Hogwarts 1991

Chapter 222 Fart Fire Series
Gryffindor common room,
"So, Harry, do you also think Malfoy was responsible for the accident?"

"That's not good. Mr. Goodman's question will cause conflict between Gryffindor and Slytherin."

In Harry Ron's view, Hermione was undoubtedly a little neurotic, and she was actually worried about the split of Hogwarts school.

When did Gryffindor and Slytherin get along better?It's not bad that they didn't trip each other up.

"Leaving that aside, I always feel that something is wrong with Mr. Goodman. He is always looking... looking at the scar on my forehead with a creepy look."

"What? Harry, I thought you were used to people staring at that mark the first time," said Ron.

"It's different, he also asked me about what happened that night last term (with the Philosopher's Stone) and why Voldemort wanted to kill me 11 years ago..."

Harry felt something was wrong, which was beyond the scope of Goodman's investigation.

"McGuffin, Ron, did he ask you that too?" he asked hastily.

Ron shook his head, and Hermione looked concerned.

"It's not right, but it's a little bit understandable...Harry, maybe Mr. Goodman is also a fan of yours, just like Ginny and Colin..." Ron giggled as he spoke, he was amused by himself.

——Thinking about it this way, it is indeed possible.

Harry was dumbfounded in shock.

As for the McGuffin... he was still fiddling with the experimental prototype of his [Flying Rocket Magic Broom].

A miniature simulation device, a miniature prototype broom produced by palm-sized equal proportions, equal materials, and other technological processes.

He nodded when he heard Harry's question, and waved his hands involuntarily.

Carefully took out the bottle of [Deep Sea Cuttlefish Ink] (for fear of wasting a drop), and after some proportional dilution and preparation, McGuffin painted it on the broom and began to attach the magic spell (this is how the magic spell is preserved for the longest time).

Harry and the others were also attracted by McGuffin's movements, they stopped talking and began to stare at him closely.

After a few minutes, maybe half an hour, McGuffin finally made the miniature broom.

Slightly different from last time, the crude iron bucket device at the end of the magic broom has been removed, and replaced by several car exhaust pipes that are bundled side by side (the polished silver light shines), and there are about three or four such pipes that fit closely together, arranged up and down.

This gadget floats in mid-air, with faint blue flames emitting from its tail.

From time to time, there are subtle roaring sounds.

But it sounds very stable, and it doesn't look like the previous version was about to explode in mid-air.

——It looks completely different from those other magical alchemy creations, and has a different kind of futuristic sci-fi temperament.

"Did you make it?"

Hermione said softly.

Harry looked disbelieving.

——In addition to being relatively small, it looks quite reliable.

—It's not a MacGuffin at all.

In his impression, the broom that McGuffin made should explode, explode, explode, and explode again.

Ron let out a loud exclamation, which caught the attention of the twin brothers over there.

They were discussing how to modify the broomsticks of the Slytherin Quidditch team.

(Of course it’s just talking, even George and Fred would not do such a dishonorable thing)
When the twin brothers saw it, they ran out and pulled Oliver Wood over, along with the rest of the Gryffindor Quidditch team.

"How did it go, MacGuffin? Did it work?"

Ask three times in a row.

Wood stared at the palm-sized broomstick with excitement, his eyes sparkled like tens of millions of Galleons, making it impossible to look directly at.

He slapped McGuffin on the shoulder vigorously, with a frantic look on his face that made his scalp tingle, and he couldn't say no

"Let's try it!" MacGuffin said nervously, swallowing.

He quickly returned to his dormitory with the team (Gryffindor Quidditch players).

Hermione and Ron felt a little bad.

"McGuffin, stop, what are you doing?"

"Harry, persuade him!"

Under the booing of George and Fred, a group of Quidditch players placed Garoncik, Niffler, Scabbers, and Neville's toad Rifle on the ground as the preparatory experimenters.

"This is a sacrifice for our great cause, rest assured...we will remember the bravery of these little guys..."

Inside the words, it is revealed that these little guys will be the experimenters of the new type of flying broom.

Garen and Sick were still fighting for that gold Gallon. (Wood Oliver bribed them... for nothing, or is this guy a stealth millionaire?)

