Chapter 72 Gulugu! (Wood sticks!)
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Yun Yin Shen
Chapter 72 Gulugu! (Wood sticks!)
After checking the situation of the four McGuffins for a while, Mrs. Penrad came to a conclusion.
"Their magic power is exhausted. They must make up for sleep and rejuvenate. They will not be able to cast spells in two or three days."
"Including the two of you—Mr. Ron, Miss Granger!"
Mrs. Penrad stared at the two who were still awake, and said very seriously, "Maybe you don't take it seriously, but when you are using extremely expensive potions to restore your spellcasting ability, don't come to me and cry."
Ron swallowed his saliva and quickly agreed. The scene Mrs. Penrad described to him really terrified him.
A bottle of potion for treating mana exhaustion is actually worth more than [-] Galleons, and this is not something that can be solved by a bottle.
Depending on the severity of the symptoms, it may even require continuous treatment, and some courses of treatment may even last for several years before it can be cured.
At that time, Ron felt that if the potion was filled with water (very doubtful that it should be filled with water now, otherwise why would it take so many courses of treatment!)
This is comparable
— robbing Gringotts is much faster!
Mrs. Pontrad turned to treat Professor Snape again.
She waved her wand - the robe on Snape's chest became transparent, layers of skin and muscles disappeared, and the beating organs, flowing blood vessels, and white breastbone in the entire chest cavity seemed to be seen through perspective.
Mrs. Penrad slid her wand over her chest, pointed at the flesh and bones, and carefully observed and analyzed it.
This made Snape feel chills all over his body, and he always felt like he had become the biological specimens when making potions.
"Well—easy, little thing. Just a broken sternum, a bit of muscle damage, and no bone inserted into the organ, causing a big rupture in the blood vessel."
Mrs. Pomrad lay on Snape's chest and inspected it carefully, and said, "It's nothing serious, it can be cured in just a second."
She flicked her wand lightly, and Snape immediately felt a lot easier to breathe.
"Don't exercise strenuously these two days, or your chest will still hurt a little. If Professor Snape needs you, make some healing potions and drink it, and you'll get better soon. But I saw your legs..."
"I'll talk about that later, where did Professor Quirrell go?" Snape didn't want everyone to know about his leg injury, and interrupted Mrs. Penrad's inquiry with a question.
"Professor Quirrell is right behind me, probably coming soon. Oh - isn't this coming?" Mrs. Pomrad pointed to the corridor on Snape's right.
"Oh, this-what the hell-what-what's going on-back-thing?" Quirrell looked like he was about to faint, clutching his chest tightly, and stumbled to the side of several people.He looked at a large hole in the wall and kept sobbing.
Dumbledore carefully inspected the wands that Harry and McGuffin had dropped on the ground, and then returned to Ron and Hermione to ask for their wands for a closer inspection. (do a test.)
He frowned and looked serious.
In the end, he personally took the wands of the four of them away and put them in a long and narrow box made of large broken stones.
"Professor, what are you?" Professor Flitwick asked.
All the professors at the scene were full of doubts, and it was clear at the scene that four little wizards were fighting a giant monster.
But no matter what they thought about the magic knowledge, they couldn't understand how it could be destroyed by a giant monster, and what kind of little wizard could defeat such a destructive monster?
They were unharmed? !
It is completely impossible to judge what happened based on the situation at the scene.
These professors surrounded Dumbledore and asked what was on their minds.
But Dumbledore didn't say much, instead he asked everyone not to tell anyone except the Hogwarts staff.
"Especially those from the Ministry of Magic!"
In the end he made a special point.
"Okay, let's tidy up here so that other students can eat in peace when they get up tomorrow morning."
All the professors began to perform magic, repair the hole in the wall, smooth out the potholes on the floor, and then clean up the lubricating oil, stones, plank debris and other debris.
Dumbledore led Mrs. Penrad and Professor Quirrell to the square courtyard outside, and brought the troll on the second floor.
All the trolls were hanging around in there, and two had big bumps on their heads.
Hagrid stood near the door looking at the trolls, and put his fingers over his nose - it was bleeding uncontrollably, black and blue, as if he had been hit hard by something.
After Mrs. Penrad cured Hagrid's nose, she examined the giant monsters in detail and learned about the symptoms of these giant monsters from Hagrid.
"They were all crazy, fighting each other below, and the smell on their bodies became more and more serious. I was almost suffocated to death below."
Hagrid was horrified at the thought and shuddered. He never wanted to be near these creatures again.
