Chapter 109
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Yun Yin Shen
Chapter 109
Snape came back to his senses, scanning everyone around him
The air was filled with furtive voices, talking behind his back.
Especially the remaining Quidditch players in Slytherin lowered their heads guiltily, avoiding his gaze.
Some clever ones are already hiding behind the crowd, ready to run away.
Professor McGonagall saw that Professor Snape's expression was wrong, and quickly interrupted, "What are you still doing here? Why don't you hurry to class..."
All the students rushed away, suppressing their excitement, like a herd of pigs out of the cage, huddled together in a dark place, whistling and swaying left and right.
In Snape's eyes, Professor Quirrell was pretending to be trembling all over, as if he was about to faint.
This made him gasp and have nowhere to vent.
There was a dangerous light in his eyes, looking at McGuffin Albert who had fainted.
Snape was eager to try - should he give this guy some Veritaserum.
He's had enough of the little madman!
What happened just now must have something to do with this guy, not just his own intuition, but also all kinds of incongruous clues just now.
——Snape's bowels were remorseful.Why is he messing with that badge.
Thinking of the scene just now, Quirrell's upper and lower lips kept replaying and appearing in his pupils.
The sour smell of garlic was like a red-hot iron needle, which was inserted into the head from the nose forcefully, twitching and stirring vigorously.
vomit……
Snape immediately used [Occlumency] to store this terrifying memory in the deepest part, hoping that he would never remember it again.
Hermione raised her hand cautiously at this moment and suggested.
"Professor McGonagall, can you send McGuffin to Mrs. Penrad first?"
Professor McGonagall glanced at it. At this time, the blood on McGuffin's face, body, and sleeves became sticky and even dried up.As for the nostrils, blood can still be seen flowing out near the lips, but it seems to be temporarily stopped by someone using immature magic.
Frowning, she picked up her wand and pointed it at the McGuffin.
"Clean up!"
"Heal as before!"
McGuffin's shriveled nose immediately returned to its original state, and the original blood stains on his body disappeared instantly, but the two teeth in his mouth were still missing and the other was broken.
—he was still unconscious.
"Okay, send this little guy to Mrs. Penrad! By the way, take a look at Harry too..."
Only then did Professor McGonagall see Harry, who was also unconscious, being supported by Ron.
"Can anyone tell me what's going on here,...Professor Snape, Professor Quirrell?" she asked.
Quirrell trembled and didn't speak. Snape turned pale and said nothing. He straightened his robe, took out his wand, looked at the badge in his hand, thought for a while, then pointed at Quirrell, and waved his wand.
I saw Quirrell's arm shaking violently, as if he wanted to take something out of the robe, and finally he stretched out his hand and it was the same badge.
Finally, under Snape's command, the badge came out of Quirrell's hand and flew into his own palm, and the two badges were joined together.
Professor McGonagall looked at this gadget in surprise. If her impression was correct, she seemed to remember that this thing had been completely sealed up by Zuko's joke store, and it was only circulated among some students at Hogwarts in the past two years.
It was sealed up by Zuko's joke shop and is no longer produced.
She remembers as if the reason was because
——At that time, this magic toy seemed to be very popular among the students of Beauxbaton School of Witchcraft and Wizardry at first, and it didn't take long to cause dozens of very serious accidents, and even caused two professors to resign from the school because of it.
And when it spread to Hogwarts, Zuko's joke shop also stopped producing this magic thing.
Hogwarts did not become widely popular.
Professor McGuffin remembers that this magic thing seemed to be called by the little wizards at that time.
——Couple Badge!
Professor McGonagall remembered, just as she was about to say something.
Snape flicked his black robe, walked past the Gryffindor students sullenly, walked away quickly, and walked towards the basement.
Professor Quirrell straightened up and trembled all over. He expressed the hope that Professor McGonagall could help him finish this class, and then left directly.
Professor McGonagall looked at the backs of the two of them leaving uneasily. After a long while, he woke up amidst the discussions of the surrounding students. He began to arrange for all the students to enter the classroom, and prepared to investigate the parties involved to see what happened.
——If it was done by a student, it is too bad! It must be severely punished!
……
McGuffin opened his eyes. Not surprisingly, he was lying on a hospital bed somewhere in the school hospital.
Fuck! ...
McGuffin scolded Snape in his heart, Malfoy.
