Hogwarts: Don't call me Wandmaker

Chapter 99: It will stop naturally after he finishes vomiting

Xi Lun did not expect that Harry would actually run to Madam Pince and solemnly propose his idea of ​​staying in the library for a while.

Of course, this was obviously impossible, and Madam Pince refused without a second thought, suggesting that Harry go to the hospital wing.

After all, any normal person would not give up their comfortable dormitory and sleep in the library.

Harry was also helpless. If Colin had not been sorted into Gryffindor and would not be waiting in the common room at all times, he would definitely not want to live in the library.

"If all else fails, go find Hagrid," Siren said. "Exaggerate the situation a little, and maybe he'll agree to help you set up a bed in the cabin."

"Forget it, I'm just kidding." Harry shook his head. It was mainly because playing the werewolf was too tiring, and Malfoy's constant laughter also made him exhausted. That's why when he saw Colin, he impulsively ran to Madam Pince and said, "Can I live in the library?"

"I really hope Lockhart can teach me how to communicate with my admirers." Harry said half-jokingly, "It would be best if Colin could give up the idea of ​​taking a picture of me every day."

"Then you don't know Lockhart at all. He'd love for someone to take his picture," Siren said. "And Lockhart would spend at least five hours every day replying to his admirers' letters."

"Every day?" Harry raised his voice unconsciously. "Five hours?"

"At least five hours." Xi Lun nodded. "That's what he said anyway."

Now, Harry really admired Lockhart. If he were asked to spend five hours a day writing letters, he would definitely go crazy. Thinking of this, Colin, who just liked to say hello, didn't seem so annoying.

Even playing a monster wasn't so hard to accept anymore... Well, if only Hermione could use a different spell. He felt like the color of his robes had become a little lighter.

"Harry, so you're here."

Just as I was thinking about it, Hermione ran over from a distance. She looked very nervous and spoke incoherently as soon as she saw me:

"I heard Ron say you were a little upset... I'm sorry Harry, are you okay..."

"I'm fine, Hermione," said Harry.

"That's good." Hermione whispered, "I'm sorry, I was too excited at the time and didn't think too much. I thought those spells wouldn't hurt you."

"Of course not. I won't be hurt by the Cleansing Charm." Harry smiled and said, "Thanks to you, I don't have to do the laundry these days."

Seeing that he could still joke, Hermione was completely relieved.

Soon Ron arrived, and they all went to the Great Hall for dinner. This time Harry was lucky and didn't run into Lockhart or Colin.

……

The next weekend, Xi Lun originally wanted to go visit Hagrid with Harry and the others, but the three dog barkings he heard from a distance immediately made him give up the idea.

Because those are three different barking sounds, after ruling out the possibility that Yaya has three different voices, the only possibility is that the dog has three heads.

"Well... you guys go first. I suddenly remembered that I have something else to do." Xilun said, and without waiting for the three to react, he turned and walked into the castle.

The last time the three-headed dog chased him might have been because of dark magic, but it is not ruled out that it really had such an idea... So, it is better to find another time to visit Hagrid.

After returning to the castle, Xi Lun went to the library he was most familiar with. He sat there from morning to noon, had a simple meal, and then sat there from noon to afternoon. Then he wrote down the things he didn't understand and went to find Professor McGonagall.

When Xi Lun came out of Professor McGonagall's office, it was already dark outside.

Well, another fulfilling day.

Xi Lun stretched and walked towards the hall. When he saw the dejected Gryffindor ghost standing in the corridor, he went over to comfort him.

"Nick, I don't think this is your problem. The aesthetic standards of those headless knights are too rigid."

Looking at his expression, Xi Lun knew without a doubt that he had been rejected by the Headless Hunters again. This happened once a year and had almost become a regular feature of Hogwarts.

"You think I'm no different than them, right?" Nearly Headless Nick immediately became excited. "Just because I have less than half an inch of flesh and cartilage attached to me, they rejected me 49 times!"

