Hogwarts 1991

Chapter 83 Follow-up Development
Harry wanted to share with Hagrid the joy of his first Quidditch competition, although the match was likely to be canceled or restarted.

Ron had been trying to tell Hagrid halfway through that Snape had performed the Dark Arts on Harry's broom.

And McGuffin and Hermione are rather shy turtles, thinking that hiding here can save them from facing the storm of rumors about big dung eggs outside.

In short, several people have their own reasons to stay in Hagrid's hut.

"I'm telling you, Hagrid! Snape must have done it!"

"All three of us saw it. He stared at Harry's broom and muttered spells constantly. According to Hermione, he was giving Harry a bad spell..."

Before McGuffin and Hermione could stop him, Ron blurted out the words that had been suffocated in his heart as soon as he sat down.

"Nonsense, he's the Potions professor at Hogwarts, why did he want to harm Harry? You can't slander a professor casually." Hagrid obviously didn't see the scene just now with his own eyes, and he didn't agree with Ron's 'theory'.

When Ron wanted to argue again, McGuffin gave Hermione a wink, and the two of them served tea, and the other stuffed Hagrid's rock cake into his mouth.

The two of them were afraid that this big mouth would go on, and the 'terrorist attack' they had committed would be directly exposed to Hagrid.

Finally——temporarily covered his mouth.

Woo~woo... (What the hell are you two doing) Ron rolled his eyes, couldn't open his mouth, and spoke in a vague, um-uh-huh voice.

Harry translated beside him, "What the hell are you two doing?"

Oops, there's another errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

MacGuffin, he forgot that Harry still has this ability.

He asked suspiciously, "You can understand this too? Harry, don't you and Ron be the real CP!"

"What..." said Harry.

"Um, it's nothing!" McGuffin decided to change the subject directly, deliberately leading the topic according to Harry's thoughts, "Harry discovered something about Snape, he wanted to pass through the restricted area on the fourth floor on Halloween, a trapdoor guarded by a three-headed dog...the big dog bit his leg, we think Snape wanted to steal something guarded by the big dog."

This really attracted the attention of several people, and even Ron forgot to spit out the rock cake.

He puffed his overfilled mouth to see what Hagrid could say.

Hagrid stared at the faces of several of them, ruthlessly stroked his thick and thick black beard, and spoke in silence.

"How do you know about this? I remember that you didn't pass out because of encountering a giant monster and overcasting spells on Halloween. How can you know about the three-headed dog Luwei?"

"Lu Wei—the three-headed dog?" Harry asked eagerly, and he found a point.

"Well, I lent the three-headed dog to Dumbledore to guard—" Hagrid swallowed the rest of the sentence.

McGuffin was relieved to see the conversation shift to Hagrid and the three-headed dog.

He looked at Hagrid's room boredly, looking around, and saw a row of small umbrellas behind the door, pink, black, blue, gray... various colors.

—seriously suspect that Hagrid's wand was stuffed in the small umbrella.

"You can't get involved in this matter, it's Hogwarts top secret... this is a matter between Dumbledore and Nicole Flamel..."

As the conversation progressed, Hermione and Hagrid got into an angry argument when he accidentally revealed an important piece of news to Harry and the others, which made him even angrier.

"Anyway, Dumbledore believes in Snape, my God! Listen to what you say, he's a professor, and you can't accuse a professor of casting a jinx on Harry just by guessing,"

Hermione also got serious, she questioned Hagrid angrily, it seems that seeing Snape chanting the spell as if murdering Harry with her own eyes changed her attitude greatly.

People usually only believe what they see.

"Then why did he want to kill Harry! Did you see that?" said Hagrid.

"We saw him staring at Harry's broom and chanting a spell without blinking. I read it in a book—to cast a curse, you must stare at the target person and not look away..." Hermione said, staring at Hagrid's eyes.

"I don't know why Harry's broom behaves like that, the professors will investigate... You three, listen to me, don't get involved in things you don't understand, it's very dangerous... Besides, you don't have any evidence against Professor Snape, do you?"

