Hogwarts 1991

Chapter 211 Doubts
There is a sweet fragrance in the air.

To McGuffin it was like the heat and humidity of a storm before dawn.

Now this smell is wafting everywhere in the third greenhouse. If he looks up, he can find that each umbrella-sized male Rafflesia flower is expanding and contracting, slowly changing from the gourd shape to a round shape, puffing up... like an inflated balloon, it gradually enlarges, and it feels like it is about to explode.

As a result... that sweet and disgusting fragrance filled every trace of air in the greenhouse.

unbearable.

During the tour, McGuffin observed the strange plants here.

There is the legendary golden apple tree, (but it’s not as magical as what McGuffin heard. It’s just a magic plant created by ancient wizards to refine gold. However, it was finally discovered that although this plant may eventually produce golden apples, the fertilizers spent on its results——all kinds of dragon dung, shadow earthworms, mercury, and the saliva of three-headed dogs, as well as giant dragon bone meal are so messy, it’s not as refreshing and stable as occupying land and turning around to manipulate mortals to obtain income.)
There is a treant who moves around on two legs and moves around,

There are also plants that are parasitic with all kinds of weird bugs...

Of course, the most common ones are those red tentacle vines, and the male Rafflesia flowers that are everywhere in the sky, gradually expanding, and about to explode.

The MacGuffin shielded himself against the stench and pollen that would come later.

He had just seen Professor Sprout pass by him in a thick dragon-skin version of the 'spacesuit' protective suit, and she was wearing a magically strengthened transparent glass cover on her head.

Walking and shaking,
— No matter how you look at it, it looks like a magical monster in a movie game.

Professor Sprout was clumsily wearing thick gloves, and tried to pinch the wand to cast a spell. After a few attempts, he cast a special spell around the female Rafflesia to block the flow of scent.

time flies.

The fragrance in the air became more and more intense, and the male Rafflesia flower above continued to expand and enlarge...

When the McGuffin feels a little familiar and boring.

Suddenly, he seemed to hear, or feel something!
A soft and thin moving sound passed behind him, and someone from the McGuffin was staring at him viciously.

The hairs around his spine stand upright, as if there are cold thorns piercing continuously.

Chills and creeps.

He immediately turned his head and looked around, and seemed to see a dark shadow flashing past in the small forest in the greenhouse.

McGuffin stepped out of the path and wanted to follow...and found that this is the most common stupid way in horror movies.

So he backed away again.

With an ugly face, he took out his wand, pointed it forward, turned his body cautiously, and then looked around fluorescently.

Not long after, the sweet smell in the air disappeared without a trace.

For some reason, a humid hot wind blew up in the greenhouse, as if the aroma molecules in the air had been sucked dry in an instant.

Snapped! -Snapped!Snapped!
All the [Male Rafflesia Flowers] in the sky are constantly bursting.

——This is what Professor Sprout told him just now, this is one of the symbolic events when [Rafflesia] enters the breeding season.

(First, the female Rafflesia secretes an invisible smell, within a few days, it will ripen the male Rafflesia, prompting it to open, and then the buds of the female Rafflesia will bloom, secrete juice, and emit a foul smell...

At this point, in nature, it will last for several months to attract some odor-loving, unique-smelling insects, or magical animals to help, transport the pollen of the male Rafflesia to the female Rafflesia, allowing it to complete mating.

And this stage is undoubtedly a great harm to other plants in the third greenhouse. Therefore, Professor Sprout personally used the spell to make it quickly end the breeding period and enter the stage of breeding seeds. At the same time, she also took juice and harvested potion materials. )
Not just the smell, but the pollen of the male Rafflesia is absolutely terrible for a MacGuffin. (he is allergic to this pollen)
He didn't care that there might be someone hiding in the dark, so he hurriedly cast [Bubble Head Curse] on himself.

Afterwards, McGuffin walked around the greenhouse over and over again along the path to confirm that the plants were safe and sound, and also to calm down his suspicious mind.

Walking around like this can really reduce his fear.

I don't know how many times I walked, and finally...

Professor Sprout, who was wearing a dragon skin protective suit, walked with heavy steps not far away from the small forest in the greenhouse.

Even through the [Bubble Head Curse] McGuffin can still smell the stench.

"Okay, McGuffin, I remember that your [Levitation Curse] [Levitation Curse] did a good job, just in time...you come and help me put the collected [Rafflesia] juice into the greenhouse warehouse!"

