Witcher at Hogwarts

The little wizards who stayed at the school for Christmas also arrived one after another, and the auditorium became noisy. Ron Harry and Hermione arrived in the auditorium early to implement their plan after eating early. The second is to occupy the favorable terrain and find the closest location to the food.

Seeing Ethan sitting on the professor's chair he hadn't seen for a long time, Ron excitedly waved his new wand at Ethan, expressing that he liked Ethan's gift, and Hermione and Harry also happily ordered Ethan Nod to say hello.

The rest of the students also saw Ethan, and they looked at Ethan with admiration. After all, according to rumors, Ethan was the man who defeated three fire dragons.

"It seems that you are very popular with the students, Professor Ethan." Dumbledore smiled and approached Ethan.

Ethan hurriedly humbled himself, saying that everything was due to Dumbledore and the school, and that he only made some small contributions that were not worth mentioning. Dumbledore did not expect Ethan to say the same, and his smile suddenly condensed. on the face.

The Christmas dinner finally began, and Dumbledore led them to a few of his favourite Christmas carols, Percy unaware that Fred had enchanted the words on his prefect badge to read "Stupid". melon", and kept asking everyone what they were laughing at. Draco Malfoy, sitting at the Slytherin table, made a gruff taunt about Harry's new sweater, which Harry didn't mind. With luck, within a few hours, Malfoy will be punished.

Harry and Ron had just finished their third Christmas pudding when Hermione led them out of the Great Hall to carry out their plans for the night.

At this time, Ethan was sitting on the professor's chair and was concentrating on a piece of grilled and oily pork chops, and he didn't notice the trio sneaking out of the auditorium.

The first phase of Harry, Hermione and Ron's operation went very smoothly. After their Christmas refreshment, they sneaked into the empty hallway, waiting for Crabbe and Goyle, who were left alone at the Slytherin table, gobbling down the fourth sponge cake, which Harry had placed on the on the edge of the railing. When they saw Crabbe and Goyle walking out of the Great Hall, Harry and Ron hurriedly hid behind a suit of armor by the main entrance.

"How stupid you are!" said Ron ecstatically. He saw Crabbe happily pointing the cake to Goyle, then grabbing it in his hand. They grinned and shoved the whole cake into their big mouths. For a while, the two of them chewed greedily, their faces smug. Then, without seeing the slightest change in their expressions, they rolled back and fell to the floor.

The hardest thing to do was to hide Crabbe and Goyle in a cabinet across the hall. After a while, though, they were safe and secure between the mop and the bucket. Harry plucked the two short, stubby hairs from Goyle's forehead in a hurry, while Ron plucked out a few of Crabbe's. They also stole Crabbe and Goyle's shoes because their own shoes couldn't fit Crabbe and Goyle's big feet. Then, they hurried to the women's bathroom, still terrified by what they had just done.

Hermione was still stirring the cauldron in the small cell, and there was so much black smoke that they could barely see anything. Harry and Ron pulled their robes up over their faces and knocked softly on the door.

"Hermione?"

They heard the screeching sound of the door lock, and Hermione appeared, her face shining and anxious. Behind her, they heard the rumbling of the bubbling, syrupy decoction. Three flat-bottomed glasses have been placed on the toilet seat.

"Have you got it?" Hermione asked, holding her breath.

Harry showed her Goyle's hair.

"Very well, I stole these changes of clothes from the laundry room," Hermione said, holding up a small cloth bag, "When you become Crabbe and Goyle, you need to wear large clothes."

Harry and Ron looked at a big pot of black and sticky mud Potion Potion with some embarrassment, they really didn't want to drink this kind of thing into their mouths.

Hermione nervously took out the "Strong Potion", read the knowledge of making compound decoction carefully, and let out a sigh of relief after confirming that all steps were correct.

"It's absolutely fine. After we drink it, it can take a full hour before we become ourselves." Hermione said seriously.

"What now?" Ron asked in a low voice.

"We divide it into three cups and add the hair to it."

Hermione scooped up the glob of decoction with a long-handled spoon and poured it into each glass. Then, with trembling hands, she poured Millison's hair from the bottle into the first glass.

The decoction made a loud noise, like a pot of boiling water, and foamed vigorously. After a second, it was an unsightly yellow color.

Hermione looked at the strangely colored decoction, as if thinking of something bad, and couldn't help retching.

"Milison's hair" Ron looked at the bubbling compound decoction with a chill, thinking that he was going to drink this kind of thing soon, Ron had a faint feeling of nausea.

"Okay, now it's time to join you." Hermione's voice trembled a little, she hadn't recovered from her nausea, and now she regretted eating so much for dinner.

Harry threw Goyle's hair into the middle glass, Ron threw Crabbe's hair into the last glass ~www.novelmt.com~ Both glasses hissed and bubbling; Goyle turned a tank-like khaki, Crabbe's a dark tan.

Ron and Harry reached for their cups. "Wait a minute," Hermione said. "We'd better not all drink here. Once you're Crabbe and Goyle, it won't hold up here. Millison isn't a petite person either."

"It makes sense." Ron said, opening the door, "Let's each take a single room."

The three little wizards held their potions tremblingly, and each chose a single room and walked in.

"Are you ready?" he called.

"Ready." Ron and Hermione's voices came.

"one two Three--"

Harry pinched his nose and swallowed the decoction in two mouthfuls. It tastes like overcooked cabbage.

The transformation process was not very comfortable. Harry felt his internal organs begin to churn, as if he had just swallowed several live snakes. "What happened? Did the transformation fail?" Harry thought to himself, and suddenly, a burning sensation The sensation quickly spread from his stomach all over his body, down to his fingers and toes. Then there was a terrifying melting sensation, as if his skin was bubbling like hot wax, which made him prostrate and gasp; Harry watched as his hands started to grow. Fingers thickened, nails widened, knuckles bulging out like bolts.

His shoulders began to stretch, making him feel unbearable pain; the needle-like pain in his forehead told him that the hair was creeping toward his eyebrows; The bucket broke through the hoops; his feet were squeezed into the four-size-down shoe in agony. . . .

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