Chapter 348 McGuffin's Conjecture (Happy New Year!)
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Yun Yin Shen
Chapter 348 McGuffin's Conjecture (Happy New Year!)
It was almost early morning that night when Harry and Ron came back pale and blank-eyed.
The two of them didn't even have the strength to get angry.
Before ten o'clock, with the help of McGuffin and Hermione, the two finally completed the two parchments...the paper on how to identify and kill werewolves.
Hastily rushed to Snape's Potions Office without modifying it.
Harry had discussed with McGuffin what Snape called the 'funny little potion',
The final conclusion is likely to be the transformation potion that changes the German LS.
Otherwise, according to Snape's personality, he would have told the little wizards very badly what the potion was going to be given to them.
Only with this potion, this guy will hide his name.
Anyway, Ron and Harry did what Snape wanted in the end.
Before ten o'clock, finish that paper.
But what he didn't expect was that when the two of them handed these two papers to Snape, Harry saw a glimmer of expectation from his expression, and after he asked a few words about Professor Lupin, when the two of them asked three questions and were ignorant, this guy suddenly became angry for some reason.
He began to pick out the mistakes in the two papers, and asked the two to revise them on the spot...over and over again, until midnight, when the two couldn't stay anymore, and then let them go.
The painful journey of two or three hours had left them exhausted and debilitated to the extreme.
Harry even had nightmares all night.
At the beginning, what came to my mind was the continuous roar of Snape and the werewolf, and the figure of Professor Lupine was torn apart...
And then the traces of Dementors and Voldemort... The two mixed together and floated above the Quidditch pitch, staring at him coldly.
In the end, even... Oliver Wood rode a giant new broom at the command of McGuffin... Laughing like a villain, flew into Hogwarts Castle, and was blown up to the sky...
In the end, this outrageous nightmare woke Harry up.
"No! Don't, MacGuffin! Wood!"
He screamed and almost fell off the bed to the ground.
It was pitch black outside and in the dormitory.
There was a gust of wind, and the glass in the entire dormitory rattled, which also woke up the others.
Instead... a translucent guy glowing with silver light in front of him was so frightened that he rolled in mid-air and retreated rapidly.
--what?
Harry sat up and groped in the dark to find his glasses by the bedside.
As expected, Peeves was the only one doing somersaults in mid-air.
He had just steadied himself, arms folded across his chest, lying on his back with his legs crossed, staring at Harry angrily.
The two stared at each other in the dark.
Harry was very suspicious that Snape deliberately kept him and Ron so late yesterday, even if he wanted their Gryffindor Quidditch team to lose this morning's game directly, and it was very suspicious for Peeves to appear in their dormitory at this time.
Seeing that there was no chance to play a prank, Peeves made a grimace, turned around angrily, passed through the wall, and disappeared into the room.
After cursing a few words, Harry looked at Simone's luminous alarm clock. The time displayed on it was 53:[-].
Should be able to take a nap, right?
Now in the dormitory,
Neville was grinding his teeth under the quilt, Simone and Dean were snoring, Ron was hugging his mouse, Scabbers, snoring soundly, and seemed not to be affected by Snape at all... and McGuffin didn't know if he fell asleep. He kicked the quilt up and down, doing various tricks every few minutes.
(There are various magic posters in the dormitory, and there are faint fluorescent lights on the magic items, which is why Harry saw all this in this dark environment)
Next, Harry was about to fall asleep again, but the rumbling thunder outside, the sound of the wind hitting the glass windows and the castle walls, and the sound of water rushing almost like being under a waterfall made it impossible for him to fall asleep again.
Maybe he should ask Wood for the water of life and death, the powerful sleeping potion, so that he may be able to sleep peacefully.
Tossing and turning on the bed for half an hour, except for a cold sweat, I still didn't feel sleepy at all.
Harry finally couldn't stay in the dormitory anymore.
So he dressed carefully, walked out of the dormitory quietly, and came to the Gryffindor common room alone.
To his surprise, within a few minutes, McGuffin Albert also yawned and got dressed and came here.
