Chapter 199 'The Gods Retreat'
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Yun Yin Shen
Chapter 199 'The Gods Retreat'
When McGuffin was blinded by the smell on his body and was about to faint.
Professor Sprout called him over.
She asked the MacGuffin to hold the flask, so that the little wizards who had passed out could smell it and wake them up.
McGuffin's expression was almost the same color as the solution in the bottle.
——Green to oily!
He didn't want to take a step for a long time.
McGuffin has already discovered that the very 'beautiful' smell on his body comes from the juice of Rafflesia.
MD!
I just remembered that I heard in my previous life that the top perfume seems to be extracted from (shi).
So this is the saying that the more smelly, the more fragrant!
McGuffin remembered that Professor Sprout had just said that the perfume of the wizarding world was extracted from it!And what kind of love potion... it seems to be taken orally.
vomit--
Seeing McGuffin's expression of wanting to vomit, Professor Sprout came over and put another [Bubble Curse] on his head and said.
"It's okay, the smell on your body will disappear tonight."
"MacGuffin, after you wake up these little wizards, the remaining rafflesia juice in that bottle will be left to you!"
—Who wants such a thing!
Perhaps hearing McGuffin screaming in his heart, Professor Sprout went on to say,
"Don't underestimate, this bottle of juice can be sold for fifteen to twenty galleons in the market..."
This……
It's really gold (shi)!
Ron should have needed this more.
McGuffin beckoned to Ron, but he shook his head in fear and backed away, and even hid directly behind Harry.
This guy!
Forget it, it's his loss!
Anyway, if there are too many lice, it doesn't itch. One lice is also a lice, but two are still the same...
Already so.
So McGuffin recognized the matter while pinching his nose, and he came to those little wizards.
It's just that he didn't notice
——After he turned around, Professor Sprout immediately dodged lightly and quickly, even driving the other little wizards a little further away.
Not even a trace.
McGuffin came to those little wizards. In front of Seamus, whose face was covered in dragon dung, he squatted down, holding the flask and opening the bottle, ready to shake it between their noses.
but--
Things are far from that simple.
The moment McGuffin opened the bottle.
A yellow-green cloud of gas gushes out from the mouth of the bottle.
[Bubble Head Curse] did not play its due role at all. The moment the smell touched the Macguffin, it broke with a bang.
— broken!
(⊙o⊙)! ! !
Gan!
The explosive taste instantly impacted every olfactory cell in his nose.
The smell of rot... stinky socks, rotten eggs, stinky tofu, rotten meat... a mixture of all the stench that can be described.
——This smell is like a red-hot iron hook hooking up his olfactory nerve, and then pulling out his brain from his nostrils.
Smoked so tears blurred the eyes, in a trance,
McGuffin seemed to see a fluorescent skull floating out of the green liquid in the bottle, shouting two letters:
— SB, SB, SB!
This was the last fantasy he saw before his eyes went dark and he passed out.
But... that's just the beginning.
For the next period of time, McGuffin and the little wizards who had fainted there were constantly awakened by the smell, fainted again, woke up, fainted again...
Back and forth, back and forth.
Between the fainting darkness and the living hell, constantly shuttling.
McGuffin wished someone would put a brick on his head to end this never-ending pain.
I don't know how long...
When McGuffin woke up again, there was... a terrible feeling.
——Sweet, really fragrant!
His sense of smell was completely altered.
The taste of asking... It's frightening to think about it carefully, no matter how deep it is.
At this time, the other little wizards also woke up.
Among them, Seamus next to the McGuffin sniffed the air vigorously and said curiously.
"McGuffin, what is that in your hand?"
"Why is it so delicious!"
I am Nima!
McGuffin had nothing to say.
He hurriedly closed the lid of the Rafflesia juice flask that he was holding in his hand tightly.
—Don't say it, it's quite fragrant!
McGuffin trembled all over, his hands and feet were icy cold, and waves of coldness rushed from the bottom of his spine to his brain along his back.
He hurriedly used his reason to suppress his unreasonable feeling.
However, when it was just taken out, it was not so powerful.
