Chapter 219 Borrowing Books
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Yun Yin Shen
Chapter 219 Borrowing Books
"I knew it, I knew it!" Ron kept muttering to himself from the very beginning.
After he came out of David Goodman, he started to face McGuffin with a face full of excitement, and the three of Harry talked non-stop.
"Malfoy must have done it..."
"Calm down, Ron, Malfoy has no motive for doing this!"
"That's right, Ron, if you think about it, it won't do him any good at all. If there are insults and attacks on us, nine out of ten he did it..." McGuffin persuaded from the side.
"I've told Mr. David Goodman, and I feel he's taken my word for it... I'm afraid we'll see him go home on the Hogwarts train tomorrow!"
Ron clenched his fists, his face was flushed, his eyes were glowing, and he stomped his feet. He looked even more excited than he had picked up Galleon.
At this moment, a voice came from the opposite corridor.
Dragging a long cavity, it feels sticky.
"I've told Mr. David Goodman, Assistant to the Minister for Magic... these things must be the work of Harry Potter and his henchman Ron."
"Don't you think the last time Hogwarts became like this was caused by Ron Weasley's 'stink bomb'? It caused us to stay overnight in a tent full of poor taste. Last time, we had the shelter of that old lunatic Dumbledore, so he escaped by chance."
"Now... Mr. David Goodman, the assistant representing the Minister of Magic, has come to Hogwarts... We Slytherins must take this opportunity to drive Harry and his followers, especially that little lunatic McGuffin Albert, out of Hogwarts."
"Keep this in mind when you are questioned by Mr. David Goodman..."
"Don't let those mudbloods and lunatics defile this honorable and glorious school. If possible, you should try to report to Mr. Goodman the evidence of Dumbledore's 'corruption and breaking the law'... My father will also cooperate with the Hogwarts board of directors to try to get those annoying guys out of Hogwarts. The Purification School will start with this step."
—It's Malfoy!
His rambling voice gradually approached, coming from around the corner.
"Let me tell you... it's safe this time, the annoying Harry Potter and McGuffin will definitely..."
Malfoy's voice faltered as he turned the corner and saw
—Harry Potter and Ron Weasley were struggling to break free from McGuffin and Hermione, trying to rush forward.
"Oh! Who was I then? It was Harry Potter and his little minion..."
"What? McGuffin Albert, why are you pulling the two of them, can't you throw people into the air?"
"I already know your little trick..."
"My little trick," McGuffin said, staring at Malfoy.
Now that they have been confronted face to face, McGuffin thinks he should let himself come—to see if he can avoid confrontation as much as possible. After all, the investigator of the Ministry of Magic, David Goodman, is still in school, and they should try their best not to cause trouble, so as not to get into trouble.
Malfoy stepped forward and stared at the McGuffin.
"Last time, you must have cast spells secretly to become extremely powerful... However, the situation has changed now. This time your doomsday has come, and Dumbledore is also in danger. I advise you to go back to your Muggle home with your tail between your legs as soon as possible, so that you may save a little life!"
Sure enough, it would be more comfortable to punch this guy directly.
McGuffin pinched his fingers, his expression unkind.
"Meow--"
Just when the few people were about to fight, there was a sharp and piercing cry from behind Malfoy.
They turned and looked, and two yellow eyes, shining like lamps, were staring at them.
It was Mrs. Norris, the scrawny cat approaching them all silently.
She was Filch's only friend and helper, and his most capable second in the never-ending battle between the Gatekeeper and all the students of Hogwarts.
None of the students wanted to confront Filch, especially now that he saw nearly all of them as potential criminals.
"Let's go!" Hermione suggested.
"Don't pay attention to that guy, or Filch will be in trouble when he comes."
Although he didn't make a sound, McGuffin looked at Malfoy's expression on the opposite side... He probably thought so too.
In tacit agreement, they sideways around each other, ready to leave.
But Filch, the Squib...maybe the only magic was used on this cat, and there was a mysterious connection between them.
Whenever something happens, it can always be discovered through this cat.
"Stop, what are you guys doing here?"
Filch came rushing around the corner, gasping for breath, with a look of madness on his face.
"Are we just standing here discussing what happened that night?"
