Hogwarts 1991

Chapter 499 This Hospital Is in Danger ([-])

"Ouch!"

Mr. Weasley was stabbed with a wand in the ass by a small guffin, and his scream broke the silence of the room.

"What's going on here?" Sirius asked hoarsely.

Harry's scalp tingled for a while, and he seemed to understand why Dumbledore had that look.

One MacGuffin Albert nearly blows up Hogwarts, so much...

Merlin!
Harry kept swallowing, and backed away again and again.

McGuffin looked at the expressions of the three people in front of him as if he had seen a ghost.

His heart sank, feeling a little uncomfortable.

Although he also knew that all this was indeed an exaggeration, but it didn't reach this point! !
McGuffin wanted to ease the atmosphere, so an awkward smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Standing up from the hospital bed, he took the wand and swept those little little Geffen jumping around to the ground one by one.

Then he said, "It's okay, these are the side effects of relieving my illness... These little guys are not harmful."

The voice just fell.

"Hi! Hi!"

Fifty or sixty little Geffen were divided into two legions, waving wands, and launched a unique mini-war on the hospital bed,... and on the ground.

The little McGuffins were bombarded and ran around, their bodies splashed and then turned into wisps of silver mist, which burrowed back into the McGuffin's head.

Then his forehead was like a waterfall, and new little Geffen kept flowing down one after another, and then continued to join the battlefield.

The number is increasing. Seeing that the battlefield of the little Geffen has submerged the feet of the three of Harry, these little things have begun to climb up the trouser legs of the three of them...

When even Mr. Weasley seemed to want to escape from here, McGuffin finally couldn't stand it anymore.

He quickly waved his wand, trying to petrify these little Griffins, or restrain them, levitate them, and trap them.

Too bad it's useless, because you can't kill a thought, or trap them.

They can only be gradually forgotten.

But Dumbledore had just reminded McGuffin that these little things symbolized his emotions and feelings, and it was better to keep them.

This also made him shrink his hands and feet, unable to use the [Forgetting Curse] to deal with these small things.

But going on like this is not an option!
McGuffin watched Harry and the others go from disbelief at the beginning to panic now, standing still very reluctantly, and ran away without turning around.

Harry and the others were about to be swallowed up by the MacGuffin army.

No, I have to find a way to control these little things!

"Ah! My glasses!"

Before McGuffin and Mr. Weasley reacted.

Harry was the first to suffer,

I don't know when, two small Guffins have climbed onto his shoulders, and while Harry was panicking to avoid the 'McGuffin War' at his feet,
The two little guys were like Tarzan... whimpering loudly, and at the same time jumped up from their shoulders to their ears, directly knocking Harry's glasses off his ears.

On the other hand, things weren't much better for Sirius and Mr. Weasley.

Blake was tripped over by some other small Guffins, laying on his back... and was tied to the ground by these little things.

I don't know how they came out... many small ropes and nails... Sirius was firmly tied to the ground.

Some small things stepped directly on his chubby face, holding a wand and sticking it; some directly used his fat belly as a trampoline, jumping around on it, anyway, it was a lot of fun.

As for Mr. Weasley...

He was constantly attacked by the lightning and flames emitted by those little things holding their wands. Although the power was not strong, it still caused him a lot of pain.

Mr. Weasley couldn't help but crackle dance, jumping around in place, running around the room, avoiding these little devils.

From time to time, he slapped the little Geffen off his body one by one.

It's just that the more they struggled, the more these little things were 'returned to their original form' and turned into silver-like memories, the more little things popped out of McGuffin's head.

And these little guys are getting more and more excited.

"Stop! Stop it!" cried the MacGuffin, trying to order the little things.

It's a pity that no one heeded the order of their creator.

Moreover, after McGuffin translated their snoring voice... it made the veins on his forehead twitch.

"MacGuffin One, silly...it doesn't deserve to be called MacGuffin Albert anymore!"

