Hogwarts 1991

Chapter 220 Despicable Haierbo
"McGuffin! You!" Hermione exclaimed.

"Hush!" McGuffin put his index finger on his lips, trying to make her less conspicuous.

He was now using the Copying Charm to transfer Lockhart's lot to other parchments.

With the waving of McGuffin's wand, Professor Gilderoy Lockhart's magnificent signature emerged on the parchment little by little.

Now that they were on their way to the library, McGuffin found an empty corner, took out the parchment that had been prepared, and copied Lockhart's signature on it one by one.

He sprayed the deep-sea cuttlefish ink that Hagrid gave him last semester on the parchments in advance (diluted of course) so that the copied fonts could last for a long time, so that they wouldn't be worn out quickly.

"I can't believe it..." Hermione said when the three of them gathered around to block other people's sight for McGuffin, "Aren't you afraid of being caught, McGuffin?"

McGuffin gave Hermione a copy of the signed note.

"I'm telling you MacGuffin...it's not right for you to do this, even if you..." Hermione blushed, lowered her head, and her voice automatically dropped a few points.

She clutched the note tightly and put it in her pocket,

When there was almost a stack in his hand, McGuffin saw that it was almost ready to pack up and prepare to go to the library.

Harry finally had the chance to say, "McGuffin, what are you doing with so many signatures of Professor Lockhart? If there are so many signatures from the same professor borrowing books from the restricted area, Mrs. Pince will soon find out that it is abnormal..."

"Don't worry, it's okay! It's okay, Harry, you underestimate Professor Lockhart's strength in a certain aspect..."

"what?"

"I'll show you..."

They trotted into the dull and quiet library, and couldn't help lowering their voices.

……

The library was looked after by Mrs. Pince, who had a bad temper and was especially impatient with rowdy little wizards.

In Ron's opinion, she is the same male and female of Hogwarts and Filch, a malnourished vulture.

""The Despicable Biography of Hai Erbo"?" She read it again with her eyes wide open, scanning the smiling little wizard in front of her suspiciously.

McGuffin smiled obsequiously, and handed the note in his hand (one of the copied signatures) to Mrs. Pince.

"This note is for you. Anyway, I will ask Professor Lockhart to borrow other books soon... The books in the restricted section are very helpful for studying his 'great masterpiece'."

Ron coughed again and again as if he was choking, and looked at the little sycophant McGuffin in disbelief.

Mrs. Pince put the note between her nose and smelled it, then lifted the note up again, raised her head and put it in front of her eyes, she turned her other hand for some unknown reason... I don't know how she did it, the cloudy and dark sky on the ceiling suddenly became sunny, even a little dazzling.

She twirled the paper slightly with both hands to let the sunlight pass through it—it looked and felt real.

cough cough.

It wasn't until she put down the note that she realized that there were still a few little wizards staring at her intently in front of her.

Mrs. Pince covered her mouth with her fists, coughed a few times and said.

"It seems true... After all, this book is dangerous for little wizards..."

Mrs. Pince quickly put the note into her pocket, "And the light just now seems to be... a bit too dark for other students who are reading!"

The few of them saw that Mrs. Pince's withered and yellow triangular face, which was usually like a vulture, turned red.

She turned and walked quickly between the tall bookshelves, but returned quickly, with a book in her hand.

——Thin (only the thickness of a finger, unlike other books in the library), and there is no front and back cover, the pages inside are broken, yellowed, watermarked, moldy, and even some fragmented pages are just hanging on it, looking like someone wants to tear it to pieces.

However, the size of this book is quite large, almost half a meter long and 20 inches wide...

"Hey!... This book is only in the Hogwarts library now... most of the dangerous parts have been hidden by the school, as for the broken pages... they were already in such tatters when I collected them..."

In Mrs. Pince's narration, McGuffin knew that the administrator of the Hogwarts library had another duty, which was to collect precious magic books from all over the world, and to identify the authenticity and origin of the collected books for the professors.

After all, some books don't know what kind of evil spells were cast on them by those ancient wizards, and the older the magic books, the more valuable they are usually, and sometimes their value is simply beyond people's imagination.

