Chapter 35 The House of Requirement and 2 Leatherface
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Yun Yin Shen
Chapter 35 The Room of Requirement and Erpilian
McGuffin was feeling a bit silly—he was hungry now, and his legs looked like they were going to break.
It was getting light, and while everyone was sleeping, he got up early and went to the opposite side of the tapestry on the eighth floor of Hogwarts, in front of the wall where the troll beat Barnaba the Silly.
This is where the House of Requirement is described in the original book.
really here?McGuffin grew suspicious.
Walked back and forth about three hundred times, right?
Now his legs were filled with lead, and he didn't want to take another step.
In the secondary painting, the giant monster holding a bone stick is sitting in place →_→, looking at the silly MacGuffin.
Convex (fuck dish)
never mind!
One last time, one last time, if it doesn't work out.
"I want a place to eat."
After thinking about it once in his heart, McGuffin concentrated his attention, barely lifted his heavy steps and walked back and forth along the wall three times.
"A place to eat."
"eat!"
When he turned around for the third time, patterns spread across the white wall, forming a glowing gate pattern, and then the wall twisted along the pattern to form a brown-red gate.
Finally - it worked!McGuffin could hardly hold back his tears of joy.
He twisted the brass handle, pushed open the door and entered.
There is a long dining table in the room, and the tableware is neatly placed on it.
Inside is a blazing fire, candles are hung on the ceiling, the lights are bright, like a banquet.
It's just that there is no trace of food.
It was only at this time that McGuffin realized that one of [Gamp's Transformation Principles] is that it is impossible to conjure food, or that the conjured things cannot be eaten.
Because even the objects changed by the transfiguration spell will gradually return to their original shape as the magic power used by the wizard to cast the spell disappears.
Objects transformed through deformation techniques will not be digested in the stomach because of their unique magic power.
If an idiot really eats it, the biggest possibility is indigestion, and in severe cases, the object that becomes food will return to its original state in the body, eventually killing himself.
What's the use of you!
Now McGuffin is extremely hungry and tired, because he doesn't have the heart to try his original plan.
He originally wanted to realize his magic figure (collected in his previous life) in advance in this room through the Room of Requirement.
Of course, if food cannot be conjured, then it seems that another item of [Gamp's Law of Transformation]-it is naturally impossible to conjure magic items.
After knowing that it was impossible to succeed, I didn't have the heart to verify it.
Now—now he just wants to fill his stomach.
"Maybe I should try it and save myself from running so long."
McGuffin's legs went limp and dizzy at the thought of the long, ever-changing staircase.
In the original book, the Room of Requirement once conjured a path leading to other places according to the user's idea.
Shouldn't it be possible to conjure up a portal, a shortcut, leading to the hall?
McGuffin pulled out a chair and sat in the center of the room.
"Find me a door that leads directly to the Great Hall of Hogwarts."
The house shook, as if it had sneezed, and McGuffin looked around—the candle was burning, unchanged.
Can't you?
"Let me think about it...how is it described in the plot."
"Give me a shortcut to the lobby!"
Bang!
With a muffled sound, two burning torches appeared on the wall in the corner of the room.
In the middle of the torch is a narrow stone arch hole.
McGuffin walked in, and there was a gallery of stairs going down.
There are no other decorations, only the corridors with large stones, and the torches hanging on the walls every few steps, burning blazingly.
……
The MacGuffin emerges from under a table with a vase on it.
Where is this place?
It was a long corridor, empty of people, not even a portrait of the usual Hogwarts activities, just a few pieces of iron armor standing on both sides of the corridor holding axes, and a few tables with vases beside them.
There is a closed wooden door at the end.
Immediately afterwards, there was a deafening roar, which was frightening, and vaguely felt like a dog barking.
McGuffin immediately realized what the sound was, or where it was.
Hagrid's three-headed dog Fluffy, the corridor on the fourth floor that students are forbidden to enter.
A thought flashed through McGuffin's head, and a thought frightened him.
