Chapter 127 This is not over!
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Yan Shan Hu Po
Chapter 127 This is not over!
Hermione lowered her head, staring at her fingers.
On her slender and slender finger, she was wearing an exquisite ring, a ring that Bell had just put on for her.
'Bell put a ring on me...Bell put a ring on me...'
Hermione's mind went blank, only this sentence was left in 'single cycle'.
"Hermione?"
Seeing Hermione who was down again for some unknown reason, Bell stretched out his hand and shook it in front of her eyes, but it had no effect.
Inexplicably, Bell felt a little guilty.
He was really frightened by the little witch's startled performance today.I don't know what kind of mess Hermione is planning to make?
After an unknown amount of time, Hermione finally came to her senses.
She jumped up like an electric shock at first, away from Bell.Then his eyes fluctuated left and right, but he refused to look directly at Bell.
"That... that's right! Bell, I suddenly remembered that I had some clothes and forgot to collect them! Sorry, I have to go back to collect them immediately! Goodbye!"
After finishing speaking, Hermione turned around and ran towards Hogwarts Castle in a hurry.
"..."
Looking at Hermione's back, Bell scratched his head in doubt.
Aren't the little wizards' clothes cleaned by the house-elves?Did Hermione do her own laundry?
As expected of being from a Muggle family, what a hard worker!
At this point, wizards are completely broken.At least Bell himself was so spoiled by the magic power that he almost forgot how to wash clothes by hand.
But having said that, it seems that Hermione must really like her dress, otherwise she wouldn't be in such a hurry to run away.
And he was so anxious that the top of his head was full of smoke.
What a pity, originally Bell planned to take advantage of this rare opportunity to teach Hermione some magic power control skills.It seems that we can only wait for the next time.
Stretching, Bell fell on the deck chair again.
There are still about 2 hours before lunch time, and Bell intends to go back to sleep to soothe his heart that was tortured by Hermione before.
'...'
"what--!"
Bell suddenly yelled and sat up.
"Can't sleep! And it's so boring!"
"Would you like to read a book for a while?"
"No! Today is a rare break, you can't be a nerd who only knows how to read all day long!"
In the empty Quidditch field, Bell said to himself.
"Forget it! Never mind!"
Bell stood up, and the reclining chair under him quickly collapsed and turned into mud, returning to the ground.
A violent gust of wind was suddenly generated, surrounding Bell, blowing his robes rattling.
Looking up at the slowly rotating snowball above, Bell decided not to take care of Professor McGonagall's emotions.If you are discovered, just make up a reason to fool you.
Bell stretched out his right hand, aiming his palm at the magical singularity in the center of the snowball.
Powerful fluctuations of magic power emerged, a large amount of magic power was injected into the singularity by Bell, and the flying speed of the snowflakes accelerated sharply.
In just a few minutes, all the snow on the Quidditch pitch was gathered together.Then he was waved by Bell and thrown out of the court.
Bell beckoned and put away the personal terminal that was still recording.
"Let's go, go back and fuck Fina!"
……
In the afternoon, the sky at this time has begun to darken.
The night in late autumn always comes early, and perhaps in about half an hour, the outside of the castle will be plunged into darkness.
The little wizards who played wildly all day began to return to the castle one after another, preparing to have a delicious dinner.
But at this time, Professor McGonagall did not stay in his office as usual, preparing the courseware to be used in class on Monday tomorrow.
The old professor put on a thick robe and walked out of Hogwarts Castle facing the snowflakes blown by the evening wind.
This man, when he gets old, his body will fail.Even though she was wearing a constant temperature badge, Professor McGonagall still felt a chill creeping into her bones, and she had to wrap herself tightly to feel better.
As he walked towards the Quidditch pitch, Professor McGonagall remembered the letter he sent out this morning.
It was a letter she had sent to Mr. Menethil of Ravenclaw House.The letter recorded the confinement punishment for the other party.
She knew that Miss Granger of her college had a good relationship with her, and the little witch would definitely help her to complete the confinement punishment.Although the rules do not allow it.
Therefore, she deliberately increased the intensity of some punishments.
