Chapter 62 A peaceful night?
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He Dian Bai Kai Shui
Soul finished the Easter dinner with trepidation, including all kinds of ham, roast lamb, and fish and chips.
(A special meal on Easter in peninsular England)
From time to time, he glanced at the rostrum. The weird Professor Kettleburn just laughed like a silly old man from time to time. He didn't seem to have any idea of causing trouble.
Oh, the real owner, Voldemort Quirrell, was also sitting upright, cutting a roast leg of lamb, chatting with the professor next to him from time to time. Except that his face was indeed too pale, there seemed to be nothing wrong with him.
Well, Harry, Ron, and the others were just sitting in their seats playing egg-and-egg games with their friends next to them. Hermione was reading a book and Neville was distracted.
It seems like tonight is really a peaceful night?
After stuffing the last piece of heavy oil fruit cake into his mouth, Suer nodded secretly, hoping that he would have a good sleep without causing trouble.
Nothing can stop the little badger from sleeping in his big, soft bed.
As the last snack disappeared from the banquet, Professor McGonagall stood up and announced that the banquet was over and the holiday had begun.
Something seems wrong?Before Soul could realize why Professor McGonagall announced the end of the banquet, the little wizards had already begun to leave in an orderly manner.
It wasn't until he got into the barrel that Soul realized to his surprise that he didn't seem to see Principal Dumbledore in the castle all night.
"Why didn't Principal Dumbledore attend the banquet today?"
"Oh, I heard that the principal went to deal with matters related to the International Federation of Wizards..." A senior witch following Suer heard his mumbling and said casually.
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"Strange, why are there so many eggs in the lounge?" When he first entered the lounge, Suer noticed a few gray, stone-colored eggs in the corner, but they were painted with colorful colors.
"It should be the Easter eggs arranged by the elves," Justin said. "Want to play wizard chess?"
"You go find Moen." Suer doesn't want to play chess with a bad chess player. There's no point in abusing a chess player, okay?
"I read for a while and then went to bed. I'm a little sleepy. If you lose today and go to the kitchen to get a late night snack, bring me a piece of heavy fruit cake with more strawberries. Thank you."
"Okay, okay, you fake Hufflepuff." Justin muttered and left Soul to find Morne for a fight between men.
In the final outcome, I don’t know who is on top of whom.
Suer fell asleep on the bed before Justin and Morn decided the winner. He was really too tired.
Don't ask, Hermione will do it if you ask.
It's late at night, and all the small and old animals are immersed in sleep. Oh, no, there are also owls and the hard-working gardener Filch and his cat who are not sleeping.
Filch held up his oil lamp and swayed around the castle, and his shadow expanded and contracted with his steps.
"Hiss..." The sound of scales rubbing against the gaps between stone slabs accurately hit his ears.
"Who is it?" Filch stopped walking, his bulging red eyes were wrapped by two thin eyelids, revealing a thin gap, and a sharp light flashed through it.
"Which little wizard is there?! Come out."
He was walking back and forth in the corridor, his pace was rapid, and his excitement could be vaguely felt.
But Filch got nothing.
"Damn it, you run fast." He muttered, slowed down his pace again, and unexpectedly met a figure in black robes at the corner.
"Hey! I caught you!" Filch opened his eagle-claw-like hands and grabbed the figure hidden in the darkness.
"Let me see, who are you?"
Filch lifted the oil lamp and squinted his eyes to take a look.
"Clang..." The oil lamp fell to the ground, and at the same time Filch's voice sounded in astonishment, "Ke...Professor Kettleburn???"
"You are..."
"No, it's not right..." Filch, who had worked in the castle for countless years, was keenly aware that something was wrong with Professor Kettleburn in front of him, very wrong. He seemed to be fixed in the demeanor and expression at that moment by something. On the action...
"magic?!"
"This is serious. I must notify Professor McGonagall immediately. Has an outsider broken in? Damn it, Dumbledore is not in the castle today either." Although Filch was panicked, he was still very organized, and it involved magic. , he knew that he couldn't handle it, and he must immediately find the only person in charge in the castle...
But the moment he bent down to lift the oil lamp, a curse hit his old body from an oblique angle.
"This is not okay..." Another figure hurriedly came over, "Filch, your task for today has been completed. You don't know anything about what's going to happen next. Go back to your office."