Is there any seasoning added here?
Before I could think about it, at this time, all the other little wizards woke up one after another.
Sniff the air one by one.
"What's this smell? It smells good!"
The MacGuffin didn't know what to do, or explain to the little wizards what had just happened.
When he looked back to find Professor Sprout and other students, he found that the others had turned into small black spots the size of fingers in the distance.
"I……"
——Fuck you, uncle!
……
— Ang Hippie!
Who said that Hufflepuff College is full of hard-working and honest people.
—— Honest people cut it all black.
All of them seem to be honest, but they are actually full of bad water.
Perhaps the toughest school in the school is actually Gryffindor School!
McGuffin was very indignant at Professor Sprout's unethical behavior.
Although she later used the Rafflesia juice in the flask as a reward for McGuffin to 'rescue' other students this time.
Can,
——Who wants such a thing!
If you are not careful, you will fall to the ground.
——Ascension to heaven in situ, spiraling upwards.
--shake!
Don't think about it, don't think about it.
Or focus on the present.
After McGuffin and the others took a shower, they were allowed to go to the second class, where they could share a classroom with other students.
(When they wanted to enter Hogwarts Castle earlier, Filch even blocked the door and pinched his nose for a while to prevent them from entering, wanting them little wizards to wait outside until the strong smell on their bodies dissipated,
...In the end, Hermione invited Professor McGonagall, but... Even Professor McGonagall cast a three-layer spell on herself, and she stayed away, so she came over and drove them to the bath with a blank expression.
Afterwards, they continued to use spells to clean up the McGuffins, leaving behind the smell of 'gods retreating')
When these little wizards went to the second class, most of the class hours had passed.
Professor McGonagall's transfiguration class is always difficult, and many students are in a difficult situation, and it can even be said that they are struggling.
For McGuffin, this class was also extremely uncomfortable.
Not because of the difficulty of the course itself.
But -
This is the current seating chart for the Transfiguration classroom:
1 (front), other second-year wizards
2 (middle), the little wizard fainted by the mandrake
3 (last), MacGuffin Albert in the last row, displayed alone
The gap between the three seats is very large.
In particular, McGuffin was carried away to the last position leaning against the wall.
In front of him, a small bottle was placed alone on a long table, containing a black beetle.
——Six-footed, shaking constantly!
What do you mean hemp!
That's right, you beetle!
Even this little bug is discriminating!
X! (There are a lot of swear words, now the sound is muted)
This kind of treatment reminded McGuffin of his junior high school days in his previous life.
Forehead!forget about it.
Back in Transfiguration class, Professor McGonagall asked the little wizards to turn a beetle into a button.
As there is only half a class left, time is tight.
Professor McGonagall poured out all the key points of casting this transformation spell.
The other little wizards probably were in a state of bewilderment throughout the whole process, their minds were like a dry river, without any knowledge left.
When they were casting spells, all they could do was stick the little beetles all over the table and scurry around, and then catch them again and again, and put them away again.
After that, just wave your wand to scare the little thing out.
No other changes.
As for Ron, his broken wand was even more of a joke.
Every time it is swung, it keeps spewing out mist of different colors, thick smoke,... so that in the end, the three colors of red, blue and white are all together, and there are various roars, explosions... It's almost like an air show.
Finally, while he was flailing around, it ended the poor beetle's misery.
An elbow—crushed into a worm cake.
When he wanted to ask Professor McGonagall for one again, the professor was obviously very upset.
Directly transferred him to McGuffin.
Now no one will hate anyone.
The two troubled brothers got together.
When the lunch bell rang, Hermione was the only one in the classroom who turned the beetle into a shiny black button.
When Professor McGonagall announced the end of get out of class, everyone breathed a sigh of relief and walked out of the classroom one after another.
Soon only McGuffins will be left, Ron and the others...
However, Harry and Hermione still stood two meters away from the McGuffin, unwilling to approach.
As for you, Ron, he was frantically tapping the little beetle left and right with his wand.
The little thing was so frightened that it turned over and started to play dead again.
