Chapter 54 Minerva's night trial of MacGuffin!
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Yun Yin Shen
Chapter 54 Minerva's night trial of MacGuffin!
When McGuffin was dragged into the hall, he was dazed and confused.
Ok!
He did have some bad premonitions, but he didn't expect things to be so bad!
Maybe worse than imagined.
Percy angrily pulled McGuffin out of the bed, and stared at him with a bad face all the way.
McGuffin knew right away that those sand sculptures must have been captured tonight, but it had nothing to do with him!
When passing by the Gryffindor lounge, McGuffin saw that George and Fred, who were frozen by the spell, were being moved in from the outside of the portrait passage by other Gryffindor cubs participating in the "Night Fight" and placed on the armchairs.
He wanted to ask them what was going on, but almost everyone glared at them.
Harry, Ron wanted to come over to talk to him, but was stopped by others, which made McGuffin even more confused.
Percy led him into the hall on the first floor of Hogwarts.
The lights here are brightly lit, and the atmosphere is different from usual.The resting stone sculptures on the left and right walls have turned into wings ready to fly, with ferocious beast mouths, sharp teeth, and sharp claws, all revealed.
Under the reflection of the gushing flames, the entire hall was cut off from its usual warmth and added a bit of horror.
The scene on the ceiling becomes
——Lightning and thunder, violent wind and rain, the sound is deafening.
Filch grinned from ear to ear, holding his old extinguished oil lamp, leaning on the threshold of the entrance and exit hall to watch the changes here, looking at McGuffin with anticipation and hostility.
It is estimated that he proposed to turn the hall into this appearance.
The cat, Mrs. Norris kept circling around Filch's feet, rubbing against his trouser legs from time to time.
The long tables of the original four colleges in the auditorium disappeared.
It looked empty.
Standing at the top were all the professors of the main Hogwarts first-year subjects, even Hagrid standing in the left corner.
There are two teams of people below, each standing on the left and right, not many, each side is two or three.
Gryffindor was - Seamus and Thomas in the same room, they were glaring at McGuffin, as if he had done something to them.
Slytherin, that is, Malfoy, that giant-looking Fettling, and a few others were lowering their heads, talking quietly, and discussing countermeasures.
As for McGuffin - he was excluded in the center by the two groups of people, and stood alone in the front of the professors. This was the biggest reason why he felt that something was wrong when he came to this place.
——Is this to make Bao Gong angry at Chen Shimei?
Go! Go! Go!
"What the hell am I thinking here? Who the hell is Chen Shimei?"
Something was wrong with the situation, and unknown changes made McGuffin restless. Thoughts were constantly appearing in a mess, and he couldn't think calmly.
and--
Malfoy stood in front of the group of Slytherins with an arrogant look on his face, which made McGuffin know that something he didn't know happened before him, and it couldn't be worse
"Professor Dumbledore has something to do!"
"Professor McGonagall, it's up to you to start!"
Snape's cold and excited voice resounded in the hall.
He sits on top,
All the professors sat in the guest-of-honor seat on the high platform as in the school opening ceremony.
Hagrid looked at McGuffin with worried eyes. The other professors were scattered and not all present.They all looked yawning and their eyes were sleepy.
The headmaster Dumbledore's seat in the middle was vacated, and Snape was next to him with an expressionless face.
A little to the right was Quirrell, with that big purple scarf, talking to Snape, giving the McGuffin the back of his head.
McGuffin hurriedly used [Occlumency] to the highest level. Compared to the upcoming questioning of himself, he was more afraid of being discovered by Voldemort at the back of his head.
Professor McGonagall Minerva is wearing an emerald green robe, with a tight hairpin on her head, and the expression behind the square glasses is serious and angry.
She towered over the MacGuffin before she stepped off the stage.
"Tell me, what happened?"
"whats the matter?"
Although he could barely guess what happened tonight, McGuffin really didn't know why he was brought here.
Now he had to, and he could only pretend to be stupid and ask.
"Mr. Malfoy believes, or accuses you—McGuffin, that you ordered the students of Upper Slytherin and Gryffindor to duel in the trophy room this evening."
"Professor, this..."
Sure enough, it was Malfoy!
But such a flawed, nonsense accusation? ——He even brought himself here for a 'judgment'!
McGuffin felt more and more bad.
Can a single Malfoy do it?
He looked up to the front.
