!"

"Just now I was still wondering what kind of expression you would face all this, it seems that I still underestimated you..."

"You have prepared for this day, and the incident a few days ago should be your handwriting? ——You originally planned to bump me and Harry together...Unexpectedly, it was destroyed by Snape, Malfoy said."

"Am I guessing right?"

"Since you know everything, why do you still ask me?" McGuffin didn't know what this guy wanted to do now, so he brought himself here.

"Then Harry, isn't that your friend!? Is that how you treat your friends? Dumbledore didn't teach you that way... didn't he?" The irony in Quirrell's tone became more serious.

(End of this chapter)