Chapter 210 Closed
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Yun Yin Shen
Chapter 210 Closed
(The title should be - Confinement)
Hagrid seemed to be caught in his mind, and he pulled his beard fiercely.
He quickly stuffed the fudge into Harry's mouth.
"How can there be, how can there be anything!"
"I just want to go to Romania to see Norbert! . . . "
Noble was a little dragon that Hagrid got from Quilinus Quirrell last semester, and they were sent to Ron's brother Charlie, who was studying dragons in Romania.
—Hagrid loved the little dragon very much.
Speaking of this, several people didn't know what to say to Hagrid, and the topic was a bit cold for a while.
At the same time, Harry's teeth were stuck together tightly by the lactose, unable to speak.
Ron was still 'fighting' with the group of bat spirits across the iron barrel.
Hermione was a little dissatisfied with McGuffin's description of Lockhart as a fool and rich man, and she sharply expressed her views on McGuffin.
"Why do you think of Professor Lockhart like this, MacGuffin! He has only achieved achievements that most wizards cannot achieve through his own efforts, and he deserves those wealth!"
"Professor Lockhart is fully qualified for his position. He didn't accept this job because of Gallon. Didn't you listen to what he said in the book "I Wandered in XZ with the Snowman"? His passion to pass on his experience, experience, and skills to others is the reason why he accepted this job."
"For example... Isn't his handling of the conflict just now appropriate and beneficial?"
"appropriate??"
"……benefit!??"
After hearing it, Ron yelled in the iron barrel, but unfortunately, after halfway, there was no more to say, and he seemed to be shocked by the echoing voice.
The bat (snot) spirits became even more crazy because of this sound, and the clanging of the iron barrels kept ringing.
After a while, Ron finally took down the iron bucket and said with all his strength to drive away the bats that wanted to jump on his face.
"Look at me...you can call this a proper benefit??!"
Hermione said naturally, "After all, you did break the school rules, and Ron and McGuffin are still punished. What's more, Ron, your new wand was given by Professor Lockhart."
"Whether it's his character or the way he handles things, Professor Dumbledore obviously thinks he's the most suitable candidate—"
"It's the only candidate. Except for Snape, almost no normal wizard wants to do it... Hermione, you should also know that almost none of the professors of Defense Against the Dark Arts in the last few sessions has done a long job. At this time, it is a well-known rumor in the magic world... this position is unlucky!"
McGuffin stood up and helped Ron put the bucket back on his head.
"I can't think of any reason for Professor Lockhart to stay in this dangerous position other than fame and profit... Ugh! You will never tell me, Hermione, why he stayed in this position for his lofty ideals... wanting to educate little wizards and so on!"
"Think of those books! And his extraordinarily warm attitude towards Harry!"
"You know I'm right!" said the MacGuffin firmly.
--Humph!
Hermione snorted softly, her face clouded with rain, and she stopped talking.
Seeing the situation, Hagrid quickly interrupted, "Anyway, Professor Lockhart is better than Quilina Schillo last semester,... I heard that after what happened last semester, the Ministry of Magic intensified its background checks on new Hogwarts professors. If Professor Lockhart wasn't so famous, he wouldn't have easily become a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts."
"By the way, tell me, Ron, why do you want to curse Malfoy! You must know that you and McGuffin are still punished!"
"Malfoy made a very nasty swear word, . . . he called Hermione a 'Mudblood,' Hagrid—" Ron's voice came from the barrel.
"Is it true?" Hagrid was very indignant.
"Yes," replied Hermione, "I thought that was pretty rude..."
"I don't think it's a big deal! Malfoy doesn't know how to call me that many times, and I don't care..."
MacGuffin interrupted, with a very flat expression on his face.
"You don't understand, MacGuffin... This should be the most insulting words Malfoy can think of... Those Death Eaters first used this to humiliate Muggle-born wizards. At that time, people didn't take it seriously, and then they killed wantonly... The wizarding world is full of blood and rain."
Ron lifted the iron bucket and exposed his head halfway. He pulled an extra-large bat spirit out of the bucket, fell to the side faintly, and said.