"Useless things……"
—the wand made a screech, like a kettle being boiled.
"Please, the starting point works!"
——The sound of an old diesel engine starting three times.
Harry suggested, "Write home and ask for another..."
Ron stuffed his wand into his schoolbag with a sullen face, and said.
"Farewell, I haven't told my family about the broken wand...I don't want to be taught by my mother again..."
"I'm so stupid to be able to break my wand..."
Ron imitated Mrs. Weasley's voice as he said, "Look at your brother Percy, this kind of thing never happened to him...even George and Fred...they..."
It was so vivid that it made Harry muffle a laugh.
"promise!"
At this time, McGuffin handed the flask in his hand to Ron.
"McGuffin, you are..."
"The rafflesia sap mixture, which is the culprit of what just happened to cause everything to taste..."
"what!"
Ron shook his hand and almost threw the thing directly to the ground.
——Let everyone soar up in place!
Harry and Hermione shuddered and turned pale with fright.
"Ron, don't you want to buy a wand? Use this thing to exchange for one!"
"According to Professor Sprout, the value of this thing in the market can reach ten to twenty gold Galleons..."
McGuffin continued.
When Ron heard it, he quickly held it tightly with both hands.
"Is this thing worth so much money?..."
"Why do people still buy this kind of thing?"
"Looking for (shi)?"
But he still held on tightly, staring at the viscous green liquid in the bottle.
"You have to be careful and keep it, don't break it, otherwise..." McGuffin ordered without finishing.
However, several people shuddered together.
——The consequences are unimaginable.
After a few people went out to the transfiguration class classroom, McGuffin separated from Harry and Hermione.
"Where are you going, MacGuffin?" Hermione asked strangely.
"Isn't it time to go to lunch?"
McGuffin looked at the few people who were still some distance away from him, and said angrily.
"I'm going to wash..."
……
When McGuffin was having lunch, there were only a few familiar faces scattered in the hall.
After an awkward but friendly smile, McGuffin, Seamus and several other Hufflepuff students sat down across the long table to eat.
No need to think about it, they also didn't know that they came to the restaurant to eat after the Nth wash.
After a hasty lunch, McGuffin found Hermione, Ron and the others in the cloudy yard.
Hermione was reading "Sailing with Vampires" admiringly.
Harry, Ron, and the others were confronting Malfoy and his two fellow meat shields with a very small gray-haired boy.
The Malfoy guy's sarcastic voice was yelling from the middle of the yard, "Signed pictures? You're sending autographed pictures, Potter?"
"Everyone line up!"
"The famous Harry Potter is sending out autographed photos!"
"I didn't... shut up, Malfoy!" said Harry, clenching his fists angrily.
"You're jealous!" the little boy screamed.
Ron, who had already been torn apart with Malfoy, said directly, "Go eat slugs! Malfoy!"
The atmosphere became intense in an instant. Crabbe and Goyle took a step forward, clacking their knuckles.
Malfoy sneered, "I don't know if I eat slugs or not, but I seem to have heard that Gryffindor and Hufflepuff fell into the toilet to eat (shi) together in the morning, especially your idiot friend MacGuffin Albert..."
"I'm still washing off the smell on my body, and I have no face to see people..."
"And let me see... Ron, what is that thing in your hand! XX extract? Gryffindor students are really inferior from generation to generation, and their hobbies are really strange... What do you think?!"
Goyle and Crabbe smirked, and the other Slytherins laughed loudly, too.
Unexpectedly, when Harry and Ron heard this sentence, some kind of smile appeared on their faces.Even Ron, who originally wanted to pull out his wand, withdrew it instead.
"is it?"
"What hobby?"
"Can you tell us in detail who has this hobby!"
A familiar voice sounded from behind Malfoy.
"Of course it's MacGuffin Albert... the hobby of eating (shi)! That lunatic is probably still taking a bath now! He deserves it..." Malfoy laughed without thinking.
"yes……"
Someone patted Malfoy on the shoulder vigorously, and brought his face closer, looking very intimate.
Malfoy also reacted at this time, he turned his head slowly and stiffly.