Filch's confused eyes were filled with joy, "Oh, my mission has been completed."
"It's peaceful in the castle tonight."
"That's right, go back. It's time for you to rest."
Filch picked up the oil lamp in a panic and disappeared into the corridor with one staggering step.
"Hiss... Idiot! Why don't you kill him." In the darkness, a pair of bright red vertical pupils opened suddenly.
"Master..." The man in black robe immediately knelt on the ground and bowed his head to the snake that swam out of the darkness. "I think... it is not suitable to go to war at this time. Before we complete our goal, any death will befall us." The plan is unfavorable.”
"Are you teaching me how to do things? Hiss..." Gray Snake's voice was extremely angry.
"No...no, I don't dare, master...ah..." The gray snake bit him, and the man in black robe rolled on the spot in pain, but he did not dare to make any louder noise to avoid attracting attention.
The hood came off, revealing a bright eye under the dim wall lamp.
---spiced corned egg? (Be humorous)
It was Quirinus Quirrell.
Fortunately, compared to previous Cruciatus Curse, this kind of pain is still bearable.
After letting go, the gray snake immediately turned into a handful of ashes and scattered on the ground.
On the back of Quirinus Quirrell's bare head, there appeared a face with no nose, sunken eye sockets, and bulging eyes. Any little wizard who passed by this place would definitely have nightmares for a few days after returning.
"Hurry up, Quirinus, get the stone. After I am resurrected, I will give you the power you want, and the eternal life that people have dreamed of for a long time..."
"You don't have much time..."
Quirrell was still lying on the ground, with the back of his head pushed upwards, his body as close to the ground as possible, in an extremely awkward posture,
"Yes...Master, thanks to this old guy Kettleburn, otherwise we wouldn't have had a wonderful opportunity so soon..."
“I don’t want to know so much, I only care about the results!!”
"Yes...yes yes...Master..."
ps: I don’t have a fever anymore, but I’m coughing so hard that my lungs are about to vomit out.
It will be open on the 1.3st and [-]rd. Please be careful, everyone. It is said that the popular strain of diarrhea is quite powerful. If possible, stock up on some diarrhea medicine.Monto and the like, the child just needs some mommy love and the like.
(A special meal on Easter in peninsular England)
From time to time, he glanced at the rostrum. The weird Professor Kettleburn just laughed like a silly old man from time to time. He didn't seem to have any idea of causing trouble.
Oh, the real owner, Voldemort Quirrell, was also sitting upright, cutting a roast leg of lamb, chatting with the professor next to him from time to time. Except that his face was indeed too pale, there seemed to be nothing wrong with him.
Well, Harry, Ron, and the others were just sitting in their seats playing egg-and-egg games with their friends next to them. Hermione was reading a book and Neville was distracted.
It seems like tonight is really a peaceful night?
After stuffing the last piece of heavy oil fruit cake into his mouth, Suer nodded secretly, hoping that he would have a good sleep without causing trouble.
Nothing can stop the little badger from sleeping in his big, soft bed.
As the last snack disappeared from the banquet, Professor McGonagall stood up and announced that the banquet was over and the holiday had begun.
Something seems wrong?Before Soul could realize why Professor McGonagall announced the end of the banquet, the little wizards had already begun to leave in an orderly manner.
It wasn't until he got into the barrel that Soul realized to his surprise that he didn't seem to see Principal Dumbledore in the castle all night.
"Why didn't Principal Dumbledore attend the banquet today?"
"Oh, I heard that the principal went to deal with matters related to the International Federation of Wizards..." A senior witch following Suer heard his mumbling and said casually.
…………
"Strange, why are there so many eggs in the lounge?" When he first entered the lounge, Suer noticed a few gray, stone-colored eggs in the corner, but they were painted with colorful colors.
"It should be the Easter eggs arranged by the elves," Justin said. "Want to play wizard chess?"
"You go find Moen." Suer doesn't want to play chess with a bad chess player. There's no point in abusing a chess player, okay?
"I read for a while and then went to bed. I'm a little sleepy. If you lose today and go to the kitchen to get a late night snack, bring me a piece of heavy fruit cake with more strawberries. Thank you."
"Okay, okay, you fake Hufflepuff." Justin muttered and left Soul to find Morne for a fight between men.
