Chapter 72 The Expanding Pumpkin, Hermione's Outbreak

Chapter 72 The Expanding Pumpkin, Hermione's Outbreak

Wayne was also a little emotional.

Before I knew it, I had been living in Hogwarts for almost two months.

Once people get busy, time passes very quickly.

The two months he spent at Hogwarts were the most fulfilling two months he had spent, and it was much more interesting than a Muggle school.

Perhaps because the holiday is coming, starting from this week, professors’ classes are more or less related to Halloween.

Transfiguration class.

Professor McGonagall gave each person a mouse and asked the little wizards to turn it into a pumpkin.

Wayne looked at his mouse, which was very wilted, and poked Ronald, who was sitting in front of him, with his wand.

"Is something wrong, Wayne?" Ronald turned back in confusion.

"I feel like this mouse of mine is not very smart. Why don't you lend me Banban?"

"Banban is a pet, not a prop." Ronald immediately became nervous: "And Banban is still in the dormitory, I didn't bring him over.

"That's it." Wayne was a little disappointed: "How about you lend it to me next time and let me rent it, one Sican for one day."

Ronald was really moved after hearing such a sky-high price.

A Si can cost one day, which is close to two Galleons a month.

This is undoubtedly a huge sum of money for him.

But after weighing his feelings for Banban, Ronald still refused with a heartbroken look on his face.

Harry asked doubtfully: "Wayne, why are you so interested in Scabbers."

Wayne said matter-of-factly: "The lifespan of mice is usually one to three years. Banban has lived for more than ten years. Of course I want to study such a long-lived mouse."

Yes.

Harry also discovered a blind spot.

Wayne didn't even mention it, but he didn't even notice it. How could Banban survive so well?

Sensing the curiosity in his friend's eyes, Ronald quickly defended: "Scabbers is the wizard's pet, how can it be the same?"

Harry shrugged: "But as you said, he is just an ordinary mouse and does not have magical animal blood."

"This." Ronald didn't know what to say.

"Perhaps Percy fed him some magic potion? You know, Scabbers used to be Percy's pet."

"Forget it, I won't force you if you don't want to." Wayne said nonchalantly: "But you can come to me if you are short of money in the future, and remember to bring your rat."

After saying that, he started playing with his wilted mouse.

...03

Herbal medicine class.

This week’s herb class isn’t held in a greenhouse.

Braving the cold wind, Professor Sprout took the little wizards to Hagrid's garden.

This is a pumpkin field. The pumpkins in the field are ready for picking. There are two or three pumpkins on each vine, and they look golden.

The little wizard's task is not only to pick pumpkins, but also to make the already big pumpkins bigger.

Professor Sprout took out bottles of potions from the big basket he brought and asked each little wizard to receive a bottle.

Then explained:

"This is a swelling potion that can change the size of pumpkins."

"It should be noted that it must be dropped in the center of the melon base so that it can expand evenly, and be sure not to drop too much."

"After adding one drop, wait until the swelling is over before adding another drop."

Professor Sprout warned: "In the last class, there was a little Gryffindor wizard who poured half a bottle of swelling potion on the pumpkin. The two little wizards were almost crushed to death. You must be careful."

There was a low laugh in the vegetable patch.

Anything in the hands of Gryffindor will always lead to strange developments, and they are used to it.

Wayne opened the bottle, put it between his nose and smelled it, his face turned a little dark.

"What's wrong?" Hannah, who was drooling over the pumpkin, noticed Wayne's change and wiped the tears from her mouth and asked.

My sister-in-law has been at Hogwarts for two months and has already gained a lot of weight.

"Nothing, I just think the potion is of good quality." Wayne forced a smile.

Can it be bad? He did this with his own hands.

He said why Snape suddenly asked him to brew a very simple swelling potion that day. He was treating him as cheap labor.

Wayne silently made another note for Snape in the notebook.

He has always exploited others, but he didn't expect to be exploited by Snape.

Sooner or later he will have to be hung up on the street lights.

As get out of class was about to end, the vegetable patch was already crowded with pumpkins. Each pumpkin was two or three times larger than before, as big as the millstone.

Although pumpkins that have been treated with swelling potion can still be eaten, the taste will be very poor and they will not be full.

Fortunately, these pumpkins are only used as Halloween decorations and will not get into the little wizard's belly.

Well, maybe Hannah can't help but try it.

Professor Sprout gave Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff five points each because no one was causing trouble in class.

That’s the power of the control group.

With the Gryffindor jade in front, it becomes a plus.

"Mr. Lawrence, please stay for a while."

Sprout called out to Wayne in the crowd.

"Professor, is something wrong?"