He hurriedly turned around and got under the original table.
"Thank God, the original passage can still be opened."
In the return passage, McGuffin had just closed the camouflaged portal on the wall when he heard the sound of the middle door being opened at the end of the fourth floor, as well as a louder roar, echoing in the corridor.
A footstep is gradually approaching.
McGuffin listened to the sound with bated breath.
"Master... I... can't deal with... the three-headed monster..." The sobbing and weak voice came intermittently through the cracks in the wall to the ears of the McGuffin hiding below.
—It's Quirrell!
Then... Sure enough——
"Hiss... to find that... the original owner... that big stupid..."
Another voice sounded - hoarse, emotionless, hearing the voice felt like a snake in front of the McGuffin, spitting out its letter in cold blood, staring at its prey.
Just hearing the sound took every ounce of heat from McGuffin, leaving him feeling cold and hopeless deep down.
— Voldemort! !
McGuffin's heart seemed to be tightly grasped by both hands and squeezed to the throat.
At this moment, he hardly dared to breathe, and his whole body was tense to stand on the spot, not daring to move a step, for fear of being discovered.
My mind is blank, I don't know how long it has been,
A minute, an hour, or a day passed...he didn't know.
It wasn't until Peeves passed by humming a little tune that he fell to the ground.
boom!
"Who is it? Which brave brat wants to scare Uncle Peeves!"
After screaming for a long time, Peeves finally left the corridor.
After McGuffin could not hear the sound, he crawled back into the corridor from the hidden entrance.
Didn't stay long, for fear of being discovered by Voldemort/Quirrell.
He hastily exhausted his remaining strength, raised his limp legs and hurried away.
By this time McGuffin was no longer hungry.
I don't know what time it is, I hope I won't be late for Charms class.
……
9 am
In the spell class, the spell taught by Professor Flitwick is the luminous spell - 'fluorescent flash', and the theoretical teaching has already been carried out in the last class.This lesson is mainly to start practicing magic.
MacGuffin rested his head on his right arm, and tapped his left hand on the table.
What happened just now really shocked him a lot!
The mood is difficult to calm down.
McGuffin tossed and turned in his mind whether he had maintained Occlumency in [Defense Against the Dark Arts], whether he had deliberately stared at the large scarf that covered Quirrell's head, the key was whether it was possible that he made strange actions or expressions like an idiot that caught the attention of Voldemort who possessed Quirrell.
Although it was a section of [Defense Against the Dark Arts] that seemed like a joke, McGuffin did not dare to relax his vigilance at all. In the original book, Quirrell was also an excellent student at Hogwarts, especially good at theoretical research on magic. Not to mention that he now has the Dark Lord Voldemort attached to the back of his head, the craziest, most evil and powerful dark wizard in the world.
After what happened unexpectedly in the restricted area on the fourth floor just now, he realized that even the relatively safe first grade in the original plot was full of pitfalls. He had to be careful, otherwise he might die.
Just like just now.
bang bang!McGuffin kept tapping on the table, feeling very nervous.He wondered if that Voldemort found him just now?
It stands to reason that he should not have discovered that now he is just a two-skinned face living on Quirrell's body, without a body, and without powerful magical abilities...
Hermione was suddenly annoyed and pushed McGuffin directly, and said, "Can you stop knocking on the table, even if you don't study, there are others who want to study."
Oh, I forgot to mention that Professor Flitwick divided the class into two groups. Harry's partner was Ron, Neville's partner was Seamus Finnigan, and McGuffin's partner was Hermione Granger.
McGuffin considers himself a mature 'adult'. After all, his previous life plus his current age (including the age of the original owner) can almost be regarded as Hermione's old father.
Mature elders don't care about the immature behavior of these kids who haven't grown up.
But from Hermione's point of view-McGuffin was somehow responsible for causing Hermione's hair to burn in Transfiguration class, and now he didn't take it seriously and didn't apologize at all, which pissed her off even more.
