Chapter 185 Seeing the beginning of school again
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Yun Yin Shen
Chapter 185 Seeing the beginning of school again
The night was dark, and the moonlight shone on the garden outside [The Burrow].
McGuffin looked melancholy at Harry's iron head, and sighed heavily.
——He is not as strong-headed as the Savior, and he passed by the basilisk several times abruptly, but nothing happened.
He has to be ready.
The chances of that being safe are slim to none.
Even without the Basilisk and the Chamber of Secrets... I'm afraid Dumbledore would have arranged other puzzle games for Harry as he did in the previous school year.
(McGuffin still has some doubts that this old bee, whose heart is cut open and black, has cleverly used this matter to arrange for Harry after knowing about the basilisk.
After all, the young version of Voldemort, who is also very weak (Horcrux form), is no match for the old guy at all.
...The incidents in which the basilisk did not cause any harm were too coincidental, and when Harry handed him the Horcrux in the end, he was not even surprised. He left the notebook to study it carefully and then asked Harry to return it to Lucius to free Dobby... These coincidences, accidents...cannot but make McGuffin have a lot of doubts about it. )
This makes McGuffin have to come and see, if the secret room is really opened, what exactly does he need?
——To prepare a rooster (the crowing sound is fatal to snake melons), a few pairs of glasses (to prevent direct eye contact with basilisks, this can be mailed through owls), ... you need to order some mature mandrakes (this seems a bit difficult), and ... by the way, there are also a few small spiders for early warning.
But before that, McGuffin needs to get rid of his own hidden dangers.
——The items 'collected' by the two masters, the final conclusive evidence of the [Fauci Hitler Mustache] incident, those few metal magic lines.
—had to be taken away.
This is why McGuffin called Harry out at night when he was about to sleep.
He had to borrow Harry's owl.
Harry was shocked, and his legs were almost limp after listening to McGuffin's brief introduction of the glorious deeds of the two "heroes who robbed the rich and gave to the poor".
He turned his head stiffly and looked at the two Nixiu who were jumping up and down, grunting, and looking very angry.
Harry still couldn't believe such an absurd thing...
Until McGuffin went to the kitchen of [The Burrow] and took out today's [Daily Prophet] from the Weasleys.
——He saw the black and white magic portrait that almost occupied half of the page at a glance.
——Fauci is standing up with his own portrait for a group photo,
——They all have a very similar mustache!
Harry's legs gave way and he almost fell.
"You... you!" He didn't know what to say.
"It's okay, Harry, as long as you keep it a secret, no one will know." McGuffin reassured.
"Besides, Dumbledore also knew about this, and he helped me... That's why I brought those two "masters" back safely!" McGuffin didn't know that the words he made up to comfort Harry actually hit the truth of the matter.
"Really! Did Dumbledore know too?" Harry immediately recovered when he heard Dumbledore.
"That's right, it's just that he only helped me secretly! As long as this matter is done, after a while, when the hot news of this news passes, it will be fine even if it is exposed... You won't spread the word like Ron! Harry!" McGuffin said.
"No, nothing... By the way, what is the use of borrowing Hedwig from you?"
"I... I'm still a little worried, what if the 'things' brought by those two 'uncles' have tracking magic?" McGuffin said, staring fiercely at Garoncik who wanted to sneak into the Weasleys' kitchen again to vent his anger.
(Garon and Xike froze, circling in circles, crossing steps... looked very 'innocent')
"We can't cause trouble to Ron's house! So I want to borrow Hedwig to separate and mail (throw) all the things to other places...preferably where Muggles live, where the Ministry of Magic can't notice..."
"It's safer that way," he continued.
"Okay!" Harry responded.
McGuffin took a careful look at 【The Burrow】, the Weasleys didn't notice what he and Harry were doing.
From all the pockets on his body, he spread the 'trophies' of Garen and Sik in his hands.
——Good guy, there are a lot of dense ones!
Just by looking at it, you can see how hard the two snuffers worked.
The corners of Harry's mouth twitched, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
He waved to Hedwig, the owl flying in the night sky, and it let out a crisp shriek, fluttered its wings and landed in front of Harry.
