Chapter 204
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Yun Yin Shen
Chapter 204
Professor Dumbledore waved his wand to conjure up an incense burner. Its lid was hollowed out in silver, and the body of the box was made of translucent blue ceramic.
He took a small piece of agarwood... lit it, and put it inside.
White smoke began to swirl around them.
A rich fragrance slowly emanates from the incense burner.
When Harry and the others stepped into the Hogwarts Castle filled with green mist, the green mist around them seemed to dissolve and fade away quickly.
The rancid smell also disappeared, and only a faint smoky scent of grass and trees could be smelled.
(It's just that after they walked by, the mist slowly flowed and eroded.)
Harry and the others finally came to the women's bathroom on the second floor that had been under maintenance.
Open the door, the room is already full of green mist, and you can't see your fingers.
Harry's heart sank.
—McGuffin will be all right!
After a few people entered, the fog began to disappear, and the outline of the entire room appeared in front of the eyes of the three.
Harry sees...
The body of the MacGuffin (snake) stood upright and stretched on the pool, the snake's head was crooked, the letter was spit out from the mouth and hung down, and the eyes were closed... It was like a dead bug.
It seems that McGuffin tried his best to pull his body up to keep his sense of smell away from the fog, but in the end...
'Hanging' on the sink.
The corners of Snape's mouth were trying desperately not to curl up.
--Should!
It seemed that all the anger accumulated in life was released to 'Shu Chang' in an instant.
"Professor Dumbledore... Well, when I leave, McGuffin can still talk to me!"
Harry stammered. (Snape stares at Harry strangely after hearing this)
Several people then approached the McGuffin (snake) which was motionless.
The tip of Dumbledore's long hooked nose almost touched the scales of the McGuffin, and he poked the body of the snake (McGuffin) with his slender fingers.
Harry followed quickly, almost touching the snake with his face.
He also tried to poke the black scales with his fingers, they were soft and felt warm, fortunately...it wasn't as stiff and cold as he imagined.
"It's nothing! It's just that he was fainted like everyone else!" The professor's words made Harry even more relieved.
Dumbledore tapped the MacGuffin (snake) with his wand and whispered a spell 'Rejuvenate! ’, but the McGuffin (snake) still hangs there stiffly, like a poorly made taxidermy.
Finally, the professor lifted the small box in his left hand and placed it in the mouth of McGuffin, on the edge of his tongue (letter). He waved his wand with his right hand, directing the white smoke to gradually flow into the gap between McGuffin's mouth and nose like a stream of water.
After a few seconds...
'oh!I am...? ? '
(hiss...)
MacGuffin (snake) spit out the letter and slowly woke up.
but--
Paji! --boom!
His body hung there for a long time, but he couldn't maintain his balance immediately, and hit the ground with a slap.
"How the hell am I... so!"
(⊙o⊙)·····
"Why does my body hurt a little, who hit me with a stick!"
"I'm... that's right... [Blood Curse]... I've become a snake!"
(The feeling of swallowing the letter made McGuffin remember what happened—the [Blood Curse] on him was activated, and he turned into a snake)
"And...the last one..."
(vomit--)
The stench...he was suffocating... the feeling of being in the rot, the memory kept pounding the MacGuffin's brain.
Harry saw the McGuffin (snake) open his eyes and wake up,
So he adjusted his senses, and when he wanted to use Parseltongue to communicate with MacGuffin, he suddenly saw his body (snake), stood up suddenly, raised it high, and then opened the snake basin's mouth...
vomit--
A sour, fresh vomit spewed out in a perfect arc.
Professor Dumbledore didn't seem to be that old at all. When he saw something was wrong, he put away the delicate little box and avoided it sideways.
A set of movements flowed smoothly without any pause.
And Professor Snape behind him was not so lucky.
At such a young age, he was actually aging before his age, and his movements were more than a beat slow... In short, he was sprayed right.
Snape was only able to lift an arm in time to block it, but... it didn't do much.
He got the 'dog blood' sprinkler head.
——He just kept this posture, petrified in place.
Can't move.
(Perhaps it should be said that it is like a volcano about to erupt, trembling with anger, and preparing to erupt!)
Harry clearly saw the bacon crumbs mixed with bread this morning on Snape's face, as well as the digested crumbs of the sandwich at noon...
That shape, the taste... that sour!
vomit--
Can't say anymore.
