Chapter 61 Who makes the women’s clothing?and, easter
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He Dian Bai Kai Shui
"We didn't make any noise. We put the sack on Flint while he was under the Disillusionment Curse."
"Women's clothing?" Gabrielle shook her head, "How could it be made by us?"
"We just fed Flint a little life and death water in the hope that he would miss the game. However, the first time we did this, I didn't control the amount well, causing Flint to wake up so early."
"However, it doesn't matter, the game is over, the result is good, he still missed the game."
After Soul and Hermione took the unconscious Neville to the infirmary, they separated on the second floor.
As soon as he emerged from the barrel passage, he heard prefect Gabriel talking in the lounge while holding a glass of pumpkin juice.
"Isn't the women's clothing made by the prefect?" Suer wondered.
"Anyway, Flint shouldn't have time to cause trouble to us during this period." Gabriel blew the hot air above the cup proudly.
"I heard that Snape punished him with two months of confinement. I'm afraid that by the end of the term, he will have to deal with frog entrails in the potions room."
The little Hufflepuff badger, who had completely avenged himself, was released from the Avenger status in the next few days and began to enjoy life again.
Professor Sprout's mood seemed to have improved. When Gabriel was in confinement, the dean would give him a box of coconut sorbet after working.
In short, everything seems to have returned to the quiet and peaceful look it had when school first started. Oh, it's just like this for Hufflepuff. For Flint, the captain of Slytherin, life is not so good. Wonderful.
Many people, especially Gryffindor people, especially like to call him his new nickname---Miss F.
Miss Fu was extremely annoyed. When she passed the auditorium every day, she could always see him glaring at everyone who passed by with his red eyes. Obviously, he attributed everything that happened to him to the person who gave him women's clothing.
Oh, he doesn't even spare the people from his own college.
But it was all in vain.
Voldemort Quirinus Quirrell has been in very poor health recently. His face is visibly pale, and his wizard robes have begun to become looser.
Soul occasionally saw Ron trying to persuade people not to laugh at Professor Quirrell's stuttering, but since Professor Quirrell's bald head was exposed in public, no one was laughing at him.
However, speaking of which, as a mini-boss, Quirrell’s presence is too low...
Forget it, this is something that the protagonist should worry about. A badger should eat and sleep when it's full, eat when it's full and sleep, and be happy.
"Bang..." A thick stack of parchment was placed in front of Sur's eyes, and along with the parchment, Hermione sat down next to him.
"If I guess correctly, are you making a review plan?" Suer's eyebrows twitched as he looked at the familiar colorful handwriting.
Oh, she brought the Muggle school stuff to Hogwarts.
"Make a plan and don't panic. You'd better do it with me, Soul." Hermione said as she sorted things out without raising her head.
"The exam is still far away from us, right?" Suer raised his eyes and counted silently, "There are still more than two months."
"A little over ten weeks to be precise," Hermione retorted. "It's just the blink of an eye."
"For Nicoléme, who is over 600 years old, it is really just a blink of an eye." Suer blinked, "But girl, you are only 11 years old."
"Look, the weather is nice outside. Why don't we go to Hagrid's place to enjoy a cup of afternoon tea?"
"I don't want to eat that biscuit that's so hard that it could kill a cow." Hermione muttered as she looked up at the weather, but the weather outside was indeed pretty good.
Hermione was a little moved, but she still shook her head.
"I should have started preparing for review a month in advance. You must know that if we fail the exam, it means that we cannot enter the second grade normally..."
"Next time, Soul."
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"This is probably the happiest period since I taught at Hogwarts. It's really hard to imagine that the person who understands me best in the entire school is Quirinas Quirrell."
"He understands me, he knows what my favorite magical creature is, and he also knows what my most regretful thing is."
"He was willing to help me, he was my confidant."
"Although he is always weird and asks me some information about the unicorns in the Forbidden Forest, I am not worried that he will hurt them, so I told him. As a good friend, Quirinas sent me this What a lovely fire-ash snake egg reward.”
"Today is Easter. I have been preparing for this performance for more than half a year."
"I am Silvanus Kettleburn, and I am going to give the most spectacular performance to Hogwarts Castle. Look, Armando Dippet (former Hogwarts Headmaster, has been Don’t deal with him), that little ash snake you’ve been looking down on, what a wonderful creature it is.”
"Renewed in death."
…………
The Easter holiday officially begins after the dinner on this night. Unlike the Christmas holiday, very few students choose to leave school.
The professors seemed to have agreed upon it and assigned a huge amount of homework...
I still have to catch up on homework when I go back, and there is no place to learn from.
Why not just stay in the castle and study with your good friends, finish your homework and play some Easter games.
At the end of the last class before the holidays, the little wizards gathered in the auditorium, and each long table was divided into several different groups.
"Quick! Crush him! Crash him!"