On the one hand, he also secretly regretted that he knew that he had put the XZ in Harry's pocket instead of the hood.
At the time of planning, I was just afraid that if Harry found the badge from his pocket, he would throw it out.
But—who the hell knew that such a thing could happen?
At this time, Harry had come to his senses, and he was asking Ron to describe what happened just now over and over again.
"Harry, you didn't appreciate this wonderful 'beautiful' scene," said Ron,—his eyes were closed, his face imaginative, and the irrepressible joy was outlined on his face, "that expression on Snape's big bat face...the passionate kiss and hug with Quirrell, and the pink light radiating from his body..."
"Merlin! Is this a late Christmas present?"
Both Harry and Hermione laughed, especially as Harry nearly rolled off the bed.
"Oh!!...McGuffin, are you awake?" Hermione stood up, came to his side, and began to check the situation of McGuffin.
Ron and Harry also turned around and spoke to him very excitedly.
"McGuffin, do you know what happened after you passed out? - Snape is finished! He can't stay at Hogwarts anymore... He probably will resign automatically, but it's a pity for Professor Quirrell..."
The two of them paused almost at the same time, looked at each other, and then Ron said in a dramatic voice that sounded like some strange stage play line, "Snape kissed Quirrell...! He had a love that the world does not allow, a forbidden love..."
After Hermione checked that McGuffin was fine, she couldn't help laughing for a long time after listening to Ron's weird words, and then said, "Don't say that, Professor Snape is a professor at Hogwarts School after all. Fortunately, Professor McGonagall came here to dispel the magic. Do you know who did it? This joke is indeed a bit too nasty... If it is discovered, I think Professor Snape must fire him."
"Hermione!" Ron said sharply to her, "You interrupted me to describe the McGuffin, which is probably the most exciting, funniest, and brightest scene we have ever seen in our lives. And Snape deserved what he deserved..."
"Mr. Weasley, then your life is really boring, and this is not the first time something like this has happened...Professor Snape and the others are lucky..."
Before they could finish speaking, a voice came from behind them, and Mrs. Pomrad walked around the curtain beside Harry's bed and came to them, holding a small bottle in her hand with the label 'Skeleton Spirit' on it.
Ron turned pale, wondering how much Mrs. Penrad had heard of their conversation.
He wondered if Mrs. Pomrad had overheard their previous discussion about Snape's curse on Harry and the Philosopher's Stone.
Then he heard another startling news from Mrs. Pontred, and asked involuntarily, "What? Was the professor also forced to kiss? Who was it last time? Could it be Professor Snape?"
"About two years ago, a couple of young wizards wanted to try this magic thing for some reason. What's it called? By the way, couple badges?"
"Unfortunately, because the casting was not activated correctly, the collision between the two resulted in a broken sternum,... That's why I said that Professor Snape was at least lucky. Neither he nor Professor Quirrell had a broken chest..." It seems that this news has already spread throughout Hogwarts, and even Mrs. Pontred, who usually lives in the school hospital, probably knows about it.
"However, I'm more interested in...Mr. Albert, how did you send yourself to me three times before the end of a semester."
"And McGuffin, you have to take good care of yourself, don't be like the old guy Keltburn, only to realize that you only have one leg and one arm left when you can't walk anymore..." Mrs. Penred's tone was full of contempt for the protection of the professor of magical animals.
"By the way, there is one more thing, how did you fall yourself to the ground, McGuffin..." Mrs. Penrad heard the reason for McGuffin's injury from Ron, and almost made fun of the little guy in front of her. After confirming it from Hermione, she was even more incredible.
McGuffin couldn't answer, so he could only open his leaky mouth and swallowed all the bone spirits in the small bottle in one gulp—this was even worse than the potion he drank here last time, it was like swallowing lava or drinking sulfuric acid.
His throat and stomach felt like they were constantly being roasted, and they felt like they were being burned.
She had chased Ron and Hermione away before Mrs. Penrad left, and she came back right after that, bringing in someone, a face Harry and McGuffin didn't want to see.
Malfoy was supported by several Slytherin students and lay down on the hospital bed.
—his cheeks sunken and haggard, as if someone had drained him dry.
It's just that his eyes shone with resentment as soon as he came in, and he didn't take his eyes off McGuffin until he collapsed on the bed like a melting candle.