In the final outcome, I don’t know who is on top of whom.
Suer fell asleep on the bed before Justin and Morn decided the winner. He was really too tired.
Don't ask, Hermione will do it if you ask.
It's late at night, and all the small and old animals are immersed in sleep. Oh, no, there are also owls and the hard-working gardener Filch and his cat who are not sleeping.
Filch held up his oil lamp and swayed around the castle, and his shadow expanded and contracted with his steps.
"Hiss..." The sound of scales rubbing against the gaps between stone slabs accurately hit his ears.
"Who is it?" Filch stopped walking, his bulging red eyes were wrapped by two thin eyelids, revealing a thin gap, and a sharp light flashed through it.
"Which little wizard is there?! Come out."
He was walking back and forth in the corridor, his pace was rapid, and his excitement could be vaguely felt.
But Filch got nothing.
"Damn it, you run fast." He muttered, slowed down his pace again, and unexpectedly met a figure in black robes at the corner.
"Hey! I caught you!" Filch opened his eagle-claw-like hands and grabbed the figure hidden in the darkness.
"Let me see, who are you?"
Filch lifted the oil lamp and squinted his eyes to take a look.
"Clang..." The oil lamp fell to the ground, and at the same time Filch's voice sounded in astonishment, "Ke...Professor Kettleburn???"
"You are..."
"No, it's not right..." Filch, who had worked in the castle for countless years, was keenly aware that something was wrong with Professor Kettleburn in front of him, very wrong. He seemed to be fixed in the demeanor and expression at that moment by something. On the action...
"magic?!"
"This is serious. I must notify Professor McGonagall immediately. Has an outsider broken in? Damn it, Dumbledore is not in the castle today either." Although Filch was panicked, he was still very organized, and it involved magic. , he knew that he couldn't handle it, and he must immediately find the only person in charge in the castle...
But the moment he bent down to lift the oil lamp, a curse hit his old body from an oblique angle.
"This is not okay..." Another figure hurriedly came over, "Filch, your task for today has been completed. You don't know anything about what's going to happen next. Go back to your office."
Filch's confused eyes were filled with joy, "Oh, my mission has been completed."
"It's peaceful in the castle tonight."
"That's right, go back. It's time for you to rest."
Filch picked up the oil lamp in a panic and disappeared into the corridor with one staggering step.
"Hiss... Idiot! Why don't you kill him." In the darkness, a pair of bright red vertical pupils opened suddenly.
"Master..." The man in black robe immediately knelt on the ground and bowed his head to the snake that swam out of the darkness. "I think... it is not suitable to go to war at this time. Before we complete our goal, any death will befall us." The plan is unfavorable.”
"Are you teaching me how to do things? Hiss..." Gray Snake's voice was extremely angry.
"No...no, I don't dare, master...ah..." The gray snake bit him, and the man in black robe rolled on the spot in pain, but he did not dare to make any louder noise to avoid attracting attention.
The hood came off, revealing a bright eye under the dim wall lamp.
---spiced corned egg? (Be humorous)
It was Quirinus Quirrell.
Fortunately, compared to previous Cruciatus Curse, this kind of pain is still bearable.
After letting go, the gray snake immediately turned into a handful of ashes and scattered on the ground.
On the back of Quirinus Quirrell's bare head, there appeared a face with no nose, sunken eye sockets, and bulging eyes. Any little wizard who passed by this place would definitely have nightmares for a few days after returning.
"Hurry up, Quirinus, get the stone. After I am resurrected, I will give you the power you want, and the eternal life that people have dreamed of for a long time..."
"You don't have much time..."
Quirrell was still lying on the ground, with the back of his head pushed upwards, his body as close to the ground as possible, in an extremely awkward posture,
"Yes...Master, thanks to this old guy Kettleburn, otherwise we wouldn't have had a wonderful opportunity so soon..."
“I don’t want to know so much, I only care about the results!!”
"Yes...yes yes...Master..."
ps: I don’t have a fever anymore, but I’m coughing so hard that my lungs are about to vomit out.
It will be open on the 1.3st and [-]rd. Please be careful, everyone. It is said that the popular strain of diarrhea is quite powerful. If possible, stock up on some diarrhea medicine.Monto and the like, the child just needs some mommy love and the like.
