Chapter 89 Awakening
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Yun Yin Shen
Chapter 89 Awakening
"Poor little guy, why is he always hurting?... It should be very uncomfortable to see him like that. When he wakes up and drinks some medicine, he will recover soon..."
"What the hell is going on? This has never happened at Hogwarts?"
"Principal Dumbledore, I learned from the mermaid tribe in the Black Lake that the lake there is now filled with extracts of deep sea ink... The mermaids have to leave here temporarily..."
"Deep sea ink... Oh my god, isn't that a magic potion banned by the Ministry of Magic... Is there any left now?"
McGuffin heard some people seem to be talking about something, but he couldn't understand it, and he didn't want to understand it.
It was as if a few weights had been forced into the head, heavy and heavy, and groggy.
He didn't know where he was, or who he was, or what he was doing.
Feel pain all over the body, from the inside out.
Even with every breath, the burning pain came from the throat and nostrils, the lips were dry, the mouth was sticky, and I was extremely thirsty.
The whole body is weak and weak, and I want to wake up and drink some water, but I also want to lie there without moving.
"So the squid was stimulated by the deep-sea ink thing?...It's so sad, now this Hogwarts deep-sea squid is the only one left of this magical animal race?"
——Squid, that's right... that black shadow dancing wildly... the squid hiding underwater... tentacles dancing wildly in the black lake...
——That terrifying behemoth!
Suddenly McGuffin opened his eyes.
He is lying in the hospital.
A large purple scarf dangles in front of his eyes
Well--
He closed his eyes again.
Not far away, the professors of Hogwarts gathered around Dumbledore to talk about something.
But who can tell him.
——Why did Quirrell look 'concerned' at him with his big scarf when he opened his eyes?
—a nightmare!
McGuffin silently pinched his thigh with the hand hidden under the sheet.
Hiss...it hurts!
- not a dream! .
Such a fright made McGuffin recall what had happened.
——Underwater training... the big squid... even vaguely remembering that Quirrell cast the Imperius Curse on him!
(I don't know how I know it at all, McGuffin guesses it is probably the influence of [Occlumency])
"Mundo...hehehehe...I'm done!" (He's completely out of his mind now and can't think.)
McGuffin remembered that under the influence of [Occlumency], he had completely restored his previous life's demeanor of the old Zuan in LOL.
He remembered the scene where he breathed out the fragrance and sprayed Quirrell half to death with five hundred words in a second.
He didn't know which was worse, was Quirrell discovering his secret, or the current situation, after spraying it well, he opened his eyes and found that the other party had a 'kind' face and you cared about him.
"Just avoid him until the end of the semester next June."
MacGuffin made up his mind, opened his eyes, and sat up halfway.
But a voice full of doubts came from among the professors not far away.
—Professor McGonagall.
"Professor Dumbledore? Don't you think that starting this year...how should I put it?...Huh? According to that mysterious country in the east—China, isn't Hogwarts starting this year a little... a little 'evil' (in Chinese)?"
These words stunned McGuffin. He listened to the dumbfounding words, completely forgot what he wanted to do, and just listened to Professor McGonagall continue.
Then, Professor McGonagall explained to everyone in detail a kind of legend that was passed down orally among wizards in the ancient eastern country——a mysterious spell called [Evil] or [Evil Gate].
——Similar to a curse, cast a spell on a certain person or a certain place, so that this person or this place will have multiple unfortunate events.
After encountering it, people can only judge whether they are really cursed by [Evil Gate] through experience.
"Professor McGonagall? You? When did you start to believe in these unproven legends..." It seemed that Dumbledore was also shocked, and he was speechless for a long time.
"No! Think about it... first there was the Sorting Hat, then there was a big battle between the two colleges, and then there was the Midnight Battle, the Halloween troll invasion, and their defeat of the troll... The big dung egg incident, today even caused such a big scene."
"So many things have happened since the beginning of this year and before Christmas is over. This is exactly the same as the story I found in that ancient book—isn't this very 'evil' (Chinese)?" She continued.
'Evil' your sister!
——This is to fuck me!
"I didn't expect Professor McGonagall, you thick eyebrows and big eyes, to be so intentional!"
