Chapter 206 Overnight
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Yun Yin Shen
Chapter 206 Overnight
"Oh! By the way, look at me... I was too busy just now!"
Dumbledore and McGuffin (snake) stared at each other in this state, then seemed to remember something, and tapped their heads with their wands.
Then he called softly, "Severus!"
"Professor Snape!"
When Dumbledore raised his voice again and again.
Snape was only looking back, and he stared at McGuffin with a livid face - staring hard.
Under Dumbledore's repeated urging, he reluctantly took out a fist-sized crystal vial from his pocket.
It was filled with a silvery-white liquid, rippling in the darkness and glowing slightly.
He walked up to McGuffin, and roughly filled the crystal bottle with one-third of the liquid and poured it into McGuffin's mouth (snake mouth).
As the liquid flows in, there are two different sensations flowing through the body of the Macguffin (snake).
His muscles and internal organs seemed to be melting, and the hot burning sensation continued to spread from his lower body to his upper body, while his blood and brain felt like they were frozen, eroding from his head to the lower part bit by bit.
Two distinct sensations reshaped his body.
Harry watched as the McGuffin (snake) rolled to the ground in pain. The black scales on its outer layer were melting and gradually pulled... into cloth... The shape of the robe gradually became clear.
The hands... the feet, the human head, the facial features of the MacGuffin itself are like melted candles, re-pinched out bit by bit by a pair of invisible hands.
—McGuffin Albert is back in human form!
After lying on the ground for a long time, McGuffin regained his strength, slowly got up, and sat down beside Harry.
(Near the huge stump where Hagrid usually chopped wood, the professors turned those huge blocks into wooden seats, which they spread around the campfire.
Harry and McGuffin were sitting not far from Dumbledore. )
"Okay, now we can talk to you!" Dumbledore's expression became more serious.
"I think Mr. Albert should also understand the seriousness of the matter!"
"What happened today... means that the [Blood Curse] on your body has been further activated... Our original idea that the blood of a unicorn can suppress the [Blood Curse] for a long time has come to nothing!"
Snape sneered and immediately retorted, "My guess is correct, Headmaster Dumbledore!"
"Although the unicorn's prepared blood cannot completely remove the [Blood Curse] on this little wizard, it can at least suppress it and prolong it until he becomes an adult!"
"It must be this bold and reckless little wizard... Our genius MacGuffin wizard is self-righteous... secretly practicing the black witchcraft taught by Quilinas Quillo!"
"And it may be an unforgivable curse like [Imperius Curse]!"
He speculated very maliciously, and irresponsibly planted this delusion on MacGuffin.
"Professor Snape! Listen to what you're talking about... This little wizard lives with a Muggle family during the summer vacation... But he can't even cast an ordinary spell!"
"Even if there is... the Ministry of Magic will react before us!"
Professor McGonagall snapped, "Honestly, Severus! Don't say such baseless thoughts."
Snape couldn't take it anymore.
"Who knows what this little wizard can do! Look at how much things have happened to Hogwarts in the past two years after you have something to do with him!"
"No... on the first day of school, Hogwarts experienced an unprecedented crisis. If this continues, the feat that the mysterious man has not accomplished will be accomplished by a little wizard from your Gryffindor College!"
"One day, this school will—bang! Get blown up by this thing!"
Snape roared hoarsely, spit flying all over the sky.
He stared at the McGuffin in disgust as if he had stepped on something.
— This guy is completely out of control!
It seems that he has not recovered from what he just experienced.
Seeing Snape's performance, the surrounding professors were stunned and unable to speak.
They had never seen Snape, who was always sneering and expressionless, become like this.
"Professor, what are you talking about... [Blood Curse], [Imperius Curse]?"
"Did Quilinas do something last semester that we professors don't understand?"
Professor Sprout opened his mouth wide, and after a long time, he finally had the opportunity to express the doubts in his heart.
