Chapter 260 PP Chicken
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Yun Yin Shen
Chapter 260 PP Chicken
Facing so many homework, Ron's attitude has always been consistent.
"Why are there so many! I'd rather face the basilisk than do these homework!"
"Stop being silly, Ron! We've got to catch up," said Hermione hurriedly, without even lifting her head from her book.
"We've wasted too much time this semester!"
In addition to these homework and the simple self-study courses in the third grade, Hermione is still working hard to improve her Transfiguration level, especially seeing the Transfiguration spell that McGuffin used when facing the Basilisk, which obviously stimulated this talented little witch.
For McGuffin, though, he knows his own business.
He has always known that Hermione is a real genius, and his talent is so much higher than that of himself, a pseudo-genius.
But this kind of behavior of the top student who is still working hard makes other people feel Alexander, especially for an old comrade who has traveled through time.
Not to mention Harry, I usually don't see how this iron baby learns, just like that unreasonable Quidditch talent, learning magic is a trivial matter, as long as it comes naturally.
— Gan!
Speaking of which, McGuffin remembered that he had to get some talent points to prevent the activation of the [Blood Curse]... But in this situation, it is impossible to trigger tasks from other people, such as smoothing wool and cutting leeks.
The Chamber of Secrets must be opened quickly so that the Aurors know the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets.
MD!
In the current situation, he couldn't ask Hagrid about the incident 60 years ago, and he couldn't forcefully talk about Myrtle—how did this expose the fact that the women's bathroom on the second floor was the entrance to the secret room.
Although McGuffin knew that there must be more than one entrance to the [Chamber of Secrets].
For example, there must be a similar entrance outside the library, but it is definitely not a passage for humans to go directly to the [Chamber of Secrets]. The pipes in it must be spirally intertwined and extremely complicated, and it may not be possible to find the Chamber of Secrets.
As far as he knows so far, only the women's bathroom on the second floor can lead directly to the [secret room], and other entrances can only be found by luck.
"Where is the secret room you say? If this goes on... I'm afraid not only the Quidditch competition, but also the final exam will not be held, and Hogwarts may even be closed early!"
"Quidditch match!" Harry was worried.
"Final exam?"
"No more!"
Hermione and Ron almost exclaimed at the same time, and the two looked surprised and happy.
In the end, when they heard that Hogwarts was going to close early, they all stared at McGuffin in disbelief.
"McGuffin, what are you saying all of a sudden!"
"Why did Hogwarts suddenly close..."
"Why...you look around, does this still look like a magic school?" McGuffin said.
A large group of roosters crowed around, as if echoing what McGuffin said.
After Hermione and the others heard it, they looked embarrassed.
"Although it is said to be a temporary measure to prevent basilisks, Hogwarts may become the laughing stock of all magic schools if this continues... The Ministry of Magic and the school's board of directors may not allow this to happen. I am afraid they will tend to close the school first and avoid the limelight!"
McGuffin tried to guide the curiosity of several people, and let them ask Professor McGonagall, Hagrid, or Dobby about what happened 60 years ago.
——In this way, you can find the entrance to the secret room, don't talk about martial arts, and beat up the little basilisk!
Harry, Ron, and Hermione were indeed a little worried after hearing McGuffin's explanation, feeling that this kind of thing was indeed very likely to happen.
"But who can know where the [Chamber of Secrets] is? ... There is no one but those Slytherin students."
"That's not right! The basilisk even attacked Malfoy..."
Ron grabbed Harry's arm, "Do you think it was done by the man who can't even mention his name? I heard he can speak Parseltongue."
"Only a Parseltongue can control a big snake like that, and you two are the only ones in Hogwarts school who know Parseltongue...of course you can't."
"Ron, how many times do you want me to tell you..." Hermione said dissatisfied.
"Parseltongue is just a druid-like spell, and it's not just common among dark wizards. . . . People didn't associate Parseltongue with dark wizardry until after the despicable Helbo."
"Although there are fewer and fewer people with this kind of talent and magical ability, they are not completely extinct... At least Dumbledore can speak a few simple Parseltongues, and I wrote from a book about Dumbledore's abilities that he can also speak some troll languages and murloc languages..."