"Help me send these pumpkins to the storage room." With that, Sprout controlled half of the pumpkins to float.

Wayne followed suit and controlled the other half of the pumpkin without even taking out his wand.

"Perfect levitation spell, plus ten points for Hufflepuff." Professor Sprout smiled very happily, "This is for Flitwick."

Recently, Wayne has stopped answering questions in class, or even if he answers the questions, the professors will not give him extra points easily.

Because when professors see Wayne, they always feel like a graduate coming back to take first-year courses.

If you give him extra points, it will be weird.

Professor Sprout also looked for an opportunity to compensate Wayne. There was no way she couldn't control just a few pumpkins.

After putting the pumpkin in the storage room, Wayne said goodbye to his dean, had a casual lunch, and went to the Potions classroom.

The previous good mood was gone, and Snape could always pour cold water on everyone when they were happiest.

All the professors had no homework this Halloween weekend, and even Quidditch practice was stopped.

He was the only one who left three papers after class, corresponding to the main potions he had learned before.

Although Wayne didn't have to write, Snape also gave him a task, which was to ensure that all Hufflepuff wizards' papers passed perfectly.

The moment he saw him take out his wand, Snape floated away like a bat.

The last day of October is Halloween.

When I woke up early in the morning, the smell of roasting pumpkins in the corridor was stronger, and the ghosts were more active than usual.

In the Hufflepuff common room, the fat monk gave an impromptu speech, calling on the little wizards to join the church and believe in the omnipotent God. Unfortunately, no one was interested.

In Charms class, Professor Flitwick thinks they can start making objects fly.

After the students saw him flying Neville's toads around the classroom, they were quite eager to see him.

One person made a feather, and the little wizards waved their wands and muttered words.

"Wayne, what are you writing?" Hermione successfully controlled the feather to float in the air for a few seconds, then contentedly put it away and let it fall slowly.

Only then did I see that Wayne next to me was not practicing magic, but writing a letter.

"Oh, my clothes are a bit too small. I'm going to order two more sets from Tuofan Clothing Store."

"Do you need it? If you don't know your size, the store will send you a set of magic rulers to help you measure it. Just send it back with the money and tools."

The age of eleven or twelve is the age when you grow taller.

Wayne has grown three centimeters in the two months since he entered school, and the robe that fit him before is now shorter.

"I don't need it." Hermione shook her head, educating Wayne like a little housekeeper: "You have to buy a new robe in just two months, why not just order a larger number."

"It can save a lot of money."

"Sigh." Wayne finished writing the last request, put the letter back into his pocket, and shook his head regretfully.

"After all, I am so poor that I only have money, and there is no place to spend money in Hogwarts. Do you want to deprive me of even this bit of happiness?"

Hermione was momentarily speechless.

Only then did she remember Wayne's identity.

This bad guy only mentioned that his parents were dead when they first met, and didn't mention that he was a count at all!

If it were in the Muggle world, Hermione would respectfully call Wayne 'lord' when she saw him.

"Just show off." The little witch angrily ignored Wayne.

After hearing that Ronald kept chanting the wrong spell later, he reminded him a little irritably:

"Pay attention to the pause. It's Yujia——Dim, Levy——O——Sa. The word "Jia" needs to be long and clear."

After being pointed out a lot of mistakes, Ronald became angry and said: "Since you are so smart, come and try it!"

Hermione rolled up her sleeves without any politeness, revealing her white wrists, and waved them as Flitwick taught her.

"Wingardim Leviosa!"

Her feathers rose from the table, steadily and quickly, hovering four inches above Hermione's head.

"Oh, well done." Professor Flitwick was very happy: "Look, Miss Granger has succeeded, five points for Gryffindor!"

Ronald didn't say another word during the entire class.

Ronald's mood was extremely bad when Seamus lit his feathers on fire as a sign of the end of class.

"No wonder everyone can't stand her." Ronald complained to Harry, "She's a nightmare."

Harry already saw Hermione nearby from the corner of his eye, and Ronald quickly covered him:

"Don't Hermione and Wayne have a good relationship? They are both geniuses."

"There is a difference between geniuses." Ronald was still seeking death: "Wayne is more talented than Hermione, but he has never been as domineering as her."

"Look at Wayne's popularity, even Malfoy would take the initiative to say hello to him!"

"But what about Hermione? She always looks at me through her nostrils!"

Is it because you are too short?

Harry complained silently in his mind, but had given up on saving Ronald.

There is no hope, just wait to die.

But what Harry didn't expect was that Ronald continued to get out of hand and chattered on his way to death.