"Blame me! Today is indeed a bit much!"
After Dumbledore sighed to Professor Sprout about the chaotic situation, he arranged for Snape to go to the other side to explain to Professor Sprout, so that the topic here could continue.
He stared at the MacGuffin with probing eyes.
Facing the staring gaze of the bright blue eyes, McGuffin hurriedly turned [Occlumency] as far away as possible, feeling much relieved.
He didn't want the thoughts buried in his heart to be completely seen through.
"I think...Mr. Albert, you should also know the reason why you are less able to perform black witchcraft and ancient magic than others!"
"No one wants to become a snake, let alone you who have experienced the vicious curse of [Blood Curse] after it is fully activated! Right?!" Dumbledore said softly.
"Professor, of course I wouldn't... and I haven't done that! But why... the [Blood Curse] on me was activated suddenly!"
"Didn't Professor Snape say...according to his estimation, I should be able to relax temporarily?"
Of course, McGuffin would not believe that the unicorn's blood suppressing effect could last as long as he was an adult.
But so soon... It's just a summer vacation, which is a bit unlikely.
——Too short!
perhaps?Immediately in his mind, based on the disappeared [Horcrux] (Voldemort's notebook), he thought of... the previous few times when he aroused his [Blood Curse].
Could it be that Voldemort's soul fragment has come to Hogwarts Castle!
Hidden on which student, manipulated this student to activate the [Blood Curse] on himself.
——However, this is a bit unreasonable!
Not to mention that according to the original book, it will take time for him to recover his energy, and... what good is it for him to do so, besides exposing himself and arousing the suspicion of others?
And if it was really Voldemort who activated the [Blood Curse], he could completely turn himself into a real snake, a beast, one that couldn't be recovered at all, just like at the end of last semester.
Even if you ignore it now, McGuffin can transform with the [Blood Curse] he has mastered, and fully restore his human form. (Although it will further increase the erosion rate of [Blood Curse] on itself)
Voldemort, who is Avada's trickster, has a tricky brain...it can't be like this!
——What the hell is going on here!
McGuffin was lost in thought.
Also Dumbledore was silent for a moment, then he spoke.
"I think there must be some factors at work... Albert, you must pay attention... so that when it happens again, you can find out what caused it!"
McGuffin felt that he was staring at Harry meaningfully for a moment (maybe it was McGuffin's own imagination), and then spoke softly.
"Fortunately, thanks to Mr. Potter, last semester we got a lot of unicorn blood that we can mix!"
"You have to thank Harry very much!...Mr. Albert!"
"In this way, you can try and make mistakes many times...but..."
"Professor Snape also has a point... It's been less than two days since the start of school, and two big troubles have appeared beside you. I also heard that something similar happened this morning..."
Dumbledore watched the two young wizards closely.
This made them a little restless.
Fortunately, there was a sound from the edge of the Forbidden Forest, and they turned their heads to see Hagrid striding over.
"You can go," said Dumbledore to Harry, McGuffin.
The two of them really couldn't stay here anymore. Anyway, they already knew what they should hear tonight. McGuffin tried to speed up his pace and almost drove Harry into a run.
Quickly back to camping—that is, to those tents.
The two finally slowed down and took a breath.
In the dimness of the night, Harry and McGuffin looked at each other's expressions with squinted eyes.
"McGuffin! Tell me, isn't this a little bit wrong!" Harry said hesitantly.
"Look at the Thestral carriage last night, Ron's wand, Lockhart's incident, and this morning's Mandrake...and the catastrophe at Hogwarts, so many things!"
"Did someone put that hapless curse on us! Maybe it was Malfoy..."
“Xiemen (Chinese) is amazing!”
"Don't talk nonsense!" McGuffin yelled loudly from 'Fried Hair' as if a cat's tail had been stepped on, "And Harry, where did you know these two Chinese words!"
"Ah! Have you forgotten? It's Professor McGonagall..."
