Chapter 394 What are you two doing under my bed?
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Hong Ri Zhang Wei Luo
After Ron stopped calling, the two looked at each other again.
Try to continue communicating with your eyes.
what do you think?
Why do we turn into animals?
When will it be restored to its original state?
Harry kept asking questions.
He thought Ron got his idea, but wasn't sure.
The two looked at each other for a while.
Suddenly, his consciousness fell into a trance.
When he returned to normal, the familiar Ron appeared in front of him.
He has red hair, is short, has slightly thick lips, and looks a bit naive.
Along with Ron, there was also an overly towering sight.
I looked down and saw that I was standing on the bed.
From a high position, you can of course have a clear view of the things below.
Harry could easily see that his quilt was stained with chicken feces.
There was a small pool of liquid on the door frame of the dormitory.
Turning to look at Ron, he saw that his face was a little red.
It seems that he also realized that some of his actions just now were not very appropriate.
As Ron's good friend, Harry didn't say anything, but got out of bed and silently started to make the bedding.
Seeing him like this, Ron also breathed a sigh of relief.
I can't help it. Some of my actions just now were really outrageous and over the top.
He remembers everything and why he does what he does.
It's nothing more than marking your own 'territory'.
Any normal dog would do this.
but……
He is not a dog!
He didn't even know why he wanted to lift his legs when he saw the door frame, leaving some traces.
Forget it, forget about that now.
Let's clean up the liquid at the door first.
Thinking of this, he frowned, went to get a mop and a bucket, and started washing the floor honestly.
After struggling for a while, Neville came back.
"Huh? Why are you mopping the floor?" Neville looked confused, "What are you doing?"
When Ron heard this, he shook his head like a rattle: "It's nothing, I just want to do some hygiene."
"Oh, okay." Neville nodded, "By the way, where's Dean? I heard Pansy say that he made some mistakes in his homework and needs to correct it."
Dean Thomas is one of their dormitory members.
Our relationship with each other is okay, and it's normal to help with a message.
"I didn't see it." Harry responded, "Maybe you went to study Quidditch with Seamus?"
"It's so late and you're still at the stadium?" Neville frowned.
"He really likes Quidditch." Harry disagreed.
Seamus Finnegan is the final piece of the puzzle for this five-man quarters.
I am a Quidditch fan, and I really like Quidditch. I am very good friends with Dean, and I often take Dean to watch games.
This is quite normal.
Speaking of which, in this five-person dormitory, Harry and Ron formed the Perkin duo, and Dean and Seamus were paired together.
Only Neville refused to do either.
No wonder when he first entered school, no one helped him when he was bullied by Draco.
But, that was all in the past.
Now Neville doesn't think about how to improve the relationship between roommates.
If you have that time, you might as well think about how to get Jack to find him more times.
"Okay, it's Pansy's matter anyway, she will take care of it." Neville shrugged, walked to the bed and sat down.
Watching his actions, Harry suddenly remembered that the rings they had taken out had not been returned yet.
Even the little bag with the ring was taken away.
If Neville opened the bedside table now, he would see at a glance that his things were gone.
By the time……
Thinking of this, Harry no longer dared to think any more.
He was afraid that some uncontrollable scenes would occur.
Turning to look at Ron.
Ron swallowed nervously.
It can be seen that he has also thought about this problem.
The two looked at each other, not knowing what to do for a moment.
Neville, for his part, didn't notice the little movements of the two people.
I made the bed casually and lay down on it.
He looked like he wanted to take a nap.
This gave Harry a slight sigh of relief.
But when he relaxed, he suddenly found that his sight had become much shorter.
Look up.
A puppy snarled in front of him.
Although the movement was big, he didn't dare to call directly.
I……
Has this changed again?
Harry was a little confused.
why?
He doesn't understand.
He really couldn't figure out why he turned into a turkey and how he returned to his original state.
Suddenly, Ron rushed over, bit him, and dragged him under the bed.
The action was rough and barbaric.
Harry felt his hand hurt and wondered if it was a bite.