Professor McGonagall stared at McGuffin embarrassingly and angrily, and there were several professors sitting on the podium behind her.
Without thinking too much, McGuffin locked onto the suspect - only Professor Snape was staring at him with interest.
The eyes of the two met.
What are you doing?
Is it the ghost of this guy!
The damned old bat! ——McGuffin thought about it, and didn't understand how he offended this guy. He was embarrassed from time to time in Potions class. Knowing the plot well, he thought it was his own illusion, but he didn't expect that this guy was really eyeing him.
It's too late to wonder why this guy is trying to deal with him so deliberately.
McGuffin knew that he had to find a way to get out of this situation first, but he knew that since Snape was behind the scenes, this guy would definitely not let him get out easily... What is Snape's purpose in arranging this situation?
What exactly is this guy's position? ——Do you want to get fired?
He hasn't figured out why yet.
"Mr. Albert! McGuffin!" Professor McGonagall took two steps, and loudly woke up McGuffin from his thoughts.
"Now is not a good time for you to be distracted... (Professor McGonagall took a long breath to calm down) You must understand the seriousness of the matter. Now someone accuses you of instigating and instigating students from two colleges to duel at night. Things of this nature can almost expel you from Hogwarts."
"You...understand!" Even without looking at her face, she could hear the anger in Professor McGonagall's voice.
"I understand, but Professor McGonagall, I've never done this before, and how can I, a Gryffindor first-year student, order students from two houses, especially students from Slytherin House, to have a midnight duel?"
McGuffin did his best to speak with an air of fear and confusion.
"This……"
"McGuffin, it's not your turn to speak now, you just need to answer yes or no." Snapela stood up from the stool and said coldly.
"Okay, Professor."
McGuffin saw this guy coming to the stage, so he obeyed for the time being, to see what cards Snape had in his hand, and actually wanted to plant himself out of thin air.
——Now it's not important to find out why he dealt with himself!And the fabricated reason is so full of loopholes, touching IQ?
——Now, we can only take one step at a time!
There will only be one update tomorrow (at noon), and the author will save a few chapters for the manuscript. (I don't have a manuscript in my hand, so I feel a little flustered), the author will make up this chapter. (at least after there are three or five chapters saved)
Finally, thank you for your support!
(End of this chapter)
When McGuffin was dragged into the hall, he was dazed and confused.
Ok!
He did have some bad premonitions, but he didn't expect things to be so bad!
Maybe worse than imagined.
Percy angrily pulled McGuffin out of the bed, and stared at him with a bad face all the way.
McGuffin knew right away that those sand sculptures must have been captured tonight, but it had nothing to do with him!
When passing by the Gryffindor lounge, McGuffin saw that George and Fred, who were frozen by the spell, were being moved in from the outside of the portrait passage by other Gryffindor cubs participating in the "Night Fight" and placed on the armchairs.
He wanted to ask them what was going on, but almost everyone glared at them.
Harry, Ron wanted to come over to talk to him, but was stopped by others, which made McGuffin even more confused.
Percy led him into the hall on the first floor of Hogwarts.
The lights here are brightly lit, and the atmosphere is different from usual.The resting stone sculptures on the left and right walls have turned into wings ready to fly, with ferocious beast mouths, sharp teeth, and sharp claws, all revealed.
Under the reflection of the gushing flames, the entire hall was cut off from its usual warmth and added a bit of horror.
The scene on the ceiling becomes
——Lightning and thunder, violent wind and rain, the sound is deafening.
Filch grinned from ear to ear, holding his old extinguished oil lamp, leaning on the threshold of the entrance and exit hall to watch the changes here, looking at McGuffin with anticipation and hostility.
It is estimated that he proposed to turn the hall into this appearance.
The cat, Mrs. Norris kept circling around Filch's feet, rubbing against his trouser legs from time to time.
The long tables of the original four colleges in the auditorium disappeared.
It looked empty.
Standing at the top were all the professors of the main Hogwarts first-year subjects, even Hagrid standing in the left corner.
There are two teams of people below, each standing on the left and right, not many, each side is two or three.
Gryffindor was - Seamus and Thomas in the same room, they were glaring at McGuffin, as if he had done something to them.
Slytherin, that is, Malfoy, that giant-looking Fettling, and a few others were lowering their heads, talking quietly, and discussing countermeasures.