McGuffin didn't see Harry taking a nap in a dark corner of the common room, but as he usually did, he took his wand and lit the fire, then summoned the World Tree seedling lodged in his body, and used his own magic power to water the little guy little by little.
Or to put it another way - recharge.
He had to do this, otherwise this little guy might automatically draw magic power sometime today, which would cause the spellcasting to fail.
This is the necessary price that McGuffin had to pay when he hatched the world tree seeds last semester, and he already understood this.
Since returning from Egypt, McGuffin has tested it out. The most efficient time to feed the World Tree seedlings should be between [-]:[-] am and [-]:[-] am. This is the time when the magic power of the little wizard is at its strongest (although the energy is low).
Harry watched in surprise, McGuffin nodded his head with the wand, and a small green tree popped straight out of the top of his forehead.
(It looks like it has a complete trunk and a tree cover, like a shrunken translucent, fluorescent green tree)
Then he put down his wand, closed his eyes and meditated for a while, the little tree, or above his head, began to glow green like a firefly, floating and spinning, shining bursts of light.
This--
Harry immediately forgot about Snape's annoying face and the constant nightmare in his mind just now.
He had never known such a thing to happen to a MacGuffin.
Thinking about it carefully, although McGuffin is his best friend, this guy has always been surrounded by fog, and there are always mysteries under his crazy behavior.
Like [Occlumency]...
He taught himself before he even entered school.
Harry thought for a while, but still called softly, "McGuffin!"
Because an idea popped into his head.
Very bad, very bad, need McGuffin's 'help'.
"McGuffin!"
With this sound, Albert, who was nodding and drowsy, woke up directly.
"Oh, Harry?"
"What are you doing here all this time?" He asked confidently.
"You still have the nerve to say, I can't sleep, what are you doing?"
"I, water the trees!"
McGuffin pointed to the top of his head, with an expression on his face that you couldn't understand?
It made Harry choke for a long time, and after rolling his eyes, he didn't bother with McGuffin's strange and crazy behavior, but directly said the bad idea he had just thought of.
"McGuffin, you should know the [Sleeping Curse], right?"
"you!"
"Well, yes, McGuffin, can you knock me out. I want to sleep well!"
Harry pleaded sincerely, "I'm going to play a game later, help me, McGuffin!"
"McGuffin?!"
"Okay!" McGuffin could only agree to attack.
"Passed out!"
Under Harry's repeated requests, McGuffin directly swung his wand to stun him, and then after replenishing the magic power of the [Seedling of the World Tree], he suspended Harry and transported him back to his bed. (On the way, he also drove Crookshanks back to the direction of the girls' dormitory)
——[Sleeping Curse] is really effective!
The rumbling thunder and frenzied storm, as well as Professor Lupine's worries about the impending Quidditch match, did not wake Harry up again.
Just a slight side effect...
Almost made him fall asleep to the Quidditch match.
Oliver Wood wondered how Harry could sleep in and be late now.
"Potter, wake up, the game is about to start."
In the end, it was McGuffin who remembered that he knocked Harry unconscious, hurried back to the dormitory, and only after breaking the spell did Harry regain consciousness.
When Wood realized that Harry fell asleep in this way, he couldn't help but twitched his brows. He stroked his thinning hair, looking very regretful, why didn't he think of this method to supplement his sleep.
After taking two or three mouthfuls of food with Harry, they picked up the broom and took the magic elevator to the first floor.
Out of the castle on a broomstick, flying straight across the lawn and onto the Quidditch pitch.
The rain was as heavy as expected, and the sky looked almost like a waterfall.
The little wizards barely took two steps under their umbrellas before being blown down by the strong wind.
But even so, most of the teachers and students, as usual, braved the rain and gathered on the Quidditch pitch.
At this time, it can also show the different styles of each college and the pros and cons of the students' magic skills.
Hermione deftly cast a Transfiguration Charm, turning her and Ron's umbrella into some kind of half-moon, translucent spherical shelter.