—It's the MacGuffin!
(End of this chapter)
When McGuffin was blinded by the smell on his body and was about to faint.
Professor Sprout called him over.
She asked the MacGuffin to hold the flask, so that the little wizards who had passed out could smell it and wake them up.
McGuffin's expression was almost the same color as the solution in the bottle.
——Green to oily!
He didn't want to take a step for a long time.
McGuffin has already discovered that the very 'beautiful' smell on his body comes from the juice of Rafflesia.
MD!
I just remembered that I heard in my previous life that the top perfume seems to be extracted from (shi).
So this is the saying that the more smelly, the more fragrant!
McGuffin remembered that Professor Sprout had just said that the perfume of the wizarding world was extracted from it!And what kind of love potion... it seems to be taken orally.
vomit--
Seeing McGuffin's expression of wanting to vomit, Professor Sprout came over and put another [Bubble Curse] on his head and said.
"It's okay, the smell on your body will disappear tonight."
"MacGuffin, after you wake up these little wizards, the remaining rafflesia juice in that bottle will be left to you!"
—Who wants such a thing!
Perhaps hearing McGuffin screaming in his heart, Professor Sprout went on to say,
"Don't underestimate, this bottle of juice can be sold for fifteen to twenty galleons in the market..."
This……
It's really gold (shi)!
Ron should have needed this more.
McGuffin beckoned to Ron, but he shook his head in fear and backed away, and even hid directly behind Harry.
This guy!
Forget it, it's his loss!
Anyway, if there are too many lice, it doesn't itch. One lice is also a lice, but two are still the same...
Already so.
So McGuffin recognized the matter while pinching his nose, and he came to those little wizards.
It's just that he didn't notice
——After he turned around, Professor Sprout immediately dodged lightly and quickly, even driving the other little wizards a little further away.
Not even a trace.
McGuffin came to those little wizards. In front of Seamus, whose face was covered in dragon dung, he squatted down, holding the flask and opening the bottle, ready to shake it between their noses.
but--
Things are far from that simple.
The moment McGuffin opened the bottle.
A yellow-green cloud of gas gushes out from the mouth of the bottle.
[Bubble Head Curse] did not play its due role at all. The moment the smell touched the Macguffin, it broke with a bang.
— broken!
(⊙o⊙)! ! !
Gan!
The explosive taste instantly impacted every olfactory cell in his nose.
The smell of rot... stinky socks, rotten eggs, stinky tofu, rotten meat... a mixture of all the stench that can be described.
——This smell is like a red-hot iron hook hooking up his olfactory nerve, and then pulling out his brain from his nostrils.
Smoked so tears blurred the eyes, in a trance,
McGuffin seemed to see a fluorescent skull floating out of the green liquid in the bottle, shouting two letters:
— SB, SB, SB!
This was the last fantasy he saw before his eyes went dark and he passed out.
But... that's just the beginning.
For the next period of time, McGuffin and the little wizards who had fainted there were constantly awakened by the smell, fainted again, woke up, fainted again...
Back and forth, back and forth.
Between the fainting darkness and the living hell, constantly shuttling.
McGuffin wished someone would put a brick on his head to end this never-ending pain.
I don't know how long...
When McGuffin woke up again, there was... a terrible feeling.
——Sweet, really fragrant!
His sense of smell was completely altered.
The taste of asking... It's frightening to think about it carefully, no matter how deep it is.
At this time, the other little wizards also woke up.
Among them, Seamus next to the McGuffin sniffed the air vigorously and said curiously.
"McGuffin, what is that in your hand?"
"Why is it so delicious!"
I am Nima!
McGuffin had nothing to say.
He hurriedly closed the lid of the Rafflesia juice flask that he was holding in his hand tightly.
—Don't say it, it's quite fragrant!
McGuffin trembled all over, his hands and feet were icy cold, and waves of coldness rushed from the bottom of his spine to his brain along his back.
He hurriedly used his reason to suppress his unreasonable feeling.
However, when it was just taken out, it was not so powerful.
Is there any seasoning added here?
