Chapter 231 Chapter 231 The Hogwarts classroom a few years ago
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Yun Yin Shen
Chapter 231 Chapter 230 Chapter [-] The Hogwarts Classroom Hundreds of Years Ago
[Chapter 233, Hogwarts Classroom Hundreds of Years Ago] (Mistyped title, re-edit here)
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"I……"
"I……"
After a staged social death, the MacGuffin's face turns pink.
Faced with this situation...no matter what he said, he would add a strong conceit.
It will get darker and darker.
"Well……"
Ron yawned in the bed next to him and was about to wake up.
McGuffin's hand twitched, and quickly pulled it back from Harry's forehead like a lightning strike.
"McGuffin, what are you doing standing in front of Harry..."
Neville asked suspiciously.
Good guy!Everyone is awake.
Could it be that someone just saw that scene!
McGuffin was a bit overwhelmed. He felt hot air coming out of his nostrils and ears, and his head seemed to be boiling. He couldn't think, and it was blank.
"Ah! What!"
Ron flung the shoe out, as if he had just stepped on something soft and hairy.
"Banban, why are you here! Naughty boy! Let me teach you a lesson..."
In the 'inexplicable' gaze of Harry and McGuffin, Ron kept yelling as the background sound.
……
When McGuffin followed Harry with his head down, and Ron and Hermione walked into the auditorium for breakfast behind him, even Ron noticed that there was something wrong between McGuffin and Harry.
"What the hell is going on with you two..." said Hermione, "Why are you so far away?"
Harry dodged the McGuffin like a frightened bunny, and sat next to Hermione a few seats away, which was the farthest position from the McGuffin.
In silence the MacGuffin took some sausages and fried tomatoes.
"Seriously... Did something happen to you this morning that I don't know about? I saw the McGuffin standing by Harry's bed..."
Ron blurted out something very misleading.
"No no, there is no such thing!"
McGuffin and Harry spoke almost simultaneously.
After a short pause, McGuffin hurriedly 'explained', "I just remembered David Goodman once asked a meaningful question in the morning...so I want to see what happened to Harry's scar!"
"But it's kind of bad to say it to Harry... so secretly in the morning..."
"Is that so?" Harry was puzzled and relieved for some reason.
"What..." Hermione asked.
"He asked me if Quilinus Quirrell and the mysterious man had any unusual interest in Harry that night... What kind of connection did Harry have with him? He asked me if Harry knew why the mysterious man went to his house that night..."
"Oh, sorry...Harry!"
Ron pushed the self-talking MacGuffin, and he saw something wrong with Harry's face.
——When you mention this kind of thing, no one will feel good.
Ron quickly changed the subject and said, "Stop talking, McGuffin... It's over anyway, but this guy David Goodman has finally returned to the Ministry of Magic. If you ask me to say that he is here, it is a waste of time..."
"What happened here at Hogwarts is just the beginning of everything else. It is impossible for the suspect to be a member of Hogwarts. No one has the time or motivation to do it..."
"I think Malfoy's father did it! He must have some kind of evil Death Eater spell..."
Ron bitterly forked a fried egg in half with a fork, staring at the long Slytherin table.
Draco Malfoy, who was preaching to a large crowd in Slytherin House that the Gryffindor Quidditch team broke the rules by riding something that wasn't a broomstick...and that Harry was so dastardly as to catch the Snitch when he announced the end of the game.
"So Gryffindor has always relied on this method, coupled with Dumbledore's partiality... This is how he won the game despicably and shamelessly."
He hissed loudly at Harry's side of the Gryffindor table.
It's been days and the guy is just getting nowhere.
Seeing Ron's gaze, Harry realized that he was very angry.
"Ignore him," said Hermione, who had finished eating, "just ignore him, it's not worth it...otherwise he'll think he's succeeded in pissing you off...he'll be very proud!"
"Hermione, why are you eating so fast... Isn't this morning's class cancelled?"
"I remember that this morning, Professor McGonagall was going to the Ministry of Magic to find out when Professor Dumbledore and their professors could return to Hogwarts..." Ron said vaguely, biting half of a sausage.
