Chapter 19 'Sleeping Dragon' Don't Disturb
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Yun Yin Shen
Chapter 19 'Sleeping Dragon' Don't Disturb
"How dare you? My father won't let it go..."
what! ...
Screams pierced every compartment, and the new Hogwarts wizards kept opening the compartment doors to see what was going on.
McGuffin recalled the dream he had just had—about Voldemort, Snape, Dumbledore, the Iron Throne, and the scene where Emily dissected herself at the end... He was terrified, it was all his biggest secret and fear.
——It’s all these idiots’ fault!
McGuffin's uncontrollable anger rushed up and down his body with the blood, the blood vessels on his head were about to burst, the veins on his forehead popped out, and three ### characters were twisted out directly.
"My magic figures!"
"This group, damn it, brats..."
With his wand, he moved Malfoy up and down, back and forth, back and forth, constantly heaving, turning and rolling with zero contact between the ceiling of the hallway and the ground.
"Um, MacGuffin..." Ron was very gloating at first, but as Malfoy's screams continued, he gradually began to feel a little uneasy, and wanted to stop McGuffin and put Malfoy down to prevent him from causing disaster.
"What's the matter?" McGuffin asked hoarsely, his eyes bloodshot.
Ron looked at McGuffin's face and spoke.
The dark circles under the eyes, which looked funny at first, now look extremely weird against the red eyeballs.
Ron was inexplicably frightened, his Adam's apple slid up and down, swallowed half of his words, and he unconsciously stepped back to Harry's side.
"It's okay, it's okay. You continue." Ron was interrupted, sorry, you continue.
Raging with rage, McGuffin has now completely lost his mind.
He shouted hoarsely, "You, it's all you, I just want to sleep well...so...simple...so easy..."
"why……?"
"The Iron Throne, right!!... Voldemort, right... The pure-blood nobles, right... Volnima, FK—your lord!"
Malfoy was forced to float to the ceiling by the magic spell, his limbs were scratching, like a drowning animal, howling in despair, his whole body was swaying wildly.
The hallway was crowded with little wizards with their heads sticking out, and the air fell into an eerie silence.
"Don't-want-disturb-me-sleep, you know-no-know." McGuffin yelled word after word as Malfoy screamed.
Apart from the sound of McGuffin waving his wand, the only sound in the carriage was Malfoy's desperate and helpless howling.
silence...
"Let it go, let it go, what the hell is going on."
"I'm the prefect, get out of the way, and let me handle it."
When things got out of hand, Hermione pulled Neville to find Percy from the first few cars.
Percy Weasley puffed out his chest, emphatically showing the gleaming 'P' on his chest everywhere in the train corridor crowded with little wizards.
After he squeezed out of the crowd, he was a little dumbfounded.
"What's the matter?"
"MacGuffin, let him go!!"
He was amazed and taken aback, first by the scene of McGuffin pointing his wand at Malfoy, then by Harry and Ron standing together.
"Ron, what's going on here." Percy, having collected himself, took out his wand and put down the three of Malfoy one by one, and came to Ron's side.
McGuffin snorted coldly, walked into the back compartment gloomily, and slammed the door shut.
"Restored as before!"
——McGuffin hastily broke into two figures and glued them together to restore the original appearance. It is still so ugly, almost like a stalker among Cthulhu.
McGuffin is carefully putting the hand-made package he repaired into his suitcase, mixed with his clothes and luggage - it must not be broken again.
After repairing the figurine, McGuffin felt much better.
Although I still resented that the three idiots were treated like this because of my figure.
——This is not an ordinary figure, it represents the dream of McGuffin—a magic figure!Lots of magical figures!Lots of talking and moving... magical figures like wizard pieces!
McGuffin believes that this dream will come true! !
……
coax!
After McGuffin left, it was as if a switch had been pressed in the compartment, and there was a sudden noise. The little wizards were chattering and talking, and the entire ceiling was about to be overturned.
Ron's face was full of excitement, and he quickly described how Malfoy was provocative, and how he insulted the Weasley family, and then how he rushed to fight heroically, and how McGuffin was awakened from his sleep and began to hang Draco Malfoy.
Of course, his own heroic figure and Malfoy's mistakes accounted for the vast majority of the pages.
"I want to keep this scene firmly in my mind, Harry... Ha! This is the gift I dreamed of for the beginning of school." Ron patted Harry on the shoulder excitedly, repeating over and over again.