Although it is difficult to call it an umbrella, it is undoubtedly much safer.
And Neville, after searching for a long time, finally found a magic badge for shelter from the rain in his suitcase, held it with Seamus and Figani, lowered their heads against the strong wind, and rushed to the Quidditch pitch through puddles and mud flow.
Most of the Hufflepuff students went there under the leadership of senior seniors. Under the command of the fifth grade student Cedric Diggory, many little witches with admiring eyes cast spells together... One after another, a long and thin tunnel corridor was created on the ground that could shelter people from the wind and rain.
With the help of Professor Flitwick, the students of Ravenclaw did not know whether they were summoning in mid-air... or transformed into a translucent protective shield through magic spells, and most of them entered the Quidditch pitch against it.Some young wizards cast the [Water and Fire Immune Curse] by themselves, rushing into the field against the strong wind like Neville.
Most of the Slytherins, gathered in small groups in twos and threes.Some of them connected and deformed the umbrellas together to form a huge movable umbrella to keep out the rain, or they were magical props like Neville that had shelter from the rain (these props usually don’t use the [Water and Fire Invasion Curse], which can cover a small area from wind and rain).
Unlike Harry and Wood, who rushed directly to the Quidditch pitch on a new type of broomstick, McGuffin calmly ate some toast, roasted ham and porridge in the restaurant hall before walking into the rain curtain after undoing Harry's spell.
Seeing that there were no little wizards around, McGuffin began to silently cast spells, temporarily floating the rainwater close to him without gravity, and divided it to two sides. It seemed that he was performing light work, and he swept away far away with a light touch on the ground.
It's just that the posture is not as elegant as he thought, but like an old white goose flapping its wings and rushing wildly in the rain.
This is the effect of [Levitation Curse/Extraordinary (69%)]. The more McGuffin studies and masters this spell, the more he feels the limit of the so-called magic.
He seems to never be able to reduce gravity to the extreme, close to nothing,
It is impossible to make an object float in mid-air for a long time without losing its magic power.
If it is said that an object is to be floated, then a wizard must continue to cast a spell and provide magic power.
Whether it's [Flying Curse], [Levitation Curse], or Braking Curse, Shock Absorbing Curse... it's the same.
Compared to reducing gravity or providing a driving force in the opposite direction, McGuffin feels that this type of spell can change the state of the original item and float it, which is a black box principle.
For example [Levitation Curse] Little wizards imagine that when constructing this spell in their minds, the state of the object they want to change is only to make it float. As for how to float, that is the business of the spell itself.
But when the level of a certain spell reaches the limit of the extraordinary level, McGuffin can clearly feel how his magic power is applied to the item and how it works.
how to say?
As the [Levitation Curse] gets closer to the limit of the extraordinary, McGuffin feels more and more that in this world...the wizards cast spells, as if they have opened the back door of the world. Fang Nuo has entered a cheat code in a game world, and can follow the rules that existed in the original world to take advantage of the loopholes that already existed.
And this kind of exploiting the loophole naturally cannot go beyond the limitation of the loophole itself.
With this black box operation method, it is impossible to break through the limitations (boundaries) of magic purely by magic. Maybe it can only be alienated into those monsters in the end...like the nightmare that Dumbledore showed him, the six-armed and eight-eyed monster that Les Finley's magical power alienated...and those existences in the history of magic that turned into monsters due to out-of-control magic. (such as tauren, five-legged monster, sphinx, etc.)
That is to say, magic can't break through magic, and you can't bring yourself up.
When they came to the entrance of the Quidditch pitch, some young wizards gathered here and there.
When McGuffin was about to go to the dressing room of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, (after all, he was the Gryffindor team's extra coaching assistant)
A wizard with a silver-white beard suddenly descended from the sky in the rain and appeared in front of McGuffin,
He looked at the wonders that the rainwater slowly slowed down as it approached the McGuffin, and then slid to both sides, and then admired.
"Albert!"
"It's amazing...I didn't expect you to be able to use the [Levitation Curse] to such a situation!"
"I can't do better than that."
