Hogwarts 1991

Chapter 209 Both loses!

"McGuffin!"

Ron groaned as he was pinned to the ground by two Slytherin Quidditch players.

McGuffin gathered himself together, and temporarily put this coincidence that made him chills... temporarily behind him, and looked at the 'battlefield' in front of him.

Harry was being chased by Malfoy and a few Slytherin Quidditch players,...probably trained since he was a child...'this footstep', 'this footstep'...

In short, even with a single opponent, he can deftly dodge most attacks.

George and Fred took out some Fierce Fireworks from somewhere and threw them at the feet of the Slytherin Quidditch players...

Crackling, a burst of miasma.

Fireworks are flying around.

Almost everyone jumped and cursed.

But in this 'battle', the most eye-catching performances were actually those Gryffindor witches, who cooperated with each other tacitly, you slapped me and punched each other, and beat Slytherin's captain Flint dizzy.

"McGuffin!" Ron yelled in pain.

"Okay, okay! Here I come!"

Malfoy immediately picked up his wand when he saw McGuffin enter. He had seen this guy cast without a wand on the train.

—He won't fall twice in the same pit.

As long as this guy McGuffin moves a little bit, Malfoy swears in his heart that he will make him often use his latest [Snot Bat Spirit Curse] to be very powerful.

McGuffin rushed straight to Ron, who needed him most.

Malfoy picked up his wand, squinted his eyes, and waited, as long as this guy moved slightly, he would...

- Huh, - Huh!

Two piercing sounds.

The two fat orangutans on top of Ron flew three meters away from the ground almost instantly, and landed on the lawn, rolling and crying.

"Ron, are you okay!"

McGuffin pulled Ron to stand up, patted the dirt on his body, and asked.

"I'm fine! But...but how did you do it!"

His eyes were staring like light bulbs, and he could barely speak.

The rest of the Slytherins backed away in terror, and Flint got on his new broom.All stared at the McGuffin in horror.

Malfoy simply raised his wand, yelled at McGuffin, "McGuffin, you can't fool me, you dare to use magic to attack the little wizard..."

"No no! I'm just born with supernatural power!"

The McGuffin held up his hands in a gesture of innocence (without holding a wand).

——In fact, he used the wandless and silent [Levitation Curse] at close range, touching the two little wizards for a moment and speaking

Malfoy was so excited, he yelled and swore, and just started waving his wand.

Ron was also ready (he was suffocated by the encounter just now)
"What are you doing..."

A familiar loud voice shouted in the distance.

Hagrid came across the lawn.

However, this voice made the two of them cast the spell they had prepared at once.

Ron emitted a green light.

There was a screech from Malfoy's wand, and a black light hit Ron.

"Ron! Ron, are you okay!" screamed Hermione.

"Malfoy, stay away from me, I'll find a way to break the spell." Flint said with a look of disgust.

Malfoy's limbs... half kneeling on the ground, with his palms on the ground, hiccupping non-stop. After the last big hiccup, a few slugs fell from his mouth to the ground, crawling slowly.

Everyone in Gryffindor was paralyzed with laughter, especially George and Fred.

But Ron wasn't much better off either!
He raised his head, opened his mouth, and breathed heavily, his nostrils were dilated... almost as big as eyeballs.

evil!The black nose hairs inside are protruding wildly...

No!That's not nose hair, it looks like it's still slightly moving,
Ron shuddered suddenly.

Ah - sneeze!

A sneeze went out, the nostrils were completely erected, and then expanded in a circle, like a pig's nose (—(OO)—).

Following the sneeze, some black long-haired bats continued to expand rapidly, about the size of small crabs, and flew out... and began to fly around Ron's head in circles, hitting Ron's face constantly.

And this is just the beginning...

The tragedy of losing both sides continues.

Over there, Malfoy kept vomiting half a palm-sized slug out of his mouth.

The slugs crawling all over the ground left traces of viscous translucent liquid on people's feet everywhere.

Ron kept having new 'bat squads' crawling out of his nostrils and flying to his head, joining the 'circling formation'.

Now, on this Quidditch pitch...for the first time!
——No one cares about the venue and the outcome of the game.

Between Slytherin and Gryffindor it was achieved - friendship first, rivalry second.

