Chapter 309 Dancing Zombie
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Qing Mo Da Xian
After coming out of the bathroom, Cedric was like a walking dead.
Not only did he sell his soul to a Slytherin girl, but to a most misfit ghost.
Myrtle's condition is very simple, she just wants him to visit her more often, preferably to spend a pleasant time...
"Pfft—hahahaha—" Fred and George covered their bellies with laughter.
Cedric glanced over them both blankly.
This is blatant retaliation.
"Don't be like this." Vincent held back a smile with difficulty, "He is so miserable, so don't add to the trouble."
"Ho ho ho—" Cedric laughed coldly.
Rove also held back his laughter and felt uncomfortable, "Don't worry, I will definitely take what happened just now to my grave."
The cold eyes that lit up with cold light swept over.
Although Hermione sympathized with him, it did not prevent her from delivering a fatal blow.
"Sed, I heard Lavender and the others say—they say Myrtle seems to have a peeping habit, and you'd better—"
She couldn't bear to say the second half of the sentence.
But just the first half of the sentence was enough to drive Cedric crazy.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I will drag you to die together!"
As soon as these words came out, the other five people all ran away.
"Stand for me!" He burst out at an unprecedented speed.
Vincent, who ran at the front, looked back, and was so scared that he immediately cast the illusion spell on himself.
The same goes for Rove, who was second, and Hermione, who was last.
Fred and George didn't wear invisibility cloaks.
So, they are tragic.
In the middle of the night, the whole castle reverberated with the curses of the three of them.
Vincent took the copy of Snape very kindly.
Rove went to lure Filch, and Hermione was on standby with the Marauder's Map.
Before Cedric returned to normal, the castle was "lively" like daytime.
……
……
Potions class on Wednesday.
Snape stood next to Vincent with a dark face the whole time.
"Wayne, why don't you take notes?"
"I remember everything."
"Your enhancer has a strange smell and is unqualified."
"No, I often boil it to drink, and my body hasn't had any problems until now."
Vincent turned off the fire, and filled the potion in the crucible into five small bottles.
Such skillful operation made Snape even more unhappy.
When he heard movement in the castle a few days ago, he immediately got up and left the small bench that he had been sitting on all night.
At first, he thought it would be an old routine, but the reality gave him a slap in the face.
Vincent didn't stay nearby at all, but stood under the ceiling, on a small platform created by polymorphing.
Snape was not stupid. After being disturbed by the auditorium stools several times, he immediately realized that he was not on the ground.
Just as the Appearance Charm illuminated the ceiling, the door of the auditorium was welded shut from the outside.
Literally welded, it is much stronger than the wall.
Blast the wall!Blast the wall decisively!
He's just standing there, right? He's directly guarding in front of his office door.
Whether it was the blinding intense light or the screams like howling ghosts and wolves, none of them could make him move half a step away.
When all the movement disappeared, he mocked the air very confidently.
It's just that the more I talk, the more I feel something is wrong, and it's still dawn when I talk.
A dignified master of potions, was tricked twice by the same student?
"Wayne, I'm sure there's something wrong with your body." Snape bent down with a sneer,
"Come to my office after class, and I'll make you a special healing potion."
Vincent shook his head vigorously, "Thank you, I think my body is in good shape recently, so good that I can blow a big sandbag flying with one punch."
"It's just an illusion." Snape's black eyes were particularly "sincere",
"My potion can repair your overdrawn body, so that you will never feel tired again."
The effect is quite strong,
But whoever believes is unlucky.
"Professor, why don't we compare our physical fitness first?"
"Hey—" Snape darkened, "You only get one chance."
"I'm very aware of my physical condition."
He turned angrily and strode up to Harry.
"Potter! Is what you brewed poison? Give me a new one!"
"Okay—okay, Professor."
"Stuttering, finish before get out of class!"
Harry was very wronged.
Anyway, his eyes are like his mother's, how could he be so heartless?
"What are you still doing!"
"Ah-oh."
Passing is impossible. Hermione perfectly restored the steps in the textbook, but only got a barely passing evaluation.