Hagrid was interrupted by Hermione's wide-eyed eyes before he could finish.

"If the two of us hadn't interrupted Snape's spellcasting, Harry would have fallen off the broom today. This is the most obvious proof, what more evidence is needed..."

Hermione was out of breath and blurted out 'explode' directly.

"What!" Hagrid yanked out a handful of his beard.

"What!" The three of them also exclaimed!

Harry nearly dropped his glasses on the floor.

Ron didn't know if he really came to his senses, or he was just making fun of the two of them.

McGuffin's little heart exploded at Hermione's words.

I didn't expect it to be exposed here-the old saying is true, the blade without a 'heart' is the deadliest!
Hermione's unintentional stabbing made McGuffin vomit blood depressedly!

——Or the Old Wang next door, Hong Xing is out of the wall, and the friend's backstab is really hard to guard against!
"What? You..." Hagrid looked horrified. "What did you two do? — did you do what happened today?"

McGuffin stared into Hermione's eyes, kept shaking his head slightly at Hagrid, the meaning was self-evident-quickly deny it, how did you say it?Isn't this self-inflicted?
At this time, the most serious among them was Ron, who had a look of disbelief, as if he had been betrayed.

"You two...so it was you who interrupted Snape's spellcasting...wait a minute! Are the two big dungs ​​that exploded today the ones you bought from George Fred?...McGuffin, you and Hermione lied to us all the way, are we still friends?...Harry!"

Harry glanced at McGuffin and then at Hermione. He opened his mouth and was speechless. He didn't know whether it was because the two of them were too moved to make such a 'big event' to save him, or because they were overwhelmed by the news.

Hemp egg!

Seeing that it was impossible to hide it, McGuffin could only express remorse, and carefully quibbled, "Hagrid, we just wanted to save Harry. Didn't you see that Snape really cursed at Harry? If you saw it, you would save Harry like this... wouldn't you?"

Taking advantage of Hagrid's inattention, he kicked Hermione's heels sitting next to him, and signaled her to look pitiful and regretful with his eyes.

But Hermione bit her lip and stubbornly insisted that she was not wrong in this matter. She clearly saw Professor Snape cast a curse on Harris.

"Of course I will save Harry, but you... why did you throw a big shit at Professor Snape—isn't it really a public revenge?"

Hagrid asked with a serious expression, leaning forward, facing the two little ones.

He carefully watched the changes in the expressions on their faces.

Being stared at by such a big man of nearly 5 meters, McGuffin felt very depressed, and leaned back unavoidably, and then realized that he could not show such a guilty conscience.

"Really not, you don't know that our two wands were confiscated... When we came to the front, we found that we had no other choice. Fortunately, I brought two big dung eggs with me. In fact, we didn't throw those two big dung eggs... I originally planned to throw them in the corner to make some smell and create chaos so that Snape couldn't cast the curse. Unexpectedly, one fell next to Professor Quirrell, and then another one was thrown away. They crushed both of them..."

McGuffin gave a brief half-truth and half-hypothesis about what happened, and it seemed that Hermione and him were almost innocent in this matter, like two little white flowers.

—Pure white pure white!

Hagrid looked suspiciously at this 'crazy little wizard' who was eloquent in front of him and had a great reputation even among the Hogwarts staff.

He couldn't believe it. In contrast, he was more inclined to listen to another theory——

"Hermione, is that true?" said Hagrid.

Hermione nodded, but said nothing.

Although McGuffin omitted some key points (from her point of view, it seems that McGuffin has already prepared a big dung to deal with Slytherin), but the general situation is true, and there is no lie.

"Both big dungs ​​were crushed by members of the Slytherin Quidditch team and the professors themselves..."

It was not only strange for Hermione to say this, but also for Hagrid.

"You didn't cast the Imperius Curse or Confusion Curse on them, did you?"

Hagrid made a joke, which put the group at ease.

"I can agree, but...you can't take risks with the three-headed dog Lu Wei again!...One more thing, don't doubt Professor Snape anymore, listen to me, Harry, the matter of Nick Flamel is too dangerous, it's not a secret that a first-year wizard like you can know...Do you understand?"