"What kind of spell is he using? Why didn't I find out from the book." Hermione followed Percy and listened to Ron's long storytelling. She kept thinking about what the spell was and why she didn't remember it.
After checking the situation of Malfoy and the others, Percy breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Fortunately, nothing happened, or else..."
"Awesome!"
"Awesome!"
"Job, I thought McGuffin was a Ravenclaw nerd, but..."
"He must be a natural Gryffindor, Percy, that's what we need in Gryffindor House! It's time to teach the stupid Slytherins a lesson."
Fred and George squeezed out from the crowd with bright eyes, laughing and laughing.Behind them is Lee Jordan, holding a large cardboard box (the cardboard box is covered with holes the size of ordinary human eyes, and from time to time you can see long black legs that are fluffy like insect arthropods).
Percy pointed to Malfoy who was limp, half crying, half retching on the ground, and said, "What nonsense are you talking about? George, Fred, take care of these little wizards before getting off the train, and I'll write a letter."
"Percy, why are we taking care of this guy. What can't you do yourself? It doesn't matter to us..." said George feebly.
"Exactly! From the way he looks, he's definitely a Slytherin brat," said Fred.
"I don't want to..."
"Because I'm a prefect, and I want to report this matter to the Hogwarts professor." Percy interrupted their complaints angrily.
"Why...do you want to let the professor know?" Ron asked Percy suspiciously. He became worried when he heard Percy's words, and Harry was also worried after hearing what Percy said.
He did such a big thing before entering school.
Only then did they realize the seriousness of the matter.
—Will you be expelled from school?No way.
This thought flashed through the minds of the two of them.
Harry's whole body went numb, and he couldn't imagine himself returning stiffly to the Dursleys' house with his luggage and telling them the news that made them extremely happy.
"Now that I know I'm afraid, what did I do?" Percy said ruthlessly.
"Loud!" He cast a spell with a flick of his wand.
"Go back, go back, the train is coming, first-year students put on your new Hogwarts robes first. I am the prefect of Gryffindor—Percy Weasley."
Percy's voice resounded throughout the workshop. He drove all the little wizards and other grade students into his cubicle. He found an owl and told Professor McGonagall what Ron had said in a letter.
(End of this chapter)
"How dare you? My father won't let it go..."
what! ...
Screams pierced every compartment, and the new Hogwarts wizards kept opening the compartment doors to see what was going on.
McGuffin recalled the dream he had just had—about Voldemort, Snape, Dumbledore, the Iron Throne, and the scene where Emily dissected herself at the end... He was terrified, it was all his biggest secret and fear.
——It’s all these idiots’ fault!
McGuffin's uncontrollable anger rushed up and down his body with the blood, the blood vessels on his head were about to burst, the veins on his forehead popped out, and three ### characters were twisted out directly.
"My magic figures!"
"This group, damn it, brats..."
With his wand, he moved Malfoy up and down, back and forth, back and forth, constantly heaving, turning and rolling with zero contact between the ceiling of the hallway and the ground.
"Um, MacGuffin..." Ron was very gloating at first, but as Malfoy's screams continued, he gradually began to feel a little uneasy, and wanted to stop McGuffin and put Malfoy down to prevent him from causing disaster.
"What's the matter?" McGuffin asked hoarsely, his eyes bloodshot.
Ron looked at McGuffin's face and spoke.
The dark circles under the eyes, which looked funny at first, now look extremely weird against the red eyeballs.
Ron was inexplicably frightened, his Adam's apple slid up and down, swallowed half of his words, and he unconsciously stepped back to Harry's side.
"It's okay, it's okay. You continue." Ron was interrupted, sorry, you continue.
Raging with rage, McGuffin has now completely lost his mind.
He shouted hoarsely, "You, it's all you, I just want to sleep well...so...simple...so easy..."
"why……?"
"The Iron Throne, right!!... Voldemort, right... The pure-blood nobles, right... Volnima, FK—your lord!"
Malfoy was forced to float to the ceiling by the magic spell, his limbs were scratching, like a drowning animal, howling in despair, his whole body was swaying wildly.
The hallway was crowded with little wizards with their heads sticking out, and the air fell into an eerie silence.
"Don't-want-disturb-me-sleep, you know-no-know." McGuffin yelled word after word as Malfoy screamed.