Professor Sprout said.

The flask of 【Rafflesia Juice】was placed under a tree a short distance from the 【Rafflesia】 itself.

McGuffin was surprised (no surprise) to find that some of the lawns here had curled up leaves and turned yellow.

After a lot of work, McGuffin finally helped Professor Sprout move a lot of flasks filled with [Rafflesia Juice] to the warehouse.

——Although it didn't take much effort, but since McGuffin learned the [Levitation Curse], it was the first time that he felt that this spell was so frightening and difficult.

——This Nima, each one is a chemical bomb, accidentally fell to the ground,
--boom!

Definitely ascend to heaven in situ.

Moreover, based on market price estimates, this pile of [Rafflesia Juice] looks worth a thousand dollars!

—Hateful rich man!
In the midst of McGuffin's envy and hatred, Professor Sprout suddenly called out, "Why is there a bottle missing? Did you use the [Levitation Curse] to move all the McGuffins?"

McGuffin nodded slightly, and they had already shipped them over.

But after Professor Sprout confirmed again and again, he was still short of a bottle.

She took McGuffin back to the original place (the jungle where Rafflesia is) and searched again and again.

—nothing was found!
"Okay! It seems that I remembered wrongly and got confused! God—it seems that I have been delayed for so long that my mind is a little unclear now..."

Professor Sprout finally gave up looking.

However, McGuffin looked at the two footprints on the ground with an uncertain expression.

— two bare, solitary footprints, where the flasks had been.

If McGuffin hadn't seen that flashing black figure just now, he would definitely not have cared.

—It's not either McGuffin or Professor Sprout.

You can tell at a glance that the shoe prints are bigger than both of them.

And a lonely decoration,
To be clear is to tell others clearly—someone has been here.

McGuffin naturally remembered the black shadow he had just seen.

——That's not an illusion.

McGuffin froze in place, motionless.

"Okay, it's getting late now, McGuffin, you must be sleepy!" Seeing that McGuffin was slow in responding and dazed, Professor Sprout decided to end the confinement.

"We've been here for a long time...you can go back! Wait for me...I'll take you back to the castle!"

As he spoke, Professor Sprout sprayed some golden glowing liquid on himself, and the pungent and intense stench was gradually neutralized.

Then she took off the dragonskin coat (which was placed on a rock beside the path), and led the McGuffin out of the third greenhouse.

……

Some of the candles in Lockhart's office had burned out.

The remaining flames were still flickering, flickering.

The words that accompanied Lockhart's constant bragging made Ron even more sleepy to the extreme.

But he didn't dare to close his eyes, so he could only try his best to compete with the heaviest thing—his own eyelids.

little by little.

He also has to respond to a very energetic Lockhart who babbles endlessly on reminiscences from time to time. (That kind of hypnotic tone is more likely to cause drowsiness)

On the other hand, Ron is still trying to squeeze his brain, try to recall, or make up everything he knows to brag about Lockhart, and write it on a piece of parchment...

Almost drained his brains out.

It was excruciating.

...It's almost over!

Ron thought painfully, praying in his heart.

Finally... maybe because the automatic quill couldn't keep writing for hours on end, or couldn't stand Lockhart's nagging, it finally stopped working.

Lockhart had to announce to Ron that he could go back.

"Ron Weasley, you must have a grateful heart, and don't expect such good luck every time you are sent to school......."

After hearing that he could leave, his exhaustion was instantly dispelled, and his spirit immediately cheered up.

Ron stood up hurriedly, ready to leave.

Que accidentally kicked over the wastebasket next to the table, rolling out colorful candy wrappers.

"Professor, I'm sorry!"

After Ron picked up the wastebasket, he didn't dare to stay longer and left here in a hurry.

Afraid of being left behind again.

……

The Gryffindor common room was empty except for Harry.

Only the fire was burning brightly, and the fire was flickering.

Harry had fallen asleep in the middle of the armchair.

It looked like the McGuffin hadn't returned yet, and Ron was sitting in the armchair next to Harry, warming the fire.

But when he just fell into a light sleep, there was a sound of collision, followed by someone suppressing the sound of screaming in pain.

After rubbing his tired face, Ron saw that it was McGuffin who had returned.