"And controlling the basilisk requires a very strong level of black magic,... Parseltongue is just one of the necessary conditions!"
"Didn't Dumbledore say that the Dark Lord has become very weak? He can't use this powerful black magic!"
"Don't worry so much. The Hogwarts professors will definitely have other solutions. How can the final exam be canceled... Even if the school is closed early, at least the little wizard should be tested!"
Hermione's last sentence exposed her 'sincerity'.
"Hermione!" Ron couldn't believe it, his eyes were round, and he almost jumped out.
"What are you talking about! Is the final exam more important than closing the school?"
He screamed, clearly unable to understand Hermione's brain circuits.
"Please! Didn't we come to school to learn magic knowledge? After we have learned it, we will test it naturally... Then we can naturally have an early vacation, which is also acceptable and understandable!"
Hermione took it for granted.
"Totally unacceptable and incomprehensible!" Ron said loudly with a serious expression.
As he spoke, he pulled over to let Neville and other little wizards comment.
Speaking of cause and effect, everyone stared at Hermione with unusually hairy eyes. In their opinion, this little witch was even more frightening than the basilisk!
- So terrifying!
This made Hermione so angry that she took her big stack of books and found a corner armchair to stay by herself.
This topic is almost biased towards grandma's house... However, McGuffin still wants to struggle.
He said to Harry, "These guys... Harry, it seems that we can only rely on us!"
"Me-we?" Harry asked nervously.
"Do you want Hogwarts closed?"
"Yeah, but what do we do? The professors don't know how to..." Harry said.
"I remember that when the Hogwarts [Chamber of Secrets] was opened last time, it also caused a series of attacks... We must understand what happened before, maybe compare the location of the victim with the current one, and we can find out how the basilisk entered the castle through the pipe!" McGuffin said.
"Who would know these things?" Harry asked.
"We're looking for a Hogwarts staff member who's old enough to tell us... who's on good terms with you."
"Hagrid?!" Harry reacted.
"That's right, if the [Chamber of Secrets] was opened 60 years ago, I think Hagrid happened to be studying at Hogwarts at that time, right? He should also know about it..." McGuffin guided Harry bit by bit. "You can use Hedway to write a note and ask him if he has time to have a cup of tea and discuss this matter!"
Harry felt something was wrong and couldn't say anything.
He turned his head and looked around, looking for the other two friends, looking for advice.
——Ron was accusing Hermione of his evil thoughts with his twin brothers, and Hermione was submerged in the pile of books again, indulging in the pleasure of learning.
"I heard that Hogwarts was almost closed last time because of the [Chamber of Secrets] incident...Harry, do you want this to happen too?" McGuffin said loudly.
"But, must it be Hagrid?" Harry said hesitantly, he was a little worried about Hagrid's exhausted state last time, and honestly he didn't want to trouble Hagrid.
"Of course there are other options besides Hagrid...For example, Professor McGonagall and Professor Dumbledore must know, Snape may also know...Of course this is unrealistic, or Dobby can do it..."
McGuffin looked at Harry and said.
Harry shuddered, and Professor McGonagall's stern face immediately appeared in front of his eyes (this will certainly not be told to him.)
Then there was Snape's malicious smile, - somehow he had a feeling (if he and Snape asked that question... it would probably cost him more than he could afford)
Harry couldn't stand Dobby's fanaticism at the end.
After thinking about it, Hagrid is more reliable.
"All right!"
Harry finally nodded in agreement.
"I tried to ask him."
……
Hagrid didn't reply until McGuffin had prodded Harry to post three or four notes.
It's now February 2th.
They agreed to meet in the Great Hall of Hogwarts after lunch.
For the little wizards nowadays, no one goes there to eat.
Although because of the existence of the rooster group, everyone's worries about the basilisk have gradually faded.
But some time ago, a 'post door' incident occurred, which will dispel the little wizard's idea of going to the auditorium restaurant for dinner.
— It was at lunchtime that some owls dragged a chicken coop (as a postal package) from the sky, and, as usual, slammed down its other packages.
