Hogwarts 1991

Chapter 98 Holidays
McGuffin got up from the ground, resisting the smell on his body, and slapped the dirt.

Then when he raised his head to observe the surrounding environment carefully, he found that he was actually in front of the open space next to Hagrid's hut.

The huge ax and tree stump were not far behind.

Lee Jordan came out of there wearing a dress.

"Li, what's going on here?"

McGuffin looked suspiciously at the clothes on Lee Jordan, wearing him - it was like a mouse wearing an elephant's skin, very eye-catching.

The buttons on the clothes were crooked, and there were even many places where there were no buttons at all.

The jacket is brown and black, and the pants seem to be made of some kind of animal fur. The whole body now exudes a wild and rough atmosphere

Giving McGuffin a very familiar feeling, he looked up and down Jordan's attire, and asked,

"Your clothes... seem to belong to Hagrid, how could it be..."

"...Fred and the others went there, those two little guys, Garen and Sike..."

McGuffin leaned sideways to see if there was anyone else behind.

A loud, miraculously corrupted voice came from the Forbidden Forest. It was Hagrid's voice.

"Next time, next time, let me know that the two Weasley twins entered the Forbidden Forest..."

He's coming out of it with a wizard in black robes.

McGuffin's face immediately pulled down, and he stared at the big purple scarf above the wizard's head.

Convex (fuck dish)
— Quirrell!
So did he cast that spell just now?
For some reason, McGuffin had a bad feeling in his heart.

Jordan tightened the loose buttons on his clothes, looking very flustered, he couldn't help looking at Hagrid and Quirrell, and finally looked at McGuffin with a bit of sympathy on his face,

"McGuffin, please deal with the smell on your body first... I'll go to the tree stump to see the two fainted little guys..."

"!ε=(ο｀*))) Alas! Job, you will be careful of Professor Quirrell later, he knows what you have done..."

Lee Jordan took a look at McGuffin and said something with a sigh, and fled behind the tree stump.

At this time, Hagrid and the others also came to the front of the MacGuffin - a few meters away, and stopped.

The ominous feeling in McGuffin's heart became stronger and stronger. Hagrid's originally angry face changed after seeing McGuffin, and his face showed a little embarrassment, as if he felt sorry for him.

"McGuffin, I'm going to find you a dress... the smell on your body... you can't wear it at all... you and Professor Quirrell have a good talk! 6"

As he said that, he strode quickly to his hut.

Only Quirrell and McGuffin were left with a 'safe distance' of two or three meters.

Quirrell looked at Jordan, who was peeking behind the tree stump, and beckoned to lead McGuffin into the Forbidden Forest for a conversation.

McGuffin didn't dare to be disobedient, and followed Quirrell obediently.

When he walked into the Forbidden Forest, he found that it was quite different here.

Although the Forbidden Forest is winter, it always looks quiet.

But anyway, just now when McGuffin, Fred and the others came in, they could feel some breath of life activity.

At that time, the place was still full of various sounds—small animals were running and jumping in search of food, and the snow on the treetops was shaken off; or there were one or two horrifying howls of unknown animals from afar; and owls or other flying birds flapped their wings and flew overhead.

And now, there was a faint stench in the air (Quirrell felt it very well), although the smell seemed to have been magically dissipated a lot.

But the poison of the implosion just now has spread.

Along the way, the surroundings of McGuffin and Quirrell were lifeless, and there was almost no sound of other living creatures.

There were only the two of them crunching on the snow, and the wind whistling and swirling in the deep forest.

Here—terrible silence,
MacGuffin, he could distinguish even the slightest breathing from Quirrell and himself.

— Fred, look what you've done!

Within a few dozen steps into the Forbidden Forest, Quirrell stopped, and he turned to look at McGuffin.

At this time, there was no one around, so he stopped pretending. His expression was gloomy and terrifying, and his voice was cold.

"McGuffin, do you just nod or shake your head...to answer my question?"

"Is the Quidditch match where you throw the big shit in the past..."

"Professor, I didn't throw that, didn't you pop it yourself?"

"Shut up and keep your mouth shut!"

Quirrell picked up his wand and tapped it lightly, and McGuffin's mouth opened and closed, and no sound came out.

"You just need to nod...or shake your head...Don't lie, I already know about it from Hagrid..." Quirrell said with a gloomy face. He learned the lesson from the last time he faced this little wizard, and he was determined not to listen to any words from this little guy.

McGuffin nodded dejectedly.