This made her want to 'target' the MacGuffin all the more.
(End of this chapter)
McGuffin was feeling a bit silly—he was hungry now, and his legs looked like they were going to break.
It was getting light, and while everyone was sleeping, he got up early and went to the opposite side of the tapestry on the eighth floor of Hogwarts, in front of the wall where the troll beat Barnaba the Silly.
This is where the House of Requirement is described in the original book.
really here?McGuffin grew suspicious.
Walked back and forth about three hundred times, right?
Now his legs were filled with lead, and he didn't want to take another step.
In the secondary painting, the giant monster holding a bone stick is sitting in place →_→, looking at the silly MacGuffin.
Convex (fuck dish)
never mind!
One last time, one last time, if it doesn't work out.
"I want a place to eat."
After thinking about it once in his heart, McGuffin concentrated his attention, barely lifted his heavy steps and walked back and forth along the wall three times.
"A place to eat."
"eat!"
When he turned around for the third time, patterns spread across the white wall, forming a glowing gate pattern, and then the wall twisted along the pattern to form a brown-red gate.
Finally - it worked!McGuffin could hardly hold back his tears of joy.
He twisted the brass handle, pushed open the door and entered.
There is a long dining table in the room, and the tableware is neatly placed on it.
Inside is a blazing fire, candles are hung on the ceiling, the lights are bright, like a banquet.
It's just that there is no trace of food.
It was only at this time that McGuffin realized that one of [Gamp's Transformation Principles] is that it is impossible to conjure food, or that the conjured things cannot be eaten.
Because even the objects changed by the transfiguration spell will gradually return to their original shape as the magic power used by the wizard to cast the spell disappears.
Objects transformed through deformation techniques will not be digested in the stomach because of their unique magic power.
If an idiot really eats it, the biggest possibility is indigestion, and in severe cases, the object that becomes food will return to its original state in the body, eventually killing himself.
What's the use of you!
Now McGuffin is extremely hungry and tired, because he doesn't have the heart to try his original plan.
He originally wanted to realize his magic figure (collected in his previous life) in advance in this room through the Room of Requirement.
Of course, if food cannot be conjured, then it seems that another item of [Gamp's Law of Transformation]-it is naturally impossible to conjure magic items.
After knowing that it was impossible to succeed, I didn't have the heart to verify it.
Now—now he just wants to fill his stomach.
"Maybe I should try it and save myself from running so long."
McGuffin's legs went limp and dizzy at the thought of the long, ever-changing staircase.
In the original book, the Room of Requirement once conjured a path leading to other places according to the user's idea.
Shouldn't it be possible to conjure up a portal, a shortcut, leading to the hall?
McGuffin pulled out a chair and sat in the center of the room.
"Find me a door that leads directly to the Great Hall of Hogwarts."
The house shook, as if it had sneezed, and McGuffin looked around—the candle was burning, unchanged.
Can't you?
"Let me think about it...how is it described in the plot."
"Give me a shortcut to the lobby!"
Bang!
With a muffled sound, two burning torches appeared on the wall in the corner of the room.
In the middle of the torch is a narrow stone arch hole.
McGuffin walked in, and there was a gallery of stairs going down.
There are no other decorations, only the corridors with large stones, and the torches hanging on the walls every few steps, burning blazingly.
……
The MacGuffin emerges from under a table with a vase on it.
Where is this place?
It was a long corridor, empty of people, not even a portrait of the usual Hogwarts activities, just a few pieces of iron armor standing on both sides of the corridor holding axes, and a few tables with vases beside them.
There is a closed wooden door at the end.
Immediately afterwards, there was a deafening roar, which was frightening, and vaguely felt like a dog barking.
McGuffin immediately realized what the sound was, or where it was.
Hagrid's three-headed dog Fluffy, the corridor on the fourth floor that students are forbidden to enter.
A thought flashed through McGuffin's head, and a thought frightened him.
He hurriedly turned around and got under the original table.