Even Harry, who hated Snape... thought it was a little... inappropriate.
There was an astonishingly awkward silence.
"Clean it up!" Dumbledore coughed twice, waved his wand, and cleaned the ground and the 'unknown objects' on Snape's body.
This time, as if a switch had been pressed, Snape directly pulled out his wand, the muscles on his face trembling and twisting.
He measured the body of the McGuffin (snake) with his wand... It seemed that he wanted to turn the McGuffin into a lump of XX, or a maggot...
——Compared in my heart which one would relieve hatred more.
"Severus, calm down,...Albert didn't mean to either!"
Dumbledore turned sideways to block Professor Snape's sight, and pulled him out of the door.
He turned to Harry and said,
"Potter, you stay here for a while!"
After the door was closed, Snape's distraught roar was heard instantly.
—even the door buzzed and rattled.
Harry looked at McGuffin's 'innocent' vertical pupils, and asked in Parseltongue a moment later,
"You probably didn't do it on purpose..." (Hiss...)
……
Professor McGonagall, who was separated from Professor Dumbledore and the others, came to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom not long after relying on the lit 'Agarwood' in their hands.
The green fog here is thicker, and the two of them seem to be trapped at the bottom of the deep sea, completely out of sight.
The light from the [Luminescent Charm] at the tip of Professor McGonagall's wand is almost the only light source.
It reflects everything around it.
But under the refraction and reflection of the green mist,...the clothes, the floor of the corridor, the glass windows, various decorations, armor, those magical portraits, everything around...even the faces of Professor McGonagall and Professor Sprout were covered with a layer of green light.
Hogwarts Castle has never been so quiet, the little wizards laughed mischievously, chattered, the professors reprimanded them, Filch was chasing them...all disappeared,
I can only hear the spiral staircase, the automatic moving armor, still relying on its own magic in the dense fog, following the instructions that have been executed for hundreds of years, constantly changing and moving to make sounds.
It was a completely different feeling than usual,
——Silent and eerie.
Although Professor McGonagall also has a piece of ignited incense in her hand, which can easily dispel the green mist.
(The censer in her hand is shaped like the box (censer) in Professor Dumbledore's hand by deforming a piece of wood, and put (Dumbledore's separate) agarwood to burn)
But it's just opening up an irregular circular space with a radius of two meters.
Other places are still the kind of green fog.
As Professor Sprout gets closer to his destination, he feels that all of this... is impossible to rely on [Rafflesia Juice].
After opening the door and entering,
Professor McGonagall felt that her feet were soft, and she bent down to look... She found that she stepped on a gray elf from Cornwall.
And there were more than one, scattered all over the place around the door, like flies and insects that had been suffocated to death, these little creatures lay on the ground with stiff limbs, their bodies trembling constantly.
Soon...the two of them discovered the figures of the missing little wizards.
"Ron Weasley"
"Hermione Granger..."
"Longbottom..."
Although he probably knew what happened from Seamus Figani and Harry, when he actually saw this scene, Professor McGonagall still couldn't look directly at the scene in front of him.
——Neville was almost naked not far from Ron and Hermione, and there was a mess of certain things in front of him... a whole dragon skeleton, a chandelier, a wastebasket, and shredded clothes. (His clothes were torn into pieces, and he looked extremely miserable)
——The other little wizards don't look much better.
"My Merlin...what the hell happened!"
"My God! What is that..."
Professor Sprout, a wizard, actually talked about Muggle catchphrases, so she discovered something she couldn't believe.
She found an unknown object in the sky not far from Ron, where the dragon skeleton was hanging in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.
——There is a gelatinous green fluid floating there.
This thing was originally a spherical object, with spiky spikes protruding from the surface, disappearing and calming down.
But when Professor Sprout saw it, the thing gradually became smoother, and a face slowly emerged on the surface of the ball...
It was exposed like the surface of water.
That's her facial features... a green face, the features gradually become clear... and the mouth keeps opening and closing without making a sound.
When Professor Sprout hinted to Professor McGonagall to look at this thing,... her appearance gradually appeared...
When the pair of glasses on Professor McGonagall's face was also reproduced,
--Snapped!
A loud noise echoed in the silent classroom and the castle corridor.
This startled Professor McGonagall and Sprout.
"Peeves, get out of here!...I came here first...I won't allow you to bully the new little ghost for a while!" Immediately afterwards, a sharp female voice that sounded like it was about to cry broke the silence.