As for McGuffin - he was excluded in the center by the two groups of people, and stood alone in the front of the professors. This was the biggest reason why he felt that something was wrong when he came to this place.
——Is this to make Bao Gong angry at Chen Shimei?
Go! Go! Go!
"What the hell am I thinking here? Who the hell is Chen Shimei?"
Something was wrong with the situation, and unknown changes made McGuffin restless. Thoughts were constantly appearing in a mess, and he couldn't think calmly.
and--
Malfoy stood in front of the group of Slytherins with an arrogant look on his face, which made McGuffin know that something he didn't know happened before him, and it couldn't be worse
"Professor Dumbledore has something to do!"
"Professor McGonagall, it's up to you to start!"
Snape's cold and excited voice resounded in the hall.
He sits on top,
All the professors sat in the guest-of-honor seat on the high platform as in the school opening ceremony.
Hagrid looked at McGuffin with worried eyes. The other professors were scattered and not all present.They all looked yawning and their eyes were sleepy.
The headmaster Dumbledore's seat in the middle was vacated, and Snape was next to him with an expressionless face.
A little to the right was Quirrell, with that big purple scarf, talking to Snape, giving the McGuffin the back of his head.
McGuffin hurriedly used [Occlumency] to the highest level. Compared to the upcoming questioning of himself, he was more afraid of being discovered by Voldemort at the back of his head.
Professor McGonagall Minerva is wearing an emerald green robe, with a tight hairpin on her head, and the expression behind the square glasses is serious and angry.
She towered over the MacGuffin before she stepped off the stage.
"Tell me, what happened?"
"whats the matter?"
Although he could barely guess what happened tonight, McGuffin really didn't know why he was brought here.
Now he had to, and he could only pretend to be stupid and ask.
"Mr. Malfoy believes, or accuses you—McGuffin, that you ordered the students of Upper Slytherin and Gryffindor to duel in the trophy room this evening."
"Professor, this..."
Sure enough, it was Malfoy!
But such a flawed, nonsense accusation? ——He even brought himself here for a 'judgment'!
McGuffin felt more and more bad.
Can a single Malfoy do it?
He looked up to the front.
Professor McGonagall stared at McGuffin embarrassingly and angrily, and there were several professors sitting on the podium behind her.
Without thinking too much, McGuffin locked onto the suspect - only Professor Snape was staring at him with interest.
The eyes of the two met.
What are you doing?
Is it the ghost of this guy!
The damned old bat! ——McGuffin thought about it, and didn't understand how he offended this guy. He was embarrassed from time to time in Potions class. Knowing the plot well, he thought it was his own illusion, but he didn't expect that this guy was really eyeing him.
It's too late to wonder why this guy is trying to deal with him so deliberately.
McGuffin knew that he had to find a way to get out of this situation first, but he knew that since Snape was behind the scenes, this guy would definitely not let him get out easily... What is Snape's purpose in arranging this situation?
What exactly is this guy's position? ——Do you want to get fired?
He hasn't figured out why yet.
"Mr. Albert! McGuffin!" Professor McGonagall took two steps, and loudly woke up McGuffin from his thoughts.
"Now is not a good time for you to be distracted... (Professor McGonagall took a long breath to calm down) You must understand the seriousness of the matter. Now someone accuses you of instigating and instigating students from two colleges to duel at night. Things of this nature can almost expel you from Hogwarts."
"You...understand!" Even without looking at her face, she could hear the anger in Professor McGonagall's voice.
"I understand, but Professor McGonagall, I've never done this before, and how can I, a Gryffindor first-year student, order students from two houses, especially students from Slytherin House, to have a midnight duel?"
McGuffin did his best to speak with an air of fear and confusion.
"This……"
"McGuffin, it's not your turn to speak now, you just need to answer yes or no." Snapela stood up from the stool and said coldly.
"Okay, Professor."
McGuffin saw this guy coming to the stage, so he obeyed for the time being, to see what cards Snape had in his hand, and actually wanted to plant himself out of thin air.
——Now it's not important to find out why he dealt with himself!And the fabricated reason is so full of loopholes, touching IQ?
——Now, we can only take one step at a time!
There will only be one update tomorrow (at noon), and the author will save a few chapters for the manuscript. (I don't have a manuscript in my hand, so I feel a little flustered), the author will make up this chapter. (at least after there are three or five chapters saved)
Finally, thank you for your support!
(End of this chapter)