Almost everyone was nodding, and no one wanted to face an exasperated Filch asking for trouble.
"is it?"
Filch stood where he was, staring suspiciously for a moment, until Mrs. Norris let out a loud meow, rushed over and ran towards the other side of the corridor.
Only then did he let go of the little wizard in front of him angrily, and hurriedly chased after him.
"Dear Mrs. Norris, have you found Peeves?"
"I must not let him go this time. I must catch it and find a way to get Mr. David Goodman to drive it out of Hogwarts."
He hurriedly chased the cat away again, leaving a few people behind.
After such an accident... McGuffin and Malfoy were no longer in the mood to fight each other here, and after a few harsh words, they hurriedly left, fearing that Filch would return later.
……
"What are you doing, McGuffin!"
Ron's disgusted voice sounded in the Gryffindor common room.
Harry looked up from the pile of books to see the McGuffin dangling a glass bottle.
There were about five or six spiders crawling around in a dizzy circle in the bottle.
From time to time, McGuffin found some flying insects and threw them into it to feed.
Ron turned sideways, far away, resisting the urge to run away.
"What's the matter?" Harry asked, "Are you afraid of such a small spider, Ron?"
"I just don't like these little furry, eight-legged monsters..."
Hermione looked at it in surprise, "You used spiders many times in Potions class, and last time in the Forbidden Forest, I saw that you didn't faint from fright..."
The roots of Ron's ears were red, and he said angrily, "I don't care about the spider material, and I'm not afraid, I just have a shadow in my heart... I hate the way they crawl..."
Hermione giggled.
"What are you laughing at, if someone turned your teddy bear into a big ugly spider and crawled on your face for half an hour when you were three years old, you wouldn't like them..."
"Imagine those furry limbs running across your face, and the spider's pincers constantly poking at your eyes..."
He shivered and couldn't continue.
McGuffin kept apologizing and put the spider under the table.
"I don't know why you collect those little things, MacGuffin, you better screw the lid on, or I'll let Scabbers trample them to death..."
Ron made the most 'deadly' threat, making Hermione, and Harry stifle a laugh.
Harry decided it was best not to talk about it, so he said, "McGuffin, have you done your homework?"
"I really can't do the homework of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class..."
"promise!"
McGuffin gave Harry and Ron references for his Transfiguration class, herbal medicine class, and Defense Against the Dark Arts class.
This made Ron feel a little relieved.
He hurriedly flipped through McGuffin's homework to 'study'.
Hermione's face immediately stretched, "You can't learn any useful knowledge by doing things like this..."
"Come on, Hermione!"
She stood up and confiscated all of McGuffin's homework amid Harry and Ron's complaints.
"I'm doing this for your own good. When the final exam of this semester comes, you will understand..."
Harry watched with a little envy as McGuffin boredly took out the blueprint of his magic flying rocket broom, trying hard to complete Wood's request.
He didn't understand when and how this guy finished his homework.
McGuffin seemed to be working on the design, but was actually thinking about the Chamber of Secrets and what happened that night.
Just looking at the details of the situation, it has nothing to do with Malfoy or their family.
Who did it?
McGuffin matched all the villains that came to mind in the original book one by one, and there seemed to be no suspicion.
As for the matter of the secret room, just in case, McGuffin raised some spiders to be on guard, as an alarm device.
In addition, there is [Blood Curse],...you must complete Wood's mission, so that you have a surplus talent point...
At this time, Hermione frowned and checked McGuffin's Defense Against the Dark Arts paper, with a very displeased expression.
"McGuffin, you can't write like this... this..."
"...This is wrong!"
After talking for a long time, but unable to find any suitable reason, Hermione threw her homework back in front of McGuffin with a dark face.
Since that night, after Professor Lockhart fainted and recovered, perhaps in order to cover up his humiliating moment, he intensified his use of the contents of his books as teaching content and homework.
Show large paragraphs and recite the descriptions of the monsters in each book during class, then boast about yourself and praise yourself, and finally arrange the papers that seem to be related to the Defense Against the Dark Arts class (those werewolves, snowmen, vampires, ghosts...).
"You already have a general understanding of the way to deal with these monsters. My method is always the most practical...Of course, the next step is to rely on you to study in depth...Go to the library and use all the materials you can find...Combine them...write on parchment...ten-inch 'small papers', not many, very easy."