"Except for Lord Barrow the Bloody Man... Nobody wants to drive Peeves away from here!" Another hoarse voice mocked, "Peves has been watching everything happening here... What an interesting thing! Ahh! Makes me want to sing!"
"Crybaby Myrtle, why don't you handle your toilet properly...do you have a crush on some little wizard?"
"Hee hee hee... Sick Myrtle fell in love with a certain little wizard!"
Then the voices of two quarrels suddenly came out.
Two silvery-white translucent ghosts float out of the green fog
— Moaning Myrtle and Peeves.
"What are you two doing here!" Professor McGonagall snapped.
Peeves was jumping on top of Professor McGonagall, watching the little wizards who had fainted... the chaos in the classroom, he was very happy to make faces at Professor McGonagall.
Professor Sprout asked quietly, "Peves, what do you mean? What did you see? Have you been here?"
Under Professor McGonagall's sharp questioning, Peeves said angrily, "Even if Peeves knew it, he wouldn't say it...unless a wizard is polite to Peeves, and greets Peeves kindly, gently, and respectfully..."
After speaking, he swooped down to the ground and picked up the torn half of "My Year with the XZ Snowman" (the portrait on the original book has completely disappeared, the cover is empty) and threw it on Myrtle,
Then let out a bad laugh, hurriedly circled in mid-air and passed into the green mist, hearing that laughter meant leaving the classroom.
The book slid past Myrtle, passed through, and fell to the floor.
This made Myrtle cover her face and wail, and she rushed straight through the green fluid in mid-air, into the mist.
Suddenly, Professor McGonagall discovered
——The two portrait faces on the green gel have opened their eyes at some point.
He stared straight at the two of them.
……
Harry touched his arm—goosebumps all over the place.
Listening to Professor McGonagall telling this story, he felt a chill in his heart.
"So... what happened next?"
Dumbledore sat on the stump next to Hagrid's cabin and continued to ask Professor McGonagall.
—It is now more than ten hours after the Hogwarts cataclysm.
It was past one o'clock at midnight.
The night was thick, Hogwarts Castle had calmed down, and the green fog had been cleaned up by the professors.
Of course, as most people expected... the castle still smells bad, and there is a mixture of rotten, sour and various smells everywhere. No matter which of the dormitories of the four colleges, it is impossible to rest.
Even the owls in the school rest in the forest.
—I'm afraid they'll be very busy tomorrow. (Inquiries from the Ministry of Magic, various newspapers and media... and letters from the parents of the little wizards...)
But now the Hogwarts Castle not far away is brightly lit. The elves are blocking their nostrils and are working hard all night to clean every part of the castle and remove those smells.
Moreover, Dumbledore divided the piece of agarwood and placed it on fire in various parts of the castle to make it recover faster.
In case the teachers and students of Hogwarts cannot enter it tomorrow.
As for the little wizards experiencing for the first time... what it's like to camp outside the castle.
Dumbledore and the professors cast magic together, summoning dozens of tents and hundreds of sleeping bags for the little wizard to live outside.
And between each tent, a blazing bonfire was lit, and the prefects were patrolled...in case those unruly little wizards sneaked away for fun and caused any accidents.
- Enough happened today
After Mrs. Norris woke up, Filch finally regained his sanity. Holding his old oil lamp, Filch started to follow the cat again, and started to trouble the little wizard.
Of course, the little wizards couldn't fall asleep, no matter which tent was full of excited humming and buzzing, and it was still ringing until now (in the early hours of the morning).
Even if Percy stood outside every tent and yelled at him, it was of no use at all.
The professors waved their wands and cast spells to transform Madam Pomfrey into a simple magic hospital on the grass (soil rose from the ground into stone slabs to form a simple building), and the beds came from the summons.
Resting there are - Ron, Hermione... and Lockhart,
They were all the teachers and students who were wiped out in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.
Now, near Hagrid's cabin here.
Dumbledore gathers Professor McGonagall, Snape, Sprout, Hagrid...and Harry, a snake (McGuffin who wakes up)...
Gather all the news to see what happened today.
Professor McGonagall just told about their encounter with Peeves and Myrtle, and the discovery of that weird green fluid.
"So... what happened after the eyes of those statues opened! Minerva!"
Dumbledore asked Professor McGonagall again.