"As of now, this book is just like this..."

After receiving the books, McGuffin didn't even dare to put them in the schoolbag, for fear of accidentally knocking off some yellowed and moldy pages hanging on it.

They carefully guarded the book and walked in the corridor.

After a while, several people entered the [Room of Requirement] while no one was around.

McGuffin turned it into a library (surrounded by books, multi-layered bookshelves reaching the ceiling, narrow and dark passages, burning candles, and an atmosphere of studying spells).

However, he made a nondescript stone stand in the middle of the room, and placed the "Despicable Biography of Haierbo" on it very carefully.

McGuffin flipped it open gently.

Red and black abstract lines are used to outline various sensational illustrations on yellowed and torn pages.

The contents inside are chilling.

Everyone lowered their breaths, flipped through the content quietly, and gasped from time to time.

At the beginning (it seems that some pages are shorter in the front), it mainly tells about a wizard in a black robe with a snake-shaped wand who makes a rooster lay eggs,
- When Sirius was in the sky, the wizard fed some potions to a giant rooster (as tall as a person),
(On the other half of the page, there is a record of a huge crucible with red potion in it. From the picture below, it can be seen that it is all boiled from the eyeballs dug out from the bodies of wizards, women, children, and giant pythons)
Then the black wizard casts a spell on the rooster.

Later, when Sirius was at its brightest, the rooster would turn into a stone statue, and the wizard would soak it in water, and when the stone statue turned into yellow pus, he would take out a cyan male egg from it.

Finally, it was hatched by a giant toad...

As for how it hatched in the end, I don't know, and the following pages were torn off.

They turned over page by page, and they understood why this book belonged to the restricted area.

The rest of the content is similar, most of which are illustrations that make people uncomfortable to read, and various crazy spell experiments are displayed intermittently.

There are drawings of people being melted into slug-like puddles (even though they appear to be alive)... there are other people's heads swapped for another person... there are wizards forcing other Muggles and baby wizards through a door, all of them turned into black skeletons (still alive) after they go through,... there are experiments combining people with various animals...

It is shocking, and I dare not look closely.

"McGuffin, what are you looking for?"

Ron felt a little nauseated after reading it. After he glanced at the book in disgust, he asked McGuffin.

"found it!"

McGuffin said excitedly.

"I remember last semester, I saw this before..."

Harry glanced at it, and he saw a half-moon-shaped torn page among the pages, yellowed, watermarked, and even some signs of mildew on the edges.

The content is more infiltrating and weird.

A towering giant tree, it feels like a willow tree.

It hangs many branches, and on each branch hangs a series of heads with different expressions, laughing, glaring, scolding,... It's creepy, and the eye sockets of these heads are completely empty and black, as shown in the picture, their tongues have also been cut off.

Under the giant tree, the ground is full of skulls, piled up layer by layer, without a single gap, like a gentle slope of a hill.

But what made them feel terrified was not the level of horror, but this thing, this picture...the tree painted on it.

It towers into the sky, and the author was afraid that the readers would not understand, so he drew a hill next to it.
Through this comparison, you can know the height of the tree.

This scene made several people excited and immediately woke up.

"McGuffin, this, isn't this the giant plant... Rafflesia?"

Hermione hurried forward to identify the rest of the text on the page bit by bit, and read them aloud intermittently.

"(The text in front has been broken)... Huge body size...

Another wild legend about poor Helbo is that...

He once searched for the world tree in ancient mythology, trying to obtain the power and knowledge comparable to ancient wizards...After years of failure and nowhere to find it, he decided to imitate the mythical...and start creating,
Haierbo didn't know how...a tree that feeds on people rose from the ground, and finally grew to the point where it reached the sky...

But unlike the basilisk, not even Helbo, with his Parseltongue, could control the plant, and he couldn't really find any way to use the tree.

In the end, he could only burn it with Fiendfire for a month before burning it to ashes...

It is said that the floating dust completely blackened half of the sea in the Mediterranean Sea, and the local sky continued to be dark for more than three months... It is rumored that when he finally burned the tree to death, a huge blood moon appeared in the night sky..."

