Chapter 67 Snape's Reaction
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Duan Wei Li Mao
Chapter 67 Snape’s reaction
It was only halfway through the lunch time, and there were still many students in the auditorium. As usual, they got together with their friends and happily ate delicious tonkatsu and baked potatoes.
However, at this moment, an incomparably superior smell suddenly floated in from outside.
The little wizard sitting near the door was the first to suffer. They were caught off guard and almost threw up on the table.
"Ugh...damn it, who threw a big dung in the corridor!" a Gryffindor with a prefect badge roared.
His voice is considered a good thing, at least it wakes up the people sitting inside.
The next second, they also smelled that smell.
The entire auditorium was in chaos, and the students stopped eating and rushed to the outside of the auditorium.
But it wasn't until they went out that they realized that the smell outside was more mellow, but it was impossible to go back at this time, so they could only bite the bullet and run to their respective common rooms.
In the chaos, Percy keenly noticed that his two twin brothers did not seem to be in the auditorium.
"Fred, George, it really is you..."
Percy felt that he had discovered the truth. He squeezed out of the auditorium and walked angrily to the Gryffindor common room. "I must write to Mom!"
"My dear brother, what are you going to tell mother..."
At this time, two identical figures suddenly appeared at the corner in front, just blocking his way.
George laughed and said, "Before you write to your mother, can you tell us what happened in the auditorium? We've only been out for a while, why is it so... lively here."
"Stop pretending, you guys don't know about the good things you did?" Percy said angrily, "Throwing a lot of dung eggs at the castle has also affected almost all the students, and you will make Gryffindor lose a lot of points." !"
"Wait, Percy..." Fred was also very angry, "Even if you are our favorite brother, you can't slander us like that."
"That's right." George nodded solemnly: "We've been on the Quidditch pitch just now, how could we have time to throw dung eggs at the castle."
"Stop making excuses, you..."
"Go and ask." Fred interrupted him angrily, "All the players can testify for us."
George looked at him even more disappointedly and said, "Percy, I never thought that you would slander your own brother just to claim credit."
"I will definitely write to mother about it."
The two turned around and left.
Percy looked at their backs, and remembered what they swore before, and suddenly panicked.
"Am I really thinking wrong?"
He scratched his hair, a little worried that they would really write a letter to his mother to report his situation, and wanted to chase after him, but he couldn't save face, so he could only stand there tangled.
On the other hand, Fred and George were already laughing like crazy after they got out of Percy's sight.
Fred took a deep breath, and said with some fascination: "It's really worthy of a special big dung egg worth twenty Galleons. The taste is really beyond the reach of ordinary goods."
"To be precise, it should be nineteen Galleons and ten Sickles." George corrected, "Don't forget there is a big bag of bumper balloons."
"Sorry, I forgot this." Fred said with some doubts: "But what's the use of a balloon for Kyle, that thing will break as soon as it is touched, it can be said to be the lowest joke prop."
"Who knows." George shrugged and said, "Probably there are other uses."
The two talked while walking, and soon merged into the chaotic crowd.
On the way, they also met Kyle, the three of them looked at each other, and neither of them spoke to each other in a tacit understanding.
When Kyle returned to the common room, there were already many people here.
"It's from the Slytherin Quidditch team, Rozier and Marcus are there."
A senior senior sat on the sofa in the middle and said: "They were playing with big dung eggs in an empty classroom on the second floor, and they blew up the door, only to be seen by Peeves.
Then Peeves yelled loudly in the corridor again, attracting a lot of people, and now Rozier and the others have been taken to Professor Snape's office by Filch.
But they claim they are the victims. "
For the last sentence, they still believe it.
After all, Rozier is a seventh grader, no matter how hard it is, it is impossible to lock himself up in an abandoned classroom and play with big dung eggs, he must have been cheated.
But that has nothing to do with them.
Harris, who was sitting next to him, took a sip of pumpkin juice and gloated, "Ha, you deserve it."
In the crowd, someone said worriedly: "Do you think Professor Snape will doubt us?"
"Then doubt it, we didn't do it anyway." Harris said indifferently: "Besides, the conflict between us and Rozier was a week ago, and the suspicion of Gryffindor is nothing compared to that." Bigger."
……
"It must be Gryffindor!" Rozier said tremblingly in the potions office.
Marcus and the others were taken away by Filch and put into confinement. Only Rozier was left behind. He stood in the corner with a blue face and looked very sluggish.
It is only one aspect of being output by a big dung egg, and more is being frozen.
When he was brought here by Filch, Snape had washed him with water three times, and he hadn't been allowed to use any spells to dry his clothes.
Because only in this way, the stench on his body will not be so obvious.
But the problem is that the potion office is right next to the basement classroom, so the temperature is already low, and it's still November, so the breeze blows... not to mention how exciting it is.
In just a few minutes, a thin layer of ice formed on Rozier's clothes.
"You don't need to tell me these things."
Snape gave him a cold look and said, "What I don't understand is, how could you be so stupid to return Nimbus 2000... Where's your brain, did you lend it to the troll?"
"Professor, I didn't want to open it." Rozier said tremblingly, "I just wanted to hide it, but I didn't expect Peeves to come..."
Rozier explained the matter roughly, and after ignoring some unimportant details, he managed to portray himself as a good captain who cared about Slytherin's honor.
After Snape finished listening, he glanced at him expressionlessly and said, "Is what you said true?"
"It's all true." Rozier said firmly, "I can assure you, Professor."
"Very well, it's not too stupid."
Snape tossed him a bottle of potion, "Go get Filch."
Rozier, as if he had been pardoned, took the potion and poured it into his mouth.
After taking the purple potion, his face turned greener, and he coughed repeatedly from choking.