Raffle stuck out his tongue and croaked with an innocent face,
Scabbers is sleeping soundly (McGill doesn’t know if Peter Pettigrew is just pretending, or if he is really so dedicated? Or this guy really just eats and sleeps, and after sleeping and eating, he really thinks he is a mouse...)
With strong opposition from Ron and the others, Neville was about to cry, and McGuffin's persuasion proposal,...Wood took other senior Quidditch players, and used Transfiguration to transform all the walls of Harry's dormitory and the outer skin of everything into a sponge or velvet package...covering everything, even the ground.

I stepped on it one by one, and it felt soft to the touch... Now it doesn't look like it's going to be a big deal.

McGuffin's last worry is gone.
Although Wood and the others were exhausted, they were still excited and looking forward to what would happen next.

McGuffin put Gallon on the palm-sized wand, fixed it with a spell, and then let go... letting it float into the air.

"Garon! Garen! Look here!"

Over there, George Weasley was three meters ahead, using the [Levitation Charm] to levitate a silver Sickle in the air.

The gleaming silver light shook Garen's small mung bean-like eyes.

Its eyes widened and its body tensed.

--call!

A flame began to scurry across the room.

Although it rushed straight towards the silver coin at the beginning, but soon because of Garen's body swaying, the broom began to scurry around the room, turning and flying in circles all over the sky.

The faint blue tail flames drew circles in mid-air, making a roaring sound.

Bounce back and forth against soft walls.

Garen was dizzy, causing the broom to lose control even more.

McGuffin watched carefully with his wand in his hand, and if something happened, he immediately cast his wand to stop it.

But—it seems to be a success!
Previously, this broom's powerplant would explode with just a little braking to stop or slow down a turn.

Now the crazy broomsticks running around the house are all evidence that this major bug has been fixed, and it doesn't seem to slow down much.

Finally, a few people stopped Garen, who was already blinded by mosquito coils.

"Come on, try Banban!"

Ron had looked resentful just now, and now he couldn't wait to try it.

McGuffin and Wood Oliver went outside the dormitory to discuss the practical and large-scale use of this broom.

According to McGuffin's estimation... by the time of the next Quidditch match, only one such broomstick can be mounted at the fastest, and it is only for preliminary testing.

"This should be okay!"

Wood looked excited.

And in the dormitory, the second flying rocket magic broom started.

10, 9, 8...3, 2, 1.
Start the ignition!

--call!

Like a roller coaster, the cold wind blows head-on rapidly.

Pettigrew immediately woke up from his deep sleep.

Surprise!
Banban's face squinted and began to experience the feeling of speeding on this miniature broom.

While dizzy, the tongue was stretched out and trembled slightly, enjoying a supreme version of intracranial orgasm.

"What's this?"

Ron had a great time playing, but a sticky and wet feeling suddenly hung on his face.

"What...disgusting?"

"Mao!"

Most people in the dormitory started yelling.

He was not the only one who was recruited, Seamus Figani, Dean, they also had George, Fred and several members of the Quidditch team were also injured and complained loudly.

They wiped their faces with their sleeves angrily.

"Quick, stop!" Hermione glanced and found out what the truth was. She shouted loudly and took out her wand, trying to stop Scabbers from running all over the sky.

I saw its saliva constantly salivating from the tip of its tongue... the lotus roots were broken, shining brightly, and began to scatter from the broom into the dormitory bit by bit.

And it seems that Banban can no longer control the muscles near her bladder and pubic bone.

Heck, a bubble of yellow liquid, full of stench, turned in an S shape, began to be in the air, and began to sprinkle crookedly from the top of their heads.

It peed.

"Banban! Stop!"

"Ah-ah!"

Ron and the others ran around with their heads in their arms, avoiding the 'Holy Water' bestowed above.

It's a pity that no matter how fast you run, you can't avoid the rain...it's futile.

In the end, still in a hurry, several people took out their wands and finally freed the frightened and paralyzed Banban from the [Miniature Flying Rocket Magic Broom].

Their heads and clothes were already covered with spots, yellow watermarks, and their hair was wet, exuding a strong foul smell.

Even on the face... and the smell became stronger and stronger as it was applied, very 'topping'.

When McGuffin and Wood hurried over from outside when they heard the movement, everyone looked downcast and glared at Ron angrily.

"Evil! What's the smell?" Wood approached a few people to see what happened to his teammates, and was so smoked that he retreated.

