Chapter 18 The Hogwarts Express 'Tragedy'
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Yun Yin Shen
Chapter 18 The Hogwarts Express 'Tragedy'
Now, in the real world, let's turn the clock back to 5 minutes ago.
After Dracora Malfoy had introduced himself and his two minions (Goyle and Crabbe), he invited Harry to join their circle of pure-blood wizards.
After being coldly rejected by Harry.
With a gloomy face, he began to mock the two of them.
"If I were yours, Potter, I'd be very careful," Malfoy said slowly, in his odd voice. "You should be polite and choose carefully who you want to be friends with... If you hang out with dubious people like Weasley or Hagrid, it will affect you."
Harry and Ron jumped to their feet when Malfoy insulted Ron's family.
"Say it again." Ron blushed.
Seeing that the conflict is about to break out.
Malfoy glanced at McGuffin, who was still sleeping on the seat beside him, and thought that the Muggle-dressed guy in front of him must be a soft persimmon, a Muggle-born 'Mudblood'. The people in the same compartment were arguing like this. How could he not wake up? He must be pretending to be asleep.
——The Weasley family is still a pure-blood family after all, not to mention his older brothers in the carriage.And Harry Potter is not easy to handle here.
"What if? Beating up this sleeping Muggle kid will not only need to confront Weasley and Harry Potter, but also scare Harry."
——I can also get away, so that the family's honor will not be damaged by a frontal conflict, and even to show the glory of a pure-blood noble, my father will not beat up a Muggle, maybe... no, he will definitely praise me for this witty and decisive action.
"What's a Mudblood?"
Malfoy thought for a moment, and he decided to beat up the Muggle and warn Harry and Ron.
"Oh, you want to fight, don't you?" Malfoy said with a sneer, and winked at the two followers, Bangor and Crabbe, who had been following him since they were young, telling them to prepare to deal with the little Muggle wizard next to him.
"Unless you go out now."
"But we don't want to go just yet, do we, Crabbe? We've all eaten up, and I see you've got some."
Goyle reached for the Chocolate Frog beside Ron, and by the way, used his short and stocky body to block the two of them.
Crabbe then rushed into McGuffin's seat and pulled him off.
Just like that, McGuffin was pulled off the seat in a deep sleep, rolled and hit the ground of the train heavily.
boom!There was a loud bang.
Thankfully it was on the back.
Seeing this, Ron jumped forward quickly, trying to break free from Goyle's blockage, and go to deal with Crabbe to help the sleeping McGuffin.
Unexpectedly, he didn't touch Gore at all, and he heard Gore scream.
This startled everyone.
Ron's pet mouse, Scabbers, dangled from his finger, biting tightly into the flesh.
Goyle screamed like a pig, trying to shake Scabbers off with his fingers.
Crabbe tried to get closer to help, but Goyle jumped and bumped into each other, only to be tripped by the McGuffin lying on the ground and crushed on his lap.
Banban was thrown off at this time, but it just happened to land on McGuffin's face.
The fat mouse covered almost the entire face of the MacGuffin, its buttocks just covered his nose, and its tail moved over the MacGuffin's mouth.
Harry, Ron, and Malfoy stood just enough to see this scene, and they watched blankly.
——Scattered's tail kept swinging back and forth from left to right, sweeping across Mag's mouth.
……
At this time - 5 minutes have just passed.
"Ahhhhhhh-"
McGuffin just woke up from a nightmare, breaking out in a cold sweat and screaming.
He felt something on his face—fluffy, warm, and a stinky smell was still moving on his face.
My own legs were also pressed down by something heavy, and I didn't move at all.
Nightmares come true! ?Or are you still dreaming?
"What's the matter?"
Just as McGuffin's fear gradually spread throughout his body, his heart was beating so fast that it almost seemed to be pulled out of his chest.
Ron came over and tugged at Scabbers' tail, lifting it from the McGuffin's face.
"What the hell? Rats? Ron? . . . FK, what the hell is going on here?"
Annoyed, depressed,—McGuffin felt like he was being played.
McGuffin gradually woke up from the daze, lying on the ground staring at Spotted Bean Ding's small black eyes slowly going away, and suddenly realized the smell in the dream and when he woke up just now, what is the smell?
vomit--
After turning his head sideways and retching for a long time, he finally realized all the current situation, why was he with Audio-Technica, or this scene?How is this a bit different from the impression.
Although McGuffin is not very clear about the development of the matter, but the cheating incidents he encountered in his dream and in reality just now made his anger keep accumulating in his heart, and he was about to explode.
As the head gradually wakes up, the memory slowly begins to recover.
Yes, I seemed to be late at the station—then I met the three Weasley brothers, and then—
McGuffin recalled falling asleep in Harry's cubicle upon arrival, so now was—?
"McGuffin, are you alright?" Ron was a little anxious. He leaned over to guard against Goyle and Crabbe who were about to stand up, and Malfoy who was on the side attacked.
"What happened?" he asked hoarsely.
McGuffin plucked worthwhile hair, bald and bald, full of anger and urgently needed to vent.