"That's the slur they use to distinguish between those of wizarding blood—pure, mixed, and pure Muggle-born...and I think the reason you don't care, MacGuffin, is because you seem to teach Malfoy a lesson every time you meet..."
Ron directly pointed out why McGuffin was not angry.
McGuffin smirked a few times and stopped talking.
At this point Harry finally broke his mouth out of his lactose 'gummy hell' and was able to speak.
He was aroused by this topic, "By the way, McGuffin, how did you manage to throw two Slytherin Quidditch players almost instantly..."
McGuffin stood up and said, "I am born with supernatural power! If you don't believe it..."
He walked up to Hagrid, with a look of 'squeezing the strength to feed' on his face, and with all his strength, he lifted it up, even above his head, under Hagrid's surprised and bewildered expression.
"Calm down, calm down! This is just a routine operation... As long as Harry, Ron and you follow me to exercise a little bit, you can reach this level... just 50 sit-ups a day, 100... long-distance running of 8000 meters..." McGuffin said jokingly.
He put Hagrid back on the ground.
Hagrid jumped, he couldn't believe being lifted up like that by a little wizard.
- The ground trembled slightly.
Harry, Ron looked stunned.
It made Hermione giggle, and she explained the principle (McGuffin instantly casts the [Levitation Curse] without a wand), which she had already seen.
"[Levitation Curse] is there such a way to cast spells? ... This is too cool!" Harry exclaimed.
With that said, after a few people finished drinking tea, Ron finally escaped from the miserable situation in the iron bucket. Those bat spirits had all turned into nose bumps (surprisingly large) and fell to the ground, making them sick for a while.
Hagrid had no choice but to drag them into the vegetable patch beside him to see those big pumpkins.
"He looks pretty good, doesn't he?"
Hearing several people's repeated praises, Hagrid was very happy.
As for McGuffin, he found a few roosters here. It seemed that no one had awakened the basilisk, otherwise the first step would be to deal with these roosters.
When Harry wondered how Hagrid made the pumpkin so big.
Hermione explained - this is caused by the [Expansion Curse].
When they were about to leave, Hagrid suddenly asked, "Harry, last time I wanted to settle accounts with you. I heard that you held an autograph session. Why didn't you invite me..."
Harry was very angry about this, and he didn't expect that such rumors would reach Hagrid.
"I don't, I'm not... If I know that Lockhart is spreading such rumors, I will..."
Hagrid smiled, "I'm just kidding, I know you wouldn't be this kind of person... If you had planned to do this, you would have been able to see you in major bookstores long ago... Maybe according to what McGuffin said, you are very likely that Lockhart is much more famous now..."
Harry thought about his 'perfect smile' every day... Changing into two sets of brightly colored wizard robes of different styles in the morning and afternoon, boasting exaggeratedly all the time...
He shuddered immediately.
"Don't, don't talk nonsense!"
Harry couldn't imagine himself being the same kind of person as Lockhart.
In the end, when they were leaving, Hagrid gave each of them a small pumpkin the size of a palm. The color was bright and cute.
It was for the MacGuffins to carve Halloween pumpkin miniature lanterns with their own wands.
It looks so cute.
……
7:55
In front of the Defense Against the Dark Arts office.
Ron was very worried. He was afraid that Gilderoy Lockhart would do something to him again.After hesitating for a long time, he still knocked on the door.
"Ah, here comes the little daredevil, don't smash anything this time!"
Lockhart was wearing a purple robe and opened the door with a smile on his face.
There are countless framed pictures (Self-Portrait of Lockhart) hanging in his office, all of which have their teeth lit up by candles (half the room is filled with enchanted candles).
As soon as he entered the door, Ron saw a low stool not far from the window, with a transparent glass box on it, and two high and low shelves on it to support the half of the wand.
His half wand.
This made Ron's embarrassing ears blush.
——I didn't expect Gildero to do this.
Next to the wand, there were several large silver-white boxes, shining...
Not only that, but other places are also full of golden light and magnificence.
