Chapter 82 Terrorist Attack? (5K)
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Yun Yin Shen
Chapter 82 Terrorist Attack? (5K)
McGuffin and Hermione slipped back into the stands before the neighborhood was packed with young wizards.
When it was almost time to pass the stairs, McGuffin realized that his legs were almost shaking like a sieve, and he couldn't stop at all.
"McGuffin, you are a bit useful, okay, don't shake your legs,... You made me too... Do you think we will be discovered!" Hermione's back molars trembled and collided, making a thumping sound.
She couldn't stop the fear in her heart, and she felt suffocated when she thought of the 'big scene' just now, "How did this happen? ——If this goes on, we won't be expelled from Hogwarts!"
McGuffin pinched his legs hard, trying to stop it, so as not to let others vent their flaws.
"It's not a way to go on like this... won't be discovered by others?"
……
After waiting in the stairs for a few minutes, the two barely stopped shaking before returning to their original seats.
Ron saw them come back and said, "Harry's all right, he's back on his broomstick...what did you do to save Harry?...that Snape..."
Uh...
McGuffin gagged Ron's mouth with one hand, and stuffed the rest of his words back.
Immediately afterwards, he saw everyone in front of him, even Neville looked suspiciously at their strange movements.
Letting go of his hand, McGuffin abruptly changed the topic, "Neville, why are you crying?"
"By the way, did you see what happened on the other side just now?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he felt regretful and wanted to slap himself. Isn't this what pot is not opened and which pot is not to be lifted?
Hermione squinted at him, the idiot, when she heard it.
"Oh! It's nothing, nothing... I'm a little worried about Harry!" Neville avoided the first topic a little embarrassedly, and then turned to talk about the 'one-in-a-century scene' they saw with a slightly excited look, "We didn't see that incident clearly,...we just saw the Slytherin team explode like firecrackers, and then the professors on the opposite side also jumped in all directions...What happened, did you hear anything down there?"
Seamus next to him rushed to gossip and said, "I heard from Lee Jordan that Derian Pussey caught a big dung egg as a golden snitch. Is it true? Hahaha, these guys also have such a day! ... And, and! On the opposite stand, the yellow smoke is indeed a bit like a big dung egg exploded..."
"It's a pity that it's not too far away from here, and I can't smell it... Otherwise, I can be sure-I'm happy to think about it, but the Slytherins actually pretended to be a golden snitch, and then threw it on the professors' heads-now they are finished!" Dean leaned forward and said happily, not knowing how he came up with such an outrageous conclusion.
Suddenly there was a burst of crying and shouting from below. It was very noisy here, but now the sound from the crowd can almost explode the entire Quidditch pitch.
McGuffin and the others came to the edge of the stands and looked down.
There was a rush of people rushing to the exit, and the little wizards were crying for their fathers and mothers—as if something serious had happened!
Suddenly, someone ran up from below and screamed.
Hermione's roommate, Lavender Brown, came up and yelled at the little Gryffindor wizards here, "There are dark wizards attacking... In the stands of the professors, it seems that the professors have been attacked and cursed...? You still don't run away, Principal Dumbledore has issued an order for everyone to leave here and go back to Hogwarts Castle..."
what! ! ?
McGuffin looked at Hagrid, Dumbledore's number one fanboy, with question marks all over his head.
Hagrid was seen holding one of the largest binoculars, but it looked like some kind of small, small toy in his hands.
He was staring at Harry, oblivious to the chaos outside.
"Okay! That's right, that's it—Harry got the Snitch, and we won the game!" Hagrid put down the binoculars and cheered loudly, but he saw a group of young wizards watching him around him, and he didn't imagine the scene of the crowd applauding and cheering.
"Eh... what happened?" Hagrid asked, tugging at his beard, with a puzzled face, not knowing what happened.
Everyone immediately told Hagrid everything they knew.
"Is it true? Hagrid, did Professor Dumbledore really issue such an order?" Someone asked.
"How does he know? Hagrid has been with us all this time. Hasn't he, Hagrid? I think it's safer for us to get back to Hogwarts Castle earlier." Someone raised an argument.
"Didn't Professor Dumbledore go to the meeting of the International Union of Magic? Didn't he come to the Quidditch pitch to watch the game today?"
Hagrid waited until everyone had finished talking before expressing his bewilderment.
But at this time, no one paid attention to his words.