"Have you seen what the eyes of these trolls look like?" Madam Pomfrey asked, "Aren't they red? The entire eyeballs have become bright red."
"The underground corridor is pitch black, there are not many torches, I didn't see clearly,... No, how could I care to look into these guys' eyes at that time!" Hagrid was a little annoyed when asked, and muttered in his mouth, "For some reason, these stupid guys threw down the wooden sticks that they never left their hands and beat them around, otherwise I might not be able to get up."
"If I had known something like this happened, I would have brought it..." Hagrid was indignant.
Mrs. Penrad inspected the troll from the second floor again, and even cut open its skin and flesh with a magic wand, and the blood that flowed down caused it to form a ball of plasma in the air.
Then she casts different spells, trying to infuse her own magic and see the effects change.
On the other side, Dumbledore watched as Professor Quirrell questioned the huge giant standing there.
A grunt came from Professor Quirrell's throat.
— grunt grunt! (What the hell is going on with you! What happened!)
——Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! (Crazy! Crazy! Drop the stick! No more! Red-eyed monster! Head swollen! Don’t remember!)
— Hudu Gululu! (Give me something to eat, or I will be beaten with a wooden stick! Say yes! Otherwise, I will be beaten with a wooden stick!)
Another troll who hadn't passed out waved a wooden club and shouted loudly.
— snore!grunt!Goo! (Eat! Stick! Hit!)
All the giant monsters didn't know which nerve was touched at this time. They yelled loudly, held up their wooden sticks, jumped left and right, and swayed their huge bodies.
Don't say it!It smells like that! (Smell of rhythm swing!)
— like some kind of bizarre (hot-eyed) dance, or — troll (big) parade? !
It took Quirrell a long time to calm them down, and then asked.
……
After the question and answer, Professor Quirrell told Dumbledore the truth, anyway, these silly trolls didn't know what happened.They are full of food and sticks and random thoughts.
"Dumbledore-not-Lido, teach-professor, it-they-want...reward, eat and eat." Professor Quirrell told Dumbledore that the troll wanted the reward for moving the stone that had been negotiated earlier.
Finally got rid of the trolls who almost did the 'square dance'.
They happily took the leftover food from the Halloween banquet, and carried their companions back to the Forbidden Forest.
(End of this chapter)
After checking the situation of the four McGuffins for a while, Mrs. Penrad came to a conclusion.
"Their magic power is exhausted. They must make up for sleep and rejuvenate. They will not be able to cast spells in two or three days."
"Including the two of you—Mr. Ron, Miss Granger!"
Mrs. Penrad stared at the two who were still awake, and said very seriously, "Maybe you don't take it seriously, but when you are using extremely expensive potions to restore your spellcasting ability, don't come to me and cry."
Ron swallowed his saliva and quickly agreed. The scene Mrs. Penrad described to him really terrified him.
A bottle of potion for treating mana exhaustion is actually worth more than [-] Galleons, and this is not something that can be solved by a bottle.
Depending on the severity of the symptoms, it may even require continuous treatment, and some courses of treatment may even last for several years before it can be cured.
At that time, Ron felt that if the potion was filled with water (very doubtful that it should be filled with water now, otherwise why would it take so many courses of treatment!)
This is comparable
— robbing Gringotts is much faster!
Mrs. Pontrad turned to treat Professor Snape again.
She waved her wand - the robe on Snape's chest became transparent, layers of skin and muscles disappeared, and the beating organs, flowing blood vessels, and white breastbone in the entire chest cavity seemed to be seen through perspective.
Mrs. Penrad slid her wand over her chest, pointed at the flesh and bones, and carefully observed and analyzed it.
This made Snape feel chills all over his body, and he always felt like he had become the biological specimens when making potions.
"Well—easy, little thing. Just a broken sternum, a bit of muscle damage, and no bone inserted into the organ, causing a big rupture in the blood vessel."
Mrs. Pomrad lay on Snape's chest and inspected it carefully, and said, "It's nothing serious, it can be cured in just a second."
She flicked her wand lightly, and Snape immediately felt a lot easier to breathe.
"Don't exercise strenuously these two days, or your chest will still hurt a little. If Professor Snape needs you, make some healing potions and drink it, and you'll get better soon. But I saw your legs..."
"I'll talk about that later, where did Professor Quirrell go?" Snape didn't want everyone to know about his leg injury, and interrupted Mrs. Penrad's inquiry with a question.