McGuffin immediately felt that Professor McGonagall was targeting him, and the above things seemed to be vaguely related to him.
Um? ——However, it seems to be a bit evil
...an egg?
"What am I thinking about! What matters now is..."
McGuffin looked at the pale young professor in front of him.
Quirrell looked very nervous, and the muscles on his face were constantly twitching.
"Mc-Mc-Guffin," he stammered, patting McGuffin on the shoulder, "I'm--very glad to see you wake up-come on...."
His voice interrupted Professor McGonagall's argument with the other professors, and everyone's attention was focused on him.
At this time, Mrs. Penrad hurriedly brought him a cup of suspicious-looking potion from the side—dark green, viscous, and bubbling.
The appearance is really unbearable.
It also smells very suspicious, like a rusty metal smell.
"The injury on the back of your head was healed immediately, but now you need to drink this..."
"This is?" McGuffin really didn't want to pour this suspicious-looking liquid into his mouth.
Mrs. Penrad handed the big cup of 'medicine' to McGuffin very forcefully, "You seem to have caught a cold, and it's very serious. If you don't want to feel uncomfortable for the next week, you'd better drink it..."
Afterwards, she watched Professor Quirrell's tone improve, and said, "What do you professors think, huh? ——In the winter, you practiced underwater spellcasting in the lake, and even alarmed that big squid. This little guy is lucky to be fine!"
Quirrell stood motionless in place, like a sculpture undergoing the baptism of the 'storm'.
"Mrs. Pangrad, let our little wizard have a good rest!" Dumbledore came over to persuade him, and rescued the poor-looking Professor Quirrell from Mrs. Pangrad.
Dumbledore came to McGuffin and handed him back his yew wand.
At this time, McGuffin remembered that the wand that was held in his hand when he was hit by the water was also thrown somewhere.
——Hasn't it been soaked in water?
McGuffin checked quickly.
After hearing Dumbledore's words, Mrs. Penrad also unceremoniously asked the professors to leave.
Among them, Professor McGonagall, who looked a little embarrassed, saw that his students heard the imprecise remarks just now.
This ridiculous inference is very inconsistent with Professor McGonagall's usual personality, which makes her feel like a public execution.
She immediately turned and left without any hesitation.
asked Professor Quirrell, who surprised McGuffin as he was leaving.
"Mr. Albert-Mr., do you-know-what is Mondodo...?"
"...Oh! That's in a Muggle video game called 'Zuan' - a game protagonist called 'Mundo' who can't die no matter what, smelly, hard, flirtatious and profane."
"Do you know about video games? For example, it's a fantasy role-playing game invented by Muggles. It's unrealistic..."
"Professor Quirrell, where did you know the word 'Mundo'..."
Fortunately, McGuffin responded in a timely manner, and after a short operation, whether Quirrell understood it or not, he dealt with it half-truth anyway.
When Mrs. Penrad drove the professors away, she also kicked out Malfoy, who was lying on another bed and insisted that he was sick.
"Mr. Malfoy, I really can't see what's wrong with you, why don't you ask your father to take you to St. Mungo's Hospital to see if your head is still normal?"
These words made Malfoy crawl out of bed in a panic and leave here.
It's a pity that it wasn't McGuffin's turn to gloat for long. Under Mrs. Penrad's stern gaze, he still poured the cup of thick green pure natural potion into his mouth.
Um!Sure enough, as expected-it's so hard to drink!
Like a metallic taste, a slimy slug squirmed down his mouth and down his throat.
vomit--
After drinking, McGuffin retched for a long time, while Mrs. Penrad poured a glass of water, while still complaining that the professors were too incompetent. Not only was there a brutal Quidditch match, but also a dangerous duel competition.
"Have a good rest!" Mrs. Penrad closed the curtain before leaving, hoping that McGuffin could sleep and recover.
As a result, McGuffin was the only one left in the ward, and he could clearly feel that indescribable smell continuously churning and escaping from his throat.
This kept him from getting any sleepiness.
I had to flip through the new information on the panel system to distract my attention.
→【Luminescent Curse (Expert 1/10000)】
After practicing this simple little incantation, McGuffin has reached the level of an expert.
He remembered that it was only at the proficiency level before, which was a bit short of the proficiency of the boss.