It's Albus Dumbledore!
Happy Chinese New Year everyone!
(End of this chapter)
It was almost early morning that night when Harry and Ron came back pale and blank-eyed.
The two of them didn't even have the strength to get angry.
Before ten o'clock, with the help of McGuffin and Hermione, the two finally completed the two parchments...the paper on how to identify and kill werewolves.
Hastily rushed to Snape's Potions Office without modifying it.
Harry had discussed with McGuffin what Snape called the 'funny little potion',
The final conclusion is likely to be the transformation potion that changes the German LS.
Otherwise, according to Snape's personality, he would have told the little wizards very badly what the potion was going to be given to them.
Only with this potion, this guy will hide his name.
Anyway, Ron and Harry did what Snape wanted in the end.
Before ten o'clock, finish that paper.
But what he didn't expect was that when the two of them handed these two papers to Snape, Harry saw a glimmer of expectation from his expression, and after he asked a few words about Professor Lupin, when the two of them asked three questions and were ignorant, this guy suddenly became angry for some reason.
He began to pick out the mistakes in the two papers, and asked the two to revise them on the spot...over and over again, until midnight, when the two couldn't stay anymore, and then let them go.
The painful journey of two or three hours had left them exhausted and debilitated to the extreme.
Harry even had nightmares all night.
At the beginning, what came to my mind was the continuous roar of Snape and the werewolf, and the figure of Professor Lupine was torn apart...
And then the traces of Dementors and Voldemort... The two mixed together and floated above the Quidditch pitch, staring at him coldly.
In the end, even... Oliver Wood rode a giant new broom at the command of McGuffin... Laughing like a villain, flew into Hogwarts Castle, and was blown up to the sky...
In the end, this outrageous nightmare woke Harry up.
"No! Don't, MacGuffin! Wood!"
He screamed and almost fell off the bed to the ground.
It was pitch black outside and in the dormitory.
There was a gust of wind, and the glass in the entire dormitory rattled, which also woke up the others.
Instead... a translucent guy glowing with silver light in front of him was so frightened that he rolled in mid-air and retreated rapidly.
--what?
Harry sat up and groped in the dark to find his glasses by the bedside.
As expected, Peeves was the only one doing somersaults in mid-air.
He had just steadied himself, arms folded across his chest, lying on his back with his legs crossed, staring at Harry angrily.
The two stared at each other in the dark.
Harry was very suspicious that Snape deliberately kept him and Ron so late yesterday, even if he wanted their Gryffindor Quidditch team to lose this morning's game directly, and it was very suspicious for Peeves to appear in their dormitory at this time.
Seeing that there was no chance to play a prank, Peeves made a grimace, turned around angrily, passed through the wall, and disappeared into the room.
After cursing a few words, Harry looked at Simone's luminous alarm clock. The time displayed on it was 53:[-].
Should be able to take a nap, right?
Now in the dormitory,
Neville was grinding his teeth under the quilt, Simone and Dean were snoring, Ron was hugging his mouse, Scabbers, snoring soundly, and seemed not to be affected by Snape at all... and McGuffin didn't know if he fell asleep. He kicked the quilt up and down, doing various tricks every few minutes.
(There are various magic posters in the dormitory, and there are faint fluorescent lights on the magic items, which is why Harry saw all this in this dark environment)
Next, Harry was about to fall asleep again, but the rumbling thunder outside, the sound of the wind hitting the glass windows and the castle walls, and the sound of water rushing almost like being under a waterfall made it impossible for him to fall asleep again.
Maybe he should ask Wood for the water of life and death, the powerful sleeping potion, so that he may be able to sleep peacefully.
Tossing and turning on the bed for half an hour, except for a cold sweat, I still didn't feel sleepy at all.
Harry finally couldn't stay in the dormitory anymore.
So he dressed carefully, walked out of the dormitory quietly, and came to the Gryffindor common room alone.
To his surprise, within a few minutes, McGuffin Albert also yawned and got dressed and came here.