But now, Professor McGonagall regretted it a little.
She wondered if the punishment she gave was too harsh?
As mentioned before, unlike the misunderstanding of most students, Professor McGonagall is actually a very, very kind professor.
So she's going to go to the Quidditch pitch now to see what's going on.It was getting dark, and if the snow hadn't been cleared, she didn't plan to continue punishing her.
Miss Granger was just a little girl after all, it would be bad if she caught a cold.
And corporal punishment is not the purpose, as long as Miss Granger can realize her mistake.
What?You mean Menethil?
Who is that?Does she have this guy in her academy?
Stepping on the thick snow, Professor McGonagall walked to the outside of the Quidditch pitch with difficulty.
Along the way, Professor McGonagall felt more self-blame the further he went.She really didn't expect that the snow was so thick!
Hope poor Miss Granger doesn't blame her.After all, if you don't suffer a lot when you are young, how can you become a talent when you grow up?
After passing through the long passage, Professor McGonagall finally walked into the court.However, everything before her eyes made her stunned.
"Fluorescent flashes!"
Bright white fluorescent lights flew out of Professor McGonagall's wand, and quickly flew around the Quidditch pitch.
There was no one in the dark place.Whether it is on the ground or in the stands, there is not even a little bit of snow to be seen.
'How did they do it! ? '
Professor McGonagall was puzzled.
She had been staring at the surveillance device the whole time.So she was sure that no one had used a wand on the Quidditch pitch during the day.
So how on earth were they able to clear the snow so quickly and clean it so cleanly?
Speaking of which, she seems to have heard from the house elves that when the little guy named Menethil came to Hogwarts to study, he seemed to bring one of his own house elves with him?
At that time, she still despised those young masters and ladies of Slytherin with disdain, and protested with Dumbledore once?
It's just that Menethil was assigned to Ravenclaw.
That's right!It must be so!
Professor McGonagall thought he had discovered the truth.
What a cunning brat!
Although very unwilling, the other party did successfully take advantage of the loophole.It seems that she has to think more carefully next time!
'Wait for me!Damn brat!It's not over! '
(End of this chapter)
Hermione lowered her head, staring at her fingers.
On her slender and slender finger, she was wearing an exquisite ring, a ring that Bell had just put on for her.
'Bell put a ring on me...Bell put a ring on me...'
Hermione's mind went blank, only this sentence was left in 'single cycle'.
"Hermione?"
Seeing Hermione who was down again for some unknown reason, Bell stretched out his hand and shook it in front of her eyes, but it had no effect.
Inexplicably, Bell felt a little guilty.
He was really frightened by the little witch's startled performance today.I don't know what kind of mess Hermione is planning to make?
After an unknown amount of time, Hermione finally came to her senses.
She jumped up like an electric shock at first, away from Bell.Then his eyes fluctuated left and right, but he refused to look directly at Bell.
"That... that's right! Bell, I suddenly remembered that I had some clothes and forgot to collect them! Sorry, I have to go back to collect them immediately! Goodbye!"
After finishing speaking, Hermione turned around and ran towards Hogwarts Castle in a hurry.
"..."
Looking at Hermione's back, Bell scratched his head in doubt.
Aren't the little wizards' clothes cleaned by the house-elves?Did Hermione do her own laundry?
As expected of being from a Muggle family, what a hard worker!
At this point, wizards are completely broken.At least Bell himself was so spoiled by the magic power that he almost forgot how to wash clothes by hand.
But having said that, it seems that Hermione must really like her dress, otherwise she wouldn't be in such a hurry to run away.
And he was so anxious that the top of his head was full of smoke.
What a pity, originally Bell planned to take advantage of this rare opportunity to teach Hermione some magic power control skills.It seems that we can only wait for the next time.
Stretching, Bell fell on the deck chair again.
There are still about 2 hours before lunch time, and Bell intends to go back to sleep to soothe his heart that was tortured by Hermione before.
'...'
"what--!"
Bell suddenly yelled and sat up.
"Can't sleep! And it's so boring!"
"Would you like to read a book for a while?"
"No! Today is a rare break, you can't be a nerd who only knows how to read all day long!"
