Chapter 118 Dumbledore: Ah, I'm Dead (Second Update)

Chapter 118 Dumbledore: Ah, I'm dead (Second update~)

Ron was indignant and defended himself: "George and Fred drank with you in the third grade."

"Such a big bottle!"

He opened his arms and gestured exaggeratedly.

"But they are not afraid of Percy." Harry nodded, "As long as you dare to talk back to Percy, there will be no problem."

Ron shrank his head and said nothing, his attitude said it all.

He is not as lawless as Fred and his friends.

The number of young wizards in the bar gradually increased, most of them were senior students, a pair of boys and girls.

After Harry and his friends finished drinking, they went back to the castle.

Even Ron felt that staying here was a waste of time.

It is better to go back and read.

Today's Hogwarts is a day worth celebrating for the young wizards. During the day, they went shopping in Hogsmeade, and at night, there was a Halloween dinner.

It seems to make up for the shock to the students caused by a series of events last year.

Dumbledore invited a ghost band this year, which had been playing since before the dinner began, but one can imagine the aesthetic taste of a person who only has syrup in his mind.

Neville was frowning, which reminded him of last year's Halloween.

It was very unlucky.

Harry and his friends didn't go there until dinner time.

As soon as they entered the hall, Hermione frowned and noticed the band performing happily in the corner of the hall: "Who invited this?"

She paused: "This performance style is a bit too futuristic."

"Who else can it be except Dumbledore?" Harry looked at the teacher's seat. Dumbledore was smiling the happiest, and even immersed in the music, moving his fingers lightly and beating the rhythm.

Hermione rubbed her temple painfully.

Ron muttered, "I actually think it's pretty good."

"Little Ronnie, you should clean your ears." Fred came over and heard him say this. He sighed and said earnestly, "You are so old, you should have a normal aesthetic."

Ron was very angry: "Why am I not normal."

"Normal people don't think this band is good." George nodded in agreement.

Ron looked around and raised his hand to point at Sir Nicholas: "Look, he is very happy listening to it."

"He is a ghost." Fred had no expression on his face.

Ron leaned over again and pointed at the teacher's seat.

Before he spoke, George spread his hands: "That's Professor Dumbledore, you know..."

In the eyes of many people, Dumbledore has always been a little crazy.

Ron pursed his lips and fell into self-doubt.

"Harry, I have something important to tell you!" Fred pulled Harry and sat at the long table, "Guess what we encountered in Hogsmeade?"

His face was happy and excited.

Harry guessed: "Did we meet a big customer?"

George shook his head: "Guess again."

"Have you contacted a channel dealer with stable shipments?" Harry made another guess.

Fred still shook his head: "No, no."

Harry broke the jar and threw it: "Meet a naked veela dancing on three broomsticks? If it's true, it's a pity that we left too early."

Hermione blushed and hammered her little fist on Harry's back. The snakeskin armor rebounded and made her grit her teeth.

"That sounds great." Fred's eyes flickered, and he was a little yearning. "But it's too bad that veela don't do these things."

"We met the same person we met last time!" George said directly, so that Harry wouldn't say anything shocking again, "It was when you were in your first year."

Harry was stunned, and recalled that the first time he went back to Hogsmeade, he met an adult scum who wanted to rob the little wizard.

"Is he still doing that?" Harry was a little surprised. Didn't the man have any hands?

Fred shook his head: "Of course not, he is begging in Hogsmeade now, but he recognized us."

"When we were buying materials." George lowered his voice and continued in a very serious voice, "He went to call a helper to take revenge on us."

"The situation is really dangerous!"

"We were almost robbed of all our money and materials by him."

"Guess what happened at this time?"

Harry still broke the jar and said: "A group of naked veelas..."

Fred interrupted him: "No, Harry, you can't do this, Hermione is still here."

Hermione glared at him.

"We wanted to do that, too!" George slapped the table, excited, "but it turned out to be a black dog that saved us."

"It suddenly jumped out from the corner and bit the man's hand."

"Take his wand away."

"It's really handsome."

Fred's eyes sparkled: "And it's very well-behaved. It only attacks bad people. It knows to praise when it does good things. It pulls our trouser legs and asks us to buy it food."

"Black dog?" Harry interrupted their fantasy about the black dog, "A big pure black dog?"

"Yes." George nodded, "We also wanted to take it in as a pet, but it didn't agree and ran away with the food in its mouth."

Harry sighed: "What's wrong with you Weasleys."

George and Fred were stunned.

Ron turned his head away unnaturally, picked up a lamb chop, and started to chew it.

