Hogwarts Melon Eater - Chapter 217

Anna quickly recorded the key contents of the book into the memo of the system. She was not going to take the book out. It was always uncomfortable to keep a book that might be cursed by her side, especially the book called “Hemp”. When “Melon Breeding”, the strange title will cause unnecessary misunderstandings.

“Speaking of what’s the name of this vampire lady?” George asked a dangerous question everyone wanted to know. “George, I gotta say, this vampire might still be alive,” Anna flipped through the book. After a few pages, “Look at it, don’t call her name.”

The light from the wand in Fred’s hand began to flicker, flickering on and off, and the atmosphere became more and more bizarre. Both Anna and George looked at him.

“Sorry, I’m not very proficient with this spell, it’s definitely not to add to the atmosphere…” Fred shook his wand forcefully, like shaking a TV remote control panel whose battery was about to run out, and soon the light returned to normal, “Huh. , it’s much better now.”

The eyes of the three returned to the book again, ‘…the lucky ones who read this book, if you are disappointed in your life and expect to make a change, or you are on the iron frame of burning witches and are about to usher in life. The end… If you still want to live, please call my name, offer your blood, become my believer, and the merciful I will take you out of trouble…”

‘… read the following sentence: You are the shadow of the castles on the Loire, you are the holy who holds the thread of life, you are the **** of happiness and blood above the church, blood for you, blood for you, The sublime moon goddess Diana Sangounias. …’

The library was silent. “No one of us read this… er… evil sentence just now, right?” Anna coughed. She just read the sentence in her head, afraid of saying it unconsciously, “No!” The twins shook their heads nervously.

Anna quickly closed “Muggle Breeding” and put it back in place. “I think we should go back.” The few people quickly left the forbidden area, with a hint of escape, as if a vampire was hiding behind them at any time. Be prepared to bite them on the neck—these books are kept in the forbidden area for a reason, to save the young wizard from being mentally polluted and having nightmares all night.

Poor Fred was lying on the warm four-poster bed in the dormitory, and the comfy cushions, the pillows that smelled of sunshine in the Burrow, and the warm bedding didn’t stop him from having nightmares. “Uh…what…” he murmured unconsciously, A man in a clown mask insists on calling him a witch and burning him as a heretic.

“It’s time to wash your eyes, brother…” Fred frowned. “How do you know that I’m a graceful witch? Can you teach me?” The clown in the dream put a pitchfork in Fred Red’s clothes put him on the iron frame, a pile of wood appeared out of thin air under the iron frame, and the clown threw a few fire gray snake eggs into the wood.

“In one minute, the snake eggs will hatch,” the clown gave a sharp laugh, “Bang! By then you’ll be as delicious as the ‘Devil’s Taste’ barbecue in Diagon Alley!”

“?” Fred scolded a swear word, and there was a dense sweat on his forehead. George, who was in the bed next to him, was woken up and turned over impatiently, “Fred, I’m going to tell mom you sleep He’s talking dirty,” he covered his ears with a pillow, not noticing Fred’s anomaly.

The Joker in the dream began to count down, and Fred began to call for help at the crowd behind the Joker who couldn’t see his face, “Merlin’s beard! Can someone save me? Mom? Dad? Headmaster Dumbledore? Batman?” Fred began to struggle. “George Weasley?! Can you tell this lunatic that I’m not a witch?”

“Ah…” George, who covered his ears with a pillow, sighed. He sat up and looked at his roommate, Lee Jordan, who was sleeping very well. Obviously, he was not disturbed by Fred’s sleep talk, and shouted with saliva. With ‘Sweet Duck Sweet Duck’.

George rolled up his sleeves and was about to slap Fred to wake him up. He hesitated for two seconds at the face that looked so similar to himself, and then heard Fred shout, “Anna! Why are you here? “

George frowned and threw himself back on the bed. Now that Anna had appeared, Fred’s nightmare should be over soon. He thought so. George covered his ears and tucked his head into the bed to isolate him well. outside interference.

The dark and warm environment quickly made George feel sleepy again. He closed his eyes and heard Fred in a daze as if he was praying.

“…I offer you my blood, my blood for you, the lofty moon goddess Diana Sangunias.”