The little wizards above were discussing and arguing about how to leave the Quidditch pitch.
Now in the Quidditch pitch.
From top to bottom, from the tower stands to the corridors, everyone fell into chaos. The prefects were vulnerable to this vast sea of rumors, and there was no way to maintain order.
MacGuffin, he saw Percy stretching his arms in the stands in the corridor below, trying to stop the little wizard from running towards the exit.
But some simply slipped under his arm; some smashed at him with a small flag in their hands, and then quickly slipped past; the senior students used their wands to turn the ground into sand, jumped from both sides of the corridor, or tied several scarves together to form a rope, and slid directly down; in the end, all the students rushed past him together, squeezing him to the edge of the corridor, screaming again and again.
Seeing this scene, the McGuffin's head was almost about to explode. He looked at Hermione and pulled her to the corner on the other side.
McGuffin panicked a lot now, "What the hell is going on?—Did the black wizard really attack the professor?"
"How do I know! It's probably caused by those two big shit just now..." Hermione stared at McGuffin with a frantic look on her face.
"Ah!——If I had known, I might as well cast spells with Neville's wand! At least I can use potions to cure magic exhaustion.—Now we are expelled from Hogwarts, which is relatively light. If we continue like this, we won't be caught in Azikaban!"
At this time, a thunderous voice came from the sky above the Quidditch field. It was the voice of Lee Jordan.
His voice overwhelmed all kinds of mother-in-law curses, sharp shouts, ... and other messy sounds, resounding from every corner of the entire stand.
Soon, although there were still people discussing in low voices in the stadium, or wanting to leave in troubled waters, it was barely quiet overall, and the little wizards stayed where they were and listened to the school explain what happened.
"Everyone, don't panic, don't be chaotic, there are no dark wizards, no attacks—"
"Ahem,... well, before that, let's congratulate Harry Potter, he caught the golden snitch!"
There was a sound of Professor McGonagall questioning Jordan in a low voice, and then there was the sound of scrambling for something, which seemed to be a microphone.
"Buzz, bang!"
It seemed that something hit the table, and then the sliding friction made an abnormally sharp sound.
Lee Jordan's begging voice continued, "Wait, Professor McGonagall, I'll just say the last few words!"
"Hooray! Gryffindor won the first Quidditch match in 1991—!"
At a speed of [-] yards per second, Lee Jordan quickly announced that the Gryffindor team had won the game.
Professor McGonagall's angry voice came from the side, "Pull this guy down and take him away...".
"Wait! Professor McGonagall! I'm not done yet - long live Harry Potter! Gryffindor -"
Li's voice seemed to be getting farther and farther away, and then it was suddenly cut off halfway.
……
Harry was eight feet above the ground, on a broomstick, with the Snitch in hand, looking at the rest of his Gryffindor Quidditch teammates.
Listening to Lee Jordan congratulating himself and Gryffindor on winning the match, Harry felt genuinely strange, not as excited as he imagined.
This game has become more and more weird since I don't know when.
First there was the deliberate foul by the Slytherin players, which, though vile and disgusting, was to be expected, as Wood had told him from the start.
But after being hit by Flint in the back, his broomstick didn't obey the command, and all kinds of attempts to throw him from the sky were like trying to murder him.
While suspecting that the other party had cast black magic on his broomstick, Harry lamented to hear that Slytherin had won the match, which made him despair and blame himself, if he hadn't—
But everything that happened after that changed almost 180 degrees - he was stunned and confused.
Not long after, Lee Jordan announced loudly that he had made a mistake just now, and he found that the Golden Snitch was still on the field.
And then Adrian Pusey was holding a big dung egg—it exploded in his hands and took over a yellow no-fly zone over the Quidditch pitch.
The Slytherin team has almost been 'annihilated' in this 'safety accident'!
When George Fred saw all this, they almost laughed so hard that they almost fell. They could only hug the broomstick tightly with their legs and arms, and slowly landed above the lawn of the Quidditch field.
While 'escorting' them down, Harry saw the Snitch and captured it.
But—the sound of the Quidditch stadium was not cheers, but chaos. The professors, like dumplings in the water, jumped down from the stand hill and landed on the stadium.
Harry flew his broom into the sky, carefully walked around the unknown yellow danger zone, and after circling the Quidditch field, he found that the situation was more serious than he imagined.