Gilderoy Lockhart always ends his class with this passage.
But McGuffin always has a way to complete these tasks and tasks easily.
He mixed a large paragraph, a large paragraph of flattery with some messy information, as long as it seems to be related to the content of the book.
Properly, it can be mixed into other people's homework and passed.
After Ron and Harry knew about this method, they originally wanted to adopt this method, but they forgot one important thing.
——They were also important teaching props in Gilderoy Lockhart's classroom.
So the next day, in Defense Against the Dark Arts class, the two blushed and read their sycophantic papers on Gilderoy Lockhart aloud in front of the class.
However, such a public execution is not over yet.
After that, the two of them took to the stage to perform the content of the book in another very dramatic performance.
As a sidekick and villain buffoon.
Today Harry plays the werewolf and Ron is the lost Red Riding Hood, the little witch.
Gildero smiled cordially and couldn't refuse, and put a red and colorful Little Red Riding Hood on the desperate and frustrated Ron.
(Nearly all the students burst out laughing, . . . the laughter continued for the rest of the class, almost to the point of knocking the roof off.)
"Come on, howl well...that's right, that's how werewolves move and howl...
Classmates, if you meet a werewolf on the way, if you don't take out your wand, don't act rashly. You should keep your eyes on the monster's glasses and take out your wand slowly.
…Remember that werewolves move beyond the power limit of ordinary wizards, very fast, very fast, when you are within a very short distance, you can’t react at all...
Well, believe it or not, I was almost face-to-face with a werewolf, and slammed him like this - so I knocked him down with one hand and put my wand against his neck and cast a very complex transfiguration spell with the rest of my strength
—the werewolf let out a miserable groan (Harry, what are you doing, roll off, hurry up, Lockhart yelled.)
—yes, keep doing that, and the werewolf... (Harry, yelling again, taller)...reverts back to being a different person again,
Simple and effective, remember that the simplest behavior to deal with a crisis is usually the smallest action, the most direct instinctive reaction...don't learn from me...training, only a lot of training can face these dangerous monsters.
Then there's another village that will always remember me as a hero, and I save them from the monthly werewolf scare. "
"Okay, give us two players who play the image, some applause as encouragement..." Lockhart finally clapped himself to drive the rhythm, which almost made Harry and Ron faint.
The bell rang for the end of get out of class, and Harry and Ron returned to their seats with pale faces, as if fleeing.
Hermione gave the look they deserved.
"McGuffin, what are you doing, what are you doing... let me go!"
"Harry, there's something wrong, please help me!"
At this time, McGuffin pulled Harry, who wanted to escape in a hurry, to the podium.
"Professor Lockhart?" McGuffin said enthusiastically, "I would like to borrow a book from the library, hoping to learn more about the background knowledge from it, and how you overcome dangerous situations and fight back from the Jedi...to study more deeply."
Gildero obviously remembered this young man who often flattered himself, and said to McGuffin with a smile on his face.
"Ah, what book is in it!" He took the note.
At this time, Hermione brought Ron to the podium, to see what the hell McGuffin was doing.
"The slow-onset venom in "Traveling with Ghouls" and the related background in "Traveling with Vampires"...is the background knowledge of how rampant those dark monsters were in the late 18th century in England, and the wizards were fighting against each other..."
"This kind of more in-depth research, I guess you are already familiar with it, but through your own hard work and searching for information, you can have a better understanding of your great deeds."
"You are really a good little wizard. The current little wizard lacks your spirit of support. How can I not show a little support?"
With a grin on Lockhart's face, he drew out the huge peacock quill.
The flamboyantly signed a big, cursive name on the note, and gave it back to McGuffin.
"It's very beautiful. This is a special gift for myself when my first book was included in the [Wizard Daily] bestseller list. I usually only use it to sign books."
They listened to Gilderoy Lockhart's bragging for a while before they were able to leave.
"Gideroy Lockhart's signature..." Hermione was very eye-catching.
"McGuffin, what are you doing?" Ron asked.
"Go to the library to find some books and see if you can find some books about that mutant plant. I remember I saw it in the book in the restricted area last year." McGuffin whispered.