Xi Lun felt that it was more than that. The Headless Hunter Team seemed to have been established for a long time. Coupled with the fact that Nick was still brooding over the matter, it must be a long-standing feud...

Maybe Nick only remembered 49 times.

Xi Lun tried to pat his arm, and it felt like soaking his hand in ice water.

"Don't give up. I believe you will succeed one day."

"Thank you for your good words." Nearly Headless Nick said, "Oh, by the way, I just saw a few Gryffindor students fighting with others by the Black Lake. Do you want to go and have a look... Oh, I said I had other things to do." Before Siren could say anything, Nearly Headless Nick suddenly shouted, "I went back to the castle to find Minerva, otherwise the students would suffer when facing Severus... Damn Patrick Delaney, giving me the letter at this time!"

Then he dived into the wall next to him and disappeared.

At this time, Xi Lun, who had reacted, had already started to go downstairs.

But just as he reached the second floor, a silver tabby cat landed lightly on the railing next to it, then jumped lightly to the first floor and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Obviously, the tabby cat was most likely Professor McGonagall's Animagus. Originally, he met Nick at the door of Professor McGonagall's office. Nick was a ghost, so he could find her just by turning around.

But I have to say, being able to transform into an Animagus is really convenient. Professor McGonagall's tabby cat is simply going down the floors as if they were stairs, and his speed is astonishingly fast.

When Xilun finally ran out of the castle, he saw two groups of people by the Black Lake at a glance.

Snape was the most conspicuous among them, with a sullen face and a look like he could explode at any moment. Malfoy was next to him, with his head lowered and his shoulders shrugging.

His two followers, Crabbe and Goyle, one holding his head and the other holding his arm, stood further away, groaning.

Standing opposite them were Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Professor McGonagall who had just arrived.

Once outside the castle, she changed back and walked quickly over.

"Can someone tell me what's going on?"

"It was him, Professor McGonagall!" Ron's face flushed red, and he pointed at Malfoy. "He called Hermione... he called Hermione..."

"Mudblood," Hermione volunteered. "I don't know what that means. Of course, I can tell it's awfully rude."

"It's more than rude," Ron gasped. "It's the most insulting thing he could think of."

"Mudblood..." Upon hearing this word, Professor McGonagall's face instantly turned cold and she looked at Malfoy fiercely.

at this time……

"vomit!"

Malfoy's shoulders moved again, and several large, fat slugs, accompanied by something that was not sure whether it was mucus or saliva, fell from his mouth to the ground.

At this moment, what Professor McGonagall wanted to say circled around in her mouth, then went back, and in the end she said nothing.

Professor McGonagall looked up at the other two.

In addition to Malfoy spitting slugs, Crabbe and Goyle also suffered injuries of varying degrees. It was not known whether they were caused by magic or punches.

It must be magic... Professor McGonagall thought to herself as she compared the sizes of both parties.

As for their side, all three of them were fine, except for some dirt on Ron's robe.

"Thirty points from Gryffindor," said Professor McGonagall, "and detention for the three of you."

"But Professor, it was Malfoy who spoke rudely first." Ron seemed a little dissatisfied and muttered.

"Ten points deducted from Slytherin." Professor McGonagall continued, "Mr. Malfoy, I hope you understand that there are some things you cannot say in school. This also represents the most basic cultivation of a wizard."

"Ugh...mmmm..." Malfoy was about to speak when another slug jumped out.

Professor McGonagall simply ignored him and looked at Snape, as if asking for his opinion.

"I'll take care of the detention," said Snape.

"Of course." Professor McGonagall nodded.

"I hope you... can remember the lesson today," Snape said in a long voice, then turned and left.

"Wait, Professor." Crabbe called him quickly, "Draco, he's still spitting out slugs..."

"I see, Mr. Crabbe," said Snape. "Don't worry, it will stop once he finishes vomiting."

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(End of this chapter)