"Don't, don't say it... I... I have a headache (Chinese)!" McGuffin supported his head and remembered.
— Gan!
He interrupted repeatedly, trying to distract Harry from the subject.
McGuffin felt guilty that these things seemed to be more or less related to him.
Fuck!
——It must be the weird ritual of the centaur at the end of last semester that affected his luck.
He himself had no B number and threw the pot to the horsemen.
"who!"
Before the two could continue talking, a figure stepped out from the aisle of the tent.
The tip of the wand he was holding shone a blinding light like a Muggle flashlight, blinding their eyes instantly.
For a while, wait until this guy arrives.
It was only then that they discovered that it was Percy Weasley, Ron's older brother and prefect of Gryffindor.
He was patrolling here, holding hands in the passage, and preventing the little wizards from sneaking out to cause trouble.
"Harry!"
"McGuffin!"
Percy stopped and stood not far away, with a shiny thing pinned to his chest.
Clearly visible even in this darkness.
——It's the badge of a prefect.
Apparently he cast a spell on it.
"Where did the two of you go! Fred, George, Ginny and I searched for a long time... Even when we went to Madam Pomfrey, we only saw Ron and Hermione!"
"Where are Ron and Hermione? We want to go and see...!"
Although he knew from Professor McGonagall that Ron and the others were safe, Harry still wanted to make sure.
"It's so late, Madam Pomfrey just gave them a strong sleeping pill (Life of Death), so don't disturb their rest!" Percy said, walking towards him, and stretched out his hand, trying to pull them into the camping area of the tent.
And he asked again what they were doing.
"Professor Dumbledore asked us to confirm something!...Percy, you should have heard of it, in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom..."
With an expression of extreme surprise and concern on Percy's face, he gasped,
"Are those rumors true? Was it really Ron who turned Hogwarts into this?"
"What if he gets fired...?"
Percy's face suddenly collapsed, even in the dark, he could tell that he was still worried about his little brother.
However, McGuffin was once again surprised by Hogwarts' traditional arts.
This... Nima is so fast.
He and Harry had just heard from Dumbledore the truth of the matter, how these little wizards made up the rumors.
And it hits the nail on the head.
No wonder Voldemort has always believed that this is a 'must-have for military strategists'.
——The intelligence gathering ability of this TM is too outrageous!
"Percy, it's nothing! I heard from Professor Dumbledore that it's not Ron's fault. They don't seem to punish Ron!"
Harry hurriedly explained.
Percy fiddled with the prefect badge, his expression clouded in the light scattered by his wand.
It seemed that he did not believe this statement.
He said very bluntly, "Hurry up and go back to your tent! There is only Simo Feigani alone. He was very frightened today, and he was in a daze. He wanted to come out all the time, and he didn't want to be alone in the tent!"
"Our prefects had no choice but to arrange him by the bonfire! You are here just in time...and you can accompany him to rest in the second-year Gryffindor tent."
As he spoke, he pulled the two of them through the four-color tent area with an undeniable expression on his face.
Nothing weird here, just normal tents.
There is no messy tent with various decoration styles that appeared in the original Quidditch final.
But from time to time they saw a little wizard casting the [Fluorescent Curse] inside, illuminating the entire tent flickering, and people's shadows were printed on the tent, like silhouettes.
At this time, Percy stopped, came to the edge of the tent, and tapped the tent with his wand, and every time he tapped, there was light.
The tents began to shake violently like an earthquake (only the one that was hit), and Percy stopped his movements with a cold face until the little wizard agreed to sleep.
Harry and McGuffin looked at each other, thinking that it would be better for them to be honest and obedient.
—Looking at the situation, Percy was in a bad mood for ten minutes.
Finally, Percy led them to the middle of the three-meter-tall, blazing bonfire.
The bonfire is a frame made of thick trees... McGuffin saw bright red salamanders crawling around in the flames, spitting out sparks, making the flames more vigorous and lasting.