The crowd in the stands in the corridor was constantly surging, shouting in a chaotic manner. From time to time, little wizards fell or deliberately jumped from both sides, but before they could cast spells, they injured themselves and cried loudly, calling for help.
The professors on the court wanted to help and maintain order, but the little wizards saw them as if they had encountered a dark wizard, and they backed away again and again, causing the chaos to spread even more.
It's almost like a large-scale doomsday disaster scene, a bit like the Muggle videotape Harry peeped-the kind of scene where people scramble for their lives in horror zombie movies.
Harry rode a broom and quickly returned to the original place, explained the situation with Wood and other team members, but they didn't know what to do.
At this time, Lee Joe's voice sounded, congratulating them on their victory. Of course, such an inconspicuous little move at this juncture immediately caused Professor McGonagall to find someone to pull him down.
Then Professor McGonagall's calm voice sounded, making the slightly chaotic scene calm down immediately.
"Calm down, everyone stay calm!... There is no attack by a dark wizard. Once again, there is no attack by a dark wizard. Everything is an unfounded rumor... I am Professor McGonagall Minerva, the vice-principal of Hogwarts. Headmaster Dumbledore is not here now, and I will preside over this Quidditch match...Professor Dumbledore did not order a retreat, everything is a rumor."
"Now the faculty and staff in each stand will maintain order, so that all the little wizards in the stands of the towers will not be in a hurry to get down for the time being... the prefects of each college will maintain order in the corridors, allowing the flow to effectively exit... the other one has not suffered..."
Professor McGonagall recalled that this statement was not very kind to the professors who were attacked by the big dung eggs-it was bad enough for them today.
She then changed her words: "...Um! The professors around me go to the various exits, and the corridors meet with the prefects to maintain order together... There is no need for everyone to panic. Afterwards, we will investigate and find out what happened to the commotion?"
……
After McGuffin heard it, his legs went limp, and he grabbed Hermione's arm, unexpectedly she almost collapsed on the spot.
The two brothers and sisters supported each other, tried their best to pretend that nothing happened, and followed Hagrid slowly down the stairs.
After repeating it several times, Professor McGonagall's voice stopped.She asked Professor Flitwick to take over the supervision and guidance here to keep the students leaving in a smooth and safe order.
And she went to the 'explosion center' of this farce - in the professor's stand over there, to find out the "truth"!
"What the hell...what's going on?" Professor McGonagall was so angry that he even scolded his mother in his heart.
……
Professor McGonagall came to another stand after simply understanding what happened through the professors at the incident site.
There are already many wizards, professors, and victims with bad looks patrolling here, checking for any suspicious traces.
Although this place has been cursed over and over again to get rid of the smell, even now there are wizards waving their wands, spraying colorful bubbles, wafting around in the air to bring some kind of fresh flower fragrance.
But I don't know if it's an illusion in his heart. Professor McGonagall always feels a lingering stench that goes deep into his soul, lingers here, and pierces his nose.
On a long wooden bench in the middle rows, there was a palm mark, and then there were traces of yellow smoke and dust explosions spreading around it.
The only 'evidence' found now is covered by a transparent shield, which prevents the smell inside from escaping, and protects it from being destroyed by the way.
Professor McGonagall held his breath, walked in quickly, took a look, and left.
She had learned about it before, and knew that this was the place where the second 'big dung egg explosion' took place.
As for its main characters——
Professor Snape was pointing his wand at Professor Quirrell who seemed about to faint, growling and roaring.
"What the hell have you done, Quirrell! What have you done! . . . "
The other professors who were far away and formed a circle also looked annoyed. Although they kept restraint, they didn't want to stop Snape's questioning according to the situation.
- there is no way!
"Fresh air!"
Professor McGonagall cast a spell on his nose and came up to the two.
"Professor Snape, be reasonable, and I believe that Professor Quirrell didn't do it on purpose, no one would be so mad-intentionally crushing a big dung egg in his own hands!" Professor McGonagall said.
She hesitated in the last sentence, because she thought of that poor Slytherin Seeker who was pretending to be dizzy or in a coma.
"I know, I know, someone threw one over my back and got caught by that poor Derian of the Slytherin Quidditch team... Poor guy..."
Although he said so, Snape stared coldly at Professor Quirrell, "Is it you——Quirrell! Aren't you right behind me? Did you throw that big dung egg? I think you just saw the chaos in mid-air...In a panic, you accidentally dropped a big dung egg from your mouth, and then accidentally crushed it—no-yes-?"