(End of this chapter)
"I knew it, I knew it!" Ron kept muttering to himself from the very beginning.
After he came out of David Goodman, he started to face McGuffin with a face full of excitement, and the three of Harry talked non-stop.
"Malfoy must have done it..."
"Calm down, Ron, Malfoy has no motive for doing this!"
"That's right, Ron, if you think about it, it won't do him any good at all. If there are insults and attacks on us, nine out of ten he did it..." McGuffin persuaded from the side.
"I've told Mr. David Goodman, and I feel he's taken my word for it... I'm afraid we'll see him go home on the Hogwarts train tomorrow!"
Ron clenched his fists, his face was flushed, his eyes were glowing, and he stomped his feet. He looked even more excited than he had picked up Galleon.
At this moment, a voice came from the opposite corridor.
Dragging a long cavity, it feels sticky.
"I've told Mr. David Goodman, Assistant to the Minister for Magic... these things must be the work of Harry Potter and his henchman Ron."
"Don't you think the last time Hogwarts became like this was caused by Ron Weasley's 'stink bomb'? It caused us to stay overnight in a tent full of poor taste. Last time, we had the shelter of that old lunatic Dumbledore, so he escaped by chance."
"Now... Mr. David Goodman, the assistant representing the Minister of Magic, has come to Hogwarts... We Slytherins must take this opportunity to drive Harry and his followers, especially that little lunatic McGuffin Albert, out of Hogwarts."
"Keep this in mind when you are questioned by Mr. David Goodman..."
"Don't let those mudbloods and lunatics defile this honorable and glorious school. If possible, you should try to report to Mr. Goodman the evidence of Dumbledore's 'corruption and breaking the law'... My father will also cooperate with the Hogwarts board of directors to try to get those annoying guys out of Hogwarts. The Purification School will start with this step."
—It's Malfoy!
His rambling voice gradually approached, coming from around the corner.
"Let me tell you... it's safe this time, the annoying Harry Potter and McGuffin will definitely..."
Malfoy's voice faltered as he turned the corner and saw
—Harry Potter and Ron Weasley were struggling to break free from McGuffin and Hermione, trying to rush forward.
"Oh! Who was I then? It was Harry Potter and his little minion..."
"What? McGuffin Albert, why are you pulling the two of them, can't you throw people into the air?"
"I already know your little trick..."
"My little trick," McGuffin said, staring at Malfoy.
Now that they have been confronted face to face, McGuffin thinks he should let himself come—to see if he can avoid confrontation as much as possible. After all, the investigator of the Ministry of Magic, David Goodman, is still in school, and they should try their best not to cause trouble, so as not to get into trouble.
Malfoy stepped forward and stared at the McGuffin.
"Last time, you must have cast spells secretly to become extremely powerful... However, the situation has changed now. This time your doomsday has come, and Dumbledore is also in danger. I advise you to go back to your Muggle home with your tail between your legs as soon as possible, so that you may save a little life!"
Sure enough, it would be more comfortable to punch this guy directly.
McGuffin pinched his fingers, his expression unkind.
"Meow--"
Just when the few people were about to fight, there was a sharp and piercing cry from behind Malfoy.
They turned and looked, and two yellow eyes, shining like lamps, were staring at them.
It was Mrs. Norris, the scrawny cat approaching them all silently.
She was Filch's only friend and helper, and his most capable second in the never-ending battle between the Gatekeeper and all the students of Hogwarts.
None of the students wanted to confront Filch, especially now that he saw nearly all of them as potential criminals.
"Let's go!" Hermione suggested.
"Don't pay attention to that guy, or Filch will be in trouble when he comes."
Although he didn't make a sound, McGuffin looked at Malfoy's expression on the opposite side... He probably thought so too.
In tacit agreement, they sideways around each other, ready to leave.
But Filch, the Squib...maybe the only magic was used on this cat, and there was a mysterious connection between them.
Whenever something happens, it can always be discovered through this cat.
"Stop, what are you guys doing here?"
Filch came rushing around the corner, gasping for breath, with a look of madness on his face.
"Are we just standing here discussing what happened that night?"
Almost everyone was nodding, and no one wanted to face an exasperated Filch asking for trouble.