McGuffin didn't see Harry taking a nap in a dark corner of the common room, but as he usually did, he took his wand and lit the fire, then summoned the World Tree seedling lodged in his body, and used his own magic power to water the little guy little by little.
Or to put it another way - recharge.
He had to do this, otherwise this little guy might automatically draw magic power sometime today, which would cause the spellcasting to fail.
This is the necessary price that McGuffin had to pay when he hatched the world tree seeds last semester, and he already understood this.
Since returning from Egypt, McGuffin has tested it out. The most efficient time to feed the World Tree seedlings should be between [-]:[-] am and [-]:[-] am. This is the time when the magic power of the little wizard is at its strongest (although the energy is low).
Harry watched in surprise, McGuffin nodded his head with the wand, and a small green tree popped straight out of the top of his forehead.
(It looks like it has a complete trunk and a tree cover, like a shrunken translucent, fluorescent green tree)
Then he put down his wand, closed his eyes and meditated for a while, the little tree, or above his head, began to glow green like a firefly, floating and spinning, shining bursts of light.
This--
Harry immediately forgot about Snape's annoying face and the constant nightmare in his mind just now.
He had never known such a thing to happen to a MacGuffin.
Thinking about it carefully, although McGuffin is his best friend, this guy has always been surrounded by fog, and there are always mysteries under his crazy behavior.
Like [Occlumency]...
He taught himself before he even entered school.
Harry thought for a while, but still called softly, "McGuffin!"
Because an idea popped into his head.
Very bad, very bad, need McGuffin's 'help'.
"McGuffin!"
With this sound, Albert, who was nodding and drowsy, woke up directly.
"Oh, Harry?"
"What are you doing here all this time?" He asked confidently.
"You still have the nerve to say, I can't sleep, what are you doing?"
"I, water the trees!"
McGuffin pointed to the top of his head, with an expression on his face that you couldn't understand?
It made Harry choke for a long time, and after rolling his eyes, he didn't bother with McGuffin's strange and crazy behavior, but directly said the bad idea he had just thought of.
"McGuffin, you should know the [Sleeping Curse], right?"
"you!"
"Well, yes, McGuffin, can you knock me out. I want to sleep well!"
Harry pleaded sincerely, "I'm going to play a game later, help me, McGuffin!"
"McGuffin?!"
"Okay!" McGuffin could only agree to attack.
"Passed out!"
Under Harry's repeated requests, McGuffin directly swung his wand to stun him, and then after replenishing the magic power of the [Seedling of the World Tree], he suspended Harry and transported him back to his bed. (On the way, he also drove Crookshanks back to the direction of the girls' dormitory)
——[Sleeping Curse] is really effective!
The rumbling thunder and frenzied storm, as well as Professor Lupine's worries about the impending Quidditch match, did not wake Harry up again.
Just a slight side effect...
Almost made him fall asleep to the Quidditch match.
Oliver Wood wondered how Harry could sleep in and be late now.
"Potter, wake up, the game is about to start."
In the end, it was McGuffin who remembered that he knocked Harry unconscious, hurried back to the dormitory, and only after breaking the spell did Harry regain consciousness.
When Wood realized that Harry fell asleep in this way, he couldn't help but twitched his brows. He stroked his thinning hair, looking very regretful, why didn't he think of this method to supplement his sleep.
After taking two or three mouthfuls of food with Harry, they picked up the broom and took the magic elevator to the first floor.
Out of the castle on a broomstick, flying straight across the lawn and onto the Quidditch pitch.
The rain was as heavy as expected, and the sky looked almost like a waterfall.
The little wizards barely took two steps under their umbrellas before being blown down by the strong wind.
But even so, most of the teachers and students, as usual, braved the rain and gathered on the Quidditch pitch.
At this time, it can also show the different styles of each college and the pros and cons of the students' magic skills.
Hermione deftly cast a Transfiguration Charm, turning her and Ron's umbrella into some kind of half-moon, translucent spherical shelter.
Although it is difficult to call it an umbrella, it is undoubtedly much safer.