Snape's expression was contorted, saliva was flying, and he testified against Quirrell.
Professor McGonagall only felt that since the beginning of this year, Professor Snape's IQ seemed to have plummeted.
Anyway, one professor throws a big dung egg at another professor... Ha!It's not that little wizards are arguing.
Huh?and many more!
This crazy feeling...Professor McGonagall always felt a little inexplicably familiar, since this year...
"Hmm! What am I thinking? No matter how crazy he is, that little wizard McGuffin wouldn't want to stick a big dung egg into the back of a professor's head. He wouldn't just find fault on purpose to get Hogwarts to expel him!"
But Professor McGonagall subconsciously thought, if this is true——
Then Gryffindor has almost no hope of winning the Academy Cup this year,
And he will also get the honor of a little wizard who was expelled in the first grade,
Then a large number of adult wizard professors will also bear the shame of being knocked out by a first-year wizard with a big dung egg, and their immortality cannot be washed away.
Professor McGonagall shivered, she couldn't think about it any longer, and quickly dismissed this crazy idea.
"Yes, yes! No little wizard dares to do such a thing... We should wait for the investigation results and use the facts as the basis..."
……
Although the game seemed to be canceled after the accident, Lee Jordan was still happy to announce that Gryffindor had won against Slytherin, and Slytherin rarely dared to refute, because they were afraid that someone would attack them with a big shit.
Most, almost all, of the young wizards gathered in small groups in the quad to gossip and discuss the events that had taken place on the Quidditch pitch.
Discuss why the professor jumped off the tower stand like crazy?
Discussing why someone attacked the professor with a big dung egg, is it as rumored—it was Slytherin who attacked?
Discuss which professor has the most elegant jumping posture, and which one has the strongest 'egg' smell...
In short, there are too many gossips today!
This made the two Weasley brothers very happy. They shuttled through the crowd to make trouble, as if they were afraid that Hogwarts would not be blown up!
None of this was heard by the MacGuffin and Harry quartet, though.
He returned to Hagrid's cabin with Harry, Hermione, and Ron, and the master was pouring them a cup of strong tea.
(End of this chapter)
McGuffin and Hermione slipped back into the stands before the neighborhood was packed with young wizards.
When it was almost time to pass the stairs, McGuffin realized that his legs were almost shaking like a sieve, and he couldn't stop at all.
"McGuffin, you are a bit useful, okay, don't shake your legs,... You made me too... Do you think we will be discovered!" Hermione's back molars trembled and collided, making a thumping sound.
She couldn't stop the fear in her heart, and she felt suffocated when she thought of the 'big scene' just now, "How did this happen? ——If this goes on, we won't be expelled from Hogwarts!"
McGuffin pinched his legs hard, trying to stop it, so as not to let others vent their flaws.
"It's not a way to go on like this... won't be discovered by others?"
……
After waiting in the stairs for a few minutes, the two barely stopped shaking before returning to their original seats.
Ron saw them come back and said, "Harry's all right, he's back on his broomstick...what did you do to save Harry?...that Snape..."
Uh...
McGuffin gagged Ron's mouth with one hand, and stuffed the rest of his words back.
Immediately afterwards, he saw everyone in front of him, even Neville looked suspiciously at their strange movements.
Letting go of his hand, McGuffin abruptly changed the topic, "Neville, why are you crying?"
"By the way, did you see what happened on the other side just now?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he felt regretful and wanted to slap himself. Isn't this what pot is not opened and which pot is not to be lifted?
Hermione squinted at him, the idiot, when she heard it.
"Oh! It's nothing, nothing... I'm a little worried about Harry!" Neville avoided the first topic a little embarrassedly, and then turned to talk about the 'one-in-a-century scene' they saw with a slightly excited look, "We didn't see that incident clearly,...we just saw the Slytherin team explode like firecrackers, and then the professors on the opposite side also jumped in all directions...What happened, did you hear anything down there?"
Seamus next to him rushed to gossip and said, "I heard from Lee Jordan that Derian Pussey caught a big dung egg as a golden snitch. Is it true? Hahaha, these guys also have such a day! ... And, and! On the opposite stand, the yellow smoke is indeed a bit like a big dung egg exploded..."
