Chapter 544 What happened to Ron and Harry who wanted to exercise power
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He Dian Bai Kai Shui
A strange phenomenon occurred in the castle at the beginning of the second week.
In other words, it was a strange, unknown germ that spread silently in the castle. First Gryffindor, then Hufflepuff, and then some of the little snakes in Ravenclaw and Slytherin also disappeared. Can successfully escape.
Especially in Umbridge's Defense Against the Dark Arts class, this 'disease' broke out particularly fiercely.
The specific manifestation is that when someone is reciting the text, he suddenly feels like he has been hit by a spell and can't stop the nosebleeds. As an adult, Umbridge certainly knows several magics for stopping bleeding, but there is no such thing. With one exception, it failed.
Or perhaps, a little wizard suddenly stood up five minutes into her class, turned pale, and began to vomit, vomiting out everything he had eaten for breakfast or lunch, and even translucent gastric juice with bubbles could be seen.
This made Umbridge sick.
It's not that Umbridge didn't suspect that these 'sick' students were looking for excuses to skip class, but the symptoms of each of them were completely different, and there was no trace of acting at all.
The blood was real, not fake plasma, and Ju Li Ting also said that these were not the results of a spell at all.
Obviously, the new works of Weasley's Trick Workshop began to bloom everywhere after Umbridge's arrival, occupying the entire Hogwarts market.
In fact, it was difficult to hide this kind of thing from the other professors. They all knew where these strange 'diseases' came from. Professor Flitwick, who was very curious, even got a product of the Weasley brothers.
"I have to say, McGonagall, the Weasley twins are some weirdos." Professor Flitwick commented.
Although the professors all knew the origin of this strange disease, they reached a subtle tacit understanding out of their common perception of Umbridge, and no one chose to reveal this secret to her.
But there is one person who is different. He has been fighting with the Weasley brothers for a long time.
As the saying goes, the only person who knows you best is your enemy.
Of course, this is something.
There is also a saying that goes to the extreme, and when Umbridge knew that widespread illness only occurred in her Defense Against the Dark Arts class, no matter how stupid she was, she knew something was wrong.
Professor McGonagall therefore gave a warning.
Oh, this is within the scope of the new prefect---Mr. Ron Weasley.
"You can't do this anymore." Ron started a 'war' with his two restless brothers in the Gryffindor common room.
Soul lay on Hermione's lap, changed into a more comfortable position, and watched with interest as Ron stopped the Weasley brothers from handing out 'candy' to a group of first-year students who didn't know the dangers of the world.
Those first years were generally delirious, and it was the candy that did their job.
"Oh, great, Fred, it seems we are about to have a new product." George clapped his hands, completely ignoring his brother who was not far away.
"Well, the medicine is obviously effective enough." Fred touched his chin and nodded, "We can think of a name for it, 'Coma Rice Krispie Treats', how about it?"
"I don't think there's a better fit."
George readily agreed, and the two brothers high-fived.
Oh, this is definitely a challenge to the prefect's power.
"George, Fred, did you listen to me? Professor McGonagall found me and asked me to take care of you." Ron blushed and stamped his feet angrily, "Don't force me to use my power to punish you!"
Fred and George both looked at Ron, then at each other, then held their stomachs and laughed.
Oh, this mocking laughter obviously made Ron even more angry. Even in the warm Gryffindor common room, Sol could see wisps of white smoke coming out of Ron's head.
I was so angry that my head was smoking.
"Aha, did you hear that? Fred, our dear Ronnie wants to exercise his power." George said sinisterly.
"I heard it very clearly, George, very clearly." Fred glanced at Ron with a look that said, "I want to see if you dare."
"Penpose us to confinement?"
"Or are we punished for copying school rules?"
"Or give us those pitiful points?"
"whocare?"
The two brothers explained the punishments that the prefect could use, and laughed again.
"No." Ron's slightly trembling body suddenly calmed down. Perhaps he was ridiculed so much that he suddenly regained his senses after being so angry.