The bell rang for the end of get out of class, and Harry was called to the office as expected.
Snape left with a stern face, and I'm afraid it will last for a long time.
Vincent had no fear at all.
He had already decided to boil a pot of Polyjuice Potion, and when he was in a good mood, he would turn into Harry and walk around the office.
……
……
On Monday, Lockhart had a new life.
He didn't know where he brought back a zombie, or he could dance alive.
Its skin is dark brown, its hairstyle is a classic instant noodles, and it is wearing a red jacket on its upper body.
Not only were the students below not afraid, some even laughed blatantly.
"This zombie must be Michael's fan." Vincent's evaluation was very pertinent.
In terms of shape, all the details are reproduced perfectly.
Lockhart confidently opened the cage, "Pay attention to my movements, brutal zombies are actually not scary."
His cherry wand curved beautifully, and he uttered a fairly standard incantation, "Tarantella dance—"
The left hand out of the cage twitched a little.
Just when most of the students thought the spell had failed and they could laugh at him as much as they wanted, there was a creaking sound like an old wooden door being opened in the classroom.
The zombie's legs moved forward uncontrollably, and there were crisp footsteps that should not have been heard.
Lockhart's eyelids twitched wildly.
He was all too familiar with this feeling.
Beneath the deep thunder, there were several wolf howls.
Vincent, who was sitting in the first row, stopped pretending and directly raised his wand and waved it at the zombie.
It's very rhythmic, and it's extremely well matched with the music.
Lockhart retreated subconsciously, but the trembling zombie in front of him slowly slid over as if stepping on a treadmill.
"Curse stop--"
The light on the cherry wand was so faint that it stopped for less than half a second.
"It seems that my dancing spell is too strong!" Lockhart took a deep look at Vincent.
The way he keeps waving his wand in his hand to command, even a fool can see what's going on.
marvelous!Three times in a row!
Lockhart was a professor after all, so his words carried a lot of weight.
"Has everyone understood?"
"I see~"
The students' slightly teasing tone made his handsome face twitch non-stop.
If this continued, he would have no face to stay at Hogwarts.
……
……
Not only did he sell his soul to a Slytherin girl, but to a most misfit ghost.
Myrtle's condition is very simple, she just wants him to visit her more often, preferably to spend a pleasant time...
"Pfft—hahahaha—" Fred and George covered their bellies with laughter.
Cedric glanced over them both blankly.
This is blatant retaliation.
"Don't be like this." Vincent held back a smile with difficulty, "He is so miserable, so don't add to the trouble."
"Ho ho ho—" Cedric laughed coldly.
Rove also held back his laughter and felt uncomfortable, "Don't worry, I will definitely take what happened just now to my grave."
The cold eyes that lit up with cold light swept over.
Although Hermione sympathized with him, it did not prevent her from delivering a fatal blow.
"Sed, I heard Lavender and the others say—they say Myrtle seems to have a peeping habit, and you'd better—"
She couldn't bear to say the second half of the sentence.
But just the first half of the sentence was enough to drive Cedric crazy.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I will drag you to die together!"
As soon as these words came out, the other five people all ran away.
"Stand for me!" He burst out at an unprecedented speed.
Vincent, who ran at the front, looked back, and was so scared that he immediately cast the illusion spell on himself.
The same goes for Rove, who was second, and Hermione, who was last.
Fred and George didn't wear invisibility cloaks.
So, they are tragic.
In the middle of the night, the whole castle reverberated with the curses of the three of them.
Vincent took the copy of Snape very kindly.
Rove went to lure Filch, and Hermione was on standby with the Marauder's Map.
Before Cedric returned to normal, the castle was "lively" like daytime.
……
……
Potions class on Wednesday.
Snape stood next to Vincent with a dark face the whole time.
"Wayne, why don't you take notes?"
"I remember everything."
"Your enhancer has a strange smell and is unqualified."
"No, I often boil it to drink, and my body hasn't had any problems until now."
Vincent turned off the fire, and filled the potion in the crucible into five small bottles.
Such skillful operation made Snape even more unhappy.
