Hogwarts 1991

Chapter 40

In the darkness, there was a sound outside, and the group of Slytherins did not go far.

"Malfoy, what about the reward we agreed on?" said the troll-looking senior Slytherin.

"Yeah, yeah." The others echoed.

Then there was the sound of gold coins colliding—as if someone had bumped a bag containing gold coins.

"Flint, I hope you don't reveal this matter..." Malfoss said slowly, annoying words sounded.

"Malfoy, in comparison, we hope you don't reveal our existence."

"It's easy to find you after all, isn't it?"

"Oh, after all, many, many people know that you hate those three people in the closet who spread rumors about you! Everyone here knows that you were ridden on the head by that 'Mudblood' on the train..."

"Isn't it?" said Flint, sneering at Malfoy.

"Hahaha, hahaha..." A group of people outside laughed outright.

Laughter, footsteps drifting away, and finally Malfoy left, cursing under his breath.

……

In a dark closet.

Mmmmm~ (Harry is trying to get the rag out of his mouth)

Woo-pooh!

Vomit~~Harry retched for a long time.

He struggled for a long time, and finally got the rag out of his mouth.

But because of the peristaltic squeeze of the muscles in the mouth and the tongue just now, the smell in the rag was transmitted—vomit, don’t mention it, don’t mention it.

"McGuffin! Ron!"

Harry whispered in the darkness, hoping to get out from here with only the strength of the three of him.

If he could, he really didn't want people to know that he had become what he was in front of him - tightly bound with two friends, with a disgusting smell in his mouth.

~Woo~Woo~Woooo~~(I’m here, I’m Ron, please don’t call anyone else, otherwise George and I will laugh to death)

Hearing the whining sound, Harry squirmed and found Ron's - leg.

"Is that you, Ron," he whispered.

~Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo and it’s me, McGuffin is next to me.

Harry actually understood.

--Never imagined!

McGuffin was lying beside Ron, listening to Harry's unintelligible conversation with a woo~, it never occurred to him that Harry could speak 'woo' in addition to Parseltongue.

Whoosh, Harry agreed to come down 'okay', after the collision and the subsequent howls, squirms, and gasps from both of them.

Before McGuffin could think about what Harry and Ron were doing.

vomit--

The pungent smell kept hitting McGuffin's brain from his mouth and nose, clearly reminding him of his current situation.

"Tao! Damn Malfoy, and those Slytherins, wait until I get out, ugh—"

No, I can't take it anymore.I need to get out of here quickly.

McGuffin scraped away any thoughts in his head, hoping for a spell or a way to get himself out of his current situation.

The wands are in the inner pocket of the robes, and Harry and Ron's are in their own pockets.Probably the students of Slytherin were also afraid of causing trouble, so they just tied up a few of them here, and didn't look for the wands on them.

But their hands and feet are tied, how can they get out of here.

For some reason, Hermione and Professor McGonagall came to McGuffin's mind for inspiration.

——The most important thing about magic is magic power and the determination to cast magic.

—Believe that you can cast magic.

Determine, resolve, believe, believe.

……Test!What the hell is this.

The rotten and pungent smell of the rag made McGuffin roll his eyes and feel like dying.

There is only one thought in his mind now - quickly turn this thing into something else, and those two ropes, and he has to get away from the mouth as soon as possible.

——It’s fine to become anything, hurry up.

—Hurry up, paper is fine too.

McGuffin suddenly felt a burst of heat from the magic wand in the robe pocket on his chest, and immediately—the smell in his mouth became much weaker, and the feeling in his mouth didn't feel like a rag anymore.

It is a bit hard, can bite, and absorbs the saliva in its own mouth.

At this time, the sand sculpture system also flashed information in his mind, showing a sense of existence. ,

Skills: ... Copying Curse [Entry 1/100] Transformation Curse [Entry 1/100] (It finally showed up, leaving two tear marks on McGuffin's face)
Course: ...Transformation Class Level 1 [100/[-]]

Talent points: 1 points

"There is still a Potions class short, work hard to catch up, and don't be late." McGonagall thought for a moment.

But without paying much attention to the sand sculpture system, McGuffin had to get out of this situation quickly, otherwise he would turn back to that rag after the magic power disappeared, which was really unbearable.

"Did it really become paper?"

He carefully tries to squeeze, bites, and—

Intuit, bah!
Take a big breath.

There was nothing in the mouth, and the McGuffin finally came back to life at this time.

He noticed that the rope binding his hands seemed to have changed.

Push hard to both sides.

Hey—hiss, as if the rope became paper.

McGuffin quickly took out his wand to confirm that he had really successfully cast the Transfiguration spell?

And leave quickly, rinse your mouth to get rid of this 'Old Cow B' smell.

"Fluorescent flashes!"

Waving his wand, an unbelievable scene appeared in front of McGuffin's eyes.

Although he himself was very successful in casting the Transfiguration technique, the rags and ropes turned into paper-like appearances, which was enough to prove that he had successfully performed the Transfiguration technique, and he did not cast spells or use a magic wand.

And the parchment scroll system in my mind is constantly swiping the screen.

This was usually enough for him to jump up and dance with excitement, but McGuffin didn't care about it now-because something that made his head explode instantly appeared in front of him.

Under the green fluorescent light of the wand, Harry was lying on Ron's body in a strange posture, and both of them were bound by ropes from behind to look like caterpillars.

Uh - bah! --ah!

After Harry bit the other end of the rag and pulled it out of Ron's mouth, the two saw the dumbfounded McGuffin, and shouted hurriedly one after the other.

"A MacGuffin is not what you think it is!"

"McGuffin, you misunderstood!"

McGuffin turned and looked back, only to realize that he had 'really' misunderstood.

It turned out that Harry was lying on top of Ron, and took out the rag stuffed in Ron's mouth with his mouth.

But that picture has been deeply imprinted in McGuffin's mind, and he is a little afraid to look directly at the two of them now.

Using a magic wand to untie the ropes that tied them together, Harry and McGuffin hurriedly left the cabinet, and then they separated to take action.

McGuffin went to the kitchen to find some water to rinse the mouths of several people.

Ron and Ron were in a corner of the hall on the first floor, looking for the book that fell when they were attacked.

"Malfoy actually made a sneak attack, and the senior Slytherin! Ouch—" Ron retched.

Finally, McGuffin and the two met in the hall, and the three of them chewed the mint kindly provided by the elves in the kitchen, and washed their mouths with water.

"Ha——" Ron held his hand and exhaled to his mouth. The smell was absolutely amazing—the mint smell and the stinky smell, and the combination of the fragrance and the smell became an indescribably strange smell.

Great taste!
Lethal! !
The next few people can only plan to keep silent, let's talk after finishing Snape's class.

"It's still the same - vomit!" Harry also sniffed and vomited.

"Shut up! Don't talk, don't open your mouth or you won't smell it! Go, go! We're going to be late!" MacGuffin urged.

Several people hurried to the Potions classroom.

(End of this chapter)