"Oh, I asked Professor McGonagall for an assignment for the Transfiguration class. After all, we have too many classes that have been delayed this semester, and we have to work harder to catch up... There are also a few of you, remember to go to the library to meet up later..."
"By the way, Ms. Gray wants me to tell you that all the second-year Gryffindor students are assembled in the Great Hall this afternoon. Ron, please tell the other students..."
Hermione hurried away with a sandwich and headed to the library.
"Ah, Hermione you!?"
Ron was stunned. The half sausage fell from his mouth and fell onto the plate with a snap.
……
In the afternoon, they gathered in the auditorium.
Ravenclaw's ghost, Ms. Gray, who is also their temporary charms professor, does not appear here.
Moreover, McGuffin and the others found that besides the second-year Gryffindor students, second-year students from the other three colleges also gathered here.
Of course, Malfoy is also here, and he proudly showed today's "Daily Prophet" interview with his father on a large page...
He opened the back of the newspaper and read aloud:
"I think the actions of these radical wizards are unacceptable, but their demands are reasonable... Hogwarts really needs to get rid of some unqualified students."
"...The first time they chose Hogwarts as their target was to warn Dumbledore that his teaching methods would harm the very foundation of Hogwarts as a school of magic..."
"For example, some depraved pure-blood families..."
"Tsk tsk!"
Malfoy saw MacGuffin Harry and the others coming, so he deliberately walked over with a newspaper to let them hear.
"...The younger sons of their family have already caused several catastrophes at Hogwarts...and were covered up by Dumbledore..."
"It's not correct for him to do this... Maybe he is a powerful wizard and a good professor, but he is probably not a good headmaster..."
"I will try my best to convince the other eleven Hogwarts directors this semester... to reform Hogwarts..."
"..."
Malfoy deliberately walked up and down in front of them, reading all the contents of the "Daily Prophet" from beginning to end,
"Dumbledore, the old fool, is finally going to leave..."
Harry and Ron clenched their fists, and Hermione and McGuffin held them tightly together.
Today is different from the past... If there is a conflict now, with the stricter school regulations, Harry and the others are likely to cause serious trouble if they rush forward.
"No, you will be fired!" Hermione whispered in her ear.
Although McGuffin thought it was unlikely that Dumbledore would get Harry fired, the old bee was likely to embarrass himself.After all, the original agreement between him and the old fox was to take good care of the stubborn protagonist as much as possible when he couldn't see him.
"Malfoy... how much money your father paid to be in the news! It's like paying for a few broomsticks to get you into the Slytherin team..."
McGuffin said.
These words made Malfoy feel instantly as if he had been punched.
"What did you say?" He lowered his face and roared angrily.
"Let me put it this way, Malfoy, your father didn't spend money to send you to the team to lose. Didn't he mail you a shouting letter? By the way, I saw your mother that day. She looked so ugly. Didn't she see your performance..."
Malfoy's pale face turned slightly red.
"How dare you bring up my mother, McGuffin! You made a big mistake... You mudblood won't be proud for long. When my father takes control of Hogwarts, the first thing he will do is to kick you guys out of the school..."
Malfoy almost pulled out his wand, but he was as scrupled as the McGuffins about the situation, and he finally put it down again and started yelling.
"Shut your fat mouth! You're only going to depend on your father...Malfoy when will you grow up from a nursing baby!" said Harry.
Soon, several colleges were divided into several groups, especially Slytherin and Gryffindor, who scolded separately.
Not long after, in the chaos, it seemed that someone had calmed them down...but no one paid attention, and the quarrel continued to escalate.
Everyone was blushing and shouting loudly.
"Quiet!"
Suddenly, a sound like ice shattering, mixed with metal friction came from the ground.
The chill ran from the heels of each little wizard to the forehead along the spine, and they stopped shivering instantly.
——Everyone is like being splashed with ice water from a black lake.
There was no sound in the auditorium—it was so quiet that even a slight deflation could be heard clearly.
(Who is this! Everyone is wondering... this poor boy.)
Neville was shivering, trembling all over, and almost passed out.