Simo Figani was sitting on the cold ground, his head was shaking.
Next to him was the huge bonfire, flickering and flickering flames, illuminating his tired face flickeringly.
"Dude? . . . Seamus!" Harry called softly, patting him on the shoulder.
"Ah!? Harry, it's you McGuffins, thank God, I thought I was going to be here alone tonight!" Seamus rubbed his eyes and said overjoyed.
Then the two found their dormitory tent under the guidance of sleepy Seamus.
Like the Quidditch uniform, the most representative colors of Gryffindor are yellow and red.
The same is true for the other three houses, and two or three tents away from their tents is the dark green Slytherin tent area.
Hanging on the curtain outside the tent was a very crude wooden sign with the words [Second Grade] crookedly written on it.
A few people walked in, and it was not as bad as imagined.
Not that cramped.
It should have been cast [Untraceable Stretching Curse].
The space is about the size of an average one-bedroom, and the ground is not cold lawn, earth, or a sheet of tent fabric.
The floor was actually covered with a blanket of exotic colors, which felt like wool.
It wasn't until several people lay down in their sleeping bags that they realized that the carpet was slightly emitting heat.
It was warm and comfortable to sleep on.
"McGuffin, where have you been..."
Simo Figani asked strangely.
But before he could finish a sentence, his voice gradually stopped, and he seemed to have fallen asleep next to the pillow.
McGuffin and Harry didn't say much. After discussing getting up tomorrow morning and going to see Ron and Hermione for the first time, they closed their eyes and tried hard to fall asleep.
Outside the tent, the huge bonfire was still burning, making the outside of the tent constantly flickering.
Figures kept passing by.
Percy or other prefects, the professor kept going back and forth.
In the silence, McGuffin heard voices... Harry was also tossing and turning, and it seemed that he was also tossing and turning.
Too!So many things happened today.
By the way, there was also yesterday...
— Falk!
Looking at it this way, it's really damn "evil"!
(End of this chapter)
"Oh! By the way, look at me... I was too busy just now!"
Dumbledore and McGuffin (snake) stared at each other in this state, then seemed to remember something, and tapped their heads with their wands.
Then he called softly, "Severus!"
"Professor Snape!"
When Dumbledore raised his voice again and again.
Snape was only looking back, and he stared at McGuffin with a livid face - staring hard.
Under Dumbledore's repeated urging, he reluctantly took out a fist-sized crystal vial from his pocket.
It was filled with a silvery-white liquid, rippling in the darkness and glowing slightly.
He walked up to McGuffin, and roughly filled the crystal bottle with one-third of the liquid and poured it into McGuffin's mouth (snake mouth).
As the liquid flows in, there are two different sensations flowing through the body of the Macguffin (snake).
His muscles and internal organs seemed to be melting, and the hot burning sensation continued to spread from his lower body to his upper body, while his blood and brain felt like they were frozen, eroding from his head to the lower part bit by bit.
Two distinct sensations reshaped his body.
Harry watched as the McGuffin (snake) rolled to the ground in pain. The black scales on its outer layer were melting and gradually pulled... into cloth... The shape of the robe gradually became clear.
The hands... the feet, the human head, the facial features of the MacGuffin itself are like melted candles, re-pinched out bit by bit by a pair of invisible hands.
—McGuffin Albert is back in human form!
After lying on the ground for a long time, McGuffin regained his strength, slowly got up, and sat down beside Harry.
(Near the huge stump where Hagrid usually chopped wood, the professors turned those huge blocks into wooden seats, which they spread around the campfire.
Harry and McGuffin were sitting not far from Dumbledore. )
"Okay, now we can talk to you!" Dumbledore's expression became more serious.
"I think Mr. Albert should also understand the seriousness of the matter!"
"What happened today... means that the [Blood Curse] on your body has been further activated... Our original idea that the blood of a unicorn can suppress the [Blood Curse] for a long time has come to nothing!"