"Damn, do princes and generals care about each other? It's time for me to be born!"

"Hurrah! The red iron fist will bring down all corrupt capitalist forces!"

"..."

"What is this about!"

Many McGuffins also rushed over directly, brandishing small spells, and emitting tiny lights at the McGuffins.

"Ah, shit! Ouch!"

One side of McGuffin's face immediately 'flowered', with little bloodstains blooming.

With great difficulty, Harry snatched the tattered glasses from a large pile of small Guffins, and then saw that the McGuffins were also driven to the ground by his little clones, running around in despair.

He now finally understood why the blonde witch at the reception and those healers...why looked at them so sympathetically.

This trip to visit Mount McGuire is simply asking for a dead end.

At this moment, Sirius roared and finally broke free from the tiny ropes.

Harry saw a chubby husky pattern 'balding' on the back of his godfather's head...it was vivid...among them, five or six small Geffen dressed in unorthodox clothes were sneakily standing at the position of his neck...continuously drawing.

Well, where did Dumbledore's bald head look come from... This is completely stone hammer.

"McGuffin... looks like it's not the right day to visit you! We'll find another time."

Mr. Weasley clutched his ass, grabbed a small Guffin on his thigh, fell hard, and hurriedly pulled Black and Harry beside him to prepare to evacuate.

And it's been less than 2 minutes since they came in to visit McGuffin,
Neither party spoke more than five sentences.

Harry also nodded quickly, and if they stayed any longer, Dumbledore's fate might be a lesson for them...or worse, after all, they didn't have the magic level of Professor Dumbledore.

"Don't! Take me!"

McGuffin was in a hurry, maybe these little things had absorbed all the madness in his mind into his body.

Anyway, more and more little Geffen waved their wands, attacking him with vigor.

And whenever the McGuffin resisted...accidentally "returning to its original shape" two or three times, other little McGuffins jumped down from his forehead yelling and yelling, and then joined in the chase of the McGuffin.

Seeing that the three of Harry were about to leave him alone, he hurriedly ran from the hospital bed, trying to catch up with them.

The McGuffin was 'profusely sweating', constantly gushing, flowing, and splashing out those little devils... in a terrifying way, constantly approaching them.

All three of Mr. Weasley's faces turned blue with fright.

They screamed, turned and fled.

When McGuffin saw this situation, he didn't have to think... and knew that after the three of Harry went out, he would definitely not let himself out.

Shir!
Although it's all him, it's all McGuffin Albert... But he doesn't want to stay with these little devils at all!

"Don't! Wait for me!"

"No, McGuffin, take care of yourself...recover from your illness!!"

Mr. Weasley, Harry answered hastily, and they unscrewed the brass handle, pulled the door open, and rushed out.

Although I feel sorry for McGuffin, the three of them have decided at this moment...the room must be completely sealed off.

Then!

Snapped!
The door was firmly locked by the three of them mercilessly.

Just in case, after Mr. Weasley came out, he immediately raised his wand and cast a transfiguration spell directly at the doorknob, which made the keyhole solid. Finally, he simply ran along the edge of the door to seal it without any gaps.

In the end, the three of them confirmed several times that they had to blow up the door, otherwise those little devils and McGuffin would never come out.
Only then did the few people put their hands on their knees, relieved, and gasped for breath again and again.

There was silence in the corridor.

"You... what's going on with you?"

A familiar voice came from nearby.

Harry looked up, and it was Percy walking over.

Standing next to him was Ron... Looking at the positions where the two faced each other, Harry guessed that Ron should have just been asking Percy why he was here.

"Yeah? Why..."

The other voice was full of undisguised laughter and anticipation.

At the same time, a click sounded.

A burst of purple smoke rises and spreads in the corridor.

This is?

When Harry looked back, his face was blue, not only him, but also Mr. Weasley and Black.

At a distance of seven or eight steps, two Aurors picked up their wands and were looking at this place warily.