At that time, the excrement of the chickens in the cage naturally fell from the sky. Fortunately, it fell on the little wizard's hair and clothes; unfortunately, it fell directly into the food,... and the unlucky ones who were a little slow, such as Gore and Crabbe, would only react after eating them.
Anyway, after that scene, no one ate in the auditorium.
The back of this place has been transformed into a playground for chicken uncles. Except for Hagrid who usually comes here to take care of these chickens, no one comes here anymore.
There are more and more rooster cages in the restaurant, so that it really feels like a chicken farm.
Alright Hogwarts Castle, look what it looks like now!
Horrible!
It was horrible!
At this point, McGuffin also decided to find out the basilisk. As for the mastermind behind the scenes, he should be able to find out after some torture in Parseltongue.
A few of them entered the auditorium, and the original long tables had disappeared.
All kinds of large cages were randomly placed on the open ground, giving a sense of Hagrid's hut, and everything looked messy.
Roosters of various species stand on cages, on the ground, by the original windows.
Suddenly, several people really thought that they had come to a chicken farm in a farm.
Hagrid was halfway up behind the piles of rickety chicken coops—he didn't know where and what! ?
McGuffin and Harry carefully walked around a large flock of chickens and came to Hagrid.
He was holding a giant... turkey, or some sort of rooster, which looked like some sort of ostrich crossed between a giraffe and a rooster.
Very strange!
It appears to have hung up.
Hagrid pinched the neck of this 'ostrich' with his left hand, bent over, and took out a large and amazing 'egg' from a cage with his right hand.
"Hagrid!"
"...What is this?" After several people pushed and shoved for a long time, Harry asked softly.
Hagrid turned around immediately after hearing the sound. He was covered in chicken feathers, and his head and hair were also covered with fluff of various colors.
There are little scratches left by chicken feet on his face.
"Harry!" he exclaimed with great delight, waving his hands.
The dead chicken was still dangling in his hand, attracting the attention of several people.
Hagrid finally realized when he saw a few people standing there in a daze, seeing chicken feathers scattered everywhere and flying in the air.
"Oh!"
Immediately he tossed the huge long-necked cock over the side cage.
"We haven't talked for a long time... I was really in a bad mood when we met last time, and the situation at that time was not suitable for a good talk with you!"
He rubbed his hands, looked around, embarrassed.
It's really not a good place to chat.
Chicken feathers all over the place, chickens crowing one after another, and there is no place to entertain people, not even a clean place... The only good thing is that no wizards will come here.
Perhaps there is still one more improvement, that is, after two [Rafflesia Smell Attack] incidents, Hogwarts has made sufficient progress in this kind of spell to eliminate odors.
Although it looks like a chicken farm now, there is no other peculiar smell.
It won't make it difficult for a few people to stay.
Ron struggled to move his eyes away from that 'ostrich', he still paid attention to this strange thing.
"What the hell is this thing?" he asked again.
"Well, the African stilt, also called the pp chicken...is a magic rooster!"
"What?"
"PP Chicken?" cried the McGuffin with Harry, glaring at Hagrid.
"Because of the sound of it..." Hagrid didn't finish.
The strange rooster that Harry and the others thought had died suddenly stood up again, bouncing up and down like a kangaroo, making a 'PP-PP-P' cry, stepping on the cage, rushing into the group of chickens over there, making the chickens jump.
"Very rare magical animals, and they are very smart...you can see it just now!"
"The Ministry of Magic told me to find some ferocious magic chickens to deal with the basilisk... Although it looks cute, it is indeed a very cruel little guy... There are countless cases of Muggle casualties every year because of its mistaken intrusion into its lair, and even wizards may be threatened if they don't pay attention!"
Hagrid said proudly.
"Hagrid! I have to say, the rooster's crowing is extremely deadly to the basilisk... Are you sure this kind of rooster's crowing is useful to the basilisk?"
Hermione stretched out her arm and pointed to the magic rooster over there that gleefully spit, 'ppp' non-stop, and said.
Everyone looks.
The PP chicken croaked happily.
It is bending its neck to keep pecking, spouting a lot of saliva, and bullying other cocks arrogantly.
'p-pppp! '
'PP-P!'