It seems that I hate McGuffin so much!
Mrs. Penrad looked at Malfoy, "It's another young wizard who casts spell duels privately. What the hell are the professors doing... Why don't young wizards be prohibited from learning to use these dangerous spells, like this poisonous spell [Lazi spell], how could these young wizards master such a dangerous spell now."
Her words were full of indignation, and McGuffin turned his body to the other side with a guilty conscience.
At this time, his mouth also began to be full of tingling and strange sensations (as if something was pushing out from the gums continuously and rapidly), making his tongue unable to think of licking.
He had to find a way to divert his attention.
"Harry, shall I tell you a story?"
After Harry agreed, he lowered his voice and began to speak slowly in a voice only Harry could hear.
The name of the story is--
"Thirty-three days of amazing love, --【Hogwarts Love Story】"
"This is a love story of sadness and despair that cannot be tolerated by the world..."
"A story of giving everything and getting nothing in return..."
……
If the [Big Dung Egg Accident] that happened in the Quidditch game in December was compared to a long, stinky fart in a stuffy carriage in Hogwarts, it was an instant explosion, which immediately caused an uproar among Hogwarts teachers and students.
The [(Top Secret) Kissing Incident between Snape and Professor Quirrell's 'Love'' that happened not long ago was like someone sneaking out of a stuffy fart in a crowded elevator. It seemed silent, but it was actually very lethal.
——Undoubtedly, due to Professor Snape's natural "sense of intimidation" among all the teachers and students at Hogwarts, almost no one talked about this matter openly.
But the more people dare not do things on the surface, the more they will do it secretly and recklessly.
The version of this matter in a certain tacit undercurrent at Hogwarts is more [taboo] and [dog blood], and even a little too exciting.
When Snape actually heard it, it was still the version that Dumbledore had said.
——A love story of two teachers on a campus with a complete structure, taboo love, and stimulating dog blood.
"Severus, I know you've missed Lily all these years, but you can't just..." Dumbledore pinched his red nose and couldn't speak. At this moment, Snape finally got something wrong.
He thought the old bee called himself into his office to find out what was going on with Quirrell or Harry, progress?
did not expect……
He immediately spotted the culprit from the table in front of Dumbledore, took it in his hand and began to look through it.
Snape held a stack of thick parchment with trembling hands, all of which were written on various versions of the love between 'Quirrell and himself'... Sadomasochistic, pure rot, CP, heavy-tasting, I can't even list them all.
"Who the hell?" Snape's roar echoed in Dumbledore's office.
……
"I said,... Hermione, aren't you afraid that Snape... will find you?" McGuffin looked at the various 'little stories' about Quirrell and Snape widely circulated in the school, regretting why he risked his life to tell Harry that story.
"It's not what I passed on, can you blame me?"
Hermione looked at the parchment in front of her, feeling inspired, a story taking shape in her mind.
"Besides, we are here to protect the Sorcerer's Stone, aren't we, Ron, Harry? With these things around, I'm afraid Snape won't have time to peek at the Sorcerer's Stone, will he?"
"McGuffin,...don't bother me...now inspiration comes..."
And Ron was discussing revisions with Harry in full swing (they are trying to get revenge on Snape in the story, this is an upgraded version 2.0 of their previous discussion on revenge on Snape at Christmas)
McGuffin glanced at it, not knowing how to complain, but they did not expect that in just a few days, they would grasp the essence of this kind of story.
——The love and tragic story that the domineering evil principal and the delicate and eccentric professor have to tell.
McGuffin's eyes twitched, not knowing what was going on.
Originally in the school hospital, in order to distract his attention, he half-jokingly told Harry a love story between rotten Quirrell and Snape.
And then Harry found it amusing to retell the story to Hermione and Ron.
Hermione's eyes lit up after listening to Harry's story, but she still felt that it wasn't enough. After not getting any new stories from McGuffin, she began to pull Harry to try to create some new stories.
——This undoubtedly opened the door to Harry's three new worlds.
Afterwards, short stories, popular Hogwarts pamphlets began to circulate among the students,
Then these guys seem to have been pushed away from some kind of dual lineage of Ren Du, and continue to create a real Hogwarts fan novel in a sense.
——Ma Dan!
McGuffin could only hope that Snape didn't find out that he was behind this!
I will change it tomorrow, I am speechless, I can only say sorry to everyone.