Before I could think about it, at this time, all the other little wizards woke up one after another.
Sniff the air one by one.
"What's this smell? It smells good!"
The MacGuffin didn't know what to do, or explain to the little wizards what had just happened.
When he looked back to find Professor Sprout and other students, he found that the others had turned into small black spots the size of fingers in the distance.
"I……"
——Fuck you, uncle!
……
— Ang Hippie!
Who said that Hufflepuff College is full of hard-working and honest people.
—— Honest people cut it all black.
All of them seem to be honest, but they are actually full of bad water.
Perhaps the toughest school in the school is actually Gryffindor School!
McGuffin was very indignant at Professor Sprout's unethical behavior.
Although she later used the Rafflesia juice in the flask as a reward for McGuffin to 'rescue' other students this time.
Can,
——Who wants such a thing!
If you are not careful, you will fall to the ground.
——Ascension to heaven in situ, spiraling upwards.
--shake!
Don't think about it, don't think about it.
Or focus on the present.
After McGuffin and the others took a shower, they were allowed to go to the second class, where they could share a classroom with other students.
(When they wanted to enter Hogwarts Castle earlier, Filch even blocked the door and pinched his nose for a while to prevent them from entering, wanting them little wizards to wait outside until the strong smell on their bodies dissipated,
...In the end, Hermione invited Professor McGonagall, but... Even Professor McGonagall cast a three-layer spell on herself, and she stayed away, so she came over and drove them to the bath with a blank expression.
Afterwards, they continued to use spells to clean up the McGuffins, leaving behind the smell of 'gods retreating')
When these little wizards went to the second class, most of the class hours had passed.
Professor McGonagall's transfiguration class is always difficult, and many students are in a difficult situation, and it can even be said that they are struggling.
For McGuffin, this class was also extremely uncomfortable.
Not because of the difficulty of the course itself.
But -
This is the current seating chart for the Transfiguration classroom:
1 (front), other second-year wizards
2 (middle), the little wizard fainted by the mandrake
3 (last), MacGuffin Albert in the last row, displayed alone
The gap between the three seats is very large.
In particular, McGuffin was carried away to the last position leaning against the wall.
In front of him, a small bottle was placed alone on a long table, containing a black beetle.
——Six-footed, shaking constantly!
What do you mean hemp!
That's right, you beetle!
Even this little bug is discriminating!
X! (There are a lot of swear words, now the sound is muted)
This kind of treatment reminded McGuffin of his junior high school days in his previous life.
Forehead!forget about it.
Back in Transfiguration class, Professor McGonagall asked the little wizards to turn a beetle into a button.
As there is only half a class left, time is tight.
Professor McGonagall poured out all the key points of casting this transformation spell.
The other little wizards probably were in a state of bewilderment throughout the whole process, their minds were like a dry river, without any knowledge left.
When they were casting spells, all they could do was stick the little beetles all over the table and scurry around, and then catch them again and again, and put them away again.
After that, just wave your wand to scare the little thing out.
No other changes.
As for Ron, his broken wand was even more of a joke.
Every time it is swung, it keeps spewing out mist of different colors, thick smoke,... so that in the end, the three colors of red, blue and white are all together, and there are various roars, explosions... It's almost like an air show.
Finally, while he was flailing around, it ended the poor beetle's misery.
An elbow—crushed into a worm cake.
When he wanted to ask Professor McGonagall for one again, the professor was obviously very upset.
Directly transferred him to McGuffin.
Now no one will hate anyone.
The two troubled brothers got together.
When the lunch bell rang, Hermione was the only one in the classroom who turned the beetle into a shiny black button.
When Professor McGonagall announced the end of get out of class, everyone breathed a sigh of relief and walked out of the classroom one after another.
Soon only McGuffins will be left, Ron and the others...
However, Harry and Hermione still stood two meters away from the McGuffin, unwilling to approach.
As for you, Ron, he was frantically tapping the little beetle left and right with his wand.
The little thing was so frightened that it turned over and started to play dead again.
"Useless things……"
—the wand made a screech, like a kettle being boiled.