Hedwig looked very proud, and she pointed her butt at the MacGuffin who was staring at her enthusiastically.
— Gan!This chubby round-faced turkey!
……
He stayed up with Harry that night, and Hedwig was tired.
Finally spilled those gadgets all over the UK.
(Uh! Almost, just find a random place name for Hedwig to send there, such as some Muggle football fields, garbage dumps, streets, zoos... Among them, the metal magic pattern of the portrait, he even asked Hedwig to throw these things into the sea.)
If this can still be found, McGuffin will admit it.
As for the photo of Fauci’s mustache, I don’t know if it’s because the heat has passed, or because someone told him the truth, or because he remembered what that mustache means in the Muggle world...
In short, [Daily Prophet] did not report on this matter in the follow-up.
Even the mighty Ministry of Magic's sweep of Knockturn Alley only lasted for about a week, and there was no follow-up on the [Daily Prophet].
Of course, there are also some wizards who understand what Fauci's beard means... secretly laughing.
(Most of these are Muggle-born wizards, but because they generally do not have any decisive voice in the wizarding world, they cannot grasp public opinion)
So although the enthusiasm for this matter has begun to subside, the original goal has been achieved by mistake - no one is talking about the news of [Minister with Crooked Mouth] about Connelly Fauci.
But afterward, the [Daily Prophet] finally published reports about Harry and Lockhart...and Mr. Weasley's fight with Malfoy.
Naturally, there was a lot of writing about Gerald Lockhart bragging about how he was valued and invited by Dumbledore... What kind of mental game did he go through to give up his beloved adventure career to teach at Hogwarts for the sake of the vast number of young wizard students.
Time passed quickly, and it was almost time to start school in a blink of an eye.
Compared to Harry's reluctance to live in The Burrow.
McGuffin is extremely eager to return to Hogwarts. A large part of this mood comes from the pressure of real life. On the one hand, he must return to school to make troubles! ……Forehead! ...It is to get some talent points to guard against the sudden deterioration of the [Blood Curse].
Although McGuffin did communicate with Mrs. Frey and Professor McGonagall when he was living in the Burrow...to confirm the status of the [Blood Curse] on him, and the professor's research on this curse. (still not much progress)
On the other hand, McGuffin must also confirm whether it will continue to progress as in the plot in the future?
McGuffin also re-confirmed this-at the end of August, the short wizard kept his promise to send the photo of Harry and Gilderoy together in a brown paper bag and mail it by owl.
He made a deal of these photos with Ginny, easily re-examined all the books in Diagon Alley, and asked Ginny to test it.
And as he knew at the beginning, it was just those books, and there was no trace of Voldemort's notebook (Horcrux).
——Did Malfoy really turn his back on his evil ways and not plan to bring that Horcrux to Hogwarts?
Although I feel that this is a bit impossible and the probability is extremely low, it must be confirmed before proper arrangements can be made.
- very simple.
According to the attitude that Dobby, the house elf in Malfoy's family, is crazy and obsessed with Harry, as long as Hogwarts is in danger, the Chamber of Secrets may be opened-he will definitely prevent Harry from going to Hogwarts, and the last thing that may happen is that it will seal the wall from King's Cross Station to the Hogwarts train just like in the plot.
At that time, McGuffin can almost confirm,
——Is the plot really starting to collapse! ?
On the last night of school, Mrs. Weasley concocted a sumptuous dinner by magic.
Honey pudding, turkey,... She even made a plate of fried dumplings with the help of McGuffin. Although it didn't look very good-looking, but the kind of bread or sausage that I'm used to eating in the UK, or there is a mysterious dish of "looking up at the stars"... In short, everyone ate very happily.
The night was perfect especially with Fred and George with the Flipper fireworks.
It was the next morning, the early morning of September [-]st.
They get up early.
Before the rooster crowed, McGuffin came to the garden, wondering if he could bring a chicken as a pet to prevent the basilisk... Who knows how this year will develop, the Horcrux and the secret room, all the things in the original plot are like a time bomb stuck in McGuffin's throat.
—he had to make some preparations.