"is it?"
Filch stood where he was, staring suspiciously for a moment, until Mrs. Norris let out a loud meow, rushed over and ran towards the other side of the corridor.
Only then did he let go of the little wizard in front of him angrily, and hurriedly chased after him.
"Dear Mrs. Norris, have you found Peeves?"
"I must not let him go this time. I must catch it and find a way to get Mr. David Goodman to drive it out of Hogwarts."
He hurriedly chased the cat away again, leaving a few people behind.
After such an accident... McGuffin and Malfoy were no longer in the mood to fight each other here, and after a few harsh words, they hurriedly left, fearing that Filch would return later.
……
"What are you doing, McGuffin!"
Ron's disgusted voice sounded in the Gryffindor common room.
Harry looked up from the pile of books to see the McGuffin dangling a glass bottle.
There were about five or six spiders crawling around in a dizzy circle in the bottle.
From time to time, McGuffin found some flying insects and threw them into it to feed.
Ron turned sideways, far away, resisting the urge to run away.
"What's the matter?" Harry asked, "Are you afraid of such a small spider, Ron?"
"I just don't like these little furry, eight-legged monsters..."
Hermione looked at it in surprise, "You used spiders many times in Potions class, and last time in the Forbidden Forest, I saw that you didn't faint from fright..."
The roots of Ron's ears were red, and he said angrily, "I don't care about the spider material, and I'm not afraid, I just have a shadow in my heart... I hate the way they crawl..."
Hermione giggled.
"What are you laughing at, if someone turned your teddy bear into a big ugly spider and crawled on your face for half an hour when you were three years old, you wouldn't like them..."
"Imagine those furry limbs running across your face, and the spider's pincers constantly poking at your eyes..."
He shivered and couldn't continue.
McGuffin kept apologizing and put the spider under the table.
"I don't know why you collect those little things, MacGuffin, you better screw the lid on, or I'll let Scabbers trample them to death..."
Ron made the most 'deadly' threat, making Hermione, and Harry stifle a laugh.
Harry decided it was best not to talk about it, so he said, "McGuffin, have you done your homework?"
"I really can't do the homework of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class..."
"promise!"
McGuffin gave Harry and Ron references for his Transfiguration class, herbal medicine class, and Defense Against the Dark Arts class.
This made Ron feel a little relieved.
He hurriedly flipped through McGuffin's homework to 'study'.
Hermione's face immediately stretched, "You can't learn any useful knowledge by doing things like this..."
"Come on, Hermione!"
She stood up and confiscated all of McGuffin's homework amid Harry and Ron's complaints.
"I'm doing this for your own good. When the final exam of this semester comes, you will understand..."
Harry watched with a little envy as McGuffin boredly took out the blueprint of his magic flying rocket broom, trying hard to complete Wood's request.
He didn't understand when and how this guy finished his homework.
McGuffin seemed to be working on the design, but was actually thinking about the Chamber of Secrets and what happened that night.
Just looking at the details of the situation, it has nothing to do with Malfoy or their family.
Who did it?
McGuffin matched all the villains that came to mind in the original book one by one, and there seemed to be no suspicion.
As for the matter of the secret room, just in case, McGuffin raised some spiders to be on guard, as an alarm device.
In addition, there is [Blood Curse],...you must complete Wood's mission, so that you have a surplus talent point...
At this time, Hermione frowned and checked McGuffin's Defense Against the Dark Arts paper, with a very displeased expression.
"McGuffin, you can't write like this... this..."
"...This is wrong!"
After talking for a long time, but unable to find any suitable reason, Hermione threw her homework back in front of McGuffin with a dark face.
Since that night, after Professor Lockhart fainted and recovered, perhaps in order to cover up his humiliating moment, he intensified his use of the contents of his books as teaching content and homework.
Show large paragraphs and recite the descriptions of the monsters in each book during class, then boast about yourself and praise yourself, and finally arrange the papers that seem to be related to the Defense Against the Dark Arts class (those werewolves, snowmen, vampires, ghosts...).
"You already have a general understanding of the way to deal with these monsters. My method is always the most practical...Of course, the next step is to rely on you to study in depth...Go to the library and use all the materials you can find...Combine them...write on parchment...ten-inch 'small papers', not many, very easy."