Harry took out the Marauder's Map from the Sorting Hat, placed it on his legs, and gently tapped it: "I solemnly swear that I will not do bad things."

The map unfolded.

Dense names emerged.

But there is no word "Sirius Black", Lupine is nowhere to be found, there is no trace of him on the map, but the name of Peter Pettigrew lies quietly in his office.

"What's wrong?" Fred asked curiously.

Harry shook his head: "I see that Professor Snape and Professor Lupin haven't arrived yet, and I'm a little curious if something happened."

Fred and George were immediately excited.

They lowered their heads to explore the map, and it soon became boring: "Professor Snape is not here, and Professor Lupin is not here either. They went to Hogsmeade to fight?"

"No, Professor Snape is not that rude." George immediately retorted, "He can poison someone elegantly."

"But Professor Lupine is an excellent Defense Against the Dark Arts professor! He is not a fool like Lockhart." Fred argued with him, "He must be able to tell."

Who was better, Snape, or Lupine who could escape the disaster?

This is a question worthy of further study.

Gradually, other little lions also joined in, and the Ravenclaws at the next table couldn't help it. They came over to have a discussion. The little eagles should be more rational and think about potions, spells, and drug-taking techniques. .

Little lions are more emotional.

It all depends on the power of "I am thinking" in my mind.

There are many little lions who stand by Snape, even Lupine is also a Gryffindor, but Snape's "powerful power" has been raging for too long, and they believe in Snape's viciousness and cunning.

Harry closed the Marauder's Map and stuffed it back into the Sorting Hat.

"Is that black dog Black?" Hermione leaned her head over and asked in a low voice.

Harry nodded.

"Fortunately, Black is innocent." Hermione sighed a little, "otherwise Weasley and the others would be in trouble."

Ron gnawed on the lamb chops and leaned his head over: "Harry, tell me, Snape and Professor Lupin, if they want to fight..."

"Professor Snape." Harry said without thinking, "Uncle Lupine is very good, but he is a little worse than him."

Ron was a little disappointed, but he was firmly on the side that Lupine could win.

"Professor Lupin is not here, is he out to catch Black?" Hermione continued to lower her voice, grabbed a small piece of bread, and asked in a low voice.

Harry shook his head, thinking of the moonlight these past few nights: "No, I probably won't be able to see him during this period of time."

Hermione chewed her bread and nodded thoughtfully.

Halloween night is fun this year.

The Hufflepuffs became a little bolder, and the first and second years were transformed by the seniors, wearing all kinds of weird costumes.

There's even a ghost with a Hufflepuff on his head.

They ran to the teacher's bench, shouting trick-or-treating.

The professors were happy to give them sweets, and they were having a good time - until Dumbledore brought out a jar of cockroaches, and the little wizards immediately dispersed.

The little lions also started their performance. They skipped asking for sweets and went straight to trick-or-treating.

They bought a batch of fireworks from Fred, the kind specially made by the Weasley brothers. After they were lit, they shot into the sky and exploded with ketchup everywhere.

One shot also hit Dumbledore. He cooperated very well. He covered the place where the firework was shot, and with his tongue lying down, he "died" on the chair.

Seeing that the professors were not angry, the little badgers became bold and started doing business with the Weasley brothers.

George and Fred set up their stalls directly on the spot.

Judging from the way their chrysanthemums are blooming with laughter, there must be a good harvest tonight.

The Slytherins are like outsiders. Even if the younger wizards are a little envious, their heads are pushed back by the upperclassmen.

No envy!

The noble Slytherins don't need anything that Gryffindor gets their hands on like they do.

There was a lot of noise until almost curfew.

Professor McGonagall shooed them back to their respective common rooms.

Led by George and Fred, the little lions sang loudly all the way back, but the entrance was crowded with people and it was noisy. Percy pushed through the crowd and walked in: "What's going on? You forgot the password?"

Percy paused, waved his wand, flew out the parchment from his bag, wrote a string of words, made two copies, and flew away quickly.

Harry stood on tiptoe and took a look, his expression suddenly changed.

The entrance to the Gryffindor lounge was guarded by a portrait of the Fat Lady, but now the Fat Lady has disappeared.

The canvas was severely torn, leaving a large piece of it empty, and the torn pieces were scattered on the floor.

The guard was destroyed!

Harry grabbed the hands of Hermione and Ron, walked around the crowd and walked to the empty stands: "Cover for me."

He took out the Marauder's Map.

When the map slowly spread out, Sirius Black's name was still not on it.

"Black did it?" Hermione frowned.

Harry nodded: "It should be him. He came to see Peter. He didn't go into the lounge. He lost his temper and did something mindless again."