Chapter 39 Malfoy's Revenge
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Yun Yin Shen
Chapter 39 Malfoy's Revenge
On Friday, the stairways of Hogwarts will be transformed every day, and the first-year little wizards usually start a new round of getting lost.
At this time, the first-year little wizards would come to the hall on the first floor early, so as not to find their way and be late for class.
The Hogwarts restaurant exudes a tempting aroma of food. The breakfast here is very rich, including milk, buttered bread, grilled ham, brown sugar milk tea, French toast, candied fried eggs, and even Chinese fried dumplings...etc.
"Eat some, try this fried dumpling, it tastes really good! I don't know why you hold on to the transfiguration course, you see that Neville is not as good as you, and the spells are always wrong..." Ron said to McGuffin vaguely with his mouth full of fried dumplings.
Harry looked at McGuffin with some concern, "You have to eat something."
"I'm not hungry."
"No, you look terrible. Must eat."
The taste in McGuffin's mouth was so dull that he couldn't eat anything.He was listless, and his eyes were covered with two dark circles. His eyeballs were bloodshot, his hair was disheveled, and he could almost smell the rotten smell of his whole body.
After taking a Transfiguration class, he still got nothing, Transfiguration is still so bad, it can't conjure almost anything, let alone 'magic figures'.Even the "resurrection" of the previous life figure collection is far away.
After McGuffin sighed, he mechanically stuffed a fried egg into his mouth, chewed it twice and swallowed it together with the viscous green weird drink.
He still had some hope in his heart. According to Hermione, he looked through the "Beginner's Guide to Transformation" and "The Theory of Magic", hoping to find the reason.
McGuffin once asked Professor McGonagall again, and her answer was similar to Hermione's, and she asked him to find the answer by himself from basic textbooks.
But he stayed up all night looking for nothing.
"Huh..." McGuffin saw Hermione Granger sitting not far away eating alone, put her hand in, straightened her greasy and messy hair, and cheekily wanted to ask her what caused her transfiguration to fail.
"Hmph!" She snorted coldly, and moved her dinner plate away from the distance of dozens of McGuffin seats with a straight face, watching with disgust that McGuffin came over with the "Basic Transformation Guide".
The meaning is self-evident.
"As for it?" McGuffin sat back to his original position angrily, "Crazy?"
"Looks like you've offended her a lot," said Ron. "What the hell did you do to her?"
"Um, it's nothing, it's just..."
"It's just that I don't know, I think there's something wrong with this guy's head?" McGuffin said.
Ron and Harry looked at each other, as if to say that you have the right to talk about others?
"Did you know? The dean of Slytherin, Professor Snape, is said to have a nickname called the point-deduction machine. He is especially inclined to take care of his own students, but he is strict and abnormal with students from other colleges, and deducts points for random reasons."
Seeing that the situation was not good, McGuffin hurriedly found a topic to distract the two of them.
"Machine? Deduction machine?" Ron asked puzzled.
"A machine is something made by Muggles. All in all, Snape can be said to be the Dark Lord of Hogwarts." Harry explained with a sneer after hearing this.
hiss~
It's so terrifying.
Ron understood immediately.
"I also heard from George and Percy that Snape took special care of the Slytherin students, and often deducted points from other houses. I didn't expect this rumor to be true. It seems that we have to be more careful in the next class." Ron said.
"I wish Professor McGonagall would favor us a little," said Harry.Professor McGonagall is the dean of Gryffindor, but unfortunately she arranged a lot for them last night.
Speaking of Transfiguration, a sense of despondency surged into his heart again, and McGuffin slammed his head heavily on the "Basic Transfiguration Guide" on the table.
At this time, the mail arrived.
The owl flapped its wings and descended from the sky.
Hogwarts has a lot of owls.
Whenever there are festivals or students' birthdays, Hogwarts will automatically send owls to deliver letters to students' homes.
Or students with communication needs can rely on their own owls, or go to the owl shed on the top floor of the west tower of the castle - find an owl to communicate with.
And Harry's owl Hideaway brought him a note - a message from 'Hagrid', the watchman of the Forbidden Forest, inviting him to a tea party at three o'clock in the afternoon.
"Are you going to the Forbidden Forest?" George came across the table with a long baguette in his mouth, just in time to see the small note in Harry's hand.
"No, no, we're just going to Hagrid. We're not going to the Forbidden Forest." Harry retorted quickly.
But George looked like I understand, I understand, and he doesn't know what he understands.
"We all know that we won't let Slytherin find out, especially Malfoy. If he knows that you violated the school rules, you must be in big trouble!" Fred suddenly appeared from behind George and said "kindly", pointing in the direction of Malfoy with a strange gesture.
Several people followed their 'pointing' to look.
There were also two black eye circles on Malfoy's pale face, and his expression was haggard. There were no longer those two fat entourages by his side.
He sat alone on the Slytherin table.
It seems that the rumors that have spread wildly at Hogwarts in the past two days have indeed caused Malfoy a lot of trouble.