(End of this chapter)
Snape came back to his senses, scanning everyone around him
The air was filled with furtive voices, talking behind his back.
Especially the remaining Quidditch players in Slytherin lowered their heads guiltily, avoiding his gaze.
Some clever ones are already hiding behind the crowd, ready to run away.
Professor McGonagall saw that Professor Snape's expression was wrong, and quickly interrupted, "What are you still doing here? Why don't you hurry to class..."
All the students rushed away, suppressing their excitement, like a herd of pigs out of the cage, huddled together in a dark place, whistling and swaying left and right.
In Snape's eyes, Professor Quirrell was pretending to be trembling all over, as if he was about to faint.
This made him gasp and have nowhere to vent.
There was a dangerous light in his eyes, looking at McGuffin Albert who had fainted.
Snape was eager to try - should he give this guy some Veritaserum.
He's had enough of the little madman!
What happened just now must have something to do with this guy, not just his own intuition, but also all kinds of incongruous clues just now.
——Snape's bowels were remorseful.Why is he messing with that badge.
Thinking of the scene just now, Quirrell's upper and lower lips kept replaying and appearing in his pupils.
The sour smell of garlic was like a red-hot iron needle, which was inserted into the head from the nose forcefully, twitching and stirring vigorously.
vomit……
Snape immediately used [Occlumency] to store this terrifying memory in the deepest part, hoping that he would never remember it again.
Hermione raised her hand cautiously at this moment and suggested.
"Professor McGonagall, can you send McGuffin to Mrs. Penrad first?"
Professor McGonagall glanced at it. At this time, the blood on McGuffin's face, body, and sleeves became sticky and even dried up.As for the nostrils, blood can still be seen flowing out near the lips, but it seems to be temporarily stopped by someone using immature magic.
Frowning, she picked up her wand and pointed it at the McGuffin.
"Clean up!"
"Heal as before!"
McGuffin's shriveled nose immediately returned to its original state, and the original blood stains on his body disappeared instantly, but the two teeth in his mouth were still missing and the other was broken.
—he was still unconscious.
"Okay, send this little guy to Mrs. Penrad! By the way, take a look at Harry too..."
Only then did Professor McGonagall see Harry, who was also unconscious, being supported by Ron.
"Can anyone tell me what's going on here,...Professor Snape, Professor Quirrell?" she asked.
Quirrell trembled and didn't speak. Snape turned pale and said nothing. He straightened his robe, took out his wand, looked at the badge in his hand, thought for a while, then pointed at Quirrell, and waved his wand.
I saw Quirrell's arm shaking violently, as if he wanted to take something out of the robe, and finally he stretched out his hand and it was the same badge.
Finally, under Snape's command, the badge came out of Quirrell's hand and flew into his own palm, and the two badges were joined together.
Professor McGonagall looked at this gadget in surprise. If her impression was correct, she seemed to remember that this thing had been completely sealed up by Zuko's joke store, and it was only circulated among some students at Hogwarts in the past two years.
It was sealed up by Zuko's joke shop and is no longer produced.
She remembers as if the reason was because
——At that time, this magic toy seemed to be very popular among the students of Beauxbaton School of Witchcraft and Wizardry at first, and it didn't take long to cause dozens of very serious accidents, and even caused two professors to resign from the school because of it.
And when it spread to Hogwarts, Zuko's joke shop also stopped producing this magic thing.
Hogwarts did not become widely popular.
Professor McGuffin remembers that this magic thing seemed to be called by the little wizards at that time.
——Couple Badge!
Professor McGonagall remembered, just as she was about to say something.
Snape flicked his black robe, walked past the Gryffindor students sullenly, walked away quickly, and walked towards the basement.
Professor Quirrell straightened up and trembled all over. He expressed the hope that Professor McGonagall could help him finish this class, and then left directly.
Professor McGonagall looked at the backs of the two of them leaving uneasily. After a long while, he woke up amidst the discussions of the surrounding students. He began to arrange for all the students to enter the classroom, and prepared to investigate the parties involved to see what happened.
——If it was done by a student, it is too bad! It must be severely punished!
……
McGuffin opened his eyes. Not surprisingly, he was lying on a hospital bed somewhere in the school hospital.
Fuck! ...
McGuffin scolded Snape in his heart, Malfoy.