But after thinking about it, forget it. If you do this, you will easily be dragged to St. Mungo's Magic Hospital to see if there is something wrong with your brain.
And if there were any signs of a basilisk, McGuffin could also remind Hagrid or other professors to prepare a rooster.
It also saves me from smelling like chicken shit.
After that, all kinds of messy things piled up and took too much time.
Especially when they carried things up and down the narrow stairs, everyone always bumped into each other and huddled together.
And Mr. Weasley nearly tripped over a rooster in the middle of the mess and broke his neck.
When the MacGuffin is all sorted out.
He began to examine the magically transformed car,
What interested McGuffin the most was not that Mr. Weasley had made this dilapidated Muggle car so that it could fly into the sky... to expand the space or something.
But when he leaned over the window and looked in, he would see Harry already in the car...Harry had grown himself, Ron, Fred, George, and Percy...five heads in all.
And the expression on the face...angry, angry, anxious and complaining...varies
simply……
——How to say the end of magic is weird.
Eventually McGuffin got in too, just in time to hear Mrs Weasley, who was sitting in front with Ginny, sighing.
"Muggles are really smarter than we think...it doesn't look so spacious from the outside, does it?"
This made McGuffin and Harry smile at each other.
Mr. Weasley wiped off his cold sweat, started the engine, and drove the car out of the yard.
I don't know if it's due to the Murphy effect or the inertia of fate.
Although reminded by McGuffin, they packed up everything at once, and didn't waste time returning to the Burrow many times.
But not long on the way, Mr. Weasley, who was driving super steadily, was stopped by a policeman halfway.
But just as McGuffin estimated, one of the unlucky guys just squatted on the back glass and took a look, then rolled their eyes and passed out.
One of the tall black Muggle policemen immediately became nervous. He first used the walkie-talkie to call for help, then pulled out his gun and shouted to the people in the car,
"Hands up, get out of the car... everyone, hurry up!"
"What should I do? Arthur! Otherwise, you go down and use the [Confusion Curse]..." Mrs. Weasley was a little anxious and annoyed. She looked at the time——if this continued, she would miss the train.
"It's okay, I often deal with this kind of thing, I will communicate well with this Muggle!" Mr. Weasley raised his hand confidently, without even taking out his wand, he just got out of the car like that.
But he never expected...
But as soon as he went out, the policeman shouted orders involuntarily, "Lie down on the spot and raise your hands...or I will shoot."
Mrs. Weasley's face was livid, she took a deep breath, and was about to get out of the car with her wand in hand.
And at this time, McGuffin stopped her, "Mrs. Weasley... There are other people here... Muggles are driving by, can you let me try first... If you don't need to use magic, don't use it... This will be endless!"
After getting Mrs. Weasley's dubious consent, McGuffin, who was sitting in front of the window, rolled down the window, showing his head half-stretched.
His acting skills were on the line, and he said very anxiously.
"Officer, here is a pregnant woman who is about to give birth, can you come over and help me, this car door is broken and can't be opened!"
"Shut up, I will only arrange..."
Seeing that it was a child, the policeman carefully moved his body out of the car window while watching Mr. Weasley.
Looking at each other——
Poor 'Mr. Police Officer' saw a five-headed monster at a glance, and 'grinned' at him again and again.
Ah - woo!
He rolled his eyes and passed out like his colleagues.
"Okay!" George, Fred felt very amused.
After Mr. Weasley stuffed the two policemen into the original patrol car, he returned to the car in embarrassment, pretending that nothing happened, and continued driving.
Perhaps to make fun of the embarrassment just now, Mr. Weasley wanted to activate the car's flying function, but Mrs. Weasley vetoed it.
"Nobody's going to see it. There's a little button here, it's the invisibility booster, and they'll send us into the sky... before there's any Muggles... we can go invisible and be at the train station in 10 minutes and no one will know!"
"I said no, Arthur, in this broad daylight, not to mention the current situation of the Ministry of Magic...you know..." Mrs. Weasley's voice was very unfriendly.
This made Mr. Weasley shut up immediately, and the atmosphere in the car was also very 'dangerous'.
In the end, it turned out that it was a quarter to eleven before arriving at King's Cross Station.