……

Although after several people agreed not to explore the secrets between the three-headed dog and Snape, Hagrid promised not to tell others about it.

But McGuffin was still uneasy, thinking about what else was going on, or who would expose what the two of them did.

Ron was still bitter about the McGuffins for not telling Harry and himself about it.

Harry told a few people depressedly that he knew Nick Flamel, but he couldn't remember where he saw it.

At this time, there were no more little wizards in the Square Garden, and it seemed that most of them had already returned to Hogwarts Castle.

McGuffin felt that the professors should be investigating. If someone had covered his face with dung, he would definitely not let him go.

Comparing your heart to your heart, you can imagine what will happen to those professors who catch themselves!
——Don't be found out!
I shuddered.

He followed Harry and the others one step through the portrait passage into the common room.

As soon as they entered, they heard Harry's surprised voices.

Percy sat in the very center of the room. In front of him was a large empty table with only a long piece of blank parchment and an automatic writing quill on it.

He placed an armchair across from the table.

Surrounded by a group of young wizards watching the excitement, there was a lot of discussion.

"What the hell does that mean?" Ron asked Dean.

"Hi! It seems to be... Forget it, I don't know! Anyway, Percy got permission from some professor to interrogate us little wizards at will to find out the two 'big shots' who threw the big shit!"

In the words, Dean was full of longing and admiration for the two "braves" who threw the big dung eggs.

This made McGuffin, who pricked up his ears to eavesdrop, break into a cold sweat.

Not only was he shocked, but he was also frightened.

"It seems that I am right, these professors are mad!"

At this moment, McGuffin's head was running wildly, recalling whether he and Hermione had left any openings that could be suspected of him!
Percy's face was flushed, his chest was straightened up, and the letter 'P' on his chest was dazzled by some magic.

At this moment, he wants to fully enjoy the wonderful taste of being proud of his rights.

He stared at everyone with scorching eyes, as if that daring 'terrorist' was here.

"Neville Longbottom!"

Neville sat down on the armchair carefully.

"To...to!"

"Name?"

"Na-Wei!?" The round-faced boy's tone was full of doubts.

Everyone burst into laughter.

(McGuffin complained in his heart, 'Sure enough, sometimes rights can corrode people's IQ.')
Percyton blushed and continued to interrogate with a strong cheek, but he didn't expect to hear the voice he didn't want to hear at the moment.

"Percy, if you want to laugh us to death, congratulations, you succeeded!"

George, Fred just came back from Professor McGonagall's office and saw such a joyous scene, he felt happy immediately.

They squeezed through the crowd, came to Percy, and said to him with a playful smile.

"Didn't the two of you get called into the office by Professor McGonagall and tell who you sold it to?" Percy's face twitched, and he didn't want to pay attention to these two guys.

(Hearing this, McGuffin's heart suddenly lifted, and he suddenly remembered that almost everyone on the Quidditch team knew that he bought two big shit eggs from the two brothers.)
"Report, Mr. Prefect! We have proved ourselves innocent." The funny and loud answers of the two caused everyone to applaud and laugh.

"Yes, Mr. Prefect! We are innocent..." George looked at Percy and made a strange sound, "Of course we won't be kept for too long, but you... Tsk tsk!"

"Not even a prefect has the power to interrogate other students without the professor's permission?" Fred asked.

"Who said no, I, I..."

In order to interrogate the little wizard, Percy got Snape's permission, but he knew he couldn't speak out, otherwise he would never be able to raise his head in Gryffindor in the future.

"Go away!" said Percy at last, exasperated.

He put away the parchment and the quill that kept writing, and left in a daze.

The little wizards dispersed automatically without watching.

At the request of McGuffin, Ron asked the twins how the professors handled the incident.

"Find it out? Who did it?" Ron asked.

"Hey! What else to check! Can this kind of thing make a fuss?"

"If you were covered in dung, would you want everyone to know about it?"

The two brothers then told the four what happened in Professor McGonagall's office.

(End of this chapter)