Ron didn't notice it, so he said it briefly.
"So what, you sleepy, cowardly Muggle wizard. You're not the same as us pure-blood wizards. Doesn't a mouse's butt smell good? Does it stink? With two dark circles under your eyes, maybe you were beaten up by your Muggle booze dad? Hehe..."
After Malfoy heard it, he admitted it directly, and used his aristocratic pure-blood wizard style, slowly mocking McGuffin, and chuckling from time to time, provoking McGuffin.
He was sure that this Muggle-born guy was a coward without courage, and naturally he had to give Harry and Ron some warnings through this Muggle freshman.
"I endure...to stay away from this pile of troubles, and to endure hardships..."
McGuffin stood up, trying to stand up, but his legs were firmly pressed down.
The anger in his heart continued to burn his rationality, although the surviving rationality reminded him to hold back, not to spoil the original plot, and not to cause major incidents, attracting the attention of teachers, students, and Dumbledore.
Write them down in your little black book of vengeance, and slowly cook them up later when no one is around.
Malfoy was still talking nonsense from the sidelines, constantly flirting.
McGuffin's face turned black and red, and the more he got angry, the redder he became, and the more he thought about it, the greener he became, and the three colors of black, red and green kept changing back and forth on his face.
"Be patient, hide, be cowardly, come here slowly, just write it down in the little black book first, just like playing LOL in the previous life. If your skills are not good, you will be obscene. Remember to develop, develop... When you are strong,... It is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years. I have to invent a magic spell and play his little JOJO [-] times." McGuffin grabbed his hair and tried to suppress his anger.
until--
Goyle and Crabbe fell on the McGuffin's lap again, this time hitting something and making a noise.
Click!
——"My magic figures!"
This sound became the last straw that crushed McGuffin's sobriety, and it was also the sound of his rationality breaking down.
"Wo... NI Ma... Fake! Bear with me. Get out! (Chinese) Labor and capital are going to waste!" The angry McGuffin went straight up...
His sanity value——returned to zero.
Anger bang, exploded.
McGuffin reached directly into his coat pocket and took out his wand.
"Wingardim Leviosa!"
Say the spell quickly and wave your wand.
The two fat mounds were immediately suspended in the air, struggling with their hands fluttering.
Seeing all this, Malfoy stumbled back to the door, he tremblingly took out his wand from his robes, "I tell you, my father is..."
Go to - Master NI's!
This time without even chanting the spell, McGuffin pointed with his wand, and Malfoy suddenly rose up, and hit the ceiling in the aisle with a bang.
(End of this chapter)
Now, in the real world, let's turn the clock back to 5 minutes ago.
After Dracora Malfoy had introduced himself and his two minions (Goyle and Crabbe), he invited Harry to join their circle of pure-blood wizards.
After being coldly rejected by Harry.
With a gloomy face, he began to mock the two of them.
"If I were yours, Potter, I'd be very careful," Malfoy said slowly, in his odd voice. "You should be polite and choose carefully who you want to be friends with... If you hang out with dubious people like Weasley or Hagrid, it will affect you."
Harry and Ron jumped to their feet when Malfoy insulted Ron's family.
"Say it again." Ron blushed.
Seeing that the conflict is about to break out.
Malfoy glanced at McGuffin, who was still sleeping on the seat beside him, and thought that the Muggle-dressed guy in front of him must be a soft persimmon, a Muggle-born 'Mudblood'. The people in the same compartment were arguing like this. How could he not wake up? He must be pretending to be asleep.
——The Weasley family is still a pure-blood family after all, not to mention his older brothers in the carriage.And Harry Potter is not easy to handle here.
"What if? Beating up this sleeping Muggle kid will not only need to confront Weasley and Harry Potter, but also scare Harry."
——I can also get away, so that the family's honor will not be damaged by a frontal conflict, and even to show the glory of a pure-blood noble, my father will not beat up a Muggle, maybe... no, he will definitely praise me for this witty and decisive action.
"What's a Mudblood?"
Malfoy thought for a moment, and he decided to beat up the Muggle and warn Harry and Ron.
"Oh, you want to fight, don't you?" Malfoy said with a sneer, and winked at the two followers, Bangor and Crabbe, who had been following him since they were young, telling them to prepare to deal with the little Muggle wizard next to him.
"Unless you go out now."
"But we don't want to go just yet, do we, Crabbe? We've all eaten up, and I see you've got some."
Goyle reached for the Chocolate Frog beside Ron, and by the way, used his short and stocky body to block the two of them.
Crabbe then rushed into McGuffin's seat and pulled him off.
Just like that, McGuffin was pulled off the seat in a deep sleep, rolled and hit the ground of the train heavily.
boom!There was a loud bang.
Thankfully it was on the back.
Seeing this, Ron jumped forward quickly, trying to break free from Goyle's blockage, and go to deal with Crabbe to help the sleeping McGuffin.
Unexpectedly, he didn't touch Gore at all, and he heard Gore scream.
This startled everyone.