Oh no.
So instead of calling them hands, they should be called wings.
Ron bit his wing and quickly ran under the bed.
The whole set of actions is very coherent and smooth.
It makes people seriously doubt whether he is a chicken thief who has been immersed in this industry for many years.
Although his hand hurt, Harry didn't cry out in pain.
Because he knew that there must be a reason for Ron to do this.
His good brother will not harm him.
as predicted.
Someone walked into the dormitory.
It's Dean and Seamus.
As they walked, they talked loudly about Quidditch.
"Let me tell you, as a batter, you have to keep an eye on the opponent's players, especially Slytherin's. They will always hit the ball towards our seeker. It's really extremely bad!"
"But there's no point in staring? Unless our batsmen keep hitting the ball towards their seekers..."
The two spoke loudly, catching Neville's attention.
He turned over and sat up from the bed: "Dean, didn't you see Pansy when you came in?"
"Pansy?" Dean was stunned when he was called, "She's looking for me?"
"Yes, it's about homework." Neville confirmed.
"I think the homework I wrote is perfect, why am I wrong again?" Dean scratched his head, "By the way, does Seamus want to go? We almost copy each other. There is no reason why I need to go, but he doesn't need to go." ?”
"Is there a possibility that in those short paragraphs that are not repeated, I have written them correctly?" Seamus chuckled a few times.
"Tsk."
"Let's go, let's just correct the wrong parts. It'll be quick."
"Wait, let me get the book." Dean said quickly, "It's a bit inconvenient to copy without the book."
"Row."
Harry and Ron hid under the bed, listening to the conversations outside and watching someone approach.
It turned out that what they were hiding was under Dean's bed.
After a while of rummaging, Dean spoke: "Found it, let's go."
Just as he finished speaking, he heard a snap.
A book fell to the ground.
Dean bent down and picked it up.
"Ok?"
He saw something under the bed.
Because of the angle, I can't see clearly what it is.
Subconsciously, he squatted down and looked inside.
The scene inside suddenly became clear.
"Harry, and Ron, what are you two doing under my bed?"
Try to continue communicating with your eyes.
what do you think?
Why do we turn into animals?
When will it be restored to its original state?
Harry kept asking questions.
He thought Ron got his idea, but wasn't sure.
The two looked at each other for a while.
Suddenly, his consciousness fell into a trance.
When he returned to normal, the familiar Ron appeared in front of him.
He has red hair, is short, has slightly thick lips, and looks a bit naive.
Along with Ron, there was also an overly towering sight.
I looked down and saw that I was standing on the bed.
From a high position, you can of course have a clear view of the things below.
Harry could easily see that his quilt was stained with chicken feces.
There was a small pool of liquid on the door frame of the dormitory.
Turning to look at Ron, he saw that his face was a little red.
It seems that he also realized that some of his actions just now were not very appropriate.
As Ron's good friend, Harry didn't say anything, but got out of bed and silently started to make the bedding.
Seeing him like this, Ron also breathed a sigh of relief.
I can't help it. Some of my actions just now were really outrageous and over the top.
He remembers everything and why he does what he does.
It's nothing more than marking your own 'territory'.
Any normal dog would do this.
but……
He is not a dog!
He didn't even know why he wanted to lift his legs when he saw the door frame, leaving some traces.
Forget it, forget about that now.
Let's clean up the liquid at the door first.
Thinking of this, he frowned, went to get a mop and a bucket, and started washing the floor honestly.
After struggling for a while, Neville came back.
"Huh? Why are you mopping the floor?" Neville looked confused, "What are you doing?"
When Ron heard this, he shook his head like a rattle: "It's nothing, I just want to do some hygiene."
"Oh, okay." Neville nodded, "By the way, where's Dean? I heard Pansy say that he made some mistakes in his homework and needs to correct it."
Dean Thomas is one of their dormitory members.
Our relationship with each other is okay, and it's normal to help with a message.
"I didn't see it." Harry responded, "Maybe you went to study Quidditch with Seamus?"