"Oh!~"
Cheers and regrets came one after another. Looking closer, I saw two colorful eggs each "growing" a pair of legs, testing and colliding with each other in a defined circle.
Obviously, breaking it means losing the game.
"You won again! Sur!"
"Haha, I knew from the beginning that this is nut chocolate." Suer laughed and canceled the transformation spell, proudly, "Quick, if you lose, you have to accept the punishment and eat this multi-flavored bean."
"You're lucky, vomit, the smell of earwax..."
This is a little game during Easter in the English peninsula. In the Muggle world, they usually each hold an Easter egg and collide with each other. Whoever breaks the egg first loses.
However, the gameplay in the wizarding world is obviously more magical. The gameplay in the first and second grade is relatively simple. They just transform into a pair of legs to test and collide with each other. The senior students are much more advanced. The seniors who are more proficient in transformation will use chocolate eggs Transform into rabbits and control them to run around the field.
----Or let the rabbits attack each other with knives and forks. (Suddenly I remembered an animated movie I watched before, which told the story of a big rabbit. If you know anything about it, could you please post a picture below?)
"Hey, Soul, do you think Professor Kettleburn is a little strange today?" Moen patted Soul's arm and winked at the teacher's seat on the rostrum.
"What's so strange?"
"It's so silly. He only knows how to giggle." Moen said quietly, "I'm not the only one who thinks so. Several seniors also said the same thing. Professor Kettleburn's recent class state has been a bit off."
"Those who criticize the professor behind his back will be deducted a lot of points, Moen." Suer warned, and then looked up at the teacher's seat.
"Maybe the old professor is too old? I know that there is a disease called Alzheimer's disease in Muggles, and maybe in the wizarding world as well."
Having said that, the old man holding an iron bucket and making a weird laugh that he saw twice on the underground floor of the castle appeared in his mind...
I also thought that there is a troublemaker this semester-Voldemort Quirrell Quirinus...
Bad feeling...oh...no way?
ps: I don’t know why, but my immune system, which was out of the red-eye state, suddenly had a flare-up yesterday. The fever reached 41 degrees and almost sent me away.
I coded this chapter yesterday afternoon when I was in good condition. I woke up just now and found that it was already past twelve o'clock. I struggled to post the chapter. You are waiting for me, dear ones. I can't break my promise.
It seems like yesterday that 2019 entered 2020, and tomorrow will be 2023.
I hope that the pain and misfortune will go away from us as the clock strikes twelve tonight.
"The bad luck is gone! The bad luck is gone!"
See you tomorrow.
"Women's clothing?" Gabrielle shook her head, "How could it be made by us?"
"We just fed Flint a little life and death water in the hope that he would miss the game. However, the first time we did this, I didn't control the amount well, causing Flint to wake up so early."
"However, it doesn't matter, the game is over, the result is good, he still missed the game."
After Soul and Hermione took the unconscious Neville to the infirmary, they separated on the second floor.
As soon as he emerged from the barrel passage, he heard prefect Gabriel talking in the lounge while holding a glass of pumpkin juice.
"Isn't the women's clothing made by the prefect?" Suer wondered.
"Anyway, Flint shouldn't have time to cause trouble to us during this period." Gabriel blew the hot air above the cup proudly.
"I heard that Snape punished him with two months of confinement. I'm afraid that by the end of the term, he will have to deal with frog entrails in the potions room."
The little Hufflepuff badger, who had completely avenged himself, was released from the Avenger status in the next few days and began to enjoy life again.
Professor Sprout's mood seemed to have improved. When Gabriel was in confinement, the dean would give him a box of coconut sorbet after working.
In short, everything seems to have returned to the quiet and peaceful look it had when school first started. Oh, it's just like this for Hufflepuff. For Flint, the captain of Slytherin, life is not so good. Wonderful.
Many people, especially Gryffindor people, especially like to call him his new nickname---Miss F.
Miss Fu was extremely annoyed. When she passed the auditorium every day, she could always see him glaring at everyone who passed by with his red eyes. Obviously, he attributed everything that happened to him to the person who gave him women's clothing.
Oh, he doesn't even spare the people from his own college.
But it was all in vain.
Voldemort Quirinus Quirrell has been in very poor health recently. His face is visibly pale, and his wizard robes have begun to become looser.
Soul occasionally saw Ron trying to persuade people not to laugh at Professor Quirrell's stuttering, but since Professor Quirrell's bald head was exposed in public, no one was laughing at him.
However, speaking of which, as a mini-boss, Quirrell’s presence is too low...
Forget it, this is something that the protagonist should worry about. A badger should eat and sleep when it's full, eat when it's full and sleep, and be happy.
"Bang..." A thick stack of parchment was placed in front of Sur's eyes, and along with the parchment, Hermione sat down next to him.
"If I guess correctly, are you making a review plan?" Suer's eyebrows twitched as he looked at the familiar colorful handwriting.
