Chapter 185 Stairs
"Hey, Ron, what are you doing?" Harry asked in a low voice.
Ron scratched his head, secretly glanced at Professor McGonagall on the podium, and whispered:
"I don't know either. I was a little confused when I woke up, and I kept following you. But I just rubbed my eyes, and when I looked up, I found that you were gone..."
Harry was stunned for a moment. Could it be that he was walking too fast?
It's also possible that I got up late that day and was worried that I wouldn't be able to catch up with the class.
He asked again: "Then what? What delayed you? I was here ten minutes ago."
Ron scratched his cheek again, yawned, shook his head and said:
"Really? I just called you there for a while, and then came over... Oh, I also fell down on the road, which delayed me for a while."
"Is that so..." Harry frowned, feeling like something was wrong.
Knock knock! A hand knocked on the desk.
Harry's heart almost stopped at the sound. He looked up and saw the extremely serious face of Professor McGonagall.
Professor McGonagall pointed to Ron next to him and said to him:
"Mr. Potter, do you also want to follow Mr. Weasley's example and contribute a negative five points to Gryffindor House?"
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After the transfiguration class ended, Meka Anders squeezed out of the classroom and suddenly remembered that the square glasses he had taken before seemed to have not been paid for yet, and they were on trial for seven days in advance.
"The payment for the goods has to be settled. George and Fred are probably very anxious... Well, they are probably thinking about why Meka hasn't come to pay. They may also be thinking about what will happen if they come to collect debts. It will not affect the relationship between customers..."
Meka smiled, changed direction, and walked towards the Gryffindor dormitory.
Well, it just so happens that I take this opportunity to ask George and the others to help find the next item...
Not long after, he walked up the long and upward stairs of the tower and came to the portrait of the Fat Lady.
"Password, young man." The fat lady said with a smile.
Meka looked up at the portrait.
The fat lady in the portrait is wearing a dark red and slightly bloated robe today, with a very eye-catching pearl necklace hanging around her neck. She is also holding a glass of red wine in her hand, tasting it one sip after another, very much like someone having an outbreak. household.
She looks much better, seems to have recovered from the previous fright, and is in a good mood... Well, the scratches on the portrait have also been repaired. By the way, can this kind of portrait be restored with a repair spell... I thought Here, Meka responds:
"Dragon scum."
"The password is correct!" The fat lady responded enthusiastically, took a sip of the red wine in her hand, and reached out to hold the picture frame.
Creaking, the portrait moved away, making way for a deep path.
Meka passed the path, went down a short flight of stairs, and entered the Gryffindor common room. She happened to encounter two brothers, George and Fred, having a fight here.
"Fred! Why are you stopping me?!" George was pinned down by Fred. He couldn't help struggling with his legs and yelled, "Are you crazy? I'm just asking Meka for money. Why...ah haha..."
Fred above grabbed his two hands, scratched his armpits, and replied:
"George, you can't go. Meka might have been busy recently and didn't remember it. What if you go to ask for money and he thinks we don't believe him? Can you accept it if he doesn't do business with us anymore? ?”
"You're talking nonsense... Ahahaha, stop scratching, it's too itchy... You're just talking nonsense, Meka is our friend, handsome and generous, how could he care about such a trivial matter... Ahahaha... "
"That's not to be prepared. Treat your customers like God. This is the best thing to do in business..."
Even if I'm thick-skinned, I can't stand it when you praise me in front of me. Well, it's better to praise me more... Meka suddenly coughed:
"Ahem, George, Fred, what are you doing?"
"Um?"
The two people on the ground turned around with a tacit understanding. Fred got off George instantly, straightened his clothes, and said nonchalantly:
"Is it Meka? It's okay, I just tripped over George and fell..."
"Yes." George also got up and answered his words,
"I fell down first and tripped on the damn carpet, and then he tripped... Oh, let's not talk about this, you are here to find me..."
"Ahem!" Fred coughed, interrupting his subsequent words.
Meka looked at George's messy, henhouse-like hair and suppressed a smile.
He took out two gold galleons and three silver coins from his arms, and said: "Yes, I just remembered that I seemed to have forgotten the money for the square glasses last time. Here, this is what you should It’s worth it…”
George's eyes lit up and he quickly took it from his hand.
"Too much, Meka." Fred glared at him, snatched three silver sikos from his hand, and said to Meka:
"Maybe Ron didn't tell him clearly that you only need to pay us two gold galleons for those glasses."
"It's okay..." Meka waved her hand and said without taking the three silver coins, "Just treat it as an advance payment for my next payment. I was very satisfied with the glasses last time. I hope to see stories like this again. old things.”
"Okay." Fred accepted it readily, and then asked, "Are you in a hurry? When do you want it?"
Is it urgent? Well, it sounds a bit strange. Is this a question that should be asked to a collector client? Meka thought for a while and replied: "Try to do it within a week. If possible, the sooner the better - can you do it?"
"Of course, leave it to us!" George patted his chest, looking confident.
After saying goodbye to the two, Meka returned to the dormitory and continued to practice the wandless spells he had just acquired. Balls of flames appeared and disappeared in his hands, making his robes gradually warm under the illumination of the flames.
Meka observed the situation of each spell.
In his feeling, as he became more and more proficient in this spellcasting technique, the spells he cast gradually became closer to those cast with a wand.
Both the power and the speed of casting have been improved, and the vague sense of stagnation is gradually disappearing.
"Maybe it won't take long before this feeling of stagnation can be completely eliminated. At that time, even if the speed and power of wandless casting still can't catch up with wand casting, the gap between the two should be much smaller..."
This practice continued until the evening. The room became dim and the fireball in his hand became extremely dazzling. He breathed a sigh of relief and touched his empty stomach, feeling particularly hungry.
Wandless magic consumes so much energy, which surprised Maeka.
"It's time to eat something. Don't starve to death here because of wandless casting practice. That would be a strange story..." Maeka put away his wand and walked out of the Gryffindor dormitory.
Crunch! The portrait made way.
"Walk slowly, young man~" The voice of the fat lady came from behind my ear.
This fat lady seemed to be in a ridiculous mood today. She was hiding in other portraits yesterday. Is this the reason why she can stay here as the dormitory gatekeeper? ... Maeka responded with a smile and walked down the stairs.
Maybe it was just getting dark, the lights above were not on yet, and the staircase was a little dim.
Meka walked downstairs for a while, his footsteps sounded extremely ethereal in the empty floors, and he was suddenly startled. It was dinner time in the auditorium, how could there be no one?
Meka looked down and found that he was still on the seventh or eighth floor.
He turned back suddenly, and there were only long stairs behind him, stretching upwards, endless, and seemed to border the night sky.
And the portrait of the Fat Lady that was supposed to be there had long disappeared...
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