(End of this chapter)
The night was dark, and the moonlight shone on the garden outside [The Burrow].
McGuffin looked melancholy at Harry's iron head, and sighed heavily.
——He is not as strong-headed as the Savior, and he passed by the basilisk several times abruptly, but nothing happened.
He has to be ready.
The chances of that being safe are slim to none.
Even without the Basilisk and the Chamber of Secrets... I'm afraid Dumbledore would have arranged other puzzle games for Harry as he did in the previous school year.
(McGuffin still has some doubts that this old bee, whose heart is cut open and black, has cleverly used this matter to arrange for Harry after knowing about the basilisk.
After all, the young version of Voldemort, who is also very weak (Horcrux form), is no match for the old guy at all.
...The incidents in which the basilisk did not cause any harm were too coincidental, and when Harry handed him the Horcrux in the end, he was not even surprised. He left the notebook to study it carefully and then asked Harry to return it to Lucius to free Dobby... These coincidences, accidents...cannot but make McGuffin have a lot of doubts about it. )
This makes McGuffin have to come and see, if the secret room is really opened, what exactly does he need?
——To prepare a rooster (the crowing sound is fatal to snake melons), a few pairs of glasses (to prevent direct eye contact with basilisks, this can be mailed through owls), ... you need to order some mature mandrakes (this seems a bit difficult), and ... by the way, there are also a few small spiders for early warning.
But before that, McGuffin needs to get rid of his own hidden dangers.
——The items 'collected' by the two masters, the final conclusive evidence of the [Fauci Hitler Mustache] incident, those few metal magic lines.
—had to be taken away.
This is why McGuffin called Harry out at night when he was about to sleep.
He had to borrow Harry's owl.
Harry was shocked, and his legs were almost limp after listening to McGuffin's brief introduction of the glorious deeds of the two "heroes who robbed the rich and gave to the poor".
He turned his head stiffly and looked at the two Nixiu who were jumping up and down, grunting, and looking very angry.
Harry still couldn't believe such an absurd thing...
Until McGuffin went to the kitchen of [The Burrow] and took out today's [Daily Prophet] from the Weasleys.
——He saw the black and white magic portrait that almost occupied half of the page at a glance.
——Fauci is standing up with his own portrait for a group photo,
——They all have a very similar mustache!
Harry's legs gave way and he almost fell.
"You... you!" He didn't know what to say.
"It's okay, Harry, as long as you keep it a secret, no one will know." McGuffin reassured.
"Besides, Dumbledore also knew about this, and he helped me... That's why I brought those two "masters" back safely!" McGuffin didn't know that the words he made up to comfort Harry actually hit the truth of the matter.
"Really! Did Dumbledore know too?" Harry immediately recovered when he heard Dumbledore.
"That's right, it's just that he only helped me secretly! As long as this matter is done, after a while, when the hot news of this news passes, it will be fine even if it is exposed... You won't spread the word like Ron! Harry!" McGuffin said.
"No, nothing... By the way, what is the use of borrowing Hedwig from you?"
"I... I'm still a little worried, what if the 'things' brought by those two 'uncles' have tracking magic?" McGuffin said, staring fiercely at Garoncik who wanted to sneak into the Weasleys' kitchen again to vent his anger.
(Garon and Xike froze, circling in circles, crossing steps... looked very 'innocent')
"We can't cause trouble to Ron's house! So I want to borrow Hedwig to separate and mail (throw) all the things to other places...preferably where Muggles live, where the Ministry of Magic can't notice..."
"It's safer that way," he continued.
"Okay!" Harry responded.
McGuffin took a careful look at 【The Burrow】, the Weasleys didn't notice what he and Harry were doing.
From all the pockets on his body, he spread the 'trophies' of Garen and Sik in his hands.
——Good guy, there are a lot of dense ones!
Just by looking at it, you can see how hard the two snuffers worked.
The corners of Harry's mouth twitched, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
He waved to Hedwig, the owl flying in the night sky, and it let out a crisp shriek, fluttered its wings and landed in front of Harry.
