[HP] Disappearing Cat Raccoon - Chapter 29

I was a little slow going back, but still in time for my favorite syrupy fruit **** segment. As for what happened, I think as long as I explain it, everyone can understand why my face turned pale and the whole person looked bad.

“what!!!”

“This is literally the biggest joke of Halloween!”

“This is literally the biggest scandal ever at Hogwarts!”

The sound of Hufflepuff’s burst made everyone look over in an instant. I stared at this group of pig teammates, and I can’t wait to lift the table and kill them!

“Family ugliness can’t be made public, don’t you understand!”

“No, no, that’s too shocking.”

Linda cut the steak in her hands with a dazed face: “You might as well tell me that Cedric is in love with Oliver Wood!”

“…”

I looked at Cedric’s dark face, coughed and gave him a reassuring look: “I know you’re straight darling, and Linda, you didn’t know Cedric was after Ravenk. Lao Zhang!”

“I know, but I think the analogy can give a sense of how horrific Mr Ronnie’s actions are.”

“Shut up Linda Dallas!”

Of course, this kind of thing is a domestic scandal. When I was going to go to Hermione to give her a little preparation, I saw Ron holding his rat and Hermione in a World War III-level quarrel.

“Keep your cat away from Hermione Granger! That’s my rat, keep it away from him!”

“You yell at Crookshanks from the far east when he’s west of the common room, Ronald Weasley, you’re the one with the problem!”

“Cats eat mice! I’ve never seen a cat that doesn’t eat mice! Oh my Scabbers, he’s shaking with fear!”

I looked at Harry, who fled in embarrassment. To be honest, I heard the voices of two people as soon as the Fat Lady moved forward.

I sighed: “Are they still making trouble?”

“No.”

Harry was also full of resentment, and if he was really on either side, he was on Hermione’s side. After chasing Crookshanks twice, he was scolded and never chased again. Instead, Ron always found an opportunity to make trouble once, which really annoyed him.

“If Ron is worried about his rat, why don’t you just go to the medical wing and see Madam Pomfrey?”

“He dare not.”

“Then I’ll come.”

I rolled my eyes, what’s not to dare: “You let him take the mouse with me, Madam Pomfrey is not very busy these two days.”

“how do you know?”

“I just came from the school hospital. Alice has a cold and received a medicine.”

That’s what I said casually, but it’s definitely a good solution. Madam Pomfrey’s skills may not be that great, but I’m sure she can check out something else.

Then Ron and Hermione also came out, and the two made it clear that they just ignored each other. Harry simply stood between them and put his hands around their shoulders, but I could tell he seemed hesitant to Hermione.

Ah, is the belated gender consciousness finally awakening?

“Okay, stop arguing, Irina has a proposal, Ron, you can take your Scabbers…”

“Didn’t he dare?”

I snorted and stretched out my hand to Ron: “How about I take him to the school hospital to see?”

“But Madam Pomfrey…”

“Do not worry.”

I stretched out my hand with a smile, put my wand back on my cuff with a slight movement of my right hand, and walked over to the medical wing with the trio: “But Ron, I hope you can prepare yourself a little bit, after all, your rat… “

“I know.”

Ron’s expression was a little painful, but he forced a smile: “I’m sorry…”

“Brother, don’t be sorry to my sister, the one who is really sorry is next to you.”

Harry patted Ron on the shoulder and smiled at Hermione’s somewhat surprised eyes: “The creatures in the wizarding world are amazing, aren’t they? Professor Snape also gave a lecture about werewolves two days ago… …and Crookshanks is smart, he’s just too curious to have such long-lived mice.”

“Yes, sorry Ron, I did get a little too loud before.”

I glanced to the side and couldn’t help laughing after seeing Ron’s face blushing. The mouse in his hand was very obedient now, and it didn’t seem like there was any commotion at all.

Of course, be quiet. The low-current spell I specially developed can not kill a person by electrocution, but it is still possible to stun a mouse.

Scabbers in a paralyzed state is good for everyone, but in the end will he escape again…

I reached out and hooked the falling hair behind my ear, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw a pair of eyes in the shadows.

A dog’s eyes.

Move on like I’m not paying attention, I don’t want Black to come up now and let it all fall apart. As long as you can see Madam Pomfrey and say the mouse that “lived thirteen years”, then everything will be fine.

The full moon in October has passed. Professor Lupin should go to the medical wing for a physical examination. Next to him are Madam Pomfrey and Professor Snape. When we entered the medical wing, this A rat paralyzed by electricity…

What happens is out of my control.

I pushed open the door of the medical wing and looked at the expressions of Madam Pomfrey, Professor Lupin, and Snape. I ignored the trembling of the three little lions behind me, and nodded casually. : “Good afternoon professors, it’s Saturday and we don’t have class now. I want to ask if Mrs. Pomfrey can help look at Ron’s rat? He already treats him as a family member.”

No, why do I feel like I’ve hacked Ron? Well, let him have this attitude towards our cute Crookshanks, hum.

After that, I really want to fast-forward to experience it because I feel that both the fandom and the original paragraph have been written and rotten, but there are still things that cannot be fast-forwarded, so when the mouse becomes Peter with the paralysis debuff. ·When Pedilu, except for Ron, who was so shocked that he almost fainted and estimated that he would have a psychological shadow on mice in his life, why did everyone look at me!

Say you Snape! Don’t turn your head!

Harry glanced at me, then Snape, then Lupin, then looked down at Peter, then looked at Madam Pomfrey as if he had been slapped.

Madam Pomfrey: “Potter, are you going to let me treat you, you’re already healed, and you’re still wearing flat glasses?”

Harry: “…Sorry.”

I now find this situation embarrassingly comparable to “Ronnie getting ready for Crookshanks” when Sirius and I first met, but that description…

Allow me to say sorry solemnly, and then turn our eyes to the principal’s office.

Old Deng with a face of vicissitudes: “So?”

“No live broadcast is trouble.”

I muttered, and looked at Peter Pedirou, who twitched from time to time to make sure he wasn’t dead and continued to paralyze the debuff, and said slowly, “The Ministry of Magic won’t give in, gossip and public opinion.”

Daily Prophet, please start your show.