——Originally, Quirrell insisted on staying at Hogwarts for McGonagall's vacation, so he didn't know what he was thinking about himself.

Moreover, McGuffin is now unwilling to report Quirrell no matter what, let alone whether other professors believe it. Is there any proof that Professor Quirrell is not good for Harry and is a dark wizard?

And I have too many secrets that I don't know well, why didn't I report this professor immediately...not to mention that Dumbledore's old bee is enough for McGuffin to have a paranoid attack.

——He seriously suspected that the old fox allowed Professor Quirrell to test himself.It stands to reason that he should clearly know that Quirrell has a problem now, and Dumbledore is still relieved to let Quirrell touch himself like this.

"Could it be that this old bee also doubts himself to a certain extent,... what can he doubt?..."

——Russian dolls and lasagnas are hard to stop once you start.The more I think about it, the more messed up my mind becomes.

I had to go back to the present, and now the McGuffin felt as if he himself 'baked the oil to shine, and then filled it with dipping sauce and gave it to Quirrell', let him feast on it, he really asked for it!
"I shouldn't have agreed to come down... What treasure are you looking for... Apart from smelly leather shoes, what can there be in a pile of rubbish..."

Quirrell stared into McGuffin's eyes and continued to ask.

"Did you start to doubt me when you saw me attacking Harry at that time? And then you threw me a big shit?"

McGuffin shook his head.

"Don't lie! Hagrid told me this himself,... you threw it..."

McGuffin shook his head frantically and pointed to his mouth.

After Quirrell lifted the spell on him, he said quickly, "We saw Snape cast a spell on Harry, and thought he was trying to harm Harry..."

Before finishing speaking, McGuffin was 'muted' by Quirrell again.

Quirrell thought that this little wizard's mind was not much better than his two friends. With so many teachers present, they actually thought that Snape dared to curse Harry, and they didn't even think about whether it was logical or not.

"However, I would like to take this opportunity to punish this little guy to be locked up in the Forbidden Forest. Not only can I stay in the Forbidden Forest in the name of taking care of him, I will have enough time to look for the unicorn. I can also observe what is different about this little wizard and complete the task assigned to me by the master."

"You...every afternoon after the holiday, you have to come to the Forbidden Forest for confinement..." Quirrell snapped his fingers and lifted the spell on McGuffin.

"You can explain to that stupid guy yourself in a while... Don't make me waste my time... Do you understand?"

When McGuffin came out of the Forbidden Forest following Quirrell dejectedly,
It was found that Jordan held his index finger and middle finger together, and pressed the soft stomachs of Garen and Xi Ke in turn, and even when McGuffin ran up to him in two or three steps, this guy actually "swallowed" and kept "kissing" the two sniffing mouths.

"What are you doing here?"

"Muggles faint, don't they all do that?"

McGuffin was speechless and could only express his admiration for the gentleman's great talent.

Seeing this guy take a deep breath, he still wants to 'snap' at the two cute babies.

McGuffin hurried over, covered his mouth, and straightened him.

"Shut up! Jordan... I'd better take these two little guys to Professor Kelbotn (Protection of Fantastic Beasts) to have a look..."

"Woooo..."

Jordan struggled to break away McGuffin's hand and said, "I know, I know, you can't stay away from me, can't you smell the smell on your body... Hurry up and deal with it..."

McGuffin was driven a few meters away by this guy, staring at him with black lines all over his head.

That's when Hagrid came out of his hut, carrying 'big clothes'.

"Shrink quickly!"

And with the help of Professor Quirrell, the clothes were shrunk. At this time, McGuffin knew what happened to the clothes on Jordan.

"Give this clothes directly to the house elves at Hogwarts after you go back, otherwise it's impossible to get rid of the smell on this clothes with your own magic."

After changing his clothes, the smell on McGuffin's body subsided a lot, and he told Hagrid the news that he was imprisoned in the Forbidden Forest by Professor Quirrell.

Hagrid was a little uncomfortable. He didn't expect that Professor Quirrell, who usually looked at the students trembling, would punish McGuffin so severely.

This made him a little guilty for accidentally revealing the news, "McGuffin, this...how about telling me when you are in confinement, and I will accompany you..."

"Farewell! Hagrid, Professor Quirrell is punishing me. Wouldn't it be against his original intention to go? Besides, Professor Quirrell will be by my side... There is no great danger..."