"No wonder I rarely see Wayne and Hermione together recently. He is always the second-year Ravenclaw next to him."

"What's your name? Qiu Zhang, right?"

"She is so gentle."

Harry subconsciously nodded in agreement. He also noticed Qiu and would always take a peek at her from time to time.

My heart skipped a beat every time.

And seeing Wayne next to Qiu, he could quickly cool down.

What does he compare to Wayne?

"The Upside Down Golden Bell!"

An angry voice reached their ears.

Ronald felt like the world was spinning, and he flew up upside down and was hung on a pillar in the courtyard.

Hermione was so angry that her hair was flying: "Ronald Weasley, is there any point in talking about others behind their backs?"

"You should really learn from your three brothers! What are the most basic manners of a person!"

After saying that, Hermione walked away angrily, and Harry was so frightened that he didn't dare to move.

He had never seen Hermione so angry as he had seen Professor McGonagall angry.

Here is the connection between the two castles

In the garden between the buildings on the side, students were coming and going, and the sudden conflict shocked everyone.

But when they saw Ronald's embarrassed appearance, many people couldn't help laughing.

"It's actually a silent spell. Isn't that first-year Granger just now?"

"It's her. What kind of spell is this? I've never seen it before."

"Today's little wizards are really awesome. There's Lawrence in the first grade, and then there's Granger."

"Would you like to go to the library together? I also want to learn this spell and have some skills."

Ronald's face was as red as a monkey's butt after being pointed at by so many people.

Harry wanted to put him down, but he couldn't touch Ronald at all and couldn't counter the curse.

Three full minutes later, after the spell expired, Ronald fell down, and Harry hurriedly held him up.

"Ronald, are you okay?"

Ronald, who had no face to see anyone, pushed Harry away and fled the garden in a panic.

Time soon came to night.

As night falls, the castle's decoration takes on a new look.

Auditorium 297 is filled with colorful Halloween items. The original starlight ceiling has been replaced with a ghostly smiling face, and thousands of bats are flying on the walls and ceiling.

There were countless dark clouds hovering over the dining table.

The brass candlesticks were also replaced with pumpkins cast with a levitating spell. Through the gouged eyes and mouths on the pumpkins, dim candlelight flickered.

Not only does it not look scary, it actually looks a little cute.

Dumbledore waved his wand radiantly, without saying a word, and the golden plate was filled with delicacies, as rich as the opening dinner.

All kinds of roast chicken, lamb chops, steaks, and pork knuckles are available.

Hufflepuff's little badgers cheered and plucked at the plate as hard as they could.

Normally, the school would not starve everyone and provide plenty of meat and vegetables, but it would never be as diverse as today.

Wayne also got a whole chicken, two large pieces of grilled ribs, and a lot of beans.

Before eating, he glanced at the long Gryffindor table and found Hermione sitting there with steak on the plate, so he paid no attention to it.

Quirrell wanted to cause trouble tonight, but it had nothing to do with Wayne, so it was just a show.

As long as Hermione wasn't in danger.

As if understanding, Hermione also raised her head and met Wayne's eyes.

The boy showed a big smile, but the little witch rolled her eyes, leaving Wayne a little confused.

How did he mess with Hermione again?

Qiu also saw Wayne at the long table next to him, smiled and raised a wine glass filled with juice, and the two congratulated each other from a distance.

Hermione was even angrier.

The knife and fork cut very hard, tearing the steak into pieces.

Harry, who was not far away, swallowed his saliva and said cautiously: "Hey, Hermione."

"what!"

"Um... have you seen Ronald?" Harry didn't find Ronald all afternoon, not even in herbal medicine class.

"How do I know where he is?" Hermione sarcastically said, "Maybe he is learning basic manners in the library."

"Ronald?" Neville, whose mouth was full of oil, heard their conversation and suddenly raised his head.

"I just saw him in the bathroom on the second floor, not long ago, but Ronald seemed to be crying and he was speaking twitchingly. Did something happen?"

"Nothing." Harry laughed dryly and made up his mind to go find his good friend after dinner.

The atmosphere in the auditorium was very harmonious, and Lao Deng's hearty laughter never stopped.

Professor Flitwick drew a bat on the wizard's hat on his head, which can also flash.

Professor Sprout also applied red camouflage to his face.

Even Professor McGonagall raised his wine glass in a rare move and asked Barbling, Professor of Ancient Runes, to drink.

The only person who spoiled the atmosphere was Snape, who was still cold-faced and not interested in Halloween at all.

It can also be said that Snape hates all holidays.

Just when everyone was immersed in the joy of the festival, the door was pushed open and Quirrell rushed into the auditorium with a look of horror on his face.