"It's so late and you're still at the stadium?" Neville frowned.
"He really likes Quidditch." Harry disagreed.
Seamus Finnegan is the final piece of the puzzle for this five-man quarters.
I am a Quidditch fan, and I really like Quidditch. I am very good friends with Dean, and I often take Dean to watch games.
This is quite normal.
Speaking of which, in this five-person dormitory, Harry and Ron formed the Perkin duo, and Dean and Seamus were paired together.
Only Neville refused to do either.
No wonder when he first entered school, no one helped him when he was bullied by Draco.
But, that was all in the past.
Now Neville doesn't think about how to improve the relationship between roommates.
If you have that time, you might as well think about how to get Jack to find him more times.
"Okay, it's Pansy's matter anyway, she will take care of it." Neville shrugged, walked to the bed and sat down.
Watching his actions, Harry suddenly remembered that the rings they had taken out had not been returned yet.
Even the little bag with the ring was taken away.
If Neville opened the bedside table now, he would see at a glance that his things were gone.
By the time……
Thinking of this, Harry no longer dared to think any more.
He was afraid that some uncontrollable scenes would occur.
Turning to look at Ron.
Ron swallowed nervously.
It can be seen that he has also thought about this problem.
The two looked at each other, not knowing what to do for a moment.
Neville, for his part, didn't notice the little movements of the two people.
I made the bed casually and lay down on it.
He looked like he wanted to take a nap.
This gave Harry a slight sigh of relief.
But when he relaxed, he suddenly found that his sight had become much shorter.
Look up.
A puppy snarled in front of him.
Although the movement was big, he didn't dare to call directly.
I……
Has this changed again?
Harry was a little confused.
why?
He doesn't understand.
He really couldn't figure out why he turned into a turkey and how he returned to his original state.
Suddenly, Ron rushed over, bit him, and dragged him under the bed.
The action was rough and barbaric.
Harry felt his hand hurt and wondered if it was a bite.
Oh no.
So instead of calling them hands, they should be called wings.
Ron bit his wing and quickly ran under the bed.
The whole set of actions is very coherent and smooth.
It makes people seriously doubt whether he is a chicken thief who has been immersed in this industry for many years.
Although his hand hurt, Harry didn't cry out in pain.
Because he knew that there must be a reason for Ron to do this.
His good brother will not harm him.
as predicted.
Someone walked into the dormitory.
It's Dean and Seamus.
As they walked, they talked loudly about Quidditch.
"Let me tell you, as a batter, you have to keep an eye on the opponent's players, especially Slytherin's. They will always hit the ball towards our seeker. It's really extremely bad!"
"But there's no point in staring? Unless our batsmen keep hitting the ball towards their seekers..."
The two spoke loudly, catching Neville's attention.
He turned over and sat up from the bed: "Dean, didn't you see Pansy when you came in?"
"Pansy?" Dean was stunned when he was called, "She's looking for me?"
"Yes, it's about homework." Neville confirmed.
"I think the homework I wrote is perfect, why am I wrong again?" Dean scratched his head, "By the way, does Seamus want to go? We almost copy each other. There is no reason why I need to go, but he doesn't need to go." ?”
"Is there a possibility that in those short paragraphs that are not repeated, I have written them correctly?" Seamus chuckled a few times.
"Tsk."
"Let's go, let's just correct the wrong parts. It'll be quick."
"Wait, let me get the book." Dean said quickly, "It's a bit inconvenient to copy without the book."
"Row."
Harry and Ron hid under the bed, listening to the conversations outside and watching someone approach.
It turned out that what they were hiding was under Dean's bed.
After a while of rummaging, Dean spoke: "Found it, let's go."
Just as he finished speaking, he heard a snap.
A book fell to the ground.
Dean bent down and picked it up.
"Ok?"
He saw something under the bed.
Because of the angle, I can't see clearly what it is.
Subconsciously, he squatted down and looked inside.
The scene inside suddenly became clear.
"Harry, and Ron, what are you two doing under my bed?"