(remaining text cut out)

"After the despicable Haierbo, no wizard created this strange tree again like the basilisk... The wizards of later generations think this is another rumored event in the magic world..."

Hermione stopped.

"Read it!" Ron urged.

"No more!" Harry picked up the page and turned it to the back.

It shows a wizard, waving his wand, casting a spell on a small willow-like tree... and pouring some aerosol fertilizer on it...

Then the tree began to grow rapidly, and the pattern of stars, moon, and sun on the picture...indicated that the tree grew so tall in one day.

"McGuffin!" Hermione gasped excitedly. "Did you already know? We have to tell the professor..."

She spoke incoherently, walking up and down the narrow corridor between the bookcases.

McGuffin put away the book with a calm expression.

"I think we'll keep it a secret!"

"Will Professor Dumbledore not know about the books in these libraries? Even if the professor doesn't know, you go and tell him, isn't it self-inflicted, have we ever broken into the restricted area of ​​the library?"

"And these books are not limited to our access... Thanks to our dear Professor Lockhart, we can borrow them... Let's not trouble the professor!"

"cocoa……"

"Well, if things really get serious, how about we tell Professor Dumbledore or Mr. David Goodman this secret!"

Hermione hesitated for a moment before speaking.

"All right!"

……

"Name?"

"McGuffin Albert!"

"age?"

"12 years old!"

"..."

After asking and answering some simple information, David Goodman finally raised his head from the unusually simple desk.

He propped his head up, stared at the little wizard in front of him and spoke.

"McGuffin! That's what I'll call you!"

"Yes, Mr. Goodman!"

"Then who do you think is the most suspicious? I know you saw that shadow not long ago... You can tell me who the suspect in the Halloween incident is..."

"Don't worry, speak freely, even the most absurd inferences... For example... your friend Ron Wei thinks it's Draco Malfoy... and Malfoy thinks you and Harry, and Ron made it..."

Goodman stared into the pupils of McGuffin's eyes.

— Gan!

This guy can't be inspirited!
McGuffin hurriedly adjusted his [Occlumency] to the highest level to take precautions.

Slowly organized the language before saying, "I think it should be related to the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts..."

"Oh! What basis do you have..." Goodman straightened his expression, sat up straight, took the pen back, looked at McGuffin and said, "Do you think Gilderoy Lockhart's figure is similar to the shadow you have seen before?"

"No, no, nothing... It's just Mr. Goodman, you should have heard the curse about the Defense Against the Dark Arts course!"

"I think that every year there is a high probability that Hogwarts will have something to do with the professor of this course! Like Quirrell last year..." McGuffin said softly.

"All right!"

Goodman didn't know whether to laugh or cry, put down the pen again, and continued to ask.

"I heard that you, like Professor Lockhart, asked to borrow books from the restricted section of the library... What are you doing looking for those books... McGuffin, a little wizard in your grade probably won't need those books!"

"Sir, who did you hear it from... I'm just doing my normal homework..."

"Normal..."The Despicable Biography of Haierbo"...the first Parseltongue owner in recorded history...the inventor of all kinds of powerful black magic and magic, it can be said that more than half of the black magic is related to him..."

"This is not something you, a little wizard, can study and learn."

"Say, MacGuffin Albert, what on earth do you want that book for!"

Suddenly David Goodman knocked on the table and asked sharply. .

"Do you know who is behind the scenes, or is it the disaster caused by you little wizards... The Hogwarts 'catastrophe' incident not long ago... It looks very similar, and you have time to contact the [female Rafflesia] that is the prototype of the disaster magic plant..."

"Prototype?" McGuffin asked.

"Now I'm asking you... answer my questions."

After a moment of silence, McGuffin had no choice but to say that he just wanted to see if there were any spells from ancient wizards that could help him perfect the [Flying Rocket Magic Broom] he had invented.

Unexpectedly, Goodman actually accepted this statement, and did not delve into the truth or falsehood.

But he suddenly changed the subject and said, "Albert, what happened last semester between you and Harry... and Quilinus Quirrell?"

This shocked McGuffin into a cold sweat.

(End of this chapter)