"I'm going to write a letter to my mother right now. I really want to see if you can laugh out loud when you receive the 'howling letter'."
The two brothers were not afraid of anyone. The only thing they were afraid of was Mrs. Weasley's shouting letter. Ron's words obviously strangled them by the neck.
'Must kill! ' Soul murmured in his mind that this war had come to an end when Ron moved out of Mrs. Weasley.
However, how did Ron's head turn here, oh... Sol glanced at Ginny next to Ron.
Ha, the reason was found.
Sure enough, the two brothers immediately changed their flattering expressions, one on the left and the other on the right, shouting, "Oh, my dear brother, you shouldn't be so cruel," and at the same time they hugged Ron's shoulders.
The Weasley brothers forcefully dragged their prefect brother to the dormitory, perhaps to make some unknown deal.
It is sad and deplorable that a just prefect is about to fall. Suer has no doubt about this.
At this moment, Harry walked into the common room, covering his other hand with one hand, his face pale and swaying as if he had lost too much blood.
Ginny stepped forward with concern.
"What happened?" she asked. "What happened to your hand?"
Hermione and Soul on her knees also looked over.
"Oh my God, your hands..." Ginny exclaimed the moment Harry let go of her hand.
His hand was red, and there was a certain area of skin that was obviously different from the rest. It was the mark of an injury where the scars fell off.
"Umbridge has been asking me to write all afternoon." Harry said angrily. "Excuse me, do you have any water or pumpkin juice? I haven't stopped all afternoon. I'm dying of thirst."
Ginny immediately pulled out her wand and conjured a goblet, then filled the goblet with water and handed it to Harry.
Harry drank three glasses in one go before he began to recount his experiences throughout the afternoon.
Umbridge asked Harry to write "I must not lie" with an enchanted quill pen that can directly draw the blood of the person writing it as ink.
If Harry didn't write this line sincerely, then the pen would leave a wound on Harry's injury and then heal it, and the new layer of flesh on the back of Harry's hand would soon disappear without leaving any trace. .
Ginny was furious at Umbridge's cruel methods.
"This is too much!" she screamed, "Professor McGonagall must be told about this!"
In other words, it was a strange, unknown germ that spread silently in the castle. First Gryffindor, then Hufflepuff, and then some of the little snakes in Ravenclaw and Slytherin also disappeared. Can successfully escape.
Especially in Umbridge's Defense Against the Dark Arts class, this 'disease' broke out particularly fiercely.
The specific manifestation is that when someone is reciting the text, he suddenly feels like he has been hit by a spell and can't stop the nosebleeds. As an adult, Umbridge certainly knows several magics for stopping bleeding, but there is no such thing. With one exception, it failed.
Or perhaps, a little wizard suddenly stood up five minutes into her class, turned pale, and began to vomit, vomiting out everything he had eaten for breakfast or lunch, and even translucent gastric juice with bubbles could be seen.
This made Umbridge sick.
It's not that Umbridge didn't suspect that these 'sick' students were looking for excuses to skip class, but the symptoms of each of them were completely different, and there was no trace of acting at all.
The blood was real, not fake plasma, and Ju Li Ting also said that these were not the results of a spell at all.
Obviously, the new works of Weasley's Trick Workshop began to bloom everywhere after Umbridge's arrival, occupying the entire Hogwarts market.
In fact, it was difficult to hide this kind of thing from the other professors. They all knew where these strange 'diseases' came from. Professor Flitwick, who was very curious, even got a product of the Weasley brothers.
"I have to say, McGonagall, the Weasley twins are some weirdos." Professor Flitwick commented.
Although the professors all knew the origin of this strange disease, they reached a subtle tacit understanding out of their common perception of Umbridge, and no one chose to reveal this secret to her.
But there is one person who is different. He has been fighting with the Weasley brothers for a long time.
As the saying goes, the only person who knows you best is your enemy.
Of course, this is something.
There is also a saying that goes to the extreme, and when Umbridge knew that widespread illness only occurred in her Defense Against the Dark Arts class, no matter how stupid she was, she knew something was wrong.