Snape sneered and immediately retorted, "My guess is correct, Headmaster Dumbledore!"
"Although the unicorn's prepared blood cannot completely remove the [Blood Curse] on this little wizard, it can at least suppress it and prolong it until he becomes an adult!"
"It must be this bold and reckless little wizard... Our genius MacGuffin wizard is self-righteous... secretly practicing the black witchcraft taught by Quilinas Quillo!"
"And it may be an unforgivable curse like [Imperius Curse]!"
He speculated very maliciously, and irresponsibly planted this delusion on MacGuffin.
"Professor Snape! Listen to what you're talking about... This little wizard lives with a Muggle family during the summer vacation... But he can't even cast an ordinary spell!"
"Even if there is... the Ministry of Magic will react before us!"
Professor McGonagall snapped, "Honestly, Severus! Don't say such baseless thoughts."
Snape couldn't take it anymore.
"Who knows what this little wizard can do! Look at how much things have happened to Hogwarts in the past two years after you have something to do with him!"
"No... on the first day of school, Hogwarts experienced an unprecedented crisis. If this continues, the feat that the mysterious man has not accomplished will be accomplished by a little wizard from your Gryffindor College!"
"One day, this school will—bang! Get blown up by this thing!"
Snape roared hoarsely, spit flying all over the sky.
He stared at the McGuffin in disgust as if he had stepped on something.
— This guy is completely out of control!
It seems that he has not recovered from what he just experienced.
Seeing Snape's performance, the surrounding professors were stunned and unable to speak.
They had never seen Snape, who was always sneering and expressionless, become like this.
"Professor, what are you talking about... [Blood Curse], [Imperius Curse]?"
"Did Quilinas do something last semester that we professors don't understand?"
Professor Sprout opened his mouth wide, and after a long time, he finally had the opportunity to express the doubts in his heart.
"Blame me! Today is indeed a bit much!"
After Dumbledore sighed to Professor Sprout about the chaotic situation, he arranged for Snape to go to the other side to explain to Professor Sprout, so that the topic here could continue.
He stared at the MacGuffin with probing eyes.
Facing the staring gaze of the bright blue eyes, McGuffin hurriedly turned [Occlumency] as far away as possible, feeling much relieved.
He didn't want the thoughts buried in his heart to be completely seen through.
"I think...Mr. Albert, you should also know the reason why you are less able to perform black witchcraft and ancient magic than others!"
"No one wants to become a snake, let alone you who have experienced the vicious curse of [Blood Curse] after it is fully activated! Right?!" Dumbledore said softly.
"Professor, of course I wouldn't... and I haven't done that! But why... the [Blood Curse] on me was activated suddenly!"
"Didn't Professor Snape say...according to his estimation, I should be able to relax temporarily?"
Of course, McGuffin would not believe that the unicorn's blood suppressing effect could last as long as he was an adult.
But so soon... It's just a summer vacation, which is a bit unlikely.
——Too short!
perhaps?Immediately in his mind, based on the disappeared [Horcrux] (Voldemort's notebook), he thought of... the previous few times when he aroused his [Blood Curse].
Could it be that Voldemort's soul fragment has come to Hogwarts Castle!
Hidden on which student, manipulated this student to activate the [Blood Curse] on himself.
——However, this is a bit unreasonable!
Not to mention that according to the original book, it will take time for him to recover his energy, and... what good is it for him to do so, besides exposing himself and arousing the suspicion of others?
And if it was really Voldemort who activated the [Blood Curse], he could completely turn himself into a real snake, a beast, one that couldn't be recovered at all, just like at the end of last semester.
Even if you ignore it now, McGuffin can transform with the [Blood Curse] he has mastered, and fully restore his human form. (Although it will further increase the erosion rate of [Blood Curse] on itself)
Voldemort, who is Avada's trickster, has a tricky brain...it can't be like this!