When he heard movement in the castle a few days ago, he immediately got up and left the small bench that he had been sitting on all night.
At first, he thought it would be an old routine, but the reality gave him a slap in the face.
Vincent didn't stay nearby at all, but stood under the ceiling, on a small platform created by polymorphing.
Snape was not stupid. After being disturbed by the auditorium stools several times, he immediately realized that he was not on the ground.
Just as the Appearance Charm illuminated the ceiling, the door of the auditorium was welded shut from the outside.
Literally welded, it is much stronger than the wall.
Blast the wall!Blast the wall decisively!
He's just standing there, right? He's directly guarding in front of his office door.
Whether it was the blinding intense light or the screams like howling ghosts and wolves, none of them could make him move half a step away.
When all the movement disappeared, he mocked the air very confidently.
It's just that the more I talk, the more I feel something is wrong, and it's still dawn when I talk.
A dignified master of potions, was tricked twice by the same student?
"Wayne, I'm sure there's something wrong with your body." Snape bent down with a sneer,
"Come to my office after class, and I'll make you a special healing potion."
Vincent shook his head vigorously, "Thank you, I think my body is in good shape recently, so good that I can blow a big sandbag flying with one punch."
"It's just an illusion." Snape's black eyes were particularly "sincere",
"My potion can repair your overdrawn body, so that you will never feel tired again."
The effect is quite strong,
But whoever believes is unlucky.
"Professor, why don't we compare our physical fitness first?"
"Hey—" Snape darkened, "You only get one chance."
"I'm very aware of my physical condition."
He turned angrily and strode up to Harry.
"Potter! Is what you brewed poison? Give me a new one!"
"Okay—okay, Professor."
"Stuttering, finish before get out of class!"
Harry was very wronged.
Anyway, his eyes are like his mother's, how could he be so heartless?
"What are you still doing!"
"Ah-oh."
Passing is impossible. Hermione perfectly restored the steps in the textbook, but only got a barely passing evaluation.
The bell rang for the end of get out of class, and Harry was called to the office as expected.
Snape left with a stern face, and I'm afraid it will last for a long time.
Vincent had no fear at all.
He had already decided to boil a pot of Polyjuice Potion, and when he was in a good mood, he would turn into Harry and walk around the office.
……
……
On Monday, Lockhart had a new life.
He didn't know where he brought back a zombie, or he could dance alive.
Its skin is dark brown, its hairstyle is a classic instant noodles, and it is wearing a red jacket on its upper body.
Not only were the students below not afraid, some even laughed blatantly.
"This zombie must be Michael's fan." Vincent's evaluation was very pertinent.
In terms of shape, all the details are reproduced perfectly.
Lockhart confidently opened the cage, "Pay attention to my movements, brutal zombies are actually not scary."
His cherry wand curved beautifully, and he uttered a fairly standard incantation, "Tarantella dance—"
The left hand out of the cage twitched a little.
Just when most of the students thought the spell had failed and they could laugh at him as much as they wanted, there was a creaking sound like an old wooden door being opened in the classroom.
The zombie's legs moved forward uncontrollably, and there were crisp footsteps that should not have been heard.
Lockhart's eyelids twitched wildly.
He was all too familiar with this feeling.
Beneath the deep thunder, there were several wolf howls.
Vincent, who was sitting in the first row, stopped pretending and directly raised his wand and waved it at the zombie.
It's very rhythmic, and it's extremely well matched with the music.
Lockhart retreated subconsciously, but the trembling zombie in front of him slowly slid over as if stepping on a treadmill.
"Curse stop--"
The light on the cherry wand was so faint that it stopped for less than half a second.
"It seems that my dancing spell is too strong!" Lockhart took a deep look at Vincent.
The way he keeps waving his wand in his hand to command, even a fool can see what's going on.
marvelous!Three times in a row!
Lockhart was a professor after all, so his words carried a lot of weight.
"Has everyone understood?"
"I see~"
The students' slightly teasing tone made his handsome face twitch non-stop.
If this continued, he would have no face to stay at Hogwarts.
……
……