Compared with his predecessor Quirrell, there is no doubt that the decoration in this office is much friendlier.
But it's not like a place where a normal person lives.
Such was Gilderoy Lockhart's taste.
Lockhart clapped his hands, bringing Ron's sanity back from the situation that blinded him.
"Okay, come here, let's recall the day 'What mistake did Wizard Lockhart accidentally get knocked down by a little wizard'...What happened that day." Lockhart said to Ron with a 'standard smile'.
Ron opened his mouth and closed it again.
—he felt like nothing he said would work.
And there is a long roll of sheepskin on his table, on which a quill pen (made of very long peacock tail feathers) is constantly writing automatically.
It seems Lockhart is really going to write this story into the latest edition of the book...
Ron felt that he was going to suffer a lot tonight!
I don't know if McGuffin will be better than himself?
……
On the other hand, McGuffin came to the entrance of the lobby on the first floor and saw Filch waiting for him there.
"Come with me!" Filch walked out of Hogwarts Castle slowly, holding an oil lamp.
This reminded McGuffin of last semester, could it be the Forbidden Forest again?
——This made him breathe a sigh of relief. After all, whether it was facing Hagrid or going to the Forbidden Forest, these methods of confinement were very easy for him.
"I think the best teacher is when you are suffering and working! Since you can't suffer, I can only let you suffer!"
"I think Dumbledore is still too tolerant. If you were 20 years in the morning, I would hang you by the wrist, hang from the ceiling, and add some small criminal laws. Only then will you learn your lesson..."
Filch led the MacGuffin in front of them and chattered non-stop. They strode across the pitch-dark field, and instead of going to the Forbidden Forest as McGuffin expected, they came to the vicinity of the third greenhouse.
Professor Sprout was there waiting for McGuffin.
"Okay, Filch, give me the McGuffin!!" After seeing the McGuffin coming, Professor Sprout breathed a sigh of relief and pushed open the door of the third greenhouse.
Only Filch was still there complaining that McGuffin and Ron didn't deserve such a light punishment, which would ruin the atmosphere of Hogwarts school.
Holding the lamp, he walked towards the castle, staggering and disappearing into the darkness.
After that, Professor Sprout led McGuffin into the third greenhouse, while introducing what he was asked to do tonight.
——No matter what, McGuffin doesn't want to get close to that king flower anymore.
The third greenhouse in the dark is completely different from the last time the day came.
There are dandelion-like plants floating in mid-air here (above their heads), emitting a slight blue fluorescence, just like those jellyfish in the ocean.
Wandering, gathering, scattered, various shapes, flickering.
Very peculiar.
And this kind of fluorescence provides just the right light in the greenhouse, just enough for McGuffin to see the surroundings clearly, without destroying the unique hazy and magical beauty of the third greenhouse in the dark at night.
Professor Sprout, a follower of McGuffin, kept going around, and she asked MacGuffin to take out his wand.
"You have to be careful. This is not the first or second greenhouse after all. Some magical plants that are difficult to survive in ordinary environments grow here..."
"Of course, you don't have to worry, it won't cause serious harm... It's just that these little cuties have some bad tastes! Remember not to hurt them! These are extremely precious!" Professor Sprout turned around and asked very seriously.
The words in these words did not make McGuffin ask a taste of Hagrid.
That's how he described the fire dragon and the three-headed dog at that time...
- not good!Very bad!
Professor Sprout continued, "Your task tonight is to patrol here while I'm processing the herbs that are about to mature..."
After not taking two steps, they stopped again.
In the blue fluorescent light, McGuire found that this place was very familiar,
Huge flowers rose from the flat ground, and the vines above formed a hollow spectacle. Under the blue fluorescent light, all of this was even more unbelievably bleak and beautiful.
Moreover, this familiar memory stimulated his sense of smell, and a wave of unbearable memories rushed to his heart instantly.
"This is?"
"That's right... Rafflesia is finally going to mature!" Professor Sprout said excitedly.
— Wardfark!
McGuffin immediately felt like running.
It has been changed...I was so tired yesterday that I even typed the title of the chapter wrong.
