Hogwarts 1991

Chapter 106

Several people rushed to the dormitory, and they were completely dumbfounded as soon as they entered.

It's almost like thousands of ducks have been raiding here.

Sheets, books, all kinds of trinkets, and photos fell from the bedside table and shelves, clothes and sheets were piled up on the floor and crumpled, and the dark red flannel curtains were also torn from the top of the four hanging posts, half hanging beside the bed.

McGuffin couldn't believe that two big sniffers could have such destructive power, they almost blow up the dormitory room.

Well, there's also Scabbers, a Peter Pettigrew-turned-mouse...

But looking at this guy who is still being chased by two little guys to heaven and earth, it seems unlikely that he did it.

Having said that, this guy, Peter Pettigrew is really a king of perseverance!
The model worker didn't say anything!Do what you do and love what you do, and never make a mistake.

It is simply the handle in the mouse film and television circle.

In the past few years, he has perfectly played the image of a fat mouse waiting to die in front of the Weasley family.

At this time, he was actually able to hold back his hands, perfectly playing the image of a victimized mouse.

"Spotted!"

At this time, the two little guys finally held down the fat mouse. They had three legs and twelve legs, kicking around and 'punching'.

Squeaking and screaming, resounding throughout the dormitory.

——The fight was so intense!
The few people watching this scene didn't know what to do.

"Scabbets!" Ron yelled again, and Hermione went up to separate them.

"McGuffin, mind your sniff!"

Ron said that he tried his best to appease Scabbers who was struggling frantically, but when he turned around, he saw MacGuffin standing beside him, looking at this scene thoughtfully.

"Ron, let him go... no, let him go." McGuffin almost slipped his tongue, he wanted Ron to let go of Scabbers, and then he and a few people who followed to see the excitement came to Ron.

"What..." Ron turned depressed into a daze.

Ron sometimes wondered what was going on in his friend McGuffin's head?
At this time, Hermione's tried and tested methods on the other side all failed - she held a gold gallon in front of the two snuffers, but failed to reassure Gallon and Sickle again.

Ron subconsciously released his hand, took two steps back, and Banban jumped out of his hand in an instant, heading straight to the miniature house of the two little guys, Garen and Xi Ke.

And conveniently closed the small door.

It seems that this is not the first time this has been done.

However, the two little guys, Garen and Sike, looked up and fell directly into the basket next to Ron like a 360-degree fancy diving. It was full of someone's dirty clothes, and only two fleshy calves were left outside, kicking and kicking.

Screaming, struggling to escape from inside.

"...It's so stupid!" McGuffin hurried over to rescue the little ones from the pile of smelly socks, shorts, pajamas and other clothes, dumbfounded.

After waking up, Gallon and Xi Ke saw their nominal 'servant' approaching, and immediately jumped in front of the little house, screaming and jumping, as if they were suing, very annoyed.

The two little guys saw from the window that their house was occupied by that nasty fat mouse again, and hurriedly wanted to open the door and rush in.

"Ron, don't stay still, quickly pull Banban out, or it will be another rat fight!"

When Ron heard McGuffin's shout, he came to him from inside, and went deep into it to pull out his trembling Scabbers.

"Scabbet is shaking all the time. Today he's a little weird. I've never seen him like this. What on earth scared him..." Ron complained to Scabber, and put him under his bed, which made the guy calm down a little, and stopped running into Sniff's house.

Speaking unintentionally, but sounding intentional, a thought appeared in McGuffin's heart that made him palpitate.

"Look at the way Peter Pettigrew looks scared by something...or someone"

"...a person he has known for a long time, and is very afraid of..."

……

The thoughts in his head made McGuffin feel more and more powerless, and this powerless rage and fear made him feel terrible.

When he was in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class the next day, McGuffin simply dropped out of school.

It's a pity that now he not only can't provoke, but also can't hide.