Hedwig looked very proud, and she pointed her butt at the MacGuffin who was staring at her enthusiastically.
— Gan!This chubby round-faced turkey!
……
He stayed up with Harry that night, and Hedwig was tired.
Finally spilled those gadgets all over the UK.
(Uh! Almost, just find a random place name for Hedwig to send there, such as some Muggle football fields, garbage dumps, streets, zoos... Among them, the metal magic pattern of the portrait, he even asked Hedwig to throw these things into the sea.)
If this can still be found, McGuffin will admit it.
As for the photo of Fauci’s mustache, I don’t know if it’s because the heat has passed, or because someone told him the truth, or because he remembered what that mustache means in the Muggle world...
In short, [Daily Prophet] did not report on this matter in the follow-up.
Even the mighty Ministry of Magic's sweep of Knockturn Alley only lasted for about a week, and there was no follow-up on the [Daily Prophet].
Of course, there are also some wizards who understand what Fauci's beard means... secretly laughing.
(Most of these are Muggle-born wizards, but because they generally do not have any decisive voice in the wizarding world, they cannot grasp public opinion)
So although the enthusiasm for this matter has begun to subside, the original goal has been achieved by mistake - no one is talking about the news of [Minister with Crooked Mouth] about Connelly Fauci.
But afterward, the [Daily Prophet] finally published reports about Harry and Lockhart...and Mr. Weasley's fight with Malfoy.
Naturally, there was a lot of writing about Gerald Lockhart bragging about how he was valued and invited by Dumbledore... What kind of mental game did he go through to give up his beloved adventure career to teach at Hogwarts for the sake of the vast number of young wizard students.
Time passed quickly, and it was almost time to start school in a blink of an eye.
Compared to Harry's reluctance to live in The Burrow.
McGuffin is extremely eager to return to Hogwarts. A large part of this mood comes from the pressure of real life. On the one hand, he must return to school to make troubles! ……Forehead! ...It is to get some talent points to guard against the sudden deterioration of the [Blood Curse].
Although McGuffin did communicate with Mrs. Frey and Professor McGonagall when he was living in the Burrow...to confirm the status of the [Blood Curse] on him, and the professor's research on this curse. (still not much progress)
On the other hand, McGuffin must also confirm whether it will continue to progress as in the plot in the future?
McGuffin also re-confirmed this-at the end of August, the short wizard kept his promise to send the photo of Harry and Gilderoy together in a brown paper bag and mail it by owl.
He made a deal of these photos with Ginny, easily re-examined all the books in Diagon Alley, and asked Ginny to test it.
And as he knew at the beginning, it was just those books, and there was no trace of Voldemort's notebook (Horcrux).
——Did Malfoy really turn his back on his evil ways and not plan to bring that Horcrux to Hogwarts?
Although I feel that this is a bit impossible and the probability is extremely low, it must be confirmed before proper arrangements can be made.
- very simple.
According to the attitude that Dobby, the house elf in Malfoy's family, is crazy and obsessed with Harry, as long as Hogwarts is in danger, the Chamber of Secrets may be opened-he will definitely prevent Harry from going to Hogwarts, and the last thing that may happen is that it will seal the wall from King's Cross Station to the Hogwarts train just like in the plot.
At that time, McGuffin can almost confirm,
——Is the plot really starting to collapse! ?
On the last night of school, Mrs. Weasley concocted a sumptuous dinner by magic.
Honey pudding, turkey,... She even made a plate of fried dumplings with the help of McGuffin. Although it didn't look very good-looking, but the kind of bread or sausage that I'm used to eating in the UK, or there is a mysterious dish of "looking up at the stars"... In short, everyone ate very happily.
The night was perfect especially with Fred and George with the Flipper fireworks.
It was the next morning, the early morning of September [-]st.
They get up early.
Before the rooster crowed, McGuffin came to the garden, wondering if he could bring a chicken as a pet to prevent the basilisk... Who knows how this year will develop, the Horcrux and the secret room, all the things in the original plot are like a time bomb stuck in McGuffin's throat.
—he had to make some preparations.
But after thinking about it, forget it. If you do this, you will easily be dragged to St. Mungo's Magic Hospital to see if there is something wrong with your brain.