A blood-stained ghost rose from behind Neville's feet with an unfriendly expression.
It was Baron the Bloody Man.
"I don't need your help!" Ms. Gray's disgusted voice came from above.
——Since when, Ms. Gray has been floating above the auditorium.
After the blood man Baro got into the ground again, everyone gradually relaxed.
Ms. Gray is now wearing a translucent light black wizard robe, and a long pointed wizard hat... (the width of the brim is half a meter, and the length from the tip to the bottom is almost half the height of the little wizard). It can be said that this wizard hat is very huge, and it is even more weird to wear a ghost on its head.
(McGuffin has always been curious about how these ghosts change their clothes and write letters...but the feeling of thorns behind his back reminds him that the bloody Barrow has not gone far, so he should not die...)
"Good afternoon," she said softly, "Please bring your books. Today I want to experiment with the teaching method of Hogwarts in our time. After all, we ghosts cannot teach you how to cast spells..."
"Just the Charms book and the wand..."
The whole class... the students from the four colleges were puzzled, but they also found it interesting. They were all quiet and lined up in an orderly manner, following Ms. Gray floating in mid-air, out of the auditorium.
(Of course, this kind of order also has a lot to do with the bloody Baron poking his head out from time to time to stare at the little wizards)
The corridor was empty, only two or three senior students walked together, discussing the hottest topic right now... What's going on with that giant plant?
Their expressions were full of anxiety about the future.
After all, the last war in the magic world was 11 years ago, and it was a story told by the previous generation.
Although the shadow of Voldemort has not completely disappeared, for those who have not experienced it personally, especially for these senior students who are about to enter the magical society, they can feel the uncertainty of a rapid change.
This made them even more uneasy about where they were headed.
Looking at the wizards, MacGuffin thought, that the long line had come to a halt as he bowed his head in thought.
They circled around and came to the vicinity of the Ravenclaw Tower.
In front of a giant eagle statue.
——The huge metal wings spread their wings and flew, and the sharp claws faced the little wizards one after another, as if they were about to pounce from the sky.
The two sharp eyes shone slightly, and the lines of the feathers were detailed and outlined bit by bit, as if they had come to life.
"Okay, it's here. Hey! It's still the same..." Ms. Gray sighed slightly, turned around and said to the little wizards in a very nostalgic tone.
"So... whoever of you will take your wand and tap, the eyes of this statue, remember two taps on the left and three taps on the right..."
Hermione rushed forward excitedly, raised her wand and tapped as instructed.
The giant eagle statue slowly prostrated and lowered its two wings to the ground, while a triangular hollow appeared behind the statue.
"Thank you, Hermione!" said Ms. Gray. "Shall we keep going?"
They stepped on their wings as steps, and entered the hollow. Inside was a revolving wooden staircase... They kept going down the stairs, and after an unknown amount of time, they finally reached the ground.
After the last little wizard stepped on the ground, amidst their exclamations, the spiral staircase made the sound of gears turning, and rose to the sky bit by bit, before finally disappearing.
(Hermione, McGuire Peak and other little wizards have already lit up the [Luminescent Curse], but for some reason...they feel that the light here seems to be absorbed by the surrounding darkness, and they can only illuminate a half-meter radius around themselves...and the light is very dim, as if it will go out at any time...)
"Don't worry...Let me think about it!...After all, it hasn't been opened for hundreds of years!" Ms. Gray comforted the restless little wizards softly.
"Great! A musty old ghost took us to a secret room in Hogwarts that hasn't been opened for hundreds of years..."
In the dark, Malfoy kept complaining.
"If no one has used it for hundreds of years...it feels like it smells but doesn't taste like it!"
Harry asked suspiciously.
"listen!"
"Shh!" Hermione's voice. "Listen..."
Ethereal, lonely, ambiguous singing began to echo in the classroom.
It was Lady Gray's voice.
And gradually, some weird voices suddenly appeared in the surrounding space singing in unison.
MacGuffin, Harry, and the others swear that none of the little wizards in front of them made a sound.
When everyone is trembling.
It suddenly lit up here.