It seems that the underwater training of spellcasting is indeed very effective, but now that something has happened, it is estimated that the students will not be allowed to approach the Black Lake within this semester!
→【Occlumency (Expert 219/10000)】
Among the magic that McGuffin used the most and improved the most when he came to Hogwarts College, this was actually this.
Since the beginning of school, McGuffin has been keeping his brain closed in front of Dumbledore, Snape, Quirrell/Voldemort and other masters of dementia, which made this spell progress rapidly and reached the expert level.
This is probably the reason why he was able to resist Quirrell's Imperius Curse.
Other spells have also improved slightly, especially the accelerated learning efficiency of Transfiguration after passing talent points. McGuffin's current level has just reached the level of three years, and he can start to try more complicated and slightly larger Transfiguration.
On the other hand - the talent point is still a pitiful zero.
I don't know when the task of Professor Sinista will be settled. If you have some talent points, you can...
McGuffin was drawing his own calculations in his mind.
Although he seems to have dealt with Quirrell today, he always feels that this matter is endless.
——According to Professor McGonagall:
This is so damn...evil! !
Ever since I came to Hogwarts, I have encountered things one after another, all of which were not in the original plot, and all of them were like chewing gum sticking to the back of his buttocks, sticking to him at some point, and sticking to my own hand if I wanted to tear it off.
Thinking of his original plan to spend his days in Hogwarts in peace, it seems that such a simple wish is more nonsense than waiting for a letter from an owl in his previous life!
Judging from this urgency, there may be more and more pitfalls in the future, and I must improve my strength as soon as possible.
……
"Hey! Workers, you don't know that scene. Dumbledore waved his wand, the lake was choppy, and the entire Black Lake was divided into two... The students and teachers were all looking at the water polo in the sky..."
McGuffin was allowed to return to the Gryffindor common room at night.
After passing the portrait of the fat lady, he entered inside and found that it was very quiet here.
All sat or stood in a circle around the fireplace.
Someone is talking about something.
Surrounded by the crowd, McGuffin couldn't see who was inside.
The flames in the fireplace radiated heat, and the wood was burned and cracked slightly from time to time, making a sound.
A voice is full of emotion, telling a story in a frustrating tone.
very familiar voice,
It's Lee Jordan.
From time to time, two voices came from the crowd, acting as supporters to prove the authenticity of the story.
Needless to say, anyone but George and Fred.
McGuffin listened carefully for a while, and it happened at noon today.
The image, the picture is full of sense, and it is a bit interesting.
No wonder all the little wizards are here attentively listening to the lecture, with one exception, McGuffin saw Hermione holding a big book with a stern face in a corner, frowning and reading madly.
——This story is quite interesting, although it is indeed a bit of artistic processing, but 20 years later, it is almost the era of shocking texts, fried glyphs, ..., every article does not come with a bit of novelty, and almost no one clicks to watch it.
McGuffin has already adapted to it. Hearing such stories at the first few years in this world is quite interesting.
Then listen to it...
"After Dumbledore cast a spell to bind the squid king, he knew that the squid king was not convinced, so he put away his wand, jumped into the water, and prepared to fight the squid king empty-handed for three rounds...and he was convinced..."
Well? ...Tearing the Squid King?
--puff!
What the hell is this?
McGuffin seemed to have seen some kind of Dumbledore take off his wizard robe, revealing his tendons, shouted loudly, and beat that big squid to the point where he couldn't take care of himself...
"Damn! Did the domestic traffic drama also capture Hogwarts?"
McGuffin remembered the fear that he was only worthy of being "truth, goodness, beauty, Mary Su, anti-Japanese odd, Qiong Yao love" in his previous life.
But then McGuffin felt how this story became more and more familiar the more he listened to it... It was like the story that he couldn't sleep at night and was talking nonsense to some guys in the dormitory.
"...Hey, old thief, eat my three magic wands!!!"
Hearing this coquettish tone is kind of familiar, and mixed with Chinese and foreign words.
McGuffin slapped his face.
Real hammer!
- That's right!
It's the story I told them
——The story of Gandalf, the berserker wizard in white robes, tearing the white beard of the One Piece with his hands.