They all laughed and covered their stomachs, rolled on the ground, and couldn't breathe.

Especially George and Fred almost rolled their eyes with laughter and fainted.

--almost everyone!Even Wood couldn't help laughing when he waved his wand when he wanted to break the curse for Ron. He couldn't hold the wand steadily for a moment and threw it out.

"Go away, Colin!" Harry waved his hand angrily, and drove away Colin Creevey, who had picked up his camera and was about to take pictures, with an excited face.

Hermione pulled out her wand with panic on her face, but couldn't do it.

She didn't know what the solution to the spell was.

McGuffin followed the wand thrown by Wood...

It was caught by Hagrid who rushed over.

"What are you trying to do!" After Hagrid walked over, Gilderoy Lockhart flashed out behind his figure.

It's astounding that no matter what time, posture, or speech... this guy's eight teeth are always shining.

Lockhart was wearing the palest purple robe and gold-rimmed purple peaked hat today.

"What two little troublemakers!" After roughly understanding the rationale of all this, Gerald laughed loudly, and he didn't seem to blame the two for their mutual attack.

Although this gave Ron a sigh of relief for the time being.

But then he tensed up again.

Because Gilderoy Lockhart picked up his wand.

"Let me show you!"

"By the way, that little wizard, your name is Colin, isn't it! Can you take a photo for me... make it more beautiful!" Lockhart stood up and straightened his long-distance running wrinkles.

Beside him is one lying on the ground, the other looking up... It looks like a pair of brothers with strange shapes.

— Crack! (Purple smoke spews out!!)
"Okay, let's start now!" Gildero was very satisfied.

"No, I don't want you!" He refused again and again, but it was a pity that Ron's voice was muffled because bats kept flying out of his nostrils, and his voice was completely out of tune.

"I can't understand at all, I don't know what you are talking about."

"Don't worry, you'll be fine."

Lockhart comforted Ron loudly and helped him to Malfoy's side.

"You two little rascals! Don't worry, it's very simple...it's just two prank type spells!"

"No (grunt)!" Ron screamed terribly, but it couldn't attract Lockhart's attention at all.

Gildero comforted Ron, "It's very simple, I've used it countless times."

"Stand back!" said Lockhart, rolling up his purple sleeves.

Fiddled with a wand a little too fancy.

McGuffin wanted to say something, but Hermione pulled Harry back with anticipation, giving the professor room to cast spells.

A second later, Gilderoy's wand was aimed at Ron's nostrils.

A strange, very uncomfortable feeling hit Ron's brain.

He felt that his nostrils were a little heavy, as if he had hung a bottle of beer.

And he felt that something was blocking him, and he couldn't breathe by himself.

Ron tilted his head back, moving his eyes down as far as possible.

——wanted to see clearly what was going on.

He could only see many densely packed heads around him, retreating back and forth in horror.

"What the hell? Am I alright? (still grunting)" Ron hung his head.

--ah!Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!
At this time, he kept screaming, his voice full of fear.

Bats stop flying!
It changed to climb out!
And it is huge, it has become the size of a palm.

Climb out and fly into the air,

--boom!

Ron's head hurts from the direct hit.

One can imagine what Ron's nostrils look like now!
— Almost half of the entire face.

Seeing Ron's end like this, everyone around gasped. Colin Creevey was busy taking pictures frantically, and purple smoke kept rising in midair.

After Malfoy saw it, he was even more coughing because of the slugs, and two small slugs popped out of his nostrils.

He crawled on the ground, turned around and kept 'walking'.

It's a pity that none of the Slytherin players wanted to come to him and help him.

He can only take one step, stop and spit out a slug, and move on.

It is conceivable that the speed is moving.

On the other hand, Lockhart continued to defend himself against the effects of the spell he cast.

"These bats are formed from the snot in your nostrils, Ron. As long as they are all cleaned up, they will disappear naturally...Of course I specialize in this... Wouldn't they disappear soon?"

"This is a simple lesson. I hope you will not casually take out your wands and aim at other little wizards next time! ...Of course I have other methods, but I still chose this spell, and this is the reason!"

As he talked, he convinced himself and nodded repeatedly.

Harry actually saw Hermione nodding repeatedly, and Hagrid standing beside him without saying a word - for some reason, he didn't look like normal him at all.