The flames and the starry sky appeared.
I'm going, why is the title wrong again?
(End of this chapter)
[Chapter 233, Hogwarts Classroom Hundreds of Years Ago] (Mistyped title, re-edit here)
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"I……"
"I……"
After a staged social death, the MacGuffin's face turns pink.
Faced with this situation...no matter what he said, he would add a strong conceit.
It will get darker and darker.
"Well……"
Ron yawned in the bed next to him and was about to wake up.
McGuffin's hand twitched, and quickly pulled it back from Harry's forehead like a lightning strike.
"McGuffin, what are you doing standing in front of Harry..."
Neville asked suspiciously.
Good guy!Everyone is awake.
Could it be that someone just saw that scene!
McGuffin was a bit overwhelmed. He felt hot air coming out of his nostrils and ears, and his head seemed to be boiling. He couldn't think, and it was blank.
"Ah! What!"
Ron flung the shoe out, as if he had just stepped on something soft and hairy.
"Banban, why are you here! Naughty boy! Let me teach you a lesson..."
In the 'inexplicable' gaze of Harry and McGuffin, Ron kept yelling as the background sound.
……
When McGuffin followed Harry with his head down, and Ron and Hermione walked into the auditorium for breakfast behind him, even Ron noticed that there was something wrong between McGuffin and Harry.
"What the hell is going on with you two..." said Hermione, "Why are you so far away?"
Harry dodged the McGuffin like a frightened bunny, and sat next to Hermione a few seats away, which was the farthest position from the McGuffin.
In silence the MacGuffin took some sausages and fried tomatoes.
"Seriously... Did something happen to you this morning that I don't know about? I saw the McGuffin standing by Harry's bed..."
Ron blurted out something very misleading.
"No no, there is no such thing!"
McGuffin and Harry spoke almost simultaneously.
After a short pause, McGuffin hurriedly 'explained', "I just remembered David Goodman once asked a meaningful question in the morning...so I want to see what happened to Harry's scar!"
"But it's kind of bad to say it to Harry... so secretly in the morning..."
"Is that so?" Harry was puzzled and relieved for some reason.
"What..." Hermione asked.
"He asked me if Quilinus Quirrell and the mysterious man had any unusual interest in Harry that night... What kind of connection did Harry have with him? He asked me if Harry knew why the mysterious man went to his house that night..."
"Oh, sorry...Harry!"
Ron pushed the self-talking MacGuffin, and he saw something wrong with Harry's face.
——When you mention this kind of thing, no one will feel good.
Ron quickly changed the subject and said, "Stop talking, McGuffin... It's over anyway, but this guy David Goodman has finally returned to the Ministry of Magic. If you ask me to say that he is here, it is a waste of time..."
"What happened here at Hogwarts is just the beginning of everything else. It is impossible for the suspect to be a member of Hogwarts. No one has the time or motivation to do it..."
"I think Malfoy's father did it! He must have some kind of evil Death Eater spell..."
Ron bitterly forked a fried egg in half with a fork, staring at the long Slytherin table.
Draco Malfoy, who was preaching to a large crowd in Slytherin House that the Gryffindor Quidditch team broke the rules by riding something that wasn't a broomstick...and that Harry was so dastardly as to catch the Snitch when he announced the end of the game.
"So Gryffindor has always relied on this method, coupled with Dumbledore's partiality... This is how he won the game despicably and shamelessly."
He hissed loudly at Harry's side of the Gryffindor table.
It's been days and the guy is just getting nowhere.
Seeing Ron's gaze, Harry realized that he was very angry.
"Ignore him," said Hermione, who had finished eating, "just ignore him, it's not worth it...otherwise he'll think he's succeeded in pissing you off...he'll be very proud!"
"Hermione, why are you eating so fast... Isn't this morning's class cancelled?"
"I remember that this morning, Professor McGonagall was going to the Ministry of Magic to find out when Professor Dumbledore and their professors could return to Hogwarts..." Ron said vaguely, biting half of a sausage.