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"Poor little guy, why is he always hurting?... It should be very uncomfortable to see him like that. When he wakes up and drinks some medicine, he will recover soon..."
"What the hell is going on? This has never happened at Hogwarts?"
"Principal Dumbledore, I learned from the mermaid tribe in the Black Lake that the lake there is now filled with extracts of deep sea ink... The mermaids have to leave here temporarily..."
"Deep sea ink... Oh my god, isn't that a magic potion banned by the Ministry of Magic... Is there any left now?"
McGuffin heard some people seem to be talking about something, but he couldn't understand it, and he didn't want to understand it.
It was as if a few weights had been forced into the head, heavy and heavy, and groggy.
He didn't know where he was, or who he was, or what he was doing.
Feel pain all over the body, from the inside out.
Even with every breath, the burning pain came from the throat and nostrils, the lips were dry, the mouth was sticky, and I was extremely thirsty.
The whole body is weak and weak, and I want to wake up and drink some water, but I also want to lie there without moving.
"So the squid was stimulated by the deep-sea ink thing?...It's so sad, now this Hogwarts deep-sea squid is the only one left of this magical animal race?"
——Squid, that's right... that black shadow dancing wildly... the squid hiding underwater... tentacles dancing wildly in the black lake...
——That terrifying behemoth!
Suddenly McGuffin opened his eyes.
He is lying in the hospital.
A large purple scarf dangles in front of his eyes
Well--
He closed his eyes again.
Not far away, the professors of Hogwarts gathered around Dumbledore to talk about something.
But who can tell him.
——Why did Quirrell look 'concerned' at him with his big scarf when he opened his eyes?
—a nightmare!
McGuffin silently pinched his thigh with the hand hidden under the sheet.
Hiss...it hurts!
- not a dream! .
Such a fright made McGuffin recall what had happened.
——Underwater training... the big squid... even vaguely remembering that Quirrell cast the Imperius Curse on him!
(I don't know how I know it at all, McGuffin guesses it is probably the influence of [Occlumency])
"Mundo...hehehehe...I'm done!" (He's completely out of his mind now and can't think.)
McGuffin remembered that under the influence of [Occlumency], he had completely restored his previous life's demeanor of the old Zuan in LOL.
He remembered the scene where he breathed out the fragrance and sprayed Quirrell half to death with five hundred words in a second.
He didn't know which was worse, was Quirrell discovering his secret, or the current situation, after spraying it well, he opened his eyes and found that the other party had a 'kind' face and you cared about him.
"Just avoid him until the end of the semester next June."
MacGuffin made up his mind, opened his eyes, and sat up halfway.
But a voice full of doubts came from among the professors not far away.
—Professor McGonagall.
"Professor Dumbledore? Don't you think that starting this year...how should I put it?...Huh? According to that mysterious country in the east—China, isn't Hogwarts starting this year a little... a little 'evil' (in Chinese)?"
These words stunned McGuffin. He listened to the dumbfounding words, completely forgot what he wanted to do, and just listened to Professor McGonagall continue.
Then, Professor McGonagall explained to everyone in detail a kind of legend that was passed down orally among wizards in the ancient eastern country——a mysterious spell called [Evil] or [Evil Gate].
——Similar to a curse, cast a spell on a certain person or a certain place, so that this person or this place will have multiple unfortunate events.
After encountering it, people can only judge whether they are really cursed by [Evil Gate] through experience.
"Professor McGonagall? You? When did you start to believe in these unproven legends..." It seemed that Dumbledore was also shocked, and he was speechless for a long time.
"No! Think about it... first there was the Sorting Hat, then there was a big battle between the two colleges, and then there was the Midnight Battle, the Halloween troll invasion, and their defeat of the troll... The big dung egg incident, today even caused such a big scene."
"So many things have happened since the beginning of this year and before Christmas is over. This is exactly the same as the story I found in that ancient book—isn't this very 'evil' (Chinese)?" She continued.
'Evil' your sister!
——This is to fuck me!
"I didn't expect Professor McGonagall, you thick eyebrows and big eyes, to be so intentional!"
McGuffin immediately felt that Professor McGonagall was targeting him, and the above things seemed to be vaguely related to him.
Um? ——However, it seems to be a bit evil
...an egg?
"What am I thinking about! What matters now is..."