The untriggered blood curse clearly hanging on the system let him know that even if he was expelled from Hogwarts, he would not be able to escape, unless he could use talent points to eliminate this thing first.

"Mc-McGuffin, who was bitten by a werewolf-everyone...is there any cure-how-to!" Quirrell asked McGuffin again.

This made Ron feel a little strange. After McGuffin finished answering the question and was awarded 5 points by Professor Quirrell to Hogwarts, he asked, "McGuffin, why does Professor Quirrell always pay special attention to you? He always picks you to answer questions... Could it be that something happened between you and Professor Quirrell during the closed period of the Forbidden Forest?"

"If only something happened?" McGuffin replied impatiently, his face hardened.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but when McGuffin turned around to reveal the back of his head, he always felt a chill down his back, as if he was being stared at by something and became a fish on a sticky board.

He knew it was not his illusion.

—Voldemort was probably looking at himself through the big purple scarf.

"No, I can't bear it anymore, who knows what this guy is planning for me?"

"Anyway, I can't find out what the blood curse is. How about a gamble?"

"—Let Harry slap the guy in the face first, and make him half-crippled or half-dead."

"...Then slowly figure out a way to complete the task, gather enough talent points, and then remove the blood curse."

McGuffin was running [Occlumency] with all his strength in his head, and amidst this withdrawn sense of calm, he decided to start taking a gamble.

——Be the first to strike first!You must start first, and you can't let Quirrell react.

"However, how can I make Harry confuse this guy...Of course, I must take myself out, otherwise I can't explain to Dumbledore how I know all this-why did he let Harry and Quirrell directly touch?"

Seeing McGuffin's stinky face, Ron stopped asking questions, and instead talked to Harry on the other side about Snape being the referee.

He and Hermione tried their best to dissuade Harry from participating in the next Quidditch, lest Snape curse him again.

When get out of class was over at last,
"At this time, there is no second big dung that can attack him who is a referee on a broomstick..." Ron persuaded earnestly.

"Ron, it's not that you think about it... If we win Slytherin again, it will prove that we won them in a fair way... and we can completely wipe out the smug smiles on Snape's faces..." Harry said.

Still ended the topic with a sentence from the little expert Hermione, "As long as we don't clear you from the Quidditch pitch."

……

As the game time approached, Harry became more and more busy.Either on the Quidditch pitch, or... on the way to meet Snape.

That's right, it seemed that Snape had also discovered something, no matter when, as long as it wasn't in class or in public, Harry could always meet Snape.

So, for safety, McGuffin followed Harry, even if he had to suffer Snape's sneer, it was better than being do something by some bald man.

Compared to Harry's pain, McGuffin still wanted to sing a song in his heart at this time, but he didn't expect to have a free bodyguard now.

However, we still need to find a way to solve this problem once and for all.

"Does this work for you? Can't you check the goods first?" McGuffin was doing an underground deal with the twin brothers in a deserted corner of the Gryffindor lounge.

What he is holding in his hand is a button-sized round metal piece, engraved with complicated magic patterns, and from time to time, a dim golden light flashes across the rough surface like sandpaper. From the outside, it looks like two metal pieces are glued together, and can be broken apart by hand.

"McGuffin...don't you believe in the credibility of the two of us?" George said, patting his chest.

"Just think about it... the powerful big dung egg we gave you last time wasn't..." Fred also added from the side.

Before the words fell, the expressions of the other two changed.

"Fred, is it possible that you haven't dealt with the remaining powerful dung eggs?... Isn't the lesson from the Forbidden Forest last time not enough?..." George complained from the side, speaking out the voice of McGuffin.

"That's too wasteful..." Fred Nannan whispered.

"Ferre-de!"

After denouncing Fred, George continued to introduce the product to McGuffin.

"This is a product that has now been banned from Joko Joke Shop..."

"It's out of print..." Fred said.

"—Couple Badge" The two said in unison, and placed the thing in front of McGuffin.