'P! '
(End of this chapter)
Facing so many homework, Ron's attitude has always been consistent.
"Why are there so many! I'd rather face the basilisk than do these homework!"
"Stop being silly, Ron! We've got to catch up," said Hermione hurriedly, without even lifting her head from her book.
"We've wasted too much time this semester!"
In addition to these homework and the simple self-study courses in the third grade, Hermione is still working hard to improve her Transfiguration level, especially seeing the Transfiguration spell that McGuffin used when facing the Basilisk, which obviously stimulated this talented little witch.
For McGuffin, though, he knows his own business.
He has always known that Hermione is a real genius, and his talent is so much higher than that of himself, a pseudo-genius.
But this kind of behavior of the top student who is still working hard makes other people feel Alexander, especially for an old comrade who has traveled through time.
Not to mention Harry, I usually don't see how this iron baby learns, just like that unreasonable Quidditch talent, learning magic is a trivial matter, as long as it comes naturally.
— Gan!
Speaking of which, McGuffin remembered that he had to get some talent points to prevent the activation of the [Blood Curse]... But in this situation, it is impossible to trigger tasks from other people, such as smoothing wool and cutting leeks.
The Chamber of Secrets must be opened quickly so that the Aurors know the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets.
MD!
In the current situation, he couldn't ask Hagrid about the incident 60 years ago, and he couldn't forcefully talk about Myrtle—how did this expose the fact that the women's bathroom on the second floor was the entrance to the secret room.
Although McGuffin knew that there must be more than one entrance to the [Chamber of Secrets].
For example, there must be a similar entrance outside the library, but it is definitely not a passage for humans to go directly to the [Chamber of Secrets]. The pipes in it must be spirally intertwined and extremely complicated, and it may not be possible to find the Chamber of Secrets.
As far as he knows so far, only the women's bathroom on the second floor can lead directly to the [secret room], and other entrances can only be found by luck.
"Where is the secret room you say? If this goes on... I'm afraid not only the Quidditch competition, but also the final exam will not be held, and Hogwarts may even be closed early!"
"Quidditch match!" Harry was worried.
"Final exam?"
"No more!"
Hermione and Ron almost exclaimed at the same time, and the two looked surprised and happy.
In the end, when they heard that Hogwarts was going to close early, they all stared at McGuffin in disbelief.
"McGuffin, what are you saying all of a sudden!"
"Why did Hogwarts suddenly close..."
"Why...you look around, does this still look like a magic school?" McGuffin said.
A large group of roosters crowed around, as if echoing what McGuffin said.
After Hermione and the others heard it, they looked embarrassed.
"Although it is said to be a temporary measure to prevent basilisks, Hogwarts may become the laughing stock of all magic schools if this continues... The Ministry of Magic and the school's board of directors may not allow this to happen. I am afraid they will tend to close the school first and avoid the limelight!"
McGuffin tried to guide the curiosity of several people, and let them ask Professor McGonagall, Hagrid, or Dobby about what happened 60 years ago.
——In this way, you can find the entrance to the secret room, don't talk about martial arts, and beat up the little basilisk!
Harry, Ron, and Hermione were indeed a little worried after hearing McGuffin's explanation, feeling that this kind of thing was indeed very likely to happen.
"But who can know where the [Chamber of Secrets] is? ... There is no one but those Slytherin students."
"That's not right! The basilisk even attacked Malfoy..."
Ron grabbed Harry's arm, "Do you think it was done by the man who can't even mention his name? I heard he can speak Parseltongue."
"Only a Parseltongue can control a big snake like that, and you two are the only ones in Hogwarts school who know Parseltongue...of course you can't."
"Ron, how many times do you want me to tell you..." Hermione said dissatisfied.
"Parseltongue is just a druid-like spell, and it's not just common among dark wizards. . . . People didn't associate Parseltongue with dark wizardry until after the despicable Helbo."
"Although there are fewer and fewer people with this kind of talent and magical ability, they are not completely extinct... At least Dumbledore can speak a few simple Parseltongues, and I wrote from a book about Dumbledore's abilities that he can also speak some troll languages and murloc languages..."