"Oh, I asked Professor McGonagall for an assignment for the Transfiguration class. After all, we have too many classes that have been delayed this semester, and we have to work harder to catch up... There are also a few of you, remember to go to the library to meet up later..."
"By the way, Ms. Gray wants me to tell you that all the second-year Gryffindor students are assembled in the Great Hall this afternoon. Ron, please tell the other students..."
Hermione hurried away with a sandwich and headed to the library.
"Ah, Hermione you!?"
Ron was stunned. The half sausage fell from his mouth and fell onto the plate with a snap.
……
In the afternoon, they gathered in the auditorium.
Ravenclaw's ghost, Ms. Gray, who is also their temporary charms professor, does not appear here.
Moreover, McGuffin and the others found that besides the second-year Gryffindor students, second-year students from the other three colleges also gathered here.
Of course, Malfoy is also here, and he proudly showed today's "Daily Prophet" interview with his father on a large page...
He opened the back of the newspaper and read aloud:
"I think the actions of these radical wizards are unacceptable, but their demands are reasonable... Hogwarts really needs to get rid of some unqualified students."
"...The first time they chose Hogwarts as their target was to warn Dumbledore that his teaching methods would harm the very foundation of Hogwarts as a school of magic..."
"For example, some depraved pure-blood families..."
"Tsk tsk!"
Malfoy saw MacGuffin Harry and the others coming, so he deliberately walked over with a newspaper to let them hear.
"...The younger sons of their family have already caused several catastrophes at Hogwarts...and were covered up by Dumbledore..."
"It's not correct for him to do this... Maybe he is a powerful wizard and a good professor, but he is probably not a good headmaster..."
"I will try my best to convince the other eleven Hogwarts directors this semester... to reform Hogwarts..."
"..."
Malfoy deliberately walked up and down in front of them, reading all the contents of the "Daily Prophet" from beginning to end,
"Dumbledore, the old fool, is finally going to leave..."
Harry and Ron clenched their fists, and Hermione and McGuffin held them tightly together.
Today is different from the past... If there is a conflict now, with the stricter school regulations, Harry and the others are likely to cause serious trouble if they rush forward.
"No, you will be fired!" Hermione whispered in her ear.
Although McGuffin thought it was unlikely that Dumbledore would get Harry fired, the old bee was likely to embarrass himself.After all, the original agreement between him and the old fox was to take good care of the stubborn protagonist as much as possible when he couldn't see him.
"Malfoy... how much money your father paid to be in the news! It's like paying for a few broomsticks to get you into the Slytherin team..."
McGuffin said.
These words made Malfoy feel instantly as if he had been punched.
"What did you say?" He lowered his face and roared angrily.
"Let me put it this way, Malfoy, your father didn't spend money to send you to the team to lose. Didn't he mail you a shouting letter? By the way, I saw your mother that day. She looked so ugly. Didn't she see your performance..."
Malfoy's pale face turned slightly red.
"How dare you bring up my mother, McGuffin! You made a big mistake... You mudblood won't be proud for long. When my father takes control of Hogwarts, the first thing he will do is to kick you guys out of the school..."
Malfoy almost pulled out his wand, but he was as scrupled as the McGuffins about the situation, and he finally put it down again and started yelling.
"Shut your fat mouth! You're only going to depend on your father...Malfoy when will you grow up from a nursing baby!" said Harry.
Soon, several colleges were divided into several groups, especially Slytherin and Gryffindor, who scolded separately.
Not long after, in the chaos, it seemed that someone had calmed them down...but no one paid attention, and the quarrel continued to escalate.
Everyone was blushing and shouting loudly.
"Quiet!"
Suddenly, a sound like ice shattering, mixed with metal friction came from the ground.
The chill ran from the heels of each little wizard to the forehead along the spine, and they stopped shivering instantly.
——Everyone is like being splashed with ice water from a black lake.
There was no sound in the auditorium—it was so quiet that even a slight deflation could be heard clearly.
(Who is this! Everyone is wondering... this poor boy.)
Neville was shivering, trembling all over, and almost passed out.
A blood-stained ghost rose from behind Neville's feet with an unfriendly expression.