And if there were any signs of a basilisk, McGuffin could also remind Hagrid or other professors to prepare a rooster.
It also saves me from smelling like chicken shit.
After that, all kinds of messy things piled up and took too much time.
Especially when they carried things up and down the narrow stairs, everyone always bumped into each other and huddled together.
And Mr. Weasley nearly tripped over a rooster in the middle of the mess and broke his neck.
When the MacGuffin is all sorted out.
He began to examine the magically transformed car,
What interested McGuffin the most was not that Mr. Weasley had made this dilapidated Muggle car so that it could fly into the sky... to expand the space or something.
But when he leaned over the window and looked in, he would see Harry already in the car...Harry had grown himself, Ron, Fred, George, and Percy...five heads in all.
And the expression on the face...angry, angry, anxious and complaining...varies
simply……
——How to say the end of magic is weird.
Eventually McGuffin got in too, just in time to hear Mrs Weasley, who was sitting in front with Ginny, sighing.
"Muggles are really smarter than we think...it doesn't look so spacious from the outside, does it?"
This made McGuffin and Harry smile at each other.
Mr. Weasley wiped off his cold sweat, started the engine, and drove the car out of the yard.
I don't know if it's due to the Murphy effect or the inertia of fate.
Although reminded by McGuffin, they packed up everything at once, and didn't waste time returning to the Burrow many times.
But not long on the way, Mr. Weasley, who was driving super steadily, was stopped by a policeman halfway.
But just as McGuffin estimated, one of the unlucky guys just squatted on the back glass and took a look, then rolled their eyes and passed out.
One of the tall black Muggle policemen immediately became nervous. He first used the walkie-talkie to call for help, then pulled out his gun and shouted to the people in the car,
"Hands up, get out of the car... everyone, hurry up!"
"What should I do? Arthur! Otherwise, you go down and use the [Confusion Curse]..." Mrs. Weasley was a little anxious and annoyed. She looked at the time——if this continued, she would miss the train.
"It's okay, I often deal with this kind of thing, I will communicate well with this Muggle!" Mr. Weasley raised his hand confidently, without even taking out his wand, he just got out of the car like that.
But he never expected...
But as soon as he went out, the policeman shouted orders involuntarily, "Lie down on the spot and raise your hands...or I will shoot."
Mrs. Weasley's face was livid, she took a deep breath, and was about to get out of the car with her wand in hand.
And at this time, McGuffin stopped her, "Mrs. Weasley... There are other people here... Muggles are driving by, can you let me try first... If you don't need to use magic, don't use it... This will be endless!"
After getting Mrs. Weasley's dubious consent, McGuffin, who was sitting in front of the window, rolled down the window, showing his head half-stretched.
His acting skills were on the line, and he said very anxiously.
"Officer, here is a pregnant woman who is about to give birth, can you come over and help me, this car door is broken and can't be opened!"
"Shut up, I will only arrange..."
Seeing that it was a child, the policeman carefully moved his body out of the car window while watching Mr. Weasley.
Looking at each other——
Poor 'Mr. Police Officer' saw a five-headed monster at a glance, and 'grinned' at him again and again.
Ah - woo!
He rolled his eyes and passed out like his colleagues.
"Okay!" George, Fred felt very amused.
After Mr. Weasley stuffed the two policemen into the original patrol car, he returned to the car in embarrassment, pretending that nothing happened, and continued driving.
Perhaps to make fun of the embarrassment just now, Mr. Weasley wanted to activate the car's flying function, but Mrs. Weasley vetoed it.
"Nobody's going to see it. There's a little button here, it's the invisibility booster, and they'll send us into the sky... before there's any Muggles... we can go invisible and be at the train station in 10 minutes and no one will know!"
"I said no, Arthur, in this broad daylight, not to mention the current situation of the Ministry of Magic...you know..." Mrs. Weasley's voice was very unfriendly.
This made Mr. Weasley shut up immediately, and the atmosphere in the car was also very 'dangerous'.
In the end, it turned out that it was a quarter to eleven before arriving at King's Cross Station.
(End of this chapter)