How is that possible, George thought, he rubbed his ears and fell asleep.

The next few days were calm at Hogwarts, and that was probably the best campus life Anna could imagine. The sleepy Binns taught the history of magic, the interesting Defense Against the Dark Arts class, and the spell class, Professor Flitwick. I said earlier that I would cough when talking about the key points. After a period of teaching, everyone found that Flitwick coughed no less than ten times in a class. God, he might as well say that the whole book is the key point.

Potions class Professor Snape has been a lot more relaxed lately. The new Professor Humbe has helped him share part of the class. He now finally has time to take care of his ‘some’ messy hair, but unfortunately he does not Not going to do this.

By the way, after the Quidditch competition, the lower grade broom class finally started, and this year the class started a little later, because Professor Hooch was invited to the Ministry of Magic and Sports Division to check whether there is a problem with a broom that Nimbus is about to launch. , being entangled by the expected little wizards, Professor Huo Qi could only vaguely reveal, “This is a cross-generation broom, and the name will continue the tradition of the past. Children, I can only reveal so much, by the way. Mention, it’s really great.”

“I can’t wait!” George was very excited.

“But you’ve got a lot of money, bro,” said Fred with the dark circles under his eyes, and George glanced at him, “what’s the difference between a man living without a dream and a salted fish? Speaking of which… Fred, you really dreamed that he had become a witch?”

Aroused Anna’s curiosity, “Is this how your dark circles come from?”

“Let’s not talk about it,” Fred said in a ‘stop it’ gesture, “I’ve been dreaming about weird things lately, clowns, hunters, or whatever, they think I’m a heretic and they’re going to burn me , is it because I slept too much in Professor Binns’ class? He seems to be talking about medieval witch hunts lately…”

“Why didn’t I dream of those things?” George scratched his head. “Professor Binns was talking about witch hunts recently? I thought he was still talking about the eccentric ukulele who used a jellyfish as a hat?”

“George, that’s what Professor Binns taught two weeks ago, and, that’s the weird Uric, not a Ukulele,” Anna sneered.

The time soon came to Saturday, which was the day Anna planned to visit the lonely old man in Nurmengard. She packed up and walked out of the bedroom under Belinda’s sleepy gaze.

“Carbonated drink,” she said to the dripping stone beast on the third floor, holding the bamboo basket full of food that the house elf took.

“It’s you…” When the water dripped, he slowly moved his bulky body away to make way for the elevator space behind him, “I remember you, the girl with the cockroach who likes to ask questions.”

“Good morning, er… Mr. Dripping Stone Beast,” Anna walked to the elevator and stood up, watching the stone wall slowly closing in front of her, she heard the stone statue replying to her, “Good morning.”

Anna soon came to Dumbledore’s office, where the white-bearded old man was trying to throw a small ball over ten cylindrical pins placed not far away, looking like he was playing a game of Muggle bowling. UU reading www.uukanshu. com

“The ten-pin bowling game, do you want to try it, Anna?” Dumbledore handed the ball in his hand to Anna, Anna took it, threw it, successfully bypassed all the pins and hit the foot of the animal foot table. The table jumped up, exclaiming the Sorting Hat above it.

“Headmaster Dumbledore, I came to use Fox to go to Nurmengard to volunteer,” Anna shook the bamboo basket in her hand.

“Oh!” Dumbledore looked at the bamboo basket curiously, “What’s there to eat here?”

“Coke, bread, fresh steak,” Anna paused for a second, “and the Hogwarts specialty kipper burger.”

“Please let him have a good taste of our special burger,” Dumbledore laughed, and let Phoenix Fox, who was standing on the shelf, fly over, “Just grab Fox’s feet, and you will reach your destination soon.”

Fox flew to Anna’s shoulders, and Dumbledore told again, “Anna, come back as soon as possible, he may pull you to chat with a big smile, talk about topics that are of special interest to you, or try to reveal some old secrets to you. …that’s his way to win people over, he can easily know what you want, so be very careful.”

After listening to the experience and lessons of the past person, Anna nodded, grabbed Fox’s feet, carried a bamboo basket, turned into a flame, and disappeared into the principal’s office.

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