452 Chapter 452 Scab is not Peter! (1/2)
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Water flows rushing!
After washing for ten minutes, Harry finally washed the stench off his body thoroughly.
Harry feels that he has been unfavorable recently.
Quidditch encounters a dementor; the Christmas gift firebolt is confiscated by Professor McGonagall; a person sleeps in the dormitory alone, and can be hit by Pepi Ghost's big dung egg.
What a shame!
It is not Ron who is really stuck with ominousness, but he is right?!
”Hmm!”
Harry hung his throat professionally, feeling that his throat had been opened, then turned his ears sideways, listening to the movement in the meeting room.
no one!
There must be no one, the students have all gone home, and Professor McGonagall will not come.Ron left the dormitory early in the morning and went to the library, and would not be back for a short time.
Harry held the shower with his left hand, and squeezed the soap in his hand, began to release himself secretly, screaming hard:
”Aha! I will love you when I die~!”
”Three days and three nights in the middle of the night, the kissing will not stop!
Ahhh~”
After playing the dolphin sound, Harry, who felt good about himself, practiced how to confess to the squeezed soap.
”Autumn, I have a word, I have always wanted to tell you... No, the tone is not strong enough...
Autumn, stay with me, this is my lifelong request!”
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
Harry shuddered with fright, and the soap slid to the floor.
”Is Ron you? Where have you been? You are not here in the morning. Do you want to take a shower? Let's go together!”
Harry was anxious to say anything, not knowing what he was saying, and forced to hide his embarrassment.
No one knows that he likes autumn, but he can't reveal it.
”It's me! Potter!”
boom!
There was a slipping sound, followed by a heavy knock on the floor.
Rubbing to stand up,
Step on the soap,
Slip and fall again.
Split a big fork!
There were several collisions in a row. Professor McGonagall stood at the door of the bathroom, frowning and asked: ”Potter, are you okay?”
”No...nothing...just the floor is a bit slippery.”
Five minutes later, Harry, who was bruised and swollen, finally got dressed and opened the bathroom door.
”Professor McGonagall, why are you here? Is something wrong?” Harry asked embarrassedly.
Professor McGonagall folded his thin arms around his chest, staring at Harry through his square glasses.
”Where is Mr. Weasley? I have something to do with him.”
”Oh, Ron.” Harry breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that it wasn't for himself.
”He went to the library to study early in the morning.”
Professor McGonagall nodded and said with a straight face: ”Harry, even if there is no one in the common room, control it.
Your singing is out of tune and you are almost running to Slytherin College.”
”...”
”Also, confession is a technical job, I think...” Professor McGonagall raised his eyebrows, ”Your line just now is a bit awful.
No girl will take care of you!”
Harry's face flushed.
Gone,
I am socially dead!
He has only one thing on his mind now: which building at Hogwarts is the tallest, so he can die... more thoroughly.
Professor McGonagall turned to leave and walked towards the library.
Harry stopped in place for a few seconds, followed by, trying to smash the jar, and asked Professor McGonagall a few hands... an uncomfortable way to confess.
”Professor, how is the Firebolt inspection?” Harry didn't ask directly, but curvilinearly.
”Proceed in an orderly manner, don't worry.” Professor McGonagall was serious.
”By the way, is there anything unusual in your dormitory lately?”
”Abnormal, right?” Harry thought for two seconds and shook his head.
The only abnormality is probably that his sleep quality is high.
In the past late at night:
Ron snored continuously, grinds his teeth and beat the beat; Neville's dreams exaggerated the atmosphere, and Raffles clam and croak.
Since the holiday, Neville took Raffles home, and Ron suddenly stopped snoring, and was stained with the habit of grinding his teeth.
The dormitory was suddenly quiet, and he was really uncomfortable.
”Well, be careful, Black may still sneak into the school.” Professor McGonagall confessed.
Before reaching the library, the two ran into Ron who had returned.
”Mr. Weasley, where have you been?” Professor McGonagall squinted at Ron.
”I did my homework in the library, and then I went to visit Hagrid, but he was not at home.” Ron showed a confused look.
”What's wrong? Could it be that Black is here again?” Fanshu Novel Network