(End of this chapter)
Professor Dumbledore waved his wand to conjure up an incense burner. Its lid was hollowed out in silver, and the body of the box was made of translucent blue ceramic.
He took a small piece of agarwood... lit it, and put it inside.
White smoke began to swirl around them.
A rich fragrance slowly emanates from the incense burner.
When Harry and the others stepped into the Hogwarts Castle filled with green mist, the green mist around them seemed to dissolve and fade away quickly.
The rancid smell also disappeared, and only a faint smoky scent of grass and trees could be smelled.
(It's just that after they walked by, the mist slowly flowed and eroded.)
Harry and the others finally came to the women's bathroom on the second floor that had been under maintenance.
Open the door, the room is already full of green mist, and you can't see your fingers.
Harry's heart sank.
—McGuffin will be all right!
After a few people entered, the fog began to disappear, and the outline of the entire room appeared in front of the eyes of the three.
Harry sees...
The body of the MacGuffin (snake) stood upright and stretched on the pool, the snake's head was crooked, the letter was spit out from the mouth and hung down, and the eyes were closed... It was like a dead bug.
It seems that McGuffin tried his best to pull his body up to keep his sense of smell away from the fog, but in the end...
'Hanging' on the sink.
The corners of Snape's mouth were trying desperately not to curl up.
--Should!
It seemed that all the anger accumulated in life was released to 'Shu Chang' in an instant.
"Professor Dumbledore... Well, when I leave, McGuffin can still talk to me!"
Harry stammered. (Snape stares at Harry strangely after hearing this)
Several people then approached the McGuffin (snake) which was motionless.
The tip of Dumbledore's long hooked nose almost touched the scales of the McGuffin, and he poked the body of the snake (McGuffin) with his slender fingers.
Harry followed quickly, almost touching the snake with his face.
He also tried to poke the black scales with his fingers, they were soft and felt warm, fortunately...it wasn't as stiff and cold as he imagined.
"It's nothing! It's just that he was fainted like everyone else!" The professor's words made Harry even more relieved.
Dumbledore tapped the MacGuffin (snake) with his wand and whispered a spell 'Rejuvenate! ’, but the McGuffin (snake) still hangs there stiffly, like a poorly made taxidermy.
Finally, the professor lifted the small box in his left hand and placed it in the mouth of McGuffin, on the edge of his tongue (letter). He waved his wand with his right hand, directing the white smoke to gradually flow into the gap between McGuffin's mouth and nose like a stream of water.
After a few seconds...
'oh!I am...? ? '
(hiss...)
MacGuffin (snake) spit out the letter and slowly woke up.
but--
Paji! --boom!
His body hung there for a long time, but he couldn't maintain his balance immediately, and hit the ground with a slap.
"How the hell am I... so!"
(⊙o⊙)·····
"Why does my body hurt a little, who hit me with a stick!"
"I'm... that's right... [Blood Curse]... I've become a snake!"
(The feeling of swallowing the letter made McGuffin remember what happened—the [Blood Curse] on him was activated, and he turned into a snake)
"And...the last one..."
(vomit--)
The stench...he was suffocating... the feeling of being in the rot, the memory kept pounding the MacGuffin's brain.
Harry saw the McGuffin (snake) open his eyes and wake up,
So he adjusted his senses, and when he wanted to use Parseltongue to communicate with MacGuffin, he suddenly saw his body (snake), stood up suddenly, raised it high, and then opened the snake basin's mouth...
vomit--
A sour, fresh vomit spewed out in a perfect arc.
Professor Dumbledore didn't seem to be that old at all. When he saw something was wrong, he put away the delicate little box and avoided it sideways.
A set of movements flowed smoothly without any pause.
And Professor Snape behind him was not so lucky.
At such a young age, he was actually aging before his age, and his movements were more than a beat slow... In short, he was sprayed right.
Snape was only able to lift an arm in time to block it, but... it didn't do much.
He got the 'dog blood' sprinkler head.
——He just kept this posture, petrified in place.
Can't move.
(Perhaps it should be said that it is like a volcano about to erupt, trembling with anger, and preparing to erupt!)
Harry clearly saw the bacon crumbs mixed with bread this morning on Snape's face, as well as the digested crumbs of the sandwich at noon...
That shape, the taste... that sour!
vomit--
Can't say anymore.