——What the hell is going on here!
McGuffin was lost in thought.
Also Dumbledore was silent for a moment, then he spoke.
"I think there must be some factors at work... Albert, you must pay attention... so that when it happens again, you can find out what caused it!"
McGuffin felt that he was staring at Harry meaningfully for a moment (maybe it was McGuffin's own imagination), and then spoke softly.
"Fortunately, thanks to Mr. Potter, last semester we got a lot of unicorn blood that we can mix!"
"You have to thank Harry very much!...Mr. Albert!"
"In this way, you can try and make mistakes many times...but..."
"Professor Snape also has a point... It's been less than two days since the start of school, and two big troubles have appeared beside you. I also heard that something similar happened this morning..."
Dumbledore watched the two young wizards closely.
This made them a little restless.
Fortunately, there was a sound from the edge of the Forbidden Forest, and they turned their heads to see Hagrid striding over.
"You can go," said Dumbledore to Harry, McGuffin.
The two of them really couldn't stay here anymore. Anyway, they already knew what they should hear tonight. McGuffin tried to speed up his pace and almost drove Harry into a run.
Quickly back to camping—that is, to those tents.
The two finally slowed down and took a breath.
In the dimness of the night, Harry and McGuffin looked at each other's expressions with squinted eyes.
"McGuffin! Tell me, isn't this a little bit wrong!" Harry said hesitantly.
"Look at the Thestral carriage last night, Ron's wand, Lockhart's incident, and this morning's Mandrake...and the catastrophe at Hogwarts, so many things!"
"Did someone put that hapless curse on us! Maybe it was Malfoy..."
“Xiemen (Chinese) is amazing!”
"Don't talk nonsense!" McGuffin yelled loudly from 'Fried Hair' as if a cat's tail had been stepped on, "And Harry, where did you know these two Chinese words!"
"Ah! Have you forgotten? It's Professor McGonagall..."
"Don't, don't say it... I... I have a headache (Chinese)!" McGuffin supported his head and remembered.
— Gan!
He interrupted repeatedly, trying to distract Harry from the subject.
McGuffin felt guilty that these things seemed to be more or less related to him.
Fuck!
——It must be the weird ritual of the centaur at the end of last semester that affected his luck.
He himself had no B number and threw the pot to the horsemen.
"who!"
Before the two could continue talking, a figure stepped out from the aisle of the tent.
The tip of the wand he was holding shone a blinding light like a Muggle flashlight, blinding their eyes instantly.
For a while, wait until this guy arrives.
It was only then that they discovered that it was Percy Weasley, Ron's older brother and prefect of Gryffindor.
He was patrolling here, holding hands in the passage, and preventing the little wizards from sneaking out to cause trouble.
"Harry!"
"McGuffin!"
Percy stopped and stood not far away, with a shiny thing pinned to his chest.
Clearly visible even in this darkness.
——It's the badge of a prefect.
Apparently he cast a spell on it.
"Where did the two of you go! Fred, George, Ginny and I searched for a long time... Even when we went to Madam Pomfrey, we only saw Ron and Hermione!"
"Where are Ron and Hermione? We want to go and see...!"
Although he knew from Professor McGonagall that Ron and the others were safe, Harry still wanted to make sure.
"It's so late, Madam Pomfrey just gave them a strong sleeping pill (Life of Death), so don't disturb their rest!" Percy said, walking towards him, and stretched out his hand, trying to pull them into the camping area of the tent.
And he asked again what they were doing.
"Professor Dumbledore asked us to confirm something!...Percy, you should have heard of it, in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom..."
With an expression of extreme surprise and concern on Percy's face, he gasped,
"Are those rumors true? Was it really Ron who turned Hogwarts into this?"
"What if he gets fired...?"
Percy's face suddenly collapsed, even in the dark, he could tell that he was still worried about his little brother.
However, McGuffin was once again surprised by Hogwarts' traditional arts.