"And controlling the basilisk requires a very strong level of black magic,... Parseltongue is just one of the necessary conditions!"
"Didn't Dumbledore say that the Dark Lord has become very weak? He can't use this powerful black magic!"
"Don't worry so much. The Hogwarts professors will definitely have other solutions. How can the final exam be canceled... Even if the school is closed early, at least the little wizard should be tested!"
Hermione's last sentence exposed her 'sincerity'.
"Hermione!" Ron couldn't believe it, his eyes were round, and he almost jumped out.
"What are you talking about! Is the final exam more important than closing the school?"
He screamed, clearly unable to understand Hermione's brain circuits.
"Please! Didn't we come to school to learn magic knowledge? After we have learned it, we will test it naturally... Then we can naturally have an early vacation, which is also acceptable and understandable!"
Hermione took it for granted.
"Totally unacceptable and incomprehensible!" Ron said loudly with a serious expression.
As he spoke, he pulled over to let Neville and other little wizards comment.
Speaking of cause and effect, everyone stared at Hermione with unusually hairy eyes. In their opinion, this little witch was even more frightening than the basilisk!
- So terrifying!
This made Hermione so angry that she took her big stack of books and found a corner armchair to stay by herself.
This topic is almost biased towards grandma's house... However, McGuffin still wants to struggle.
He said to Harry, "These guys... Harry, it seems that we can only rely on us!"
"Me-we?" Harry asked nervously.
"Do you want Hogwarts closed?"
"Yeah, but what do we do? The professors don't know how to..." Harry said.
"I remember that when the Hogwarts [Chamber of Secrets] was opened last time, it also caused a series of attacks... We must understand what happened before, maybe compare the location of the victim with the current one, and we can find out how the basilisk entered the castle through the pipe!" McGuffin said.
"Who would know these things?" Harry asked.
"We're looking for a Hogwarts staff member who's old enough to tell us... who's on good terms with you."
"Hagrid?!" Harry reacted.
"That's right, if the [Chamber of Secrets] was opened 60 years ago, I think Hagrid happened to be studying at Hogwarts at that time, right? He should also know about it..." McGuffin guided Harry bit by bit. "You can use Hedway to write a note and ask him if he has time to have a cup of tea and discuss this matter!"
Harry felt something was wrong and couldn't say anything.
He turned his head and looked around, looking for the other two friends, looking for advice.
——Ron was accusing Hermione of his evil thoughts with his twin brothers, and Hermione was submerged in the pile of books again, indulging in the pleasure of learning.
"I heard that Hogwarts was almost closed last time because of the [Chamber of Secrets] incident...Harry, do you want this to happen too?" McGuffin said loudly.
"But, must it be Hagrid?" Harry said hesitantly, he was a little worried about Hagrid's exhausted state last time, and honestly he didn't want to trouble Hagrid.
"Of course there are other options besides Hagrid...For example, Professor McGonagall and Professor Dumbledore must know, Snape may also know...Of course this is unrealistic, or Dobby can do it..."
McGuffin looked at Harry and said.
Harry shuddered, and Professor McGonagall's stern face immediately appeared in front of his eyes (this will certainly not be told to him.)
Then there was Snape's malicious smile, - somehow he had a feeling (if he and Snape asked that question... it would probably cost him more than he could afford)
Harry couldn't stand Dobby's fanaticism at the end.
After thinking about it, Hagrid is more reliable.
"All right!"
Harry finally nodded in agreement.
"I tried to ask him."
……
Hagrid didn't reply until McGuffin had prodded Harry to post three or four notes.
It's now February 2th.
They agreed to meet in the Great Hall of Hogwarts after lunch.
For the little wizards nowadays, no one goes there to eat.
Although because of the existence of the rooster group, everyone's worries about the basilisk have gradually faded.
But some time ago, a 'post door' incident occurred, which will dispel the little wizard's idea of going to the auditorium restaurant for dinner.
— It was at lunchtime that some owls dragged a chicken coop (as a postal package) from the sky, and, as usual, slammed down its other packages.