Even Harry, who hated Snape... thought it was a little... inappropriate.
There was an astonishingly awkward silence.
"Clean it up!" Dumbledore coughed twice, waved his wand, and cleaned the ground and the 'unknown objects' on Snape's body.
This time, as if a switch had been pressed, Snape directly pulled out his wand, the muscles on his face trembling and twisting.
He measured the body of the McGuffin (snake) with his wand... It seemed that he wanted to turn the McGuffin into a lump of XX, or a maggot...
——Compared in my heart which one would relieve hatred more.
"Severus, calm down,...Albert didn't mean to either!"
Dumbledore turned sideways to block Professor Snape's sight, and pulled him out of the door.
He turned to Harry and said,
"Potter, you stay here for a while!"
After the door was closed, Snape's distraught roar was heard instantly.
—even the door buzzed and rattled.
Harry looked at McGuffin's 'innocent' vertical pupils, and asked in Parseltongue a moment later,
"You probably didn't do it on purpose..." (Hiss...)
……
Professor McGonagall, who was separated from Professor Dumbledore and the others, came to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom not long after relying on the lit 'Agarwood' in their hands.
The green fog here is thicker, and the two of them seem to be trapped at the bottom of the deep sea, completely out of sight.
The light from the [Luminescent Charm] at the tip of Professor McGonagall's wand is almost the only light source.
It reflects everything around it.
But under the refraction and reflection of the green mist,...the clothes, the floor of the corridor, the glass windows, various decorations, armor, those magical portraits, everything around...even the faces of Professor McGonagall and Professor Sprout were covered with a layer of green light.
Hogwarts Castle has never been so quiet, the little wizards laughed mischievously, chattered, the professors reprimanded them, Filch was chasing them...all disappeared,
I can only hear the spiral staircase, the automatic moving armor, still relying on its own magic in the dense fog, following the instructions that have been executed for hundreds of years, constantly changing and moving to make sounds.
It was a completely different feeling than usual,
——Silent and eerie.
Although Professor McGonagall also has a piece of ignited incense in her hand, which can easily dispel the green mist.
(The censer in her hand is shaped like the box (censer) in Professor Dumbledore's hand by deforming a piece of wood, and put (Dumbledore's separate) agarwood to burn)
But it's just opening up an irregular circular space with a radius of two meters.
Other places are still the kind of green fog.
As Professor Sprout gets closer to his destination, he feels that all of this... is impossible to rely on [Rafflesia Juice].
After opening the door and entering,
Professor McGonagall felt that her feet were soft, and she bent down to look... She found that she stepped on a gray elf from Cornwall.
And there were more than one, scattered all over the place around the door, like flies and insects that had been suffocated to death, these little creatures lay on the ground with stiff limbs, their bodies trembling constantly.
Soon...the two of them discovered the figures of the missing little wizards.
"Ron Weasley"
"Hermione Granger..."
"Longbottom..."
Although he probably knew what happened from Seamus Figani and Harry, when he actually saw this scene, Professor McGonagall still couldn't look directly at the scene in front of him.
——Neville was almost naked not far from Ron and Hermione, and there was a mess of certain things in front of him... a whole dragon skeleton, a chandelier, a wastebasket, and shredded clothes. (His clothes were torn into pieces, and he looked extremely miserable)
——The other little wizards don't look much better.
"My Merlin...what the hell happened!"
"My God! What is that..."
Professor Sprout, a wizard, actually talked about Muggle catchphrases, so she discovered something she couldn't believe.
She found an unknown object in the sky not far from Ron, where the dragon skeleton was hanging in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.
——There is a gelatinous green fluid floating there.
This thing was originally a spherical object, with spiky spikes protruding from the surface, disappearing and calming down.
But when Professor Sprout saw it, the thing gradually became smoother, and a face slowly emerged on the surface of the ball...
It was exposed like the surface of water.
That's her facial features... a green face, the features gradually become clear... and the mouth keeps opening and closing without making a sound.
When Professor Sprout hinted to Professor McGonagall to look at this thing,... her appearance gradually appeared...
When the pair of glasses on Professor McGonagall's face was also reproduced,
--Snapped!
A loud noise echoed in the silent classroom and the castle corridor.
This startled Professor McGonagall and Sprout.
"Peeves, get out of here!...I came here first...I won't allow you to bully the new little ghost for a while!" Immediately afterwards, a sharp female voice that sounded like it was about to cry broke the silence.