"What's wrong with you guys!" McGuffin looked at the shivering Peter Pettigrew, a little puzzled.

"Don't! Don't ask!"

Everyone said it together with livid faces.

"Never ask!"

……

The Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Slytherin was postponed, after Mr. David Goodman questioned the teachers and students of the school.

And at this time, with the help of Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, and some other professors, McGuffin's initial No. 2 [Flying Rocket Magic Broom] was made into a good shape.

With the acquiescence of Dumbledore, Hogwarts School, which owns part of the patent rights, even invited the technical staff of [Global Light Wheel Flying Broom Company] to guide and help McGuffin correct the defects on the broom.

Although the old man with the gray beard looked down on the evil broom of MacGuffin, and made a lot of ridicule in the [Daily Prophet]
The second-year Hogwarts wizard, McGuffin Albert...does not know what to do to research and develop magic flying props that are not broomsticks.

The top designers at well-known Nimbus companies think it's a waste of money, . . . a lunatic design.

(McGuffin did not expect that the first time he appeared in the newspaper was for such a reason, and under the yelling of the old man, he had the title of "fart fire" researcher')
[Oracle Daily] even directly wrote this up.

"Which lunatic would let you ride a broomstick like this, no matter how fast it is...Can you imagine at the Quidditch World Finals...Both teams are looking for the Snitch with their asses on fire...Can the offense score?"

day!
Originally, McGuffin thought of an imposing title, but under the influence of the old man, he finally got a broomstick with the title of 'Fart Fire'.

Even that guy Malfoy has grown a lot more courageous. Whenever he meets McGuffin, he will yell "fart fire" and "fart fire" all day long.

That's why George and Fred are determined not to take the new flying magic broom invented by McGuffin and play in the next game.

"The Slytherin Quidditch team has the fastest broom money can buy... I must have the winning weapon!"

Wood 'brainwashed' the others hoarsely, trying to get the two brothers to ride the 'secret weapon' automatically.

"Wood, relying on equipment, winning with a broomstick is invincible..." George wanted to circle around with a playful smile on his face.

"We want to win...you guys have to find one to use...otherwise..." Wood interrupted him coldly.

He threatened the rest of the male players on the Gryffindor Quidditch team, but he never mentioned that he was riding on the broomstick invented by McGuffin. Obviously, Wood Oliver also rejected the title of "fart fire" in his heart.

Gan!
Anyway, MacGuffin his own 'fart fire'...

——Cao! (cao) 屮! (cao) 艸! (cao)

Cough!

In short, McGuffin's own [Rocket Flying Magic Broom] series, the first practical flying broomstick, was barely developed before the start of the Quidditch match.

Although turning and braking are still a bit inflexible, but at least it won't explode...

Cough!

But the straight-line speed is unmatched, surpassing any broom that exists on the market.

McGuffin can proudly say that even the top broomsticks like the rocket crossbow in the original book can only follow behind and eat farts during straight-line sprint acceleration.

In fact, it would be best to let Harry, the Seeker, use it, but he already has the slightly inferior Nimbus 2000, so he doesn't need another broom.

on the other hand,

Because of the accident that happened at Hogwarts last Halloween when all the teachers and students of the school gathered together... a terrorist attack,
In addition, [Daily Prophet] announced the appearance of the new broomstick that ridiculed McGuffin, and faced the Slytherin team with all members of Nimbus 2001...

Finally, after Goodman conducted an investigation at Hogwarts, Cornelius Fudge just happened to lead important officials from the Ministry of Magic to drop by to watch the game...

These topics... Various factors come together, Lucius Malfoy, the reporter of the Daily Prophet, and various people from the society will come to watch the game on the day.

So much so that this small Hogwarts intramural competition actually has a bit of the atmosphere of the Quidditch League One.

This caused Wood Oliver to be very nervous about any little thing.

He had always wanted to be on the Quidditch team after graduation - it had been his dream.

And this game will make Wood's dream within reach,

The night before, this unprecedented Hogwarts Quidditch match made almost all the Gryffindor students twitch inside and couldn't sleep.

The next day, the Gryffindor common room was so dull and quiet, it felt almost like a library guarded by Mrs. Pince.

Everyone was silent and waiting for the game to come.

(End of this chapter)