Seriously, it doesn't taste much better than the previous Big Dung Eggs.
It was only halfway through the lunch time, and there were still many students in the auditorium. As usual, they got together with their friends and happily ate delicious tonkatsu and baked potatoes.
However, at this moment, an incomparably superior smell suddenly floated in from outside.
The little wizard sitting near the door was the first to suffer. They were caught off guard and almost threw up on the table.
"Ugh...damn it, who threw a big dung in the corridor!" a Gryffindor with a prefect badge roared.
His voice is considered a good thing, at least it wakes up the people sitting inside.
The next second, they also smelled that smell.
The entire auditorium was in chaos, and the students stopped eating and rushed to the outside of the auditorium.
But it wasn't until they went out that they realized that the smell outside was more mellow, but it was impossible to go back at this time, so they could only bite the bullet and run to their respective common rooms.
In the chaos, Percy keenly noticed that his two twin brothers did not seem to be in the auditorium.
"Fred, George, it really is you..."
Percy felt that he had discovered the truth. He squeezed out of the auditorium and walked angrily to the Gryffindor common room. "I must write to Mom!"
"My dear brother, what are you going to tell mother..."
At this time, two identical figures suddenly appeared at the corner in front, just blocking his way.
George laughed and said, "Before you write to your mother, can you tell us what happened in the auditorium? We've only been out for a while, why is it so... lively here."
"Stop pretending, you guys don't know about the good things you did?" Percy said angrily, "Throwing a lot of dung eggs at the castle has also affected almost all the students, and you will make Gryffindor lose a lot of points." !"
"Wait, Percy..." Fred was also very angry, "Even if you are our favorite brother, you can't slander us like that."
"That's right." George nodded solemnly: "We've been on the Quidditch pitch just now, how could we have time to throw dung eggs at the castle."
"Stop making excuses, you..."
"Go and ask." Fred interrupted him angrily, "All the players can testify for us."
George looked at him even more disappointedly and said, "Percy, I never thought that you would slander your own brother just to claim credit."
"I will definitely write to mother about it."
The two turned around and left.
Percy looked at their backs, and remembered what they swore before, and suddenly panicked.
"Am I really thinking wrong?"
He scratched his hair, a little worried that they would really write a letter to his mother to report his situation, and wanted to chase after him, but he couldn't save face, so he could only stand there tangled.
On the other hand, Fred and George were already laughing like crazy after they got out of Percy's sight.
Fred took a deep breath, and said with some fascination: "It's really worthy of a special big dung egg worth twenty Galleons. The taste is really beyond the reach of ordinary goods."
"To be precise, it should be nineteen Galleons and ten Sickles." George corrected, "Don't forget there is a big bag of bumper balloons."
"Sorry, I forgot this." Fred said with some doubts: "But what's the use of a balloon for Kyle, that thing will break as soon as it is touched, it can be said to be the lowest joke prop."
"Who knows." George shrugged and said, "Probably there are other uses."
The two talked while walking, and soon merged into the chaotic crowd.
On the way, they also met Kyle, the three of them looked at each other, and neither of them spoke to each other in a tacit understanding.
When Kyle returned to the common room, there were already many people here.
"It's from the Slytherin Quidditch team, Rozier and Marcus are there."
A senior senior sat on the sofa in the middle and said: "They were playing with big dung eggs in an empty classroom on the second floor, and they blew up the door, only to be seen by Peeves.
Then Peeves yelled loudly in the corridor again, attracting a lot of people, and now Rozier and the others have been taken to Professor Snape's office by Filch.
But they claim they are the victims. "
For the last sentence, they still believe it.
After all, Rozier is a seventh grader, no matter how hard it is, it is impossible to lock himself up in an abandoned classroom and play with big dung eggs, he must have been cheated.
But that has nothing to do with them.
Harris, who was sitting next to him, took a sip of pumpkin juice and gloated, "Ha, you deserve it."
In the crowd, someone said worriedly: "Do you think Professor Snape will doubt us?"
"Then doubt it, we didn't do it anyway." Harris said indifferently: "Besides, the conflict between us and Rozier was a week ago, and the suspicion of Gryffindor is nothing compared to that." Bigger."
……
"It must be Gryffindor!" Rozier said tremblingly in the potions office.
Marcus and the others were taken away by Filch and put into confinement. Only Rozier was left behind. He stood in the corner with a blue face and looked very sluggish.
It is only one aspect of being output by a big dung egg, and more is being frozen.
When he was brought here by Filch, Snape had washed him with water three times, and he hadn't been allowed to use any spells to dry his clothes.
Because only in this way, the stench on his body will not be so obvious.
But the problem is that the potion office is right next to the basement classroom, so the temperature is already low, and it's still November, so the breeze blows... not to mention how exciting it is.
In just a few minutes, a thin layer of ice formed on Rozier's clothes.
"You don't need to tell me these things."
Snape gave him a cold look and said, "What I don't understand is, how could you be so stupid to return Nimbus 2000... Where's your brain, did you lend it to the troll?"
"Professor, I didn't want to open it." Rozier said tremblingly, "I just wanted to hide it, but I didn't expect Peeves to come..."
Rozier explained the matter roughly, and after ignoring some unimportant details, he managed to portray himself as a good captain who cared about Slytherin's honor.
After Snape finished listening, he glanced at him expressionlessly and said, "Is what you said true?"
"It's all true." Rozier said firmly, "I can assure you, Professor."
"Very well, it's not too stupid."
Snape tossed him a bottle of potion, "Go get Filch."
Rozier, as if he had been pardoned, took the potion and poured it into his mouth.
After taking the purple potion, his face turned greener, and he coughed repeatedly from choking.
Seriously, it doesn't taste much better than the previous Big Dung Eggs.