And Neville, after searching for a long time, finally found a magic badge for shelter from the rain in his suitcase, held it with Seamus and Figani, lowered their heads against the strong wind, and rushed to the Quidditch pitch through puddles and mud flow.
Most of the Hufflepuff students went there under the leadership of senior seniors. Under the command of the fifth grade student Cedric Diggory, many little witches with admiring eyes cast spells together... One after another, a long and thin tunnel corridor was created on the ground that could shelter people from the wind and rain.
With the help of Professor Flitwick, the students of Ravenclaw did not know whether they were summoning in mid-air... or transformed into a translucent protective shield through magic spells, and most of them entered the Quidditch pitch against it.Some young wizards cast the [Water and Fire Immune Curse] by themselves, rushing into the field against the strong wind like Neville.
Most of the Slytherins, gathered in small groups in twos and threes.Some of them connected and deformed the umbrellas together to form a huge movable umbrella to keep out the rain, or they were magical props like Neville that had shelter from the rain (these props usually don’t use the [Water and Fire Invasion Curse], which can cover a small area from wind and rain).
Unlike Harry and Wood, who rushed directly to the Quidditch pitch on a new type of broomstick, McGuffin calmly ate some toast, roasted ham and porridge in the restaurant hall before walking into the rain curtain after undoing Harry's spell.
Seeing that there were no little wizards around, McGuffin began to silently cast spells, temporarily floating the rainwater close to him without gravity, and divided it to two sides. It seemed that he was performing light work, and he swept away far away with a light touch on the ground.
It's just that the posture is not as elegant as he thought, but like an old white goose flapping its wings and rushing wildly in the rain.
This is the effect of [Levitation Curse/Extraordinary (69%)]. The more McGuffin studies and masters this spell, the more he feels the limit of the so-called magic.
He seems to never be able to reduce gravity to the extreme, close to nothing,
It is impossible to make an object float in mid-air for a long time without losing its magic power.
If it is said that an object is to be floated, then a wizard must continue to cast a spell and provide magic power.
Whether it's [Flying Curse], [Levitation Curse], or Braking Curse, Shock Absorbing Curse... it's the same.
Compared to reducing gravity or providing a driving force in the opposite direction, McGuffin feels that this type of spell can change the state of the original item and float it, which is a black box principle.
For example [Levitation Curse] Little wizards imagine that when constructing this spell in their minds, the state of the object they want to change is only to make it float. As for how to float, that is the business of the spell itself.
But when the level of a certain spell reaches the limit of the extraordinary level, McGuffin can clearly feel how his magic power is applied to the item and how it works.
how to say?
As the [Levitation Curse] gets closer to the limit of the extraordinary, McGuffin feels more and more that in this world...the wizards cast spells, as if they have opened the back door of the world. Fang Nuo has entered a cheat code in a game world, and can follow the rules that existed in the original world to take advantage of the loopholes that already existed.
And this kind of exploiting the loophole naturally cannot go beyond the limitation of the loophole itself.
With this black box operation method, it is impossible to break through the limitations (boundaries) of magic purely by magic. Maybe it can only be alienated into those monsters in the end...like the nightmare that Dumbledore showed him, the six-armed and eight-eyed monster that Les Finley's magical power alienated...and those existences in the history of magic that turned into monsters due to out-of-control magic. (such as tauren, five-legged monster, sphinx, etc.)
That is to say, magic can't break through magic, and you can't bring yourself up.
When they came to the entrance of the Quidditch pitch, some young wizards gathered here and there.
When McGuffin was about to go to the dressing room of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, (after all, he was the Gryffindor team's extra coaching assistant)
A wizard with a silver-white beard suddenly descended from the sky in the rain and appeared in front of McGuffin,
He looked at the wonders that the rainwater slowly slowed down as it approached the McGuffin, and then slid to both sides, and then admired.
"Albert!"
"It's amazing...I didn't expect you to be able to use the [Levitation Curse] to such a situation!"
"I can't do better than that."
It's Albus Dumbledore!
Happy Chinese New Year everyone!
(End of this chapter)