"It's a pity that it's not too far away from here, and I can't smell it... Otherwise, I can be sure-I'm happy to think about it, but the Slytherins actually pretended to be a golden snitch, and then threw it on the professors' heads-now they are finished!" Dean leaned forward and said happily, not knowing how he came up with such an outrageous conclusion.
Suddenly there was a burst of crying and shouting from below. It was very noisy here, but now the sound from the crowd can almost explode the entire Quidditch pitch.
McGuffin and the others came to the edge of the stands and looked down.
There was a rush of people rushing to the exit, and the little wizards were crying for their fathers and mothers—as if something serious had happened!
Suddenly, someone ran up from below and screamed.
Hermione's roommate, Lavender Brown, came up and yelled at the little Gryffindor wizards here, "There are dark wizards attacking... In the stands of the professors, it seems that the professors have been attacked and cursed...? You still don't run away, Principal Dumbledore has issued an order for everyone to leave here and go back to Hogwarts Castle..."
what! ! ?
McGuffin looked at Hagrid, Dumbledore's number one fanboy, with question marks all over his head.
Hagrid was seen holding one of the largest binoculars, but it looked like some kind of small, small toy in his hands.
He was staring at Harry, oblivious to the chaos outside.
"Okay! That's right, that's it—Harry got the Snitch, and we won the game!" Hagrid put down the binoculars and cheered loudly, but he saw a group of young wizards watching him around him, and he didn't imagine the scene of the crowd applauding and cheering.
"Eh... what happened?" Hagrid asked, tugging at his beard, with a puzzled face, not knowing what happened.
Everyone immediately told Hagrid everything they knew.
"Is it true? Hagrid, did Professor Dumbledore really issue such an order?" Someone asked.
"How does he know? Hagrid has been with us all this time. Hasn't he, Hagrid? I think it's safer for us to get back to Hogwarts Castle earlier." Someone raised an argument.
"Didn't Professor Dumbledore go to the meeting of the International Union of Magic? Didn't he come to the Quidditch pitch to watch the game today?"
Hagrid waited until everyone had finished talking before expressing his bewilderment.
But at this time, no one paid attention to his words.
The little wizards above were discussing and arguing about how to leave the Quidditch pitch.
Now in the Quidditch pitch.
From top to bottom, from the tower stands to the corridors, everyone fell into chaos. The prefects were vulnerable to this vast sea of rumors, and there was no way to maintain order.
MacGuffin, he saw Percy stretching his arms in the stands in the corridor below, trying to stop the little wizard from running towards the exit.
But some simply slipped under his arm; some smashed at him with a small flag in their hands, and then quickly slipped past; the senior students used their wands to turn the ground into sand, jumped from both sides of the corridor, or tied several scarves together to form a rope, and slid directly down; in the end, all the students rushed past him together, squeezing him to the edge of the corridor, screaming again and again.
Seeing this scene, the McGuffin's head was almost about to explode. He looked at Hermione and pulled her to the corner on the other side.
McGuffin panicked a lot now, "What the hell is going on?—Did the black wizard really attack the professor?"
"How do I know! It's probably caused by those two big shit just now..." Hermione stared at McGuffin with a frantic look on her face.
"Ah!——If I had known, I might as well cast spells with Neville's wand! At least I can use potions to cure magic exhaustion.—Now we are expelled from Hogwarts, which is relatively light. If we continue like this, we won't be caught in Azikaban!"
At this time, a thunderous voice came from the sky above the Quidditch field. It was the voice of Lee Jordan.
His voice overwhelmed all kinds of mother-in-law curses, sharp shouts, ... and other messy sounds, resounding from every corner of the entire stand.
Soon, although there were still people discussing in low voices in the stadium, or wanting to leave in troubled waters, it was barely quiet overall, and the little wizards stayed where they were and listened to the school explain what happened.
"Everyone, don't panic, don't be chaotic, there are no dark wizards, no attacks—"
"Ahem,... well, before that, let's congratulate Harry Potter, he caught the golden snitch!"
There was a sound of Professor McGonagall questioning Jordan in a low voice, and then there was the sound of scrambling for something, which seemed to be a microphone.
"Buzz, bang!"
It seemed that something hit the table, and then the sliding friction made an abnormally sharp sound.
Lee Jordan's begging voice continued, "Wait, Professor McGonagall, I'll just say the last few words!"