McGuffin stopped Hagrid, because Quirrell, the grandson of the turtle, must want to take this opportunity to find unicorns in the Forbidden Forest, and even want to see why he can defeat the troll.

If Hagrid is allowed to destroy this guy's plan, who knows what kind of ideas he will come up with secretly to 'test' himself, it's safer to keep everything in the open.

Hagrid sent them back to Hogwarts with a little dismay when he saw that the MacGuffins were indeed so persistent.

"Okay, you guys go back and take a shower! This smell is really..."

……

This vigorous treasure hunting expedition ended with Fred accidentally "exploding himself" and "wiping out" everyone.

Both George and Fred were sent to the Hogwarts School Hospital, where they were treated by Mrs. Fat Ray, who was full of disgust.

They suffered from a strange aftereffect of sudden fainting caused by the sudden burst of odor - 'abnormal smell fainting syndrome'.

This is an abnormal symptom that may cause fainting on the spot as soon as one smells a pungent smell.

Undoubtedly, this symptom is very difficult. Mrs. Penrad thinks that the two of them cannot be exposed to any irritating smells, including some food, for a while.

McGuffin fell into Quirrell's "black hands". On the one hand, he acted as his "wingman" into the Forbidden Forest. On the other hand, he voluntarily became a guinea pig so that the double-leathered face could rest assured to test why he could see Voldemort and how he defeated the troll at that time.

And the two Nifflers have been cared for by the professor of the protection of magical animals, which is much better than his master's. At least they don't have to be attacked by the smell of big dung and eggs.

Speaking of big shit...

Ron's favorite place to stay after the holiday has undoubtedly changed to the school hospital.
In a small chair next to Fred and George's twins' hospital bed, he listened to Lee Jordan in front of him talk and talk about how their adventure had become the biggest (shit) joke in history because of Fred's 'accidental'.

"Fred, George, tell me that moment when all the shit explodes in your pocket... how did you feel?"

Ron, who had been pranked by the two of them since he was a child, had his chance this time.

"Mrs. Ponrad, don't you care?...Aren't we patients?" George rolled his eyes and wailed, 'I'd rather die'.

Instead, Mrs. Penrad smiled and encouraged Ron, beckoning him to continue.

She thought that the two Weasley twins who were always dying should have learned some profound lessons.

Besides, during the holiday time.

Ron and Harry were having so much fun.The dormitory is almost completely dominated by the two of them, the fireplace in the common room is about to become a barbecue station for the two of them, cotton candy, bread, mushrooms, and even some beef and pork from who knows where...

For a moment, the fireplace in the lounge was filled with the smell of burnt food.

Ron also taught Harry to start playing wizard chess.

Wizard Chess is exactly the same as Muggle Chess, it's just alive. If the user's chess skills are not good, all kinds of strange problems will break out.

In the beginning, Harry used the chess piece that Seamus had left for him, and Harry had a headache when he lost. Later, Harry simply borrowed his chess piece from McGuffin.

But he didn't know what happened to the MacGuffin chess pieces. Even though they were equipped with the magic of automatic repair, Harry was still surprised to see that the chess pieces were full of cracks. However, these chess pieces were not like Seamus' chess pieces, which were rambling about and not obeying commands. Instead, they silently obeyed Harry's orders, even if they lost, they would not make a sound of dissatisfaction.

It's just that it's a little worrying for Harry.
——Whenever one of Ron's chess pieces was killed, the corresponding magic chess piece tried almost every means to crush Ron's chess pieces.Although each chess piece has magic on it, it can repair itself after a period of time.

But Ron still felt sorry for the chess piece left by his grandfather, and refused to 'go to war' with the McGuffin chess piece.

Compared with the happy holidays of Harry and Ron, McGuffin is undoubtedly much miserable.

Not only every two or three days, there is Quilo's 'Forbidden Forest Half-Day Tour'.

And that 'blood curse' is like a ticking time bomb in McGuffin's heart now, ticking down, constantly urging McGuffin to run to the library whenever he has time, looking for relevant information.

It's a pity that he still doesn't have any information to correspond with it.

The only thing that comes close is the description of vampires, and it is said that some vampires of European or North American ethnicity can use or use blood to perform magic.

It's a pity that McGuffin clearly knows that Quirrell is not a vampire.

The only good news is that the task on the MacGuffin panel [Professor Flitwick's King's Pesticide] was completed when he returned Professor Flitwick's notebook, and [Friends of Voldemort] still needs to be defeated by a troll, so it can be completed.

(End of this chapter)