"Of course it's not that simple, as long as you separate the two button-sized badges and stick them to any two..." Fred sat and gestured, without actually breaking the thing apart.

"I want revenge, I want to play tricks on people's backs, feet, legs, and schoolbags...as long as it's in the hands of the two of them, touching, holding things at the time...and then wait until they touch each other within five meters of each other..."

"Boom!..." Fred clasped his palms together and made a gesture with voices in his mouth, showing the effect of this gadget.

"This is true love!...the two of them stick together tightly like lovers, embrace each other, and never separate..." George continued to fight his chicken blood, saying 'affectionately'.

"Of course what the advertisement says. It's actually just two people sticking together. Of course, the most ridiculous thing about this is that their heads will be close together. If they face each other, they will even face each other. Think about how ridiculous it is." Fred was spitting and talking, his face full of excitement.

"It's just that there is a shortcoming that can be removed by casting a spell, so if you want to play tricks on others, you'd better choose a place where everyone can see it in public..."

"However, once the two meet within five meters, there is no time to react. The two of them will stick together... Although McGuffin doesn't know who you want to take revenge on? But this thing is indeed the best choice..."

"It was popular at Hogwarts two years ago..."

"It's just such a good thing, and then Zuko didn't know why he didn't produce it... What a pity!"

The twin brothers closed their eyes as if reminiscing about the past.

"The effect is really that good?... I can't even try it. How can I know if this thing will be successful? Is it not broken?" McGuffin put his 'couple badge' in front of his eyes and observed carefully, and asked the two of them again.

Can't help but be careless, this may be his only chance to deal with Quirrell now.

If he couldn't take advantage of this guy's inattention and make Harry slap this guy in the face, and arouse his vigilance, he would never have such a good chance again. He had to succeed once.

But according to the twins, as long as the two badges are disassembled, the magic joke toy is activated, and it must be attached to the target person as soon as possible, and it is impossible to confirm whether it is useful or not.

Moreover, it is said that this badge has been bought for almost a year. Who knows if there is a shelf life. Sometimes things in the wizarding world are less durable than Muggle supplies. At least ordinary items will not lose their effectiveness because the magic power attached to them is exhausted.

"McGuffin, I can't give you a cheap one. Ask around, this kind of magic joke...we still keep the toy as a souvenir. Now Hogwarts still has this kind of thing, anyway, it doesn't matter whether it is useful or not, we only have this one now. If you don't want it, we plan to study it and see if we can make some by ourselves..." George explained to McGuffin, and he planned to take back the 'couple badge'.

"Okay!...I bought it, how much is it?" McGuffin bit his teeth and paid for it.

McGuffin thought about it, and there was nothing he could do.

He knew that he was going to make Harry confuse Quirrell, and he had to remove himself from this matter, at least on the surface, so that others would have nothing to say.

You can't cast the Imperius Curse, give Harry the Manipulation Curse and let him pounce on Quirrell's face with a tiger!

How did he explain to others why he made Harry confuse Quirrell, why he knew that Quirrell was a dark wizard, and even possessed by Voldemort?
How does this make him answer?

And now relying on the joke prop 'Couple Badge' to bring Harry and Quirrell together... Even if the twins confessed themselves, he could say that he wanted to make a joke, but he accidentally stuck it on Professor Quirrell.

……

Convex (fuck dish)
Accidents still happen...

The corners of McGuffin's eyes twitched, and the entire eyeballs popped out of their sockets.

He watched as Snape held half of the couple's badge in his hand, and Quirrell, who was wearing the other half, was getting close.

MacGuffin is full of question marks? ?
"It's clear that the plan is executed seamlessly, so where is the problem?"

——What is going on here?

Fuck!Fuck!fuck...

McGuffin kept echoing this broad and profound vocabulary to describe his current mood.

——Quirrell and Snape will hit the heart in a while.

"No, I have to find a way to get through this crisis!"

　I'll change it tomorrow, I'm really sorry everyone.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)