"Hooray! Gryffindor won the first Quidditch match in 1991—!"
At a speed of [-] yards per second, Lee Jordan quickly announced that the Gryffindor team had won the game.
Professor McGonagall's angry voice came from the side, "Pull this guy down and take him away...".
"Wait! Professor McGonagall! I'm not done yet - long live Harry Potter! Gryffindor -"
Li's voice seemed to be getting farther and farther away, and then it was suddenly cut off halfway.
……
Harry was eight feet above the ground, on a broomstick, with the Snitch in hand, looking at the rest of his Gryffindor Quidditch teammates.
Listening to Lee Jordan congratulating himself and Gryffindor on winning the match, Harry felt genuinely strange, not as excited as he imagined.
This game has become more and more weird since I don't know when.
First there was the deliberate foul by the Slytherin players, which, though vile and disgusting, was to be expected, as Wood had told him from the start.
But after being hit by Flint in the back, his broomstick didn't obey the command, and all kinds of attempts to throw him from the sky were like trying to murder him.
While suspecting that the other party had cast black magic on his broomstick, Harry lamented to hear that Slytherin had won the match, which made him despair and blame himself, if he hadn't—
But everything that happened after that changed almost 180 degrees - he was stunned and confused.
Not long after, Lee Jordan announced loudly that he had made a mistake just now, and he found that the Golden Snitch was still on the field.
And then Adrian Pusey was holding a big dung egg—it exploded in his hands and took over a yellow no-fly zone over the Quidditch pitch.
The Slytherin team has almost been 'annihilated' in this 'safety accident'!
When George Fred saw all this, they almost laughed so hard that they almost fell. They could only hug the broomstick tightly with their legs and arms, and slowly landed above the lawn of the Quidditch field.
While 'escorting' them down, Harry saw the Snitch and captured it.
But—the sound of the Quidditch stadium was not cheers, but chaos. The professors, like dumplings in the water, jumped down from the stand hill and landed on the stadium.
Harry flew his broom into the sky, carefully walked around the unknown yellow danger zone, and after circling the Quidditch field, he found that the situation was more serious than he imagined.
The crowd in the stands in the corridor was constantly surging, shouting in a chaotic manner. From time to time, little wizards fell or deliberately jumped from both sides, but before they could cast spells, they injured themselves and cried loudly, calling for help.
The professors on the court wanted to help and maintain order, but the little wizards saw them as if they had encountered a dark wizard, and they backed away again and again, causing the chaos to spread even more.
It's almost like a large-scale doomsday disaster scene, a bit like the Muggle videotape Harry peeped-the kind of scene where people scramble for their lives in horror zombie movies.
Harry rode a broom and quickly returned to the original place, explained the situation with Wood and other team members, but they didn't know what to do.
At this time, Lee Joe's voice sounded, congratulating them on their victory. Of course, such an inconspicuous little move at this juncture immediately caused Professor McGonagall to find someone to pull him down.
Then Professor McGonagall's calm voice sounded, making the slightly chaotic scene calm down immediately.
"Calm down, everyone stay calm!... There is no attack by a dark wizard. Once again, there is no attack by a dark wizard. Everything is an unfounded rumor... I am Professor McGonagall Minerva, the vice-principal of Hogwarts. Headmaster Dumbledore is not here now, and I will preside over this Quidditch match...Professor Dumbledore did not order a retreat, everything is a rumor."
"Now the faculty and staff in each stand will maintain order, so that all the little wizards in the stands of the towers will not be in a hurry to get down for the time being... the prefects of each college will maintain order in the corridors, allowing the flow to effectively exit... the other one has not suffered..."
Professor McGonagall recalled that this statement was not very kind to the professors who were attacked by the big dung eggs-it was bad enough for them today.
She then changed her words: "...Um! The professors around me go to the various exits, and the corridors meet with the prefects to maintain order together... There is no need for everyone to panic. Afterwards, we will investigate and find out what happened to the commotion?"
……
After McGuffin heard it, his legs went limp, and he grabbed Hermione's arm, unexpectedly she almost collapsed on the spot.
The two brothers and sisters supported each other, tried their best to pretend that nothing happened, and followed Hagrid slowly down the stairs.
After repeating it several times, Professor McGonagall's voice stopped.She asked Professor Flitwick to take over the supervision and guidance here to keep the students leaving in a smooth and safe order.