(End of this chapter)
(The title should be - Confinement)
Hagrid seemed to be caught in his mind, and he pulled his beard fiercely.
He quickly stuffed the fudge into Harry's mouth.
"How can there be, how can there be anything!"
"I just want to go to Romania to see Norbert! . . . "
Noble was a little dragon that Hagrid got from Quilinus Quirrell last semester, and they were sent to Ron's brother Charlie, who was studying dragons in Romania.
—Hagrid loved the little dragon very much.
Speaking of this, several people didn't know what to say to Hagrid, and the topic was a bit cold for a while.
At the same time, Harry's teeth were stuck together tightly by the lactose, unable to speak.
Ron was still 'fighting' with the group of bat spirits across the iron barrel.
Hermione was a little dissatisfied with McGuffin's description of Lockhart as a fool and rich man, and she sharply expressed her views on McGuffin.
"Why do you think of Professor Lockhart like this, MacGuffin! He has only achieved achievements that most wizards cannot achieve through his own efforts, and he deserves those wealth!"
"Professor Lockhart is fully qualified for his position. He didn't accept this job because of Gallon. Didn't you listen to what he said in the book "I Wandered in XZ with the Snowman"? His passion to pass on his experience, experience, and skills to others is the reason why he accepted this job."
"For example... Isn't his handling of the conflict just now appropriate and beneficial?"
"appropriate??"
"……benefit!??"
After hearing it, Ron yelled in the iron barrel, but unfortunately, after halfway, there was no more to say, and he seemed to be shocked by the echoing voice.
The bat (snot) spirits became even more crazy because of this sound, and the clanging of the iron barrels kept ringing.
After a while, Ron finally took down the iron bucket and said with all his strength to drive away the bats that wanted to jump on his face.
"Look at me...you can call this a proper benefit??!"
Hermione said naturally, "After all, you did break the school rules, and Ron and McGuffin are still punished. What's more, Ron, your new wand was given by Professor Lockhart."
"Whether it's his character or the way he handles things, Professor Dumbledore obviously thinks he's the most suitable candidate—"
"It's the only candidate. Except for Snape, almost no normal wizard wants to do it... Hermione, you should also know that almost none of the professors of Defense Against the Dark Arts in the last few sessions has done a long job. At this time, it is a well-known rumor in the magic world... this position is unlucky!"
McGuffin stood up and helped Ron put the bucket back on his head.
"I can't think of any reason for Professor Lockhart to stay in this dangerous position other than fame and profit... Ugh! You will never tell me, Hermione, why he stayed in this position for his lofty ideals... wanting to educate little wizards and so on!"
"Think of those books! And his extraordinarily warm attitude towards Harry!"
"You know I'm right!" said the MacGuffin firmly.
--Humph!
Hermione snorted softly, her face clouded with rain, and she stopped talking.
Seeing the situation, Hagrid quickly interrupted, "Anyway, Professor Lockhart is better than Quilina Schillo last semester,... I heard that after what happened last semester, the Ministry of Magic intensified its background checks on new Hogwarts professors. If Professor Lockhart wasn't so famous, he wouldn't have easily become a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts."
"By the way, tell me, Ron, why do you want to curse Malfoy! You must know that you and McGuffin are still punished!"
"Malfoy made a very nasty swear word, . . . he called Hermione a 'Mudblood,' Hagrid—" Ron's voice came from the barrel.
"Is it true?" Hagrid was very indignant.
"Yes," replied Hermione, "I thought that was pretty rude..."
"I don't think it's a big deal! Malfoy doesn't know how to call me that many times, and I don't care..."
MacGuffin interrupted, with a very flat expression on his face.
"You don't understand, MacGuffin... This should be the most insulting words Malfoy can think of... Those Death Eaters first used this to humiliate Muggle-born wizards. At that time, people didn't take it seriously, and then they killed wantonly... The wizarding world is full of blood and rain."
Ron lifted the iron bucket and exposed his head halfway. He pulled an extra-large bat spirit out of the bucket, fell to the side faintly, and said.