He looked at them with a jealous look on his face.
After being discovered, he stared unscrupulously. The silver knife in his hand was inserted into the steak on the dinner plate, and blood slowly flowed out.
He told a few people his thoughts very clearly!
"What's the matter with this guy?" Ron gloated and ate a big mouthful of sausage, "How did he get into this look, it looks pitiful enough."
"To be honest, Ron, don't you really know?" Fred raised his eyebrows, and the expression on his face couldn't help but a smirk.
"To be fair, our little brother really did a great job this time." George finished the bread in his mouth, and repeatedly patted Ron on the shoulder in admiration.
"Isn't Malfoy's behavior caused by the rumors you spread?" The two then asked Ron in unison.
puff!
Ron almost sprayed the sausage in Fred George's face.
"What... what did I do!" He had a look of incredulity.
It was only at this time that McGuffin realized, what is the reason for Malfoy's bitter and bitter look?
It seems that he and Ron and Harry are the main culprits of his current situation.
Damn, this feud has grown.
……
Indeed, in Malfoy's view, this feud has really grown, and it has given him so much courage that he has forgotten the fear of being only worthy of the 'Crazy MacGuffin'.
"And we might be screwed!"
McGuffin thought.
He and Harry and Ron are being bullied and attacked by a few burly-looking senior Slytherin students.
Got stunned.
When McGuffin woke up, he found himself tied up tightly with ropes and thrown into a cabinet at the end of the hall.
This was the cabinet where Filch kept his brooms and mops, and no one would normally come in or even pass by.
Harry struggled to shout for help, but the tired McGuffin was also stuffed with a rag.
I don't know what these dishcloths are for, they smell strange, rancid, smelly and very pungent.
Malfoy stood in front of several of them, watching them.
breathe--
He squinted his eyes, breathed with all his strength, and tried his best to enjoy the scene in front of him.
After letting out a breath, Malfoy lowered his voice and said slowly, "This is just the beginning! McGuffin, Harry, Ron, enjoy yourself!"
(Poor guy, looks like he's going crazy with rumors.)
"If you're lucky, maybe you will be expelled by Professor Snape this time because of absenteeism. Of course, I don't hope so."
"This is just the beginning, how long will it take for us to get along in the future?"
Malfoy roared excitedly, as if he was the one who was bound.
"Finally, I hope you can enjoy your stay here."
A few Slytherins laughed hoarsely and closed the cupboard door.
Suddenly, McGuffin was plunged into darkness.
(End of this chapter)
On Friday, the stairways of Hogwarts will be transformed every day, and the first-year little wizards usually start a new round of getting lost.
At this time, the first-year little wizards would come to the hall on the first floor early, so as not to find their way and be late for class.
The Hogwarts restaurant exudes a tempting aroma of food. The breakfast here is very rich, including milk, buttered bread, grilled ham, brown sugar milk tea, French toast, candied fried eggs, and even Chinese fried dumplings...etc.
"Eat some, try this fried dumpling, it tastes really good! I don't know why you hold on to the transfiguration course, you see that Neville is not as good as you, and the spells are always wrong..." Ron said to McGuffin vaguely with his mouth full of fried dumplings.
Harry looked at McGuffin with some concern, "You have to eat something."
"I'm not hungry."
"No, you look terrible. Must eat."
The taste in McGuffin's mouth was so dull that he couldn't eat anything.He was listless, and his eyes were covered with two dark circles. His eyeballs were bloodshot, his hair was disheveled, and he could almost smell the rotten smell of his whole body.
After taking a Transfiguration class, he still got nothing, Transfiguration is still so bad, it can't conjure almost anything, let alone 'magic figures'.Even the "resurrection" of the previous life figure collection is far away.
After McGuffin sighed, he mechanically stuffed a fried egg into his mouth, chewed it twice and swallowed it together with the viscous green weird drink.
He still had some hope in his heart. According to Hermione, he looked through the "Beginner's Guide to Transformation" and "The Theory of Magic", hoping to find the reason.
McGuffin once asked Professor McGonagall again, and her answer was similar to Hermione's, and she asked him to find the answer by himself from basic textbooks.
But he stayed up all night looking for nothing.
"Huh..." McGuffin saw Hermione Granger sitting not far away eating alone, put her hand in, straightened her greasy and messy hair, and cheekily wanted to ask her what caused her transfiguration to fail.
"Hmph!" She snorted coldly, and moved her dinner plate away from the distance of dozens of McGuffin seats with a straight face, watching with disgust that McGuffin came over with the "Basic Transformation Guide".
The meaning is self-evident.
"As for it?" McGuffin sat back to his original position angrily, "Crazy?"
"Looks like you've offended her a lot," said Ron. "What the hell did you do to her?"
"Um, it's nothing, it's just..."
"It's just that I don't know, I think there's something wrong with this guy's head?" McGuffin said.
Ron and Harry looked at each other, as if to say that you have the right to talk about others?