McGuffin looked at the pale young professor in front of him.
Quirrell looked very nervous, and the muscles on his face were constantly twitching.
"Mc-Mc-Guffin," he stammered, patting McGuffin on the shoulder, "I'm--very glad to see you wake up-come on...."
His voice interrupted Professor McGonagall's argument with the other professors, and everyone's attention was focused on him.
At this time, Mrs. Penrad hurriedly brought him a cup of suspicious-looking potion from the side—dark green, viscous, and bubbling.
The appearance is really unbearable.
It also smells very suspicious, like a rusty metal smell.
"The injury on the back of your head was healed immediately, but now you need to drink this..."
"This is?" McGuffin really didn't want to pour this suspicious-looking liquid into his mouth.
Mrs. Penrad handed the big cup of 'medicine' to McGuffin very forcefully, "You seem to have caught a cold, and it's very serious. If you don't want to feel uncomfortable for the next week, you'd better drink it..."
Afterwards, she watched Professor Quirrell's tone improve, and said, "What do you professors think, huh? ——In the winter, you practiced underwater spellcasting in the lake, and even alarmed that big squid. This little guy is lucky to be fine!"
Quirrell stood motionless in place, like a sculpture undergoing the baptism of the 'storm'.
"Mrs. Pangrad, let our little wizard have a good rest!" Dumbledore came over to persuade him, and rescued the poor-looking Professor Quirrell from Mrs. Pangrad.
Dumbledore came to McGuffin and handed him back his yew wand.
At this time, McGuffin remembered that the wand that was held in his hand when he was hit by the water was also thrown somewhere.
——Hasn't it been soaked in water?
McGuffin checked quickly.
After hearing Dumbledore's words, Mrs. Penrad also unceremoniously asked the professors to leave.
Among them, Professor McGonagall, who looked a little embarrassed, saw that his students heard the imprecise remarks just now.
This ridiculous inference is very inconsistent with Professor McGonagall's usual personality, which makes her feel like a public execution.
She immediately turned and left without any hesitation.
asked Professor Quirrell, who surprised McGuffin as he was leaving.
"Mr. Albert-Mr., do you-know-what is Mondodo...?"
"...Oh! That's in a Muggle video game called 'Zuan' - a game protagonist called 'Mundo' who can't die no matter what, smelly, hard, flirtatious and profane."
"Do you know about video games? For example, it's a fantasy role-playing game invented by Muggles. It's unrealistic..."
"Professor Quirrell, where did you know the word 'Mundo'..."
Fortunately, McGuffin responded in a timely manner, and after a short operation, whether Quirrell understood it or not, he dealt with it half-truth anyway.
When Mrs. Penrad drove the professors away, she also kicked out Malfoy, who was lying on another bed and insisted that he was sick.
"Mr. Malfoy, I really can't see what's wrong with you, why don't you ask your father to take you to St. Mungo's Hospital to see if your head is still normal?"
These words made Malfoy crawl out of bed in a panic and leave here.
It's a pity that it wasn't McGuffin's turn to gloat for long. Under Mrs. Penrad's stern gaze, he still poured the cup of thick green pure natural potion into his mouth.
Um!Sure enough, as expected-it's so hard to drink!
Like a metallic taste, a slimy slug squirmed down his mouth and down his throat.
vomit--
After drinking, McGuffin retched for a long time, while Mrs. Penrad poured a glass of water, while still complaining that the professors were too incompetent. Not only was there a brutal Quidditch match, but also a dangerous duel competition.
"Have a good rest!" Mrs. Penrad closed the curtain before leaving, hoping that McGuffin could sleep and recover.
As a result, McGuffin was the only one left in the ward, and he could clearly feel that indescribable smell continuously churning and escaping from his throat.
This kept him from getting any sleepiness.
I had to flip through the new information on the panel system to distract my attention.
→【Luminescent Curse (Expert 1/10000)】
After practicing this simple little incantation, McGuffin has reached the level of an expert.
He remembered that it was only at the proficiency level before, which was a bit short of the proficiency of the boss.
It seems that the underwater training of spellcasting is indeed very effective, but now that something has happened, it is estimated that the students will not be allowed to approach the Black Lake within this semester!