"That's the slur they use to distinguish between those of wizarding blood—pure, mixed, and pure Muggle-born...and I think the reason you don't care, MacGuffin, is because you seem to teach Malfoy a lesson every time you meet..."
Ron directly pointed out why McGuffin was not angry.
McGuffin smirked a few times and stopped talking.
At this point Harry finally broke his mouth out of his lactose 'gummy hell' and was able to speak.
He was aroused by this topic, "By the way, McGuffin, how did you manage to throw two Slytherin Quidditch players almost instantly..."
McGuffin stood up and said, "I am born with supernatural power! If you don't believe it..."
He walked up to Hagrid, with a look of 'squeezing the strength to feed' on his face, and with all his strength, he lifted it up, even above his head, under Hagrid's surprised and bewildered expression.
"Calm down, calm down! This is just a routine operation... As long as Harry, Ron and you follow me to exercise a little bit, you can reach this level... just 50 sit-ups a day, 100... long-distance running of 8000 meters..." McGuffin said jokingly.
He put Hagrid back on the ground.
Hagrid jumped, he couldn't believe being lifted up like that by a little wizard.
- The ground trembled slightly.
Harry, Ron looked stunned.
It made Hermione giggle, and she explained the principle (McGuffin instantly casts the [Levitation Curse] without a wand), which she had already seen.
"[Levitation Curse] is there such a way to cast spells? ... This is too cool!" Harry exclaimed.
With that said, after a few people finished drinking tea, Ron finally escaped from the miserable situation in the iron bucket. Those bat spirits had all turned into nose bumps (surprisingly large) and fell to the ground, making them sick for a while.
Hagrid had no choice but to drag them into the vegetable patch beside him to see those big pumpkins.
"He looks pretty good, doesn't he?"
Hearing several people's repeated praises, Hagrid was very happy.
As for McGuffin, he found a few roosters here. It seemed that no one had awakened the basilisk, otherwise the first step would be to deal with these roosters.
When Harry wondered how Hagrid made the pumpkin so big.
Hermione explained - this is caused by the [Expansion Curse].
When they were about to leave, Hagrid suddenly asked, "Harry, last time I wanted to settle accounts with you. I heard that you held an autograph session. Why didn't you invite me..."
Harry was very angry about this, and he didn't expect that such rumors would reach Hagrid.
"I don't, I'm not... If I know that Lockhart is spreading such rumors, I will..."
Hagrid smiled, "I'm just kidding, I know you wouldn't be this kind of person... If you had planned to do this, you would have been able to see you in major bookstores long ago... Maybe according to what McGuffin said, you are very likely that Lockhart is much more famous now..."
Harry thought about his 'perfect smile' every day... Changing into two sets of brightly colored wizard robes of different styles in the morning and afternoon, boasting exaggeratedly all the time...
He shuddered immediately.
"Don't, don't talk nonsense!"
Harry couldn't imagine himself being the same kind of person as Lockhart.
In the end, when they were leaving, Hagrid gave each of them a small pumpkin the size of a palm. The color was bright and cute.
It was for the MacGuffins to carve Halloween pumpkin miniature lanterns with their own wands.
It looks so cute.
……
7:55
In front of the Defense Against the Dark Arts office.
Ron was very worried. He was afraid that Gilderoy Lockhart would do something to him again.After hesitating for a long time, he still knocked on the door.
"Ah, here comes the little daredevil, don't smash anything this time!"
Lockhart was wearing a purple robe and opened the door with a smile on his face.
There are countless framed pictures (Self-Portrait of Lockhart) hanging in his office, all of which have their teeth lit up by candles (half the room is filled with enchanted candles).
As soon as he entered the door, Ron saw a low stool not far from the window, with a transparent glass box on it, and two high and low shelves on it to support the half of the wand.
His half wand.
This made Ron's embarrassing ears blush.
——I didn't expect Gildero to do this.
Next to the wand, there were several large silver-white boxes, shining...
Not only that, but other places are also full of golden light and magnificence.
Compared with his predecessor Quirrell, there is no doubt that the decoration in this office is much friendlier.