In the empty Quidditch field, Bell said to himself.
"Forget it! Never mind!"
Bell stood up, and the reclining chair under him quickly collapsed and turned into mud, returning to the ground.
A violent gust of wind was suddenly generated, surrounding Bell, blowing his robes rattling.
Looking up at the slowly rotating snowball above, Bell decided not to take care of Professor McGonagall's emotions.If you are discovered, just make up a reason to fool you.
Bell stretched out his right hand, aiming his palm at the magical singularity in the center of the snowball.
Powerful fluctuations of magic power emerged, a large amount of magic power was injected into the singularity by Bell, and the flying speed of the snowflakes accelerated sharply.
In just a few minutes, all the snow on the Quidditch pitch was gathered together.Then he was waved by Bell and thrown out of the court.
Bell beckoned and put away the personal terminal that was still recording.
"Let's go, go back and fuck Fina!"
……
In the afternoon, the sky at this time has begun to darken.
The night in late autumn always comes early, and perhaps in about half an hour, the outside of the castle will be plunged into darkness.
The little wizards who played wildly all day began to return to the castle one after another, preparing to have a delicious dinner.
But at this time, Professor McGonagall did not stay in his office as usual, preparing the courseware to be used in class on Monday tomorrow.
The old professor put on a thick robe and walked out of Hogwarts Castle facing the snowflakes blown by the evening wind.
This man, when he gets old, his body will fail.Even though she was wearing a constant temperature badge, Professor McGonagall still felt a chill creeping into her bones, and she had to wrap herself tightly to feel better.
As he walked towards the Quidditch pitch, Professor McGonagall remembered the letter he sent out this morning.
It was a letter she had sent to Mr. Menethil of Ravenclaw House.The letter recorded the confinement punishment for the other party.
She knew that Miss Granger of her college had a good relationship with her, and the little witch would definitely help her to complete the confinement punishment.Although the rules do not allow it.
Therefore, she deliberately increased the intensity of some punishments.
But now, Professor McGonagall regretted it a little.
She wondered if the punishment she gave was too harsh?
As mentioned before, unlike the misunderstanding of most students, Professor McGonagall is actually a very, very kind professor.
So she's going to go to the Quidditch pitch now to see what's going on.It was getting dark, and if the snow hadn't been cleared, she didn't plan to continue punishing her.
Miss Granger was just a little girl after all, it would be bad if she caught a cold.
And corporal punishment is not the purpose, as long as Miss Granger can realize her mistake.
What?You mean Menethil?
Who is that?Does she have this guy in her academy?
Stepping on the thick snow, Professor McGonagall walked to the outside of the Quidditch pitch with difficulty.
Along the way, Professor McGonagall felt more self-blame the further he went.She really didn't expect that the snow was so thick!
Hope poor Miss Granger doesn't blame her.After all, if you don't suffer a lot when you are young, how can you become a talent when you grow up?
After passing through the long passage, Professor McGonagall finally walked into the court.However, everything before her eyes made her stunned.
"Fluorescent flashes!"
Bright white fluorescent lights flew out of Professor McGonagall's wand, and quickly flew around the Quidditch pitch.
There was no one in the dark place.Whether it is on the ground or in the stands, there is not even a little bit of snow to be seen.
'How did they do it! ? '
Professor McGonagall was puzzled.
She had been staring at the surveillance device the whole time.So she was sure that no one had used a wand on the Quidditch pitch during the day.
So how on earth were they able to clear the snow so quickly and clean it so cleanly?
Speaking of which, she seems to have heard from the house elves that when the little guy named Menethil came to Hogwarts to study, he seemed to bring one of his own house elves with him?
At that time, she still despised those young masters and ladies of Slytherin with disdain, and protested with Dumbledore once?
It's just that Menethil was assigned to Ravenclaw.
That's right!It must be so!
Professor McGonagall thought he had discovered the truth.
What a cunning brat!
Although very unwilling, the other party did successfully take advantage of the loophole.It seems that she has to think more carefully next time!
'Wait for me!Damn brat!It's not over! '
(End of this chapter)