This... Nima is so fast.
He and Harry had just heard from Dumbledore the truth of the matter, how these little wizards made up the rumors.
And it hits the nail on the head.
No wonder Voldemort has always believed that this is a 'must-have for military strategists'.
——The intelligence gathering ability of this TM is too outrageous!
"Percy, it's nothing! I heard from Professor Dumbledore that it's not Ron's fault. They don't seem to punish Ron!"
Harry hurriedly explained.
Percy fiddled with the prefect badge, his expression clouded in the light scattered by his wand.
It seemed that he did not believe this statement.
He said very bluntly, "Hurry up and go back to your tent! There is only Simo Feigani alone. He was very frightened today, and he was in a daze. He wanted to come out all the time, and he didn't want to be alone in the tent!"
"Our prefects had no choice but to arrange him by the bonfire! You are here just in time...and you can accompany him to rest in the second-year Gryffindor tent."
As he spoke, he pulled the two of them through the four-color tent area with an undeniable expression on his face.
Nothing weird here, just normal tents.
There is no messy tent with various decoration styles that appeared in the original Quidditch final.
But from time to time they saw a little wizard casting the [Fluorescent Curse] inside, illuminating the entire tent flickering, and people's shadows were printed on the tent, like silhouettes.
At this time, Percy stopped, came to the edge of the tent, and tapped the tent with his wand, and every time he tapped, there was light.
The tents began to shake violently like an earthquake (only the one that was hit), and Percy stopped his movements with a cold face until the little wizard agreed to sleep.
Harry and McGuffin looked at each other, thinking that it would be better for them to be honest and obedient.
—Looking at the situation, Percy was in a bad mood for ten minutes.
Finally, Percy led them to the middle of the three-meter-tall, blazing bonfire.
The bonfire is a frame made of thick trees... McGuffin saw bright red salamanders crawling around in the flames, spitting out sparks, making the flames more vigorous and lasting.
Simo Figani was sitting on the cold ground, his head was shaking.
Next to him was the huge bonfire, flickering and flickering flames, illuminating his tired face flickeringly.
"Dude? . . . Seamus!" Harry called softly, patting him on the shoulder.
"Ah!? Harry, it's you McGuffins, thank God, I thought I was going to be here alone tonight!" Seamus rubbed his eyes and said overjoyed.
Then the two found their dormitory tent under the guidance of sleepy Seamus.
Like the Quidditch uniform, the most representative colors of Gryffindor are yellow and red.
The same is true for the other three houses, and two or three tents away from their tents is the dark green Slytherin tent area.
Hanging on the curtain outside the tent was a very crude wooden sign with the words [Second Grade] crookedly written on it.
A few people walked in, and it was not as bad as imagined.
Not that cramped.
It should have been cast [Untraceable Stretching Curse].
The space is about the size of an average one-bedroom, and the ground is not cold lawn, earth, or a sheet of tent fabric.
The floor was actually covered with a blanket of exotic colors, which felt like wool.
It wasn't until several people lay down in their sleeping bags that they realized that the carpet was slightly emitting heat.
It was warm and comfortable to sleep on.
"McGuffin, where have you been..."
Simo Figani asked strangely.
But before he could finish a sentence, his voice gradually stopped, and he seemed to have fallen asleep next to the pillow.
McGuffin and Harry didn't say much. After discussing getting up tomorrow morning and going to see Ron and Hermione for the first time, they closed their eyes and tried hard to fall asleep.
Outside the tent, the huge bonfire was still burning, making the outside of the tent constantly flickering.
Figures kept passing by.
Percy or other prefects, the professor kept going back and forth.
In the silence, McGuffin heard voices... Harry was also tossing and turning, and it seemed that he was also tossing and turning.
Too!So many things happened today.
By the way, there was also yesterday...
— Falk!
Looking at it this way, it's really damn "evil"!
(End of this chapter)