Gilderoy Lockhart always ends his class with this passage.
But McGuffin always has a way to complete these tasks and tasks easily.
He mixed a large paragraph, a large paragraph of flattery with some messy information, as long as it seems to be related to the content of the book.
Properly, it can be mixed into other people's homework and passed.
After Ron and Harry knew about this method, they originally wanted to adopt this method, but they forgot one important thing.
——They were also important teaching props in Gilderoy Lockhart's classroom.
So the next day, in Defense Against the Dark Arts class, the two blushed and read their sycophantic papers on Gilderoy Lockhart aloud in front of the class.
However, such a public execution is not over yet.
After that, the two of them took to the stage to perform the content of the book in another very dramatic performance.
As a sidekick and villain buffoon.
Today Harry plays the werewolf and Ron is the lost Red Riding Hood, the little witch.
Gildero smiled cordially and couldn't refuse, and put a red and colorful Little Red Riding Hood on the desperate and frustrated Ron.
(Nearly all the students burst out laughing, . . . the laughter continued for the rest of the class, almost to the point of knocking the roof off.)
"Come on, howl well...that's right, that's how werewolves move and howl...
Classmates, if you meet a werewolf on the way, if you don't take out your wand, don't act rashly. You should keep your eyes on the monster's glasses and take out your wand slowly.
…Remember that werewolves move beyond the power limit of ordinary wizards, very fast, very fast, when you are within a very short distance, you can’t react at all...
Well, believe it or not, I was almost face-to-face with a werewolf, and slammed him like this - so I knocked him down with one hand and put my wand against his neck and cast a very complex transfiguration spell with the rest of my strength
—the werewolf let out a miserable groan (Harry, what are you doing, roll off, hurry up, Lockhart yelled.)
—yes, keep doing that, and the werewolf... (Harry, yelling again, taller)...reverts back to being a different person again,
Simple and effective, remember that the simplest behavior to deal with a crisis is usually the smallest action, the most direct instinctive reaction...don't learn from me...training, only a lot of training can face these dangerous monsters.
Then there's another village that will always remember me as a hero, and I save them from the monthly werewolf scare. "
"Okay, give us two players who play the image, some applause as encouragement..." Lockhart finally clapped himself to drive the rhythm, which almost made Harry and Ron faint.
The bell rang for the end of get out of class, and Harry and Ron returned to their seats with pale faces, as if fleeing.
Hermione gave the look they deserved.
"McGuffin, what are you doing, what are you doing... let me go!"
"Harry, there's something wrong, please help me!"
At this time, McGuffin pulled Harry, who wanted to escape in a hurry, to the podium.
"Professor Lockhart?" McGuffin said enthusiastically, "I would like to borrow a book from the library, hoping to learn more about the background knowledge from it, and how you overcome dangerous situations and fight back from the Jedi...to study more deeply."
Gildero obviously remembered this young man who often flattered himself, and said to McGuffin with a smile on his face.
"Ah, what book is in it!" He took the note.
At this time, Hermione brought Ron to the podium, to see what the hell McGuffin was doing.
"The slow-onset venom in "Traveling with Ghouls" and the related background in "Traveling with Vampires"...is the background knowledge of how rampant those dark monsters were in the late 18th century in England, and the wizards were fighting against each other..."
"This kind of more in-depth research, I guess you are already familiar with it, but through your own hard work and searching for information, you can have a better understanding of your great deeds."
"You are really a good little wizard. The current little wizard lacks your spirit of support. How can I not show a little support?"
With a grin on Lockhart's face, he drew out the huge peacock quill.
The flamboyantly signed a big, cursive name on the note, and gave it back to McGuffin.
"It's very beautiful. This is a special gift for myself when my first book was included in the [Wizard Daily] bestseller list. I usually only use it to sign books."
They listened to Gilderoy Lockhart's bragging for a while before they were able to leave.
"Gideroy Lockhart's signature..." Hermione was very eye-catching.
"McGuffin, what are you doing?" Ron asked.
"Go to the library to find some books and see if you can find some books about that mutant plant. I remember I saw it in the book in the restricted area last year." McGuffin whispered.
(End of this chapter)