"Please, the starting point works!"
——The sound of an old diesel engine starting three times.
Harry suggested, "Write home and ask for another..."
Ron stuffed his wand into his schoolbag with a sullen face, and said.
"Farewell, I haven't told my family about the broken wand...I don't want to be taught by my mother again..."
"I'm so stupid to be able to break my wand..."
Ron imitated Mrs. Weasley's voice as he said, "Look at your brother Percy, this kind of thing never happened to him...even George and Fred...they..."
It was so vivid that it made Harry muffle a laugh.
"promise!"
At this time, McGuffin handed the flask in his hand to Ron.
"McGuffin, you are..."
"The rafflesia sap mixture, which is the culprit of what just happened to cause everything to taste..."
"what!"
Ron shook his hand and almost threw the thing directly to the ground.
——Let everyone soar up in place!
Harry and Hermione shuddered and turned pale with fright.
"Ron, don't you want to buy a wand? Use this thing to exchange for one!"
"According to Professor Sprout, the value of this thing in the market can reach ten to twenty gold Galleons..."
McGuffin continued.
When Ron heard it, he quickly held it tightly with both hands.
"Is this thing worth so much money?..."
"Why do people still buy this kind of thing?"
"Looking for (shi)?"
But he still held on tightly, staring at the viscous green liquid in the bottle.
"You have to be careful and keep it, don't break it, otherwise..." McGuffin ordered without finishing.
However, several people shuddered together.
——The consequences are unimaginable.
After a few people went out to the transfiguration class classroom, McGuffin separated from Harry and Hermione.
"Where are you going, MacGuffin?" Hermione asked strangely.
"Isn't it time to go to lunch?"
McGuffin looked at the few people who were still some distance away from him, and said angrily.
"I'm going to wash..."
……
When McGuffin was having lunch, there were only a few familiar faces scattered in the hall.
After an awkward but friendly smile, McGuffin, Seamus and several other Hufflepuff students sat down across the long table to eat.
No need to think about it, they also didn't know that they came to the restaurant to eat after the Nth wash.
After a hasty lunch, McGuffin found Hermione, Ron and the others in the cloudy yard.
Hermione was reading "Sailing with Vampires" admiringly.
Harry, Ron, and the others were confronting Malfoy and his two fellow meat shields with a very small gray-haired boy.
The Malfoy guy's sarcastic voice was yelling from the middle of the yard, "Signed pictures? You're sending autographed pictures, Potter?"
"Everyone line up!"
"The famous Harry Potter is sending out autographed photos!"
"I didn't... shut up, Malfoy!" said Harry, clenching his fists angrily.
"You're jealous!" the little boy screamed.
Ron, who had already been torn apart with Malfoy, said directly, "Go eat slugs! Malfoy!"
The atmosphere became intense in an instant. Crabbe and Goyle took a step forward, clacking their knuckles.
Malfoy sneered, "I don't know if I eat slugs or not, but I seem to have heard that Gryffindor and Hufflepuff fell into the toilet to eat (shi) together in the morning, especially your idiot friend MacGuffin Albert..."
"I'm still washing off the smell on my body, and I have no face to see people..."
"And let me see... Ron, what is that thing in your hand! XX extract? Gryffindor students are really inferior from generation to generation, and their hobbies are really strange... What do you think?!"
Goyle and Crabbe smirked, and the other Slytherins laughed loudly, too.
Unexpectedly, when Harry and Ron heard this sentence, some kind of smile appeared on their faces.Even Ron, who originally wanted to pull out his wand, withdrew it instead.
"is it?"
"What hobby?"
"Can you tell us in detail who has this hobby!"
A familiar voice sounded from behind Malfoy.
"Of course it's MacGuffin Albert... the hobby of eating (shi)! That lunatic is probably still taking a bath now! He deserves it..." Malfoy laughed without thinking.
"yes……"
Someone patted Malfoy on the shoulder vigorously, and brought his face closer, looking very intimate.
Malfoy also reacted at this time, he turned his head slowly and stiffly.
—It's the MacGuffin!
(End of this chapter)