Apart from the sound of McGuffin waving his wand, the only sound in the carriage was Malfoy's desperate and helpless howling.
silence...
"Let it go, let it go, what the hell is going on."
"I'm the prefect, get out of the way, and let me handle it."
When things got out of hand, Hermione pulled Neville to find Percy from the first few cars.
Percy Weasley puffed out his chest, emphatically showing the gleaming 'P' on his chest everywhere in the train corridor crowded with little wizards.
After he squeezed out of the crowd, he was a little dumbfounded.
"What's the matter?"
"MacGuffin, let him go!!"
He was amazed and taken aback, first by the scene of McGuffin pointing his wand at Malfoy, then by Harry and Ron standing together.
"Ron, what's going on here." Percy, having collected himself, took out his wand and put down the three of Malfoy one by one, and came to Ron's side.
McGuffin snorted coldly, walked into the back compartment gloomily, and slammed the door shut.
"Restored as before!"
——McGuffin hastily broke into two figures and glued them together to restore the original appearance. It is still so ugly, almost like a stalker among Cthulhu.
McGuffin is carefully putting the hand-made package he repaired into his suitcase, mixed with his clothes and luggage - it must not be broken again.
After repairing the figurine, McGuffin felt much better.
Although I still resented that the three idiots were treated like this because of my figure.
——This is not an ordinary figure, it represents the dream of McGuffin—a magic figure!Lots of magical figures!Lots of talking and moving... magical figures like wizard pieces!
McGuffin believes that this dream will come true! !
……
coax!
After McGuffin left, it was as if a switch had been pressed in the compartment, and there was a sudden noise. The little wizards were chattering and talking, and the entire ceiling was about to be overturned.
Ron's face was full of excitement, and he quickly described how Malfoy was provocative, and how he insulted the Weasley family, and then how he rushed to fight heroically, and how McGuffin was awakened from his sleep and began to hang Draco Malfoy.
Of course, his own heroic figure and Malfoy's mistakes accounted for the vast majority of the pages.
"I want to keep this scene firmly in my mind, Harry... Ha! This is the gift I dreamed of for the beginning of school." Ron patted Harry on the shoulder excitedly, repeating over and over again.
"What kind of spell is he using? Why didn't I find out from the book." Hermione followed Percy and listened to Ron's long storytelling. She kept thinking about what the spell was and why she didn't remember it.
After checking the situation of Malfoy and the others, Percy breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Fortunately, nothing happened, or else..."
"Awesome!"
"Awesome!"
"Job, I thought McGuffin was a Ravenclaw nerd, but..."
"He must be a natural Gryffindor, Percy, that's what we need in Gryffindor House! It's time to teach the stupid Slytherins a lesson."
Fred and George squeezed out from the crowd with bright eyes, laughing and laughing.Behind them is Lee Jordan, holding a large cardboard box (the cardboard box is covered with holes the size of ordinary human eyes, and from time to time you can see long black legs that are fluffy like insect arthropods).
Percy pointed to Malfoy who was limp, half crying, half retching on the ground, and said, "What nonsense are you talking about? George, Fred, take care of these little wizards before getting off the train, and I'll write a letter."
"Percy, why are we taking care of this guy. What can't you do yourself? It doesn't matter to us..." said George feebly.
"Exactly! From the way he looks, he's definitely a Slytherin brat," said Fred.
"I don't want to..."
"Because I'm a prefect, and I want to report this matter to the Hogwarts professor." Percy interrupted their complaints angrily.
"Why...do you want to let the professor know?" Ron asked Percy suspiciously. He became worried when he heard Percy's words, and Harry was also worried after hearing what Percy said.
He did such a big thing before entering school.
Only then did they realize the seriousness of the matter.
—Will you be expelled from school?No way.
This thought flashed through the minds of the two of them.
Harry's whole body went numb, and he couldn't imagine himself returning stiffly to the Dursleys' house with his luggage and telling them the news that made them extremely happy.
"Now that I know I'm afraid, what did I do?" Percy said ruthlessly.
"Loud!" He cast a spell with a flick of his wand.
"Go back, go back, the train is coming, first-year students put on your new Hogwarts robes first. I am the prefect of Gryffindor—Percy Weasley."
Percy's voice resounded throughout the workshop. He drove all the little wizards and other grade students into his cubicle. He found an owl and told Professor McGonagall what Ron had said in a letter.
(End of this chapter)