→【Occlumency (Expert 219/10000)】
Among the magic that McGuffin used the most and improved the most when he came to Hogwarts College, this was actually this.
Since the beginning of school, McGuffin has been keeping his brain closed in front of Dumbledore, Snape, Quirrell/Voldemort and other masters of dementia, which made this spell progress rapidly and reached the expert level.
This is probably the reason why he was able to resist Quirrell's Imperius Curse.
Other spells have also improved slightly, especially the accelerated learning efficiency of Transfiguration after passing talent points. McGuffin's current level has just reached the level of three years, and he can start to try more complicated and slightly larger Transfiguration.
On the other hand - the talent point is still a pitiful zero.
I don't know when the task of Professor Sinista will be settled. If you have some talent points, you can...
McGuffin was drawing his own calculations in his mind.
Although he seems to have dealt with Quirrell today, he always feels that this matter is endless.
——According to Professor McGonagall:
This is so damn...evil! !
Ever since I came to Hogwarts, I have encountered things one after another, all of which were not in the original plot, and all of them were like chewing gum sticking to the back of his buttocks, sticking to him at some point, and sticking to my own hand if I wanted to tear it off.
Thinking of his original plan to spend his days in Hogwarts in peace, it seems that such a simple wish is more nonsense than waiting for a letter from an owl in his previous life!
Judging from this urgency, there may be more and more pitfalls in the future, and I must improve my strength as soon as possible.
……
"Hey! Workers, you don't know that scene. Dumbledore waved his wand, the lake was choppy, and the entire Black Lake was divided into two... The students and teachers were all looking at the water polo in the sky..."
McGuffin was allowed to return to the Gryffindor common room at night.
After passing the portrait of the fat lady, he entered inside and found that it was very quiet here.
All sat or stood in a circle around the fireplace.
Someone is talking about something.
Surrounded by the crowd, McGuffin couldn't see who was inside.
The flames in the fireplace radiated heat, and the wood was burned and cracked slightly from time to time, making a sound.
A voice is full of emotion, telling a story in a frustrating tone.
very familiar voice,
It's Lee Jordan.
From time to time, two voices came from the crowd, acting as supporters to prove the authenticity of the story.
Needless to say, anyone but George and Fred.
McGuffin listened carefully for a while, and it happened at noon today.
The image, the picture is full of sense, and it is a bit interesting.
No wonder all the little wizards are here attentively listening to the lecture, with one exception, McGuffin saw Hermione holding a big book with a stern face in a corner, frowning and reading madly.
——This story is quite interesting, although it is indeed a bit of artistic processing, but 20 years later, it is almost the era of shocking texts, fried glyphs, ..., every article does not come with a bit of novelty, and almost no one clicks to watch it.
McGuffin has already adapted to it. Hearing such stories at the first few years in this world is quite interesting.
Then listen to it...
"After Dumbledore cast a spell to bind the squid king, he knew that the squid king was not convinced, so he put away his wand, jumped into the water, and prepared to fight the squid king empty-handed for three rounds...and he was convinced..."
Well? ...Tearing the Squid King?
--puff!
What the hell is this?
McGuffin seemed to have seen some kind of Dumbledore take off his wizard robe, revealing his tendons, shouted loudly, and beat that big squid to the point where he couldn't take care of himself...
"Damn! Did the domestic traffic drama also capture Hogwarts?"
McGuffin remembered the fear that he was only worthy of being "truth, goodness, beauty, Mary Su, anti-Japanese odd, Qiong Yao love" in his previous life.
But then McGuffin felt how this story became more and more familiar the more he listened to it... It was like the story that he couldn't sleep at night and was talking nonsense to some guys in the dormitory.
"...Hey, old thief, eat my three magic wands!!!"
Hearing this coquettish tone is kind of familiar, and mixed with Chinese and foreign words.
McGuffin slapped his face.
Real hammer!
- That's right!
It's the story I told them
——The story of Gandalf, the berserker wizard in white robes, tearing the white beard of the One Piece with his hands.
There are many deficiencies in newcomers and new works,... Thank you book friends for your monthly tickets, recommendation tickets, subscriptions... In short, thank you for all the book friends who have watched or are still reading for their support!
Thank you!
(End of this chapter)