It was Baron the Bloody Man.
"I don't need your help!" Ms. Gray's disgusted voice came from above.
——Since when, Ms. Gray has been floating above the auditorium.
After the blood man Baro got into the ground again, everyone gradually relaxed.
Ms. Gray is now wearing a translucent light black wizard robe, and a long pointed wizard hat... (the width of the brim is half a meter, and the length from the tip to the bottom is almost half the height of the little wizard). It can be said that this wizard hat is very huge, and it is even more weird to wear a ghost on its head.
(McGuffin has always been curious about how these ghosts change their clothes and write letters...but the feeling of thorns behind his back reminds him that the bloody Barrow has not gone far, so he should not die...)
"Good afternoon," she said softly, "Please bring your books. Today I want to experiment with the teaching method of Hogwarts in our time. After all, we ghosts cannot teach you how to cast spells..."
"Just the Charms book and the wand..."
The whole class... the students from the four colleges were puzzled, but they also found it interesting. They were all quiet and lined up in an orderly manner, following Ms. Gray floating in mid-air, out of the auditorium.
(Of course, this kind of order also has a lot to do with the bloody Baron poking his head out from time to time to stare at the little wizards)
The corridor was empty, only two or three senior students walked together, discussing the hottest topic right now... What's going on with that giant plant?
Their expressions were full of anxiety about the future.
After all, the last war in the magic world was 11 years ago, and it was a story told by the previous generation.
Although the shadow of Voldemort has not completely disappeared, for those who have not experienced it personally, especially for these senior students who are about to enter the magical society, they can feel the uncertainty of a rapid change.
This made them even more uneasy about where they were headed.
Looking at the wizards, MacGuffin thought, that the long line had come to a halt as he bowed his head in thought.
They circled around and came to the vicinity of the Ravenclaw Tower.
In front of a giant eagle statue.
——The huge metal wings spread their wings and flew, and the sharp claws faced the little wizards one after another, as if they were about to pounce from the sky.
The two sharp eyes shone slightly, and the lines of the feathers were detailed and outlined bit by bit, as if they had come to life.
"Okay, it's here. Hey! It's still the same..." Ms. Gray sighed slightly, turned around and said to the little wizards in a very nostalgic tone.
"So... whoever of you will take your wand and tap, the eyes of this statue, remember two taps on the left and three taps on the right..."
Hermione rushed forward excitedly, raised her wand and tapped as instructed.
The giant eagle statue slowly prostrated and lowered its two wings to the ground, while a triangular hollow appeared behind the statue.
"Thank you, Hermione!" said Ms. Gray. "Shall we keep going?"
They stepped on their wings as steps, and entered the hollow. Inside was a revolving wooden staircase... They kept going down the stairs, and after an unknown amount of time, they finally reached the ground.
After the last little wizard stepped on the ground, amidst their exclamations, the spiral staircase made the sound of gears turning, and rose to the sky bit by bit, before finally disappearing.
(Hermione, McGuire Peak and other little wizards have already lit up the [Luminescent Curse], but for some reason...they feel that the light here seems to be absorbed by the surrounding darkness, and they can only illuminate a half-meter radius around themselves...and the light is very dim, as if it will go out at any time...)
"Don't worry...Let me think about it!...After all, it hasn't been opened for hundreds of years!" Ms. Gray comforted the restless little wizards softly.
"Great! A musty old ghost took us to a secret room in Hogwarts that hasn't been opened for hundreds of years..."
In the dark, Malfoy kept complaining.
"If no one has used it for hundreds of years...it feels like it smells but doesn't taste like it!"
Harry asked suspiciously.
"listen!"
"Shh!" Hermione's voice. "Listen..."
Ethereal, lonely, ambiguous singing began to echo in the classroom.
It was Lady Gray's voice.
And gradually, some weird voices suddenly appeared in the surrounding space singing in unison.
MacGuffin, Harry, and the others swear that none of the little wizards in front of them made a sound.
When everyone is trembling.
It suddenly lit up here.
The flames and the starry sky appeared.
I'm going, why is the title wrong again?
(End of this chapter)