"Did you know? The dean of Slytherin, Professor Snape, is said to have a nickname called the point-deduction machine. He is especially inclined to take care of his own students, but he is strict and abnormal with students from other colleges, and deducts points for random reasons."
Seeing that the situation was not good, McGuffin hurriedly found a topic to distract the two of them.
"Machine? Deduction machine?" Ron asked puzzled.
"A machine is something made by Muggles. All in all, Snape can be said to be the Dark Lord of Hogwarts." Harry explained with a sneer after hearing this.
hiss~
It's so terrifying.
Ron understood immediately.
"I also heard from George and Percy that Snape took special care of the Slytherin students, and often deducted points from other houses. I didn't expect this rumor to be true. It seems that we have to be more careful in the next class." Ron said.
"I wish Professor McGonagall would favor us a little," said Harry.Professor McGonagall is the dean of Gryffindor, but unfortunately she arranged a lot for them last night.
Speaking of Transfiguration, a sense of despondency surged into his heart again, and McGuffin slammed his head heavily on the "Basic Transfiguration Guide" on the table.
At this time, the mail arrived.
The owl flapped its wings and descended from the sky.
Hogwarts has a lot of owls.
Whenever there are festivals or students' birthdays, Hogwarts will automatically send owls to deliver letters to students' homes.
Or students with communication needs can rely on their own owls, or go to the owl shed on the top floor of the west tower of the castle - find an owl to communicate with.
And Harry's owl Hideaway brought him a note - a message from 'Hagrid', the watchman of the Forbidden Forest, inviting him to a tea party at three o'clock in the afternoon.
"Are you going to the Forbidden Forest?" George came across the table with a long baguette in his mouth, just in time to see the small note in Harry's hand.
"No, no, we're just going to Hagrid. We're not going to the Forbidden Forest." Harry retorted quickly.
But George looked like I understand, I understand, and he doesn't know what he understands.
"We all know that we won't let Slytherin find out, especially Malfoy. If he knows that you violated the school rules, you must be in big trouble!" Fred suddenly appeared from behind George and said "kindly", pointing in the direction of Malfoy with a strange gesture.
Several people followed their 'pointing' to look.
There were also two black eye circles on Malfoy's pale face, and his expression was haggard. There were no longer those two fat entourages by his side.
He sat alone on the Slytherin table.
It seems that the rumors that have spread wildly at Hogwarts in the past two days have indeed caused Malfoy a lot of trouble.
He looked at them with a jealous look on his face.
After being discovered, he stared unscrupulously. The silver knife in his hand was inserted into the steak on the dinner plate, and blood slowly flowed out.
He told a few people his thoughts very clearly!
"What's the matter with this guy?" Ron gloated and ate a big mouthful of sausage, "How did he get into this look, it looks pitiful enough."
"To be honest, Ron, don't you really know?" Fred raised his eyebrows, and the expression on his face couldn't help but a smirk.
"To be fair, our little brother really did a great job this time." George finished the bread in his mouth, and repeatedly patted Ron on the shoulder in admiration.
"Isn't Malfoy's behavior caused by the rumors you spread?" The two then asked Ron in unison.
puff!
Ron almost sprayed the sausage in Fred George's face.
"What... what did I do!" He had a look of incredulity.
It was only at this time that McGuffin realized, what is the reason for Malfoy's bitter and bitter look?
It seems that he and Ron and Harry are the main culprits of his current situation.
Damn, this feud has grown.
……
Indeed, in Malfoy's view, this feud has really grown, and it has given him so much courage that he has forgotten the fear of being only worthy of the 'Crazy MacGuffin'.
"And we might be screwed!"
McGuffin thought.
He and Harry and Ron are being bullied and attacked by a few burly-looking senior Slytherin students.
Got stunned.
When McGuffin woke up, he found himself tied up tightly with ropes and thrown into a cabinet at the end of the hall.
This was the cabinet where Filch kept his brooms and mops, and no one would normally come in or even pass by.
Harry struggled to shout for help, but the tired McGuffin was also stuffed with a rag.
I don't know what these dishcloths are for, they smell strange, rancid, smelly and very pungent.
Malfoy stood in front of several of them, watching them.
breathe--
He squinted his eyes, breathed with all his strength, and tried his best to enjoy the scene in front of him.
After letting out a breath, Malfoy lowered his voice and said slowly, "This is just the beginning! McGuffin, Harry, Ron, enjoy yourself!"
(Poor guy, looks like he's going crazy with rumors.)
"If you're lucky, maybe you will be expelled by Professor Snape this time because of absenteeism. Of course, I don't hope so."
"This is just the beginning, how long will it take for us to get along in the future?"
Malfoy roared excitedly, as if he was the one who was bound.
"Finally, I hope you can enjoy your stay here."
A few Slytherins laughed hoarsely and closed the cupboard door.
Suddenly, McGuffin was plunged into darkness.
(End of this chapter)
