Chapter 12 Routines and Anti-routines
But no matter what he thought in his heart, the Weasley twins beside him had already entered the state.
"Cough cough!!"
Fred cleared his throat first, and his face instantly became solemn and slightly frightened.
His eyes first closed slowly, then suddenly opened, as if he was awakened from a nightmare.
"I really don't want to recall the experience back then. It's really... it's really too horrible."
George, who was standing by, quickly agreed.
"Yes, it's really terrifying. In our class, the young wizards had to hold out for 10 minutes under the troll's hands, and then they would be assigned to a school based on their performance."
"Oh, and you know what a troll is? That guy is as tall as a mountain and can crush you with just one foot."
Carl also cooperated very well. His expression changed to one of fear almost instantly, and his voice also changed back to normal.
"Really? That would be just as scary as the brown bear I hunted in South Carolina."
"Of course." George was delighted at first, but soon came to his senses, turned to look at Carl, and asked with a puzzled look on his face.
“Have you ever hunted a brown bear?”
"Yes." Carl nodded calmly, "The brown bear's name is Baratito, and it lives in the mountains of South Carolina."
"It attacked many people and killed many cattle and sheep..."
Carl began to vividly describe the entire process of hunting the brown bear, which was extremely thrilling.
Coupled with his god-level acting skills and the application of some common horror elements, George and Fred were horrified.
The two were so scared that they hugged each other.
"Finally, that night, that cunning guy sneaked into our cabin. I didn't dare to light the light."
"Because I could smell its stench and the hot breath, I just kept waiting."
"Finally, there was a bang, and the flash from the muzzle lit up the entire cabin. This 800-pound bad guy died less than two inches from my bedside."
After telling the story, Carl took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it slowly, and then stared out the window, as if recalling the past.
But he still admired the frightened expressions of the Weasley twins out of the corner of his eyes, and felt quite proud.
I combined the traditional horror story of the Grandma Bear with the stories of several famous man-eating bears in real life.
Combined with his own performance, it is indeed scary enough.
The frightened Weasley twins ate six honey cakes before they recovered.
They wiped the cold sweat from their foreheads in unison, and then looked at Carl who was smoking and lost in his memories.
George spoke first, unable to help but admire her.
"That's amazing, no wonder you were able to get a gift from Professor Snape, if that's possible."
"How about taking Professor Snape's big bat away with the shotgun as well?"
Hearing this, Cedric, who was standing by, put his hand on his forehead repeatedly. He admitted that Carl's performance was indeed wonderful.
The whole story is also very fascinating, but the subtle traces of splicing can still be felt.
However, he did not intend to remind the twins that the story was fake. In fact, he was happy to appreciate the panic-stricken look of these two naughty ghosts.
He even wanted to hear the other party say it again, so he pretended to be apologetic and said apologetically to Karl.
"I'm sorry, I seemed to be distracted just now, can you please tell me again?"
Hearing this, Carl put out the cigarette in his hand and looked at Cedric with a smirk on his face. He didn't expect that this guy who was as handsome as himself, with fair face and red lips, was actually a white and black man.
But of course he would not miss this opportunity and secretly winked at her.
He signaled Cedric to close the door of the carriage first, and then he pulled the curtains of the carriage, making the whole carriage a little darker.
Then he slowly approached the two brothers and said with a strange expression.
"Have you heard of the American Horror Story that exists across the ocean?"
This action really scared the two brothers. They leaned on each other, huddled in a corner of the carriage, and shook their heads desperately.
But unfortunately, Carl's story is like this train, once it starts moving, there is no way it can be stopped.
As for the reason, that annoying voice kept ringing in Carl's mind.
[Congratulations to the host for successfully scaring his classmate. Please keep up the good work. The more seriously the other party is frightened, the more points you will get.]
[Villain points increase by 20. ]
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Inside Hogwarts Castle.
Professor Snape walked quickly towards the headmaster's office with his signature steps and came to the door.
He didn't knock on the door, but pushed it open roughly.
There was a loud bang, which scared the old man in the seat so much that he shivered and the candy in his hand fell to the ground, making him sigh.
"You're back, Severus. Thank you for your hard work. How's the child? Is he outstanding?"
The headmaster of Hogwarts, Dumbledore, cast a gentle gaze at Snape through his half-moon glasses.
However, facing the kindness of this principal who looked like Santa Claus, Snape's face looked extremely ugly.
"Albus, we shouldn't have accepted this child. You know his background, and you should know what this means."
"He is not an ordinary teenager. His intelligence and sophistication are definitely not what a 15-year-old boy should have."
At this point, Snape seemed to recall something, then sighed and said.
"With his extraordinary magical talent, this child is simply a bomb."
"You can't put a landmine that could explode at any time among a group of children who don't know anything."
"Don't be so harsh, Severus." Dumbledore smiled, "He is definitely a good boy, and there is definitely love in his heart."
"I suppose you must know that, or you wouldn't have thought of giving him a gift."
Snape did not answer. In his mind, the whole thing made him extremely embarrassed. After a moment of silence.
He still had to admit it.
"I can't be sure, but he did cast the Patronus Charm spontaneously while choosing his wand."
"That's right." Dumbledore's eyes lit up and he sat up slightly straighter.
"You and I both know what this spell means. Dress up nicely. For example, your hairstyle is very good now, such a delicate silver-gray color."
"I'm really happy for you that you can make a change."
"We are about to usher in the most grand day of the year. Hogwarts will welcome many lovely children again."
I heard the other person start discussing his hairstyle just like that little bastard.
Professor Snape had no intention of staying, but when he reached the door, he turned around and asked again.
"But at least, you have to tell me about this child's background. After all, her child is going to join the school this year."
"Trust me Severus." Dumbledore said seriously, his eyes unusually firm.
"He won't hurt Harry, I assure you, but I'm sorry I can't tell you his background yet."
Professor Snape, who was standing at the door, looked at the old man in front of him for a long time, then retracted his gaze and turned away.
All that was left was this huge room, a lonely old man, and a bunch of chattering portraits.