On the one hand, he also secretly regretted that he knew that he had put the XZ in Harry's pocket instead of the hood.
At the time of planning, I was just afraid that if Harry found the badge from his pocket, he would throw it out.
But—who the hell knew that such a thing could happen?
At this time, Harry had come to his senses, and he was asking Ron to describe what happened just now over and over again.
"Harry, you didn't appreciate this wonderful 'beautiful' scene," said Ron,—his eyes were closed, his face imaginative, and the irrepressible joy was outlined on his face, "that expression on Snape's big bat face...the passionate kiss and hug with Quirrell, and the pink light radiating from his body..."
"Merlin! Is this a late Christmas present?"
Both Harry and Hermione laughed, especially as Harry nearly rolled off the bed.
"Oh!!...McGuffin, are you awake?" Hermione stood up, came to his side, and began to check the situation of McGuffin.
Ron and Harry also turned around and spoke to him very excitedly.
"McGuffin, do you know what happened after you passed out? - Snape is finished! He can't stay at Hogwarts anymore... He probably will resign automatically, but it's a pity for Professor Quirrell..."
The two of them paused almost at the same time, looked at each other, and then Ron said in a dramatic voice that sounded like some strange stage play line, "Snape kissed Quirrell...! He had a love that the world does not allow, a forbidden love..."
After Hermione checked that McGuffin was fine, she couldn't help laughing for a long time after listening to Ron's weird words, and then said, "Don't say that, Professor Snape is a professor at Hogwarts School after all. Fortunately, Professor McGonagall came here to dispel the magic. Do you know who did it? This joke is indeed a bit too nasty... If it is discovered, I think Professor Snape must fire him."
"Hermione!" Ron said sharply to her, "You interrupted me to describe the McGuffin, which is probably the most exciting, funniest, and brightest scene we have ever seen in our lives. And Snape deserved what he deserved..."
"Mr. Weasley, then your life is really boring, and this is not the first time something like this has happened...Professor Snape and the others are lucky..."
Before they could finish speaking, a voice came from behind them, and Mrs. Pomrad walked around the curtain beside Harry's bed and came to them, holding a small bottle in her hand with the label 'Skeleton Spirit' on it.
Ron turned pale, wondering how much Mrs. Penrad had heard of their conversation.
He wondered if Mrs. Pomrad had overheard their previous discussion about Snape's curse on Harry and the Philosopher's Stone.
Then he heard another startling news from Mrs. Pontred, and asked involuntarily, "What? Was the professor also forced to kiss? Who was it last time? Could it be Professor Snape?"
"About two years ago, a couple of young wizards wanted to try this magic thing for some reason. What's it called? By the way, couple badges?"
"Unfortunately, because the casting was not activated correctly, the collision between the two resulted in a broken sternum,... That's why I said that Professor Snape was at least lucky. Neither he nor Professor Quirrell had a broken chest..." It seems that this news has already spread throughout Hogwarts, and even Mrs. Pontred, who usually lives in the school hospital, probably knows about it.
"However, I'm more interested in...Mr. Albert, how did you send yourself to me three times before the end of a semester."
"And McGuffin, you have to take good care of yourself, don't be like the old guy Keltburn, only to realize that you only have one leg and one arm left when you can't walk anymore..." Mrs. Penred's tone was full of contempt for the protection of the professor of magical animals.
"By the way, there is one more thing, how did you fall yourself to the ground, McGuffin..." Mrs. Penrad heard the reason for McGuffin's injury from Ron, and almost made fun of the little guy in front of her. After confirming it from Hermione, she was even more incredible.
McGuffin couldn't answer, so he could only open his leaky mouth and swallowed all the bone spirits in the small bottle in one gulp—this was even worse than the potion he drank here last time, it was like swallowing lava or drinking sulfuric acid.
His throat and stomach felt like they were constantly being roasted, and they felt like they were being burned.
She had chased Ron and Hermione away before Mrs. Penrad left, and she came back right after that, bringing in someone, a face Harry and McGuffin didn't want to see.
Malfoy was supported by several Slytherin students and lay down on the hospital bed.
—his cheeks sunken and haggard, as if someone had drained him dry.
It's just that his eyes shone with resentment as soon as he came in, and he didn't take his eyes off McGuffin until he collapsed on the bed like a melting candle.
It seems that I hate McGuffin so much!