"Except for Lord Barrow the Bloody Man... Nobody wants to drive Peeves away from here!" Another hoarse voice mocked, "Peves has been watching everything happening here... What an interesting thing! Ahh! Makes me want to sing!"
"Crybaby Myrtle, why don't you handle your toilet properly...do you have a crush on some little wizard?"
"Hee hee hee... Sick Myrtle fell in love with a certain little wizard!"
Then the voices of two quarrels suddenly came out.
Two silvery-white translucent ghosts float out of the green fog
— Moaning Myrtle and Peeves.
"What are you two doing here!" Professor McGonagall snapped.
Peeves was jumping on top of Professor McGonagall, watching the little wizards who had fainted... the chaos in the classroom, he was very happy to make faces at Professor McGonagall.
Professor Sprout asked quietly, "Peves, what do you mean? What did you see? Have you been here?"
Under Professor McGonagall's sharp questioning, Peeves said angrily, "Even if Peeves knew it, he wouldn't say it...unless a wizard is polite to Peeves, and greets Peeves kindly, gently, and respectfully..."
After speaking, he swooped down to the ground and picked up the torn half of "My Year with the XZ Snowman" (the portrait on the original book has completely disappeared, the cover is empty) and threw it on Myrtle,
Then let out a bad laugh, hurriedly circled in mid-air and passed into the green mist, hearing that laughter meant leaving the classroom.
The book slid past Myrtle, passed through, and fell to the floor.
This made Myrtle cover her face and wail, and she rushed straight through the green fluid in mid-air, into the mist.
Suddenly, Professor McGonagall discovered
——The two portrait faces on the green gel have opened their eyes at some point.
He stared straight at the two of them.
……
Harry touched his arm—goosebumps all over the place.
Listening to Professor McGonagall telling this story, he felt a chill in his heart.
"So... what happened next?"
Dumbledore sat on the stump next to Hagrid's cabin and continued to ask Professor McGonagall.
—It is now more than ten hours after the Hogwarts cataclysm.
It was past one o'clock at midnight.
The night was thick, Hogwarts Castle had calmed down, and the green fog had been cleaned up by the professors.
Of course, as most people expected... the castle still smells bad, and there is a mixture of rotten, sour and various smells everywhere. No matter which of the dormitories of the four colleges, it is impossible to rest.
Even the owls in the school rest in the forest.
—I'm afraid they'll be very busy tomorrow. (Inquiries from the Ministry of Magic, various newspapers and media... and letters from the parents of the little wizards...)
But now the Hogwarts Castle not far away is brightly lit. The elves are blocking their nostrils and are working hard all night to clean every part of the castle and remove those smells.
Moreover, Dumbledore divided the piece of agarwood and placed it on fire in various parts of the castle to make it recover faster.
In case the teachers and students of Hogwarts cannot enter it tomorrow.
As for the little wizards experiencing for the first time... what it's like to camp outside the castle.
Dumbledore and the professors cast magic together, summoning dozens of tents and hundreds of sleeping bags for the little wizard to live outside.
And between each tent, a blazing bonfire was lit, and the prefects were patrolled...in case those unruly little wizards sneaked away for fun and caused any accidents.
- Enough happened today
After Mrs. Norris woke up, Filch finally regained his sanity. Holding his old oil lamp, Filch started to follow the cat again, and started to trouble the little wizard.
Of course, the little wizards couldn't fall asleep, no matter which tent was full of excited humming and buzzing, and it was still ringing until now (in the early hours of the morning).
Even if Percy stood outside every tent and yelled at him, it was of no use at all.
The professors waved their wands and cast spells to transform Madam Pomfrey into a simple magic hospital on the grass (soil rose from the ground into stone slabs to form a simple building), and the beds came from the summons.
Resting there are - Ron, Hermione... and Lockhart,
They were all the teachers and students who were wiped out in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.
Now, near Hagrid's cabin here.
Dumbledore gathers Professor McGonagall, Snape, Sprout, Hagrid...and Harry, a snake (McGuffin who wakes up)...
Gather all the news to see what happened today.
Professor McGonagall just told about their encounter with Peeves and Myrtle, and the discovery of that weird green fluid.
"So... what happened after the eyes of those statues opened! Minerva!"
Dumbledore asked Professor McGonagall again.
(End of this chapter)