"Thank God, the original passage can still be opened."
In the return passage, McGuffin had just closed the camouflaged portal on the wall when he heard the sound of the middle door being opened at the end of the fourth floor, as well as a louder roar, echoing in the corridor.
A footstep is gradually approaching.
McGuffin listened to the sound with bated breath.
"Master... I... can't deal with... the three-headed monster..." The sobbing and weak voice came intermittently through the cracks in the wall to the ears of the McGuffin hiding below.
—It's Quirrell!
Then... Sure enough——
"Hiss... to find that... the original owner... that big stupid..."
Another voice sounded - hoarse, emotionless, hearing the voice felt like a snake in front of the McGuffin, spitting out its letter in cold blood, staring at its prey.
Just hearing the sound took every ounce of heat from McGuffin, leaving him feeling cold and hopeless deep down.
— Voldemort! !
McGuffin's heart seemed to be tightly grasped by both hands and squeezed to the throat.
At this moment, he hardly dared to breathe, and his whole body was tense to stand on the spot, not daring to move a step, for fear of being discovered.
My mind is blank, I don't know how long it has been,
A minute, an hour, or a day passed...he didn't know.
It wasn't until Peeves passed by humming a little tune that he fell to the ground.
boom!
"Who is it? Which brave brat wants to scare Uncle Peeves!"
After screaming for a long time, Peeves finally left the corridor.
After McGuffin could not hear the sound, he crawled back into the corridor from the hidden entrance.
Didn't stay long, for fear of being discovered by Voldemort/Quirrell.
He hastily exhausted his remaining strength, raised his limp legs and hurried away.
By this time McGuffin was no longer hungry.
I don't know what time it is, I hope I won't be late for Charms class.
……
9 am
In the spell class, the spell taught by Professor Flitwick is the luminous spell - 'fluorescent flash', and the theoretical teaching has already been carried out in the last class.This lesson is mainly to start practicing magic.
MacGuffin rested his head on his right arm, and tapped his left hand on the table.
What happened just now really shocked him a lot!
The mood is difficult to calm down.
McGuffin tossed and turned in his mind whether he had maintained Occlumency in [Defense Against the Dark Arts], whether he had deliberately stared at the large scarf that covered Quirrell's head, the key was whether it was possible that he made strange actions or expressions like an idiot that caught the attention of Voldemort who possessed Quirrell.
Although it was a section of [Defense Against the Dark Arts] that seemed like a joke, McGuffin did not dare to relax his vigilance at all. In the original book, Quirrell was also an excellent student at Hogwarts, especially good at theoretical research on magic. Not to mention that he now has the Dark Lord Voldemort attached to the back of his head, the craziest, most evil and powerful dark wizard in the world.
After what happened unexpectedly in the restricted area on the fourth floor just now, he realized that even the relatively safe first grade in the original plot was full of pitfalls. He had to be careful, otherwise he might die.
Just like just now.
bang bang!McGuffin kept tapping on the table, feeling very nervous.He wondered if that Voldemort found him just now?
It stands to reason that he should not have discovered that now he is just a two-skinned face living on Quirrell's body, without a body, and without powerful magical abilities...
Hermione was suddenly annoyed and pushed McGuffin directly, and said, "Can you stop knocking on the table, even if you don't study, there are others who want to study."
Oh, I forgot to mention that Professor Flitwick divided the class into two groups. Harry's partner was Ron, Neville's partner was Seamus Finnigan, and McGuffin's partner was Hermione Granger.
McGuffin considers himself a mature 'adult'. After all, his previous life plus his current age (including the age of the original owner) can almost be regarded as Hermione's old father.
Mature elders don't care about the immature behavior of these kids who haven't grown up.
But from Hermione's point of view-McGuffin was somehow responsible for causing Hermione's hair to burn in Transfiguration class, and now he didn't take it seriously and didn't apologize at all, which pissed her off even more.
This made her want to 'target' the MacGuffin all the more.
(End of this chapter)