And in front of them was a short, fat, stocky wizard,

In this weather, he was actually wearing an exquisite wizard robe with pinstripes, a long black hood with gold and silver trim, and a dark green top hat under his arm.

His gray hair was disheveled, and he was looking here with a look of gloating...and some kind of inexplicable expectation on his face.

It was Cornelius Fudge.

Beside him is Rita Skeeter with her monstrously curly hair.

Her jeweled glasses were even more exaggerated, packed with gemstones of every color, and Harry wondered how they were able to support Rita Skeeter's big face.

Everyone, including Hermione, stared at the three of them, full of inquiry.

There was no sound in the corridor.

Well, it can't be said that there is no sound.

The door behind the three Weasleys was vibrating slightly, as if a desperate person was knocking and knocking desperately there.

"What movement!"

Hermione, who was behind Ron, noticed something, and she walked straight over and asked.

"Where's McGuffin? Didn't you visit him? Why is there such an expression?... It's like escaping from inside!"

Mr. Weasley touched his butt, where he felt that the trousers must have been burned by those little devils with their little wands.

He held his hands tightly, and in a strange posture, avoided Hermione's staring eyes with great guilt, and hurriedly argued, "It's nothing...McGuffin is still resting! We'll wait a while...or tomorrow...no, let's visit him again next week!"

"You say yes...Harry, Bu...cold!"

"That's right, that's right!"

The two nodded frantically.

"Next week? Harry, are you out of your mind? We'll have started school by then!"

Hermione stared at the three of them suspiciously, looking up and down, becoming more and more suspicious.

The lenses of Harry's glasses were shattered into several pieces, Mr. Weasley was in a strange posture, and his legs seemed to be a little limp... As for Black...

"what is that!"

Hermione hurriedly pointed to the back of Black's fat butt, where a small thing the size of a palm was hanging...

It's actually...

But before Hermione could see clearly, the three of them screamed loudly.

"Quick...quick, kill him!" Harry and Mr. Weasley rushed forward.

As for Black, he just gritted his teeth, and his limbs flew into the air... He sat on the ground fiercely with his buttocks.

--boom!

The ground in the entire corridor trembled slightly! !
hiss!
As for?
It hurts to death.

Hermione was frightened for a moment, forgetting what she was going to ask.

Black was in so much pain that he couldn't get up for a long time, but it was Harry and Mr. Weasley who pulled him up.

And Black's earth-shattering action also attracted Fudge's attention.

He directly ordered the two extremely reluctant Aurors over there to come over.

"Arthur!... Uh! Cold! What's going on here?" Fudge was a little puzzled.

He saw the chubby husky hair pattern on the back of Black's head.

"Minister... don't worry about it so much!"

"Aren't we here to see Albus Dumbledore's new hairstyle?"

"Dumbledore should be inside, right? Harry Potter!"

"Big bald head!" Rita Skeeter had a daydreaming expression on her face, "... Now the mysterious aura of great wizard created by Albus Dumbledore is going to be shattered... This is big news, we sent... Bozo... Come here quickly!"

"Bozo...have you brought a photo of your feet? Quickly take a few photos of Harry...is that okay, Minister?" Rita Skeeter said to the photographer in a domineering tone, and then turned her head and said to Fudge in a flattering manner.

Fudge looked at Black hesitantly, and nodded hesitantly.

The camera clicked back and forth, and purple smoke gushed out.

Mr. Weasley hastily covered the hole in his trousers where his butt was exposed, and hurriedly twisted out of the range of the camera.

The same goes for Blake.

Interrupted by this, Hermione couldn't ask Harry about... how the MacGuffin was doing, either.

And that little thing she just saw.

Could it be that I misunderstood it?
Hermione hesitated.

——She vaguely saw that it was a palm-sized, proportioned MacGuffin doll!
It should be wrong!
Hermione searched the ground several times, but she didn't see anything in the place where Sirius' butt fell... It was a slight silver thread.

(End of this chapter)