But it's not like a place where a normal person lives.
Such was Gilderoy Lockhart's taste.
Lockhart clapped his hands, bringing Ron's sanity back from the situation that blinded him.
"Okay, come here, let's recall the day 'What mistake did Wizard Lockhart accidentally get knocked down by a little wizard'...What happened that day." Lockhart said to Ron with a 'standard smile'.
Ron opened his mouth and closed it again.
—he felt like nothing he said would work.
And there is a long roll of sheepskin on his table, on which a quill pen (made of very long peacock tail feathers) is constantly writing automatically.
It seems Lockhart is really going to write this story into the latest edition of the book...
Ron felt that he was going to suffer a lot tonight!
I don't know if McGuffin will be better than himself?
……
On the other hand, McGuffin came to the entrance of the lobby on the first floor and saw Filch waiting for him there.
"Come with me!" Filch walked out of Hogwarts Castle slowly, holding an oil lamp.
This reminded McGuffin of last semester, could it be the Forbidden Forest again?
——This made him breathe a sigh of relief. After all, whether it was facing Hagrid or going to the Forbidden Forest, these methods of confinement were very easy for him.
"I think the best teacher is when you are suffering and working! Since you can't suffer, I can only let you suffer!"
"I think Dumbledore is still too tolerant. If you were 20 years in the morning, I would hang you by the wrist, hang from the ceiling, and add some small criminal laws. Only then will you learn your lesson..."
Filch led the MacGuffin in front of them and chattered non-stop. They strode across the pitch-dark field, and instead of going to the Forbidden Forest as McGuffin expected, they came to the vicinity of the third greenhouse.
Professor Sprout was there waiting for McGuffin.
"Okay, Filch, give me the McGuffin!!" After seeing the McGuffin coming, Professor Sprout breathed a sigh of relief and pushed open the door of the third greenhouse.
Only Filch was still there complaining that McGuffin and Ron didn't deserve such a light punishment, which would ruin the atmosphere of Hogwarts school.
Holding the lamp, he walked towards the castle, staggering and disappearing into the darkness.
After that, Professor Sprout led McGuffin into the third greenhouse, while introducing what he was asked to do tonight.
——No matter what, McGuffin doesn't want to get close to that king flower anymore.
The third greenhouse in the dark is completely different from the last time the day came.
There are dandelion-like plants floating in mid-air here (above their heads), emitting a slight blue fluorescence, just like those jellyfish in the ocean.
Wandering, gathering, scattered, various shapes, flickering.
Very peculiar.
And this kind of fluorescence provides just the right light in the greenhouse, just enough for McGuffin to see the surroundings clearly, without destroying the unique hazy and magical beauty of the third greenhouse in the dark at night.
Professor Sprout, a follower of McGuffin, kept going around, and she asked MacGuffin to take out his wand.
"You have to be careful. This is not the first or second greenhouse after all. Some magical plants that are difficult to survive in ordinary environments grow here..."
"Of course, you don't have to worry, it won't cause serious harm... It's just that these little cuties have some bad tastes! Remember not to hurt them! These are extremely precious!" Professor Sprout turned around and asked very seriously.
The words in these words did not make McGuffin ask a taste of Hagrid.
That's how he described the fire dragon and the three-headed dog at that time...
- not good!Very bad!
Professor Sprout continued, "Your task tonight is to patrol here while I'm processing the herbs that are about to mature..."
After not taking two steps, they stopped again.
In the blue fluorescent light, McGuire found that this place was very familiar,
Huge flowers rose from the flat ground, and the vines above formed a hollow spectacle. Under the blue fluorescent light, all of this was even more unbelievably bleak and beautiful.
Moreover, this familiar memory stimulated his sense of smell, and a wave of unbearable memories rushed to his heart instantly.
"This is?"
"That's right... Rafflesia is finally going to mature!" Professor Sprout said excitedly.
— Wardfark!
McGuffin immediately felt like running.
It has been changed...I was so tired yesterday that I even typed the title of the chapter wrong.
(End of this chapter)