At that time, the excrement of the chickens in the cage naturally fell from the sky. Fortunately, it fell on the little wizard's hair and clothes; unfortunately, it fell directly into the food,... and the unlucky ones who were a little slow, such as Gore and Crabbe, would only react after eating them.
Anyway, after that scene, no one ate in the auditorium.
The back of this place has been transformed into a playground for chicken uncles. Except for Hagrid who usually comes here to take care of these chickens, no one comes here anymore.
There are more and more rooster cages in the restaurant, so that it really feels like a chicken farm.
Alright Hogwarts Castle, look what it looks like now!
Horrible!
It was horrible!
At this point, McGuffin also decided to find out the basilisk. As for the mastermind behind the scenes, he should be able to find out after some torture in Parseltongue.
A few of them entered the auditorium, and the original long tables had disappeared.
All kinds of large cages were randomly placed on the open ground, giving a sense of Hagrid's hut, and everything looked messy.
Roosters of various species stand on cages, on the ground, by the original windows.
Suddenly, several people really thought that they had come to a chicken farm in a farm.
Hagrid was halfway up behind the piles of rickety chicken coops—he didn't know where and what! ?
McGuffin and Harry carefully walked around a large flock of chickens and came to Hagrid.
He was holding a giant... turkey, or some sort of rooster, which looked like some sort of ostrich crossed between a giraffe and a rooster.
Very strange!
It appears to have hung up.
Hagrid pinched the neck of this 'ostrich' with his left hand, bent over, and took out a large and amazing 'egg' from a cage with his right hand.
"Hagrid!"
"...What is this?" After several people pushed and shoved for a long time, Harry asked softly.
Hagrid turned around immediately after hearing the sound. He was covered in chicken feathers, and his head and hair were also covered with fluff of various colors.
There are little scratches left by chicken feet on his face.
"Harry!" he exclaimed with great delight, waving his hands.
The dead chicken was still dangling in his hand, attracting the attention of several people.
Hagrid finally realized when he saw a few people standing there in a daze, seeing chicken feathers scattered everywhere and flying in the air.
"Oh!"
Immediately he tossed the huge long-necked cock over the side cage.
"We haven't talked for a long time... I was really in a bad mood when we met last time, and the situation at that time was not suitable for a good talk with you!"
He rubbed his hands, looked around, embarrassed.
It's really not a good place to chat.
Chicken feathers all over the place, chickens crowing one after another, and there is no place to entertain people, not even a clean place... The only good thing is that no wizards will come here.
Perhaps there is still one more improvement, that is, after two [Rafflesia Smell Attack] incidents, Hogwarts has made sufficient progress in this kind of spell to eliminate odors.
Although it looks like a chicken farm now, there is no other peculiar smell.
It won't make it difficult for a few people to stay.
Ron struggled to move his eyes away from that 'ostrich', he still paid attention to this strange thing.
"What the hell is this thing?" he asked again.
"Well, the African stilt, also called the pp chicken...is a magic rooster!"
"What?"
"PP Chicken?" cried the McGuffin with Harry, glaring at Hagrid.
"Because of the sound of it..." Hagrid didn't finish.
The strange rooster that Harry and the others thought had died suddenly stood up again, bouncing up and down like a kangaroo, making a 'PP-PP-P' cry, stepping on the cage, rushing into the group of chickens over there, making the chickens jump.
"Very rare magical animals, and they are very smart...you can see it just now!"
"The Ministry of Magic told me to find some ferocious magic chickens to deal with the basilisk... Although it looks cute, it is indeed a very cruel little guy... There are countless cases of Muggle casualties every year because of its mistaken intrusion into its lair, and even wizards may be threatened if they don't pay attention!"
Hagrid said proudly.
"Hagrid! I have to say, the rooster's crowing is extremely deadly to the basilisk... Are you sure this kind of rooster's crowing is useful to the basilisk?"
Hermione stretched out her arm and pointed to the magic rooster over there that gleefully spit, 'ppp' non-stop, and said.
Everyone looks.
The PP chicken croaked happily.
It is bending its neck to keep pecking, spouting a lot of saliva, and bullying other cocks arrogantly.
'p-pppp! '
'PP-P!'
'P! '
(End of this chapter)