McGuffin returned to the common room full of doubts, and what was even more unfortunate was that he accidentally kicked on the table.

After hopping and rubbing for a long time, he helped sleepy Ron and Harry, who was unsteady, back to the dormitory.

He put on his pajamas and lay down on the bed.

After a while, he heard the sound of Harry and Ron sleeping.

Only MacGuffin, though exhausted, was full of thoughts, staring at the ceiling of the four-poster bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

——Who is that black shadow?
……

As time goes by, nothing happens.

McGuffin heard...Harry didn't hear the cold hissing sound, Hagrid's cock was still alive, Ginny didn't move much, and even the spiders were as usual, arrogantly spinning their webs in the corner of Hogwarts Castle, and didn't flee in a hurry.

——The chamber of secrets was not opened, so it seemed that the shadow was not a student controlled by Voldemort.

This made McGuffin gradually let go of his heart, and this matter was gradually hidden deep in his heart.

He's finally starting some normal Hogwarts life. (Work hard on tasks and talent points to prevent [Blood Curse] from being activated again for unknown reasons.)
October is coming, and with the arrival of the cold and rainy season in the UK... the castle has become cold and humid, and even sleeping under the quilt at night has a feeling of being cold and sticky to the body.

Every trace of damp air absorbs the temperature of the little wizard everywhere.

Of course, if you have superb spellcasting skills, you can become extremely comfortable during this special period.

——Or, you have a friend like that.

Hermione turned the empty tin can into a blue flame for several people to keep warm at night,... to bake the quilt.

(Just ask Hagrid for a bit of magic fir bark and it will burn for a long time).

This method is very safe and available.

Of course McGuffin can also do it, but he can only cast a magic spell to dry clothes and bedding... He didn't creatively change this magic (when he didn't upgrade this magic to the [Master] [Extraordinary] stage),

Sometimes he really envied Hermione's unreasonable magical talent.

Naturally, in this environment, a cold has caught on among staff and students.

It seems that the old saying is true, magic resistance (carried by magic), physical resistance (carried by the body), are indispensable.

For this situation, Madam Pomfrey's refreshing potion (cold potion) has an immediate effect.

But there is a side effect, the ear will smoke.

For example, Seamus, who lived in McGuffin's dormitory, drank too much potion, causing thick smoke billowing in his ears, which almost flooded the entire classroom during class, and almost drove the distraught Snape out of Potions class.

And these days the rain is always continuous, only a few hours of the day stop.

Most of the time, MacGuffin and the others could always hear the crackling, the sound of rain hitting the glass.

Sometimes, even Wood Oliver had to postpone Harry's Quidditch practice.

Even more frustrating to Harry than this was the fact that he, George, and Fred had witnessed the speed of Slytherin's new brooms, Nimbus 2001.

One Sunday morning in the Gryffindor common room, the twins were describing to Wood what he had seen.

"Like Muggle jets... whoosh... maybe it's just because of the heavy rain that we can only see their green shadows, so fast!"

When they saw that Wood's face was so gloomy that it was almost like the weather outside, they hurriedly changed their tone.

Seeing that it wasn't working, they said that Slytherin's dormitory had already started to leak, and most of it was flooded... Even if their new brooms were faster, they didn't know if they would be useful.

Wood's eyes glanced outside through the window,
The Black Lake has already submerged the stone bridge, and the water of the lake is almost spreading to the lawn outside the castle... Almost all the flower beds and places where herbs are cultivated were flooded by the rain. Professor Sprout had to brave the rain to cast spells in front of the greenhouse, creating stone walls and magic spells to prevent the rain from seeping in.

The only thing that seemed to be benefiting from the constant rain was Hagrid's pumpkins, each one swollen to the size of a flower shed, and the color was very bright, so bright orange-red that it was so conspicuous that it could be seen here at once.

McGuffin was a little skeptical that these pumpkins could really be used in Halloween parties if they grew so long.

But all this made Wood's mood even worse.

He looked out at a muddy 'ocean'.

I have strengthened my mind.

- Must have a plan B just in case!
Wood hesitated for a moment, then asked MacGuffin,
"McGuffin, how's your magic rocket broom research going!?"

Ah (⊙o⊙)? ?
--Do not!

"what!"

"Are you crazy, Wood!"

Harry, George, and Fred screamed for a moment and wanted to throw Wood down to stop his crazy idea.

(End of this chapter)