Professor McGonagall therefore gave a warning.
Oh, this is within the scope of the new prefect---Mr. Ron Weasley.
"You can't do this anymore." Ron started a 'war' with his two restless brothers in the Gryffindor common room.
Soul lay on Hermione's lap, changed into a more comfortable position, and watched with interest as Ron stopped the Weasley brothers from handing out 'candy' to a group of first-year students who didn't know the dangers of the world.
Those first years were generally delirious, and it was the candy that did their job.
"Oh, great, Fred, it seems we are about to have a new product." George clapped his hands, completely ignoring his brother who was not far away.
"Well, the medicine is obviously effective enough." Fred touched his chin and nodded, "We can think of a name for it, 'Coma Rice Krispie Treats', how about it?"
"I don't think there's a better fit."
George readily agreed, and the two brothers high-fived.
Oh, this is definitely a challenge to the prefect's power.
"George, Fred, did you listen to me? Professor McGonagall found me and asked me to take care of you." Ron blushed and stamped his feet angrily, "Don't force me to use my power to punish you!"
Fred and George both looked at Ron, then at each other, then held their stomachs and laughed.
Oh, this mocking laughter obviously made Ron even more angry. Even in the warm Gryffindor common room, Sol could see wisps of white smoke coming out of Ron's head.
I was so angry that my head was smoking.
"Aha, did you hear that? Fred, our dear Ronnie wants to exercise his power." George said sinisterly.
"I heard it very clearly, George, very clearly." Fred glanced at Ron with a look that said, "I want to see if you dare."
"Penpose us to confinement?"
"Or are we punished for copying school rules?"
"Or give us those pitiful points?"
"whocare?"
The two brothers explained the punishments that the prefect could use, and laughed again.
"No." Ron's slightly trembling body suddenly calmed down. Perhaps he was ridiculed so much that he suddenly regained his senses after being so angry.
"I'm going to write a letter to my mother right now. I really want to see if you can laugh out loud when you receive the 'howling letter'."
The two brothers were not afraid of anyone. The only thing they were afraid of was Mrs. Weasley's shouting letter. Ron's words obviously strangled them by the neck.
'Must kill! ' Soul murmured in his mind that this war had come to an end when Ron moved out of Mrs. Weasley.
However, how did Ron's head turn here, oh... Sol glanced at Ginny next to Ron.
Ha, the reason was found.
Sure enough, the two brothers immediately changed their flattering expressions, one on the left and the other on the right, shouting, "Oh, my dear brother, you shouldn't be so cruel," and at the same time they hugged Ron's shoulders.
The Weasley brothers forcefully dragged their prefect brother to the dormitory, perhaps to make some unknown deal.
It is sad and deplorable that a just prefect is about to fall. Suer has no doubt about this.
At this moment, Harry walked into the common room, covering his other hand with one hand, his face pale and swaying as if he had lost too much blood.
Ginny stepped forward with concern.
"What happened?" she asked. "What happened to your hand?"
Hermione and Soul on her knees also looked over.
"Oh my God, your hands..." Ginny exclaimed the moment Harry let go of her hand.
His hand was red, and there was a certain area of skin that was obviously different from the rest. It was the mark of an injury where the scars fell off.
"Umbridge has been asking me to write all afternoon." Harry said angrily. "Excuse me, do you have any water or pumpkin juice? I haven't stopped all afternoon. I'm dying of thirst."
Ginny immediately pulled out her wand and conjured a goblet, then filled the goblet with water and handed it to Harry.
Harry drank three glasses in one go before he began to recount his experiences throughout the afternoon.
Umbridge asked Harry to write "I must not lie" with an enchanted quill pen that can directly draw the blood of the person writing it as ink.
If Harry didn't write this line sincerely, then the pen would leave a wound on Harry's injury and then heal it, and the new layer of flesh on the back of Harry's hand would soon disappear without leaving any trace. .
Ginny was furious at Umbridge's cruel methods.
"This is too much!" she screamed, "Professor McGonagall must be told about this!"