"That's right! There's also a little wizard!"

"Ha! Malfoy, I found you!"

——McGuffin kindly pointed out the direction of Malfoy to Gilderoy.

He is trying to move on.

It's just that the speed is a little tearful.

"bring it on!"

After a flash of purple light, the same recipe.

Malfoy didn't vomit anymore, he changed to 'spray' directly.

Slugs gushed from his throat like a faucet.

— Hurrah!

It's all those tiny slugs that fall from mid-air to the ground, jump around alive, spread everywhere, and overwhelm.

"Ha, that's it, that's right!" Lockhart said, "This is a lesson for you two... You must remember this education. Well, after a while, it will subside. You can go to the school hospital and find——Madame Pomfrey, oh, yes, I will give you two a rest."

"And... Ron Weasley, you are locked up tonight. Come to my office. I asked Dumbledore to come here... I made you an easier job... a surprise!"

It's a pity that Lockhart couldn't see his 'beautiful' white eyes because Ron looked up his head.

"McGuffin Albert, you need to wait for Mr. Filch in the lobby at eight o'clock tonight!"

After finishing speaking, Lockhart spoke loudly to Hagrid, "Hagrid! Take some time to read the set of autographed books I gave you, it will be very helpful to you!"

"And remember our agreement, if I find what I need, I will fulfill the deal according to the magic treaty."

After all this was over, Shi Shiran quickly left with his flowing purple robe.

Leave a mess.

——The bats fly all over the sky, the slugs race all over the place,
"Hagrid, let's take him to your place! It's the closest!"

"Hagrid? Hagrid!"

Harry raised his voice and barked several times to wake him up.

After Hagrid agreed,
McGuffin and Harry supported Ron as they walked slowly out of the Quidditch pitch.

Malfoy's feeble 'fountain vomit' and Colin's frantic snapping sounded from behind.

When he came to Hagrid's door, he pulled out a few low stools from the house and placed them beside the vegetable garden in the middle of the yard (where there were twelve huge pumpkins, half the height of a person, Hagrid was very proud of it), and let a few people sit down.

——It seems that Hagrid is also very troubled by this snot-turned-bat spirit!

"Nothing, I've heard of this spell. It's usually used by adult wizards for pranks, and it disappears automatically, but before that..." Hagrid stroked his beard, and said with a sneer that an unusually huge iron bucket was covered on the ground of Ron's head. "You need this..."

While Ron wasn't battered by the bats, the drums (-bang bang bang) kept banging and making him dizzy.

Hagrid took out a large copper pot of tea and those toothache-stricken rock cakes from the house to entertain a few people.

Fang's big, timid hound was intrigued, and bent over Harry to be fed.

"Hagrid, what are you discussing with Lockhart! Why did you look so weird just now!" Harry asked Fangfang's jaw.

"He sent me a whole set of signed books..." Hagrid hesitated, but finally he said, "He said he wanted to make a deal with me. He wanted some unique herbs from the Forbidden Forest!"

Hagrid's tone was much gentler, and he was not as confrontational as when he was the first Lockhart.

This made Harry and McGuffin look at him in surprise.

Hermione was very satisfied.

"how much!"

Ron's muffled voice came from inside the iron barrel.

"Doesn't wait for dozens of Galleons! Look at the value of the medicinal materials..."

"Ah! So expensive!"

Ron's surprised voice came from the iron barrel.

McGuffin was not surprised. He popularized it to a few people, and Lockhart could earn thousands to tens of thousands of Galleons from Hogwarts and the new Defense Against the Dark Arts books.

Several people sucked in the air-conditioning and couldn't believe it.

"Dare I say it! He's made a lot of money with the publishing house!"

McGuffin sums it up this way.

Finally, he suggested to Hagrid, "Why are you hesitating, this is the best opportunity! Give the local rich and landlord a hard blow!"

"Yeah, I still need the money." Hagrid served them a plate of fudge.

Harry immediately raised his vigilance. He still remembered that one of Hagrid's pets was a dragon last time, and the last time it was a three-headed dog. (——the legendary three-headed monster)

Usually he doesn't need a lot of money,
Could it be... this time too?

"Hagrid, don't you want to buy another dragon or sea monster?"

Harry was very suspicious.

(End of this chapter)