Oh, she brought the Muggle school stuff to Hogwarts.
"Make a plan and don't panic. You'd better do it with me, Soul." Hermione said as she sorted things out without raising her head.
"The exam is still far away from us, right?" Suer raised his eyes and counted silently, "There are still more than two months."
"A little over ten weeks to be precise," Hermione retorted. "It's just the blink of an eye."
"For Nicoléme, who is over 600 years old, it is really just a blink of an eye." Suer blinked, "But girl, you are only 11 years old."
"Look, the weather is nice outside. Why don't we go to Hagrid's place to enjoy a cup of afternoon tea?"
"I don't want to eat that biscuit that's so hard that it could kill a cow." Hermione muttered as she looked up at the weather, but the weather outside was indeed pretty good.
Hermione was a little moved, but she still shook her head.
"I should have started preparing for review a month in advance. You must know that if we fail the exam, it means that we cannot enter the second grade normally..."
"Next time, Soul."
…………
"This is probably the happiest period since I taught at Hogwarts. It's really hard to imagine that the person who understands me best in the entire school is Quirinas Quirrell."
"He understands me, he knows what my favorite magical creature is, and he also knows what my most regretful thing is."
"He was willing to help me, he was my confidant."
"Although he is always weird and asks me some information about the unicorns in the Forbidden Forest, I am not worried that he will hurt them, so I told him. As a good friend, Quirinas sent me this What a lovely fire-ash snake egg reward.”
"Today is Easter. I have been preparing for this performance for more than half a year."
"I am Silvanus Kettleburn, and I am going to give the most spectacular performance to Hogwarts Castle. Look, Armando Dippet (former Hogwarts Headmaster, has been Don’t deal with him), that little ash snake you’ve been looking down on, what a wonderful creature it is.”
"Renewed in death."
…………
The Easter holiday officially begins after the dinner on this night. Unlike the Christmas holiday, very few students choose to leave school.
The professors seemed to have agreed upon it and assigned a huge amount of homework...
I still have to catch up on homework when I go back, and there is no place to learn from.
Why not just stay in the castle and study with your good friends, finish your homework and play some Easter games.
At the end of the last class before the holidays, the little wizards gathered in the auditorium, and each long table was divided into several different groups.
"Quick! Crush him! Crash him!"
"Oh!~"
Cheers and regrets came one after another. Looking closer, I saw two colorful eggs each "growing" a pair of legs, testing and colliding with each other in a defined circle.
Obviously, breaking it means losing the game.
"You won again! Sur!"
"Haha, I knew from the beginning that this is nut chocolate." Suer laughed and canceled the transformation spell, proudly, "Quick, if you lose, you have to accept the punishment and eat this multi-flavored bean."
"You're lucky, vomit, the smell of earwax..."
This is a little game during Easter in the English peninsula. In the Muggle world, they usually each hold an Easter egg and collide with each other. Whoever breaks the egg first loses.
However, the gameplay in the wizarding world is obviously more magical. The gameplay in the first and second grade is relatively simple. They just transform into a pair of legs to test and collide with each other. The senior students are much more advanced. The seniors who are more proficient in transformation will use chocolate eggs Transform into rabbits and control them to run around the field.
----Or let the rabbits attack each other with knives and forks. (Suddenly I remembered an animated movie I watched before, which told the story of a big rabbit. If you know anything about it, could you please post a picture below?)
"Hey, Soul, do you think Professor Kettleburn is a little strange today?" Moen patted Soul's arm and winked at the teacher's seat on the rostrum.
"What's so strange?"
"It's so silly. He only knows how to giggle." Moen said quietly, "I'm not the only one who thinks so. Several seniors also said the same thing. Professor Kettleburn's recent class state has been a bit off."
"Those who criticize the professor behind his back will be deducted a lot of points, Moen." Suer warned, and then looked up at the teacher's seat.
"Maybe the old professor is too old? I know that there is a disease called Alzheimer's disease in Muggles, and maybe in the wizarding world as well."
Having said that, the old man holding an iron bucket and making a weird laugh that he saw twice on the underground floor of the castle appeared in his mind...
I also thought that there is a troublemaker this semester-Voldemort Quirrell Quirinus...
Bad feeling...oh...no way?
ps: I don’t know why, but my immune system, which was out of the red-eye state, suddenly had a flare-up yesterday. The fever reached 41 degrees and almost sent me away.
I coded this chapter yesterday afternoon when I was in good condition. I woke up just now and found that it was already past twelve o'clock. I struggled to post the chapter. You are waiting for me, dear ones. I can't break my promise.
It seems like yesterday that 2019 entered 2020, and tomorrow will be 2023.
I hope that the pain and misfortune will go away from us as the clock strikes twelve tonight.
"The bad luck is gone! The bad luck is gone!"
See you tomorrow.