"Professor Quirrell is right behind me, probably coming soon. Oh - isn't this coming?" Mrs. Pomrad pointed to the corridor on Snape's right.
"Oh, this-what the hell-what-what's going on-back-thing?" Quirrell looked like he was about to faint, clutching his chest tightly, and stumbled to the side of several people.He looked at a large hole in the wall and kept sobbing.
Dumbledore carefully inspected the wands that Harry and McGuffin had dropped on the ground, and then returned to Ron and Hermione to ask for their wands for a closer inspection. (do a test.)
He frowned and looked serious.
In the end, he personally took the wands of the four of them away and put them in a long and narrow box made of large broken stones.
"Professor, what are you?" Professor Flitwick asked.
All the professors at the scene were full of doubts, and it was clear at the scene that four little wizards were fighting a giant monster.
But no matter what they thought about the magic knowledge, they couldn't understand how it could be destroyed by a giant monster, and what kind of little wizard could defeat such a destructive monster?
They were unharmed? !
It is completely impossible to judge what happened based on the situation at the scene.
These professors surrounded Dumbledore and asked what was on their minds.
But Dumbledore didn't say much, instead he asked everyone not to tell anyone except the Hogwarts staff.
"Especially those from the Ministry of Magic!"
In the end he made a special point.
"Okay, let's tidy up here so that other students can eat in peace when they get up tomorrow morning."
All the professors began to perform magic, repair the hole in the wall, smooth out the potholes on the floor, and then clean up the lubricating oil, stones, plank debris and other debris.
Dumbledore led Mrs. Penrad and Professor Quirrell to the square courtyard outside, and brought the troll on the second floor.
All the trolls were hanging around in there, and two had big bumps on their heads.
Hagrid stood near the door looking at the trolls, and put his fingers over his nose - it was bleeding uncontrollably, black and blue, as if he had been hit hard by something.
After Mrs. Penrad cured Hagrid's nose, she examined the giant monsters in detail and learned about the symptoms of these giant monsters from Hagrid.
"They were all crazy, fighting each other below, and the smell on their bodies became more and more serious. I was almost suffocated to death below."
Hagrid was horrified at the thought and shuddered. He never wanted to be near these creatures again.
"Have you seen what the eyes of these trolls look like?" Madam Pomfrey asked, "Aren't they red? The entire eyeballs have become bright red."
"The underground corridor is pitch black, there are not many torches, I didn't see clearly,... No, how could I care to look into these guys' eyes at that time!" Hagrid was a little annoyed when asked, and muttered in his mouth, "For some reason, these stupid guys threw down the wooden sticks that they never left their hands and beat them around, otherwise I might not be able to get up."
"If I had known something like this happened, I would have brought it..." Hagrid was indignant.
Mrs. Penrad inspected the troll from the second floor again, and even cut open its skin and flesh with a magic wand, and the blood that flowed down caused it to form a ball of plasma in the air.
Then she casts different spells, trying to infuse her own magic and see the effects change.
On the other side, Dumbledore watched as Professor Quirrell questioned the huge giant standing there.
A grunt came from Professor Quirrell's throat.
— grunt grunt! (What the hell is going on with you! What happened!)
——Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! (Crazy! Crazy! Drop the stick! No more! Red-eyed monster! Head swollen! Don’t remember!)
— Hudu Gululu! (Give me something to eat, or I will be beaten with a wooden stick! Say yes! Otherwise, I will be beaten with a wooden stick!)
Another troll who hadn't passed out waved a wooden club and shouted loudly.
— snore!grunt!Goo! (Eat! Stick! Hit!)
All the giant monsters didn't know which nerve was touched at this time. They yelled loudly, held up their wooden sticks, jumped left and right, and swayed their huge bodies.
Don't say it!It smells like that! (Smell of rhythm swing!)
— like some kind of bizarre (hot-eyed) dance, or — troll (big) parade? !
It took Quirrell a long time to calm them down, and then asked.
……
After the question and answer, Professor Quirrell told Dumbledore the truth, anyway, these silly trolls didn't know what happened.They are full of food and sticks and random thoughts.
"Dumbledore-not-Lido, teach-professor, it-they-want...reward, eat and eat." Professor Quirrell told Dumbledore that the troll wanted the reward for moving the stone that had been negotiated earlier.
Finally got rid of the trolls who almost did the 'square dance'.
They happily took the leftover food from the Halloween banquet, and carried their companions back to the Forbidden Forest.
(End of this chapter)