Ron's pet mouse, Scabbers, dangled from his finger, biting tightly into the flesh.
Goyle screamed like a pig, trying to shake Scabbers off with his fingers.
Crabbe tried to get closer to help, but Goyle jumped and bumped into each other, only to be tripped by the McGuffin lying on the ground and crushed on his lap.
Banban was thrown off at this time, but it just happened to land on McGuffin's face.
The fat mouse covered almost the entire face of the MacGuffin, its buttocks just covered his nose, and its tail moved over the MacGuffin's mouth.
Harry, Ron, and Malfoy stood just enough to see this scene, and they watched blankly.
——Scattered's tail kept swinging back and forth from left to right, sweeping across Mag's mouth.
……
At this time - 5 minutes have just passed.
"Ahhhhhhh-"
McGuffin just woke up from a nightmare, breaking out in a cold sweat and screaming.
He felt something on his face—fluffy, warm, and a stinky smell was still moving on his face.
My own legs were also pressed down by something heavy, and I didn't move at all.
Nightmares come true! ?Or are you still dreaming?
"What's the matter?"
Just as McGuffin's fear gradually spread throughout his body, his heart was beating so fast that it almost seemed to be pulled out of his chest.
Ron came over and tugged at Scabbers' tail, lifting it from the McGuffin's face.
"What the hell? Rats? Ron? . . . FK, what the hell is going on here?"
Annoyed, depressed,—McGuffin felt like he was being played.
McGuffin gradually woke up from the daze, lying on the ground staring at Spotted Bean Ding's small black eyes slowly going away, and suddenly realized the smell in the dream and when he woke up just now, what is the smell?
vomit--
After turning his head sideways and retching for a long time, he finally realized all the current situation, why was he with Audio-Technica, or this scene?How is this a bit different from the impression.
Although McGuffin is not very clear about the development of the matter, but the cheating incidents he encountered in his dream and in reality just now made his anger keep accumulating in his heart, and he was about to explode.
As the head gradually wakes up, the memory slowly begins to recover.
Yes, I seemed to be late at the station—then I met the three Weasley brothers, and then—
McGuffin recalled falling asleep in Harry's cubicle upon arrival, so now was—?
"McGuffin, are you alright?" Ron was a little anxious. He leaned over to guard against Goyle and Crabbe who were about to stand up, and Malfoy who was on the side attacked.
"What happened?" he asked hoarsely.
McGuffin plucked worthwhile hair, bald and bald, full of anger and urgently needed to vent.
Ron didn't notice it, so he said it briefly.
"So what, you sleepy, cowardly Muggle wizard. You're not the same as us pure-blood wizards. Doesn't a mouse's butt smell good? Does it stink? With two dark circles under your eyes, maybe you were beaten up by your Muggle booze dad? Hehe..."
After Malfoy heard it, he admitted it directly, and used his aristocratic pure-blood wizard style, slowly mocking McGuffin, and chuckling from time to time, provoking McGuffin.
He was sure that this Muggle-born guy was a coward without courage, and naturally he had to give Harry and Ron some warnings through this Muggle freshman.
"I endure...to stay away from this pile of troubles, and to endure hardships..."
McGuffin stood up, trying to stand up, but his legs were firmly pressed down.
The anger in his heart continued to burn his rationality, although the surviving rationality reminded him to hold back, not to spoil the original plot, and not to cause major incidents, attracting the attention of teachers, students, and Dumbledore.
Write them down in your little black book of vengeance, and slowly cook them up later when no one is around.
Malfoy was still talking nonsense from the sidelines, constantly flirting.
McGuffin's face turned black and red, and the more he got angry, the redder he became, and the more he thought about it, the greener he became, and the three colors of black, red and green kept changing back and forth on his face.
"Be patient, hide, be cowardly, come here slowly, just write it down in the little black book first, just like playing LOL in the previous life. If your skills are not good, you will be obscene. Remember to develop, develop... When you are strong,... It is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years. I have to invent a magic spell and play his little JOJO [-] times." McGuffin grabbed his hair and tried to suppress his anger.
until--
Goyle and Crabbe fell on the McGuffin's lap again, this time hitting something and making a noise.
Click!
——"My magic figures!"
This sound became the last straw that crushed McGuffin's sobriety, and it was also the sound of his rationality breaking down.
"Wo... NI Ma... Fake! Bear with me. Get out! (Chinese) Labor and capital are going to waste!" The angry McGuffin went straight up...
His sanity value——returned to zero.
Anger bang, exploded.
McGuffin reached directly into his coat pocket and took out his wand.
"Wingardim Leviosa!"
Say the spell quickly and wave your wand.
The two fat mounds were immediately suspended in the air, struggling with their hands fluttering.
Seeing all this, Malfoy stumbled back to the door, he tremblingly took out his wand from his robes, "I tell you, my father is..."
Go to - Master NI's!
This time without even chanting the spell, McGuffin pointed with his wand, and Malfoy suddenly rose up, and hit the ceiling in the aisle with a bang.
(End of this chapter)