Mrs. Penrad looked at Malfoy, "It's another young wizard who casts spell duels privately. What the hell are the professors doing... Why don't young wizards be prohibited from learning to use these dangerous spells, like this poisonous spell [Lazi spell], how could these young wizards master such a dangerous spell now."
Her words were full of indignation, and McGuffin turned his body to the other side with a guilty conscience.
At this time, his mouth also began to be full of tingling and strange sensations (as if something was pushing out from the gums continuously and rapidly), making his tongue unable to think of licking.
He had to find a way to divert his attention.
"Harry, shall I tell you a story?"
After Harry agreed, he lowered his voice and began to speak slowly in a voice only Harry could hear.
The name of the story is--
"Thirty-three days of amazing love, --【Hogwarts Love Story】"
"This is a love story of sadness and despair that cannot be tolerated by the world..."
"A story of giving everything and getting nothing in return..."
……
If the [Big Dung Egg Accident] that happened in the Quidditch game in December was compared to a long, stinky fart in a stuffy carriage in Hogwarts, it was an instant explosion, which immediately caused an uproar among Hogwarts teachers and students.
The [(Top Secret) Kissing Incident between Snape and Professor Quirrell's 'Love'' that happened not long ago was like someone sneaking out of a stuffy fart in a crowded elevator. It seemed silent, but it was actually very lethal.
——Undoubtedly, due to Professor Snape's natural "sense of intimidation" among all the teachers and students at Hogwarts, almost no one talked about this matter openly.
But the more people dare not do things on the surface, the more they will do it secretly and recklessly.
The version of this matter in a certain tacit undercurrent at Hogwarts is more [taboo] and [dog blood], and even a little too exciting.
When Snape actually heard it, it was still the version that Dumbledore had said.
——A love story of two teachers on a campus with a complete structure, taboo love, and stimulating dog blood.
"Severus, I know you've missed Lily all these years, but you can't just..." Dumbledore pinched his red nose and couldn't speak. At this moment, Snape finally got something wrong.
He thought the old bee called himself into his office to find out what was going on with Quirrell or Harry, progress?
did not expect……
He immediately spotted the culprit from the table in front of Dumbledore, took it in his hand and began to look through it.
Snape held a stack of thick parchment with trembling hands, all of which were written on various versions of the love between 'Quirrell and himself'... Sadomasochistic, pure rot, CP, heavy-tasting, I can't even list them all.
"Who the hell?" Snape's roar echoed in Dumbledore's office.
……
"I said,... Hermione, aren't you afraid that Snape... will find you?" McGuffin looked at the various 'little stories' about Quirrell and Snape widely circulated in the school, regretting why he risked his life to tell Harry that story.
"It's not what I passed on, can you blame me?"
Hermione looked at the parchment in front of her, feeling inspired, a story taking shape in her mind.
"Besides, we are here to protect the Sorcerer's Stone, aren't we, Ron, Harry? With these things around, I'm afraid Snape won't have time to peek at the Sorcerer's Stone, will he?"
"McGuffin,...don't bother me...now inspiration comes..."
And Ron was discussing revisions with Harry in full swing (they are trying to get revenge on Snape in the story, this is an upgraded version 2.0 of their previous discussion on revenge on Snape at Christmas)
McGuffin glanced at it, not knowing how to complain, but they did not expect that in just a few days, they would grasp the essence of this kind of story.
——The love and tragic story that the domineering evil principal and the delicate and eccentric professor have to tell.
McGuffin's eyes twitched, not knowing what was going on.
Originally in the school hospital, in order to distract his attention, he half-jokingly told Harry a love story between rotten Quirrell and Snape.
And then Harry found it amusing to retell the story to Hermione and Ron.
Hermione's eyes lit up after listening to Harry's story, but she still felt that it wasn't enough. After not getting any new stories from McGuffin, she began to pull Harry to try to create some new stories.
——This undoubtedly opened the door to Harry's three new worlds.
Afterwards, short stories, popular Hogwarts pamphlets began to circulate among the students,
Then these guys seem to have been pushed away from some kind of dual lineage of Ren Du, and continue to create a real Hogwarts fan novel in a sense.
——Ma Dan!
McGuffin could only hope that Snape didn't find out that he was behind this!
I will change it tomorrow, I am speechless, I can only say sorry to everyone.
(End of this chapter)