And she went to the 'explosion center' of this farce - in the professor's stand over there, to find out the "truth"!
"What the hell...what's going on?" Professor McGonagall was so angry that he even scolded his mother in his heart.
……
Professor McGonagall came to another stand after simply understanding what happened through the professors at the incident site.
There are already many wizards, professors, and victims with bad looks patrolling here, checking for any suspicious traces.
Although this place has been cursed over and over again to get rid of the smell, even now there are wizards waving their wands, spraying colorful bubbles, wafting around in the air to bring some kind of fresh flower fragrance.
But I don't know if it's an illusion in his heart. Professor McGonagall always feels a lingering stench that goes deep into his soul, lingers here, and pierces his nose.
On a long wooden bench in the middle rows, there was a palm mark, and then there were traces of yellow smoke and dust explosions spreading around it.
The only 'evidence' found now is covered by a transparent shield, which prevents the smell inside from escaping, and protects it from being destroyed by the way.
Professor McGonagall held his breath, walked in quickly, took a look, and left.
She had learned about it before, and knew that this was the place where the second 'big dung egg explosion' took place.
As for its main characters——
Professor Snape was pointing his wand at Professor Quirrell who seemed about to faint, growling and roaring.
"What the hell have you done, Quirrell! What have you done! . . . "
The other professors who were far away and formed a circle also looked annoyed. Although they kept restraint, they didn't want to stop Snape's questioning according to the situation.
- there is no way!
"Fresh air!"
Professor McGonagall cast a spell on his nose and came up to the two.
"Professor Snape, be reasonable, and I believe that Professor Quirrell didn't do it on purpose, no one would be so mad-intentionally crushing a big dung egg in his own hands!" Professor McGonagall said.
She hesitated in the last sentence, because she thought of that poor Slytherin Seeker who was pretending to be dizzy or in a coma.
"I know, I know, someone threw one over my back and got caught by that poor Derian of the Slytherin Quidditch team... Poor guy..."
Although he said so, Snape stared coldly at Professor Quirrell, "Is it you——Quirrell! Aren't you right behind me? Did you throw that big dung egg? I think you just saw the chaos in mid-air...In a panic, you accidentally dropped a big dung egg from your mouth, and then accidentally crushed it—no-yes-?"
Snape's expression was contorted, saliva was flying, and he testified against Quirrell.
Professor McGonagall only felt that since the beginning of this year, Professor Snape's IQ seemed to have plummeted.
Anyway, one professor throws a big dung egg at another professor... Ha!It's not that little wizards are arguing.
Huh?and many more!
This crazy feeling...Professor McGonagall always felt a little inexplicably familiar, since this year...
"Hmm! What am I thinking? No matter how crazy he is, that little wizard McGuffin wouldn't want to stick a big dung egg into the back of a professor's head. He wouldn't just find fault on purpose to get Hogwarts to expel him!"
But Professor McGonagall subconsciously thought, if this is true——
Then Gryffindor has almost no hope of winning the Academy Cup this year,
And he will also get the honor of a little wizard who was expelled in the first grade,
Then a large number of adult wizard professors will also bear the shame of being knocked out by a first-year wizard with a big dung egg, and their immortality cannot be washed away.
Professor McGonagall shivered, she couldn't think about it any longer, and quickly dismissed this crazy idea.
"Yes, yes! No little wizard dares to do such a thing... We should wait for the investigation results and use the facts as the basis..."
……
Although the game seemed to be canceled after the accident, Lee Jordan was still happy to announce that Gryffindor had won against Slytherin, and Slytherin rarely dared to refute, because they were afraid that someone would attack them with a big shit.
Most, almost all, of the young wizards gathered in small groups in the quad to gossip and discuss the events that had taken place on the Quidditch pitch.
Discuss why the professor jumped off the tower stand like crazy?
Discussing why someone attacked the professor with a big dung egg, is it as rumored—it was Slytherin who attacked?
Discuss which professor has the most elegant jumping posture, and which one has the strongest 'egg' smell...
In short, there are too many gossips today!
This made the two Weasley brothers very happy. They shuttled through the crowd to make trouble, as if they were afraid that Hogwarts would not be blown up!
None of this was heard by the MacGuffin and Harry quartet, though.
He returned to Hagrid's cabin with Harry, Hermione, and Ron, and the master was pouring them a cup of strong tea.
(End of this chapter)
