novelslam Chapter 291, page 290: The little wizard has been stewed into a magic potion?
Chapter 291, page 290: The little wizard has been stewed into a magic potion?
Chapter 291, page 290: The little wizard has been stewed into a magic potion?
Early morning.
The air was filled with the scent of dew and grass.
A faint light shimmered on the surface of the Black Lake.
Some magical creatures were active inside, appearing and disappearing, making it impossible to see their appearance clearly from the lake surface. In the distance, from the depths of the forbidden forest, came the calls of several special birds.
Like a phoenix?
But no one realized this.
"Good morning."
Good morning to you too... a classmate whose name I can't remember yet.
"That's because you didn't memorize them carefully. You couldn't remember any of the male classmates' names, but you could recite the names of the female classmates from other colleges by heart, right?"
"No, I can't remember the ugly ones either."
……
Sunlight streamed through the windows into Hogwarts Castle, bringing warmth and dispelling the chill, and waking the students who had no idea what had happened the night before.
The young wizards gradually woke up from their respective dormitories.
In the Gryffindor common room, boys emerged from their dormitories in twos and threes. Some of them had been playing chess all night and were yawning and rubbing their eyes, looking like pandas.
Some people are extremely neat and tidy.
It's obvious she had a good night's sleep.
The boys hurried toward the auditorium while straightening their wrinkled clothes.
The girls moved much more slowly. Some had already finished washing up and were pretending to read their textbooks while actually talking in hushed tones. Others were still agonizing over what hairstyle to get in front of the mirror.
Admiration for the opposite sex.
Within the wizarding community, it can begin to take root as early as the first year.
"Bang!"
An older witch attempted to use magic to style her hair, but because the Gryffindor students were always prone to daydreaming, her magic failed whenever her crush walked by.
She had such beautiful long, straight black hair.
It didn't just turn into an afro.
They also possessed a skin color that might not be so desirable in this castle—some people came to care, while others offered insincere comfort; the girls' struggles mostly took place in secret.
"Why don't any girls like me or peek at me?" Ron and Neville also came out of the dormitory yawning. They were the kind of people who stayed up all night to "cultivate immortality" last night.
However, it wasn't a chess game or a secret rendezvous; it was just a frightening experience from violating school rules. But it remains to be seen whether this experience will teach Ron a lesson.
As for Navee?
He has always been rather indecisive.
If his friends are all normal, he actually follows the school rules very well.
"Maybe it's because you haven't fully grown yet? Boys all have some awkward puberty phases." Neville didn't dare to tell the truth, after all, if Ron knew that he was the funniest kid among the freshmen.
Ron might just go and challenge the person who spread his "heroic deeds" to a duel. Neville doesn't want to see his good friend and his two brothers engage in a fratricidal duel.
"Just comfort me."
Ron was pleased, but he wasn't stupid; he knew his looks weren't actually that outstanding. "To be honest, I really don't know why I look different from my brothers."
He certainly didn't suspect his mother of having an affair.
It was just a simple expression of emotion.
"You haven't fully developed yet, it must be because you haven't fully developed yet..."
Neville was overthinking it, so he quickly emphasized it again. The two didn't have many friends at the academy, and after leaving the lounge, they jogged towards the auditorium.
Breakfast time.
Whoever is late gets to eat the leftovers.
Before mastering the proper way to open the Hogwarts dining hall and discovering the secret kitchen, most young wizards had to rely on their own efforts to get the food they wanted.
"mine!"
"Give this to me!"
"Damn it, it's gone again."
Yes.
Fight and seize with both hands.
The auditorium was bustling with activity.
The long table was piled high with steaming food: fragrant bacon and eggs, golden and crispy toast, bubbling pumpkin juice... and some innovative dishes based on Ian's influence.
They were all quite delicious.
The hall was full of growing children, and there was plenty of food. Ron and Neville sat at one corner of the Gryffindor table, with a mountain of food piled up in front of them.
The two of them wolfed down their food while laughing and joking, competing to see who could eat more and faster.
"I can finish this whole pancake in one bite!" Ron shouted, his mouth bulging.
"You're bragging! I bet you'll choke on a homework assignment!" Neville retorted, quickly shoveling the fork into his mouth.
Well, how should I put it?
Ron did indeed perform consistently.
"Cough cough cough~"
He choked.
His face turned extremely red.
Fortunately, this might already be the norm for him as a new student. The helpless prefect stepped in to save his lovable little brother and earnestly told Ron to eat slowly.
"I've never eaten anything this delicious at home, not because of Mom's cooking, but because you and Ginny stole it all from me!"
Ron enjoys having his brothers involved in sexual acts.
"Again!"
Ron had gotten used to it, and so had his classmates, so he no longer felt embarrassed, and his classmates no longer felt embarrassed that he had choked.
What's this called?
It's called desensitization!
Ron earned the respect of his classmates in his own way—the fact that Ron had thick phlegm stuck in his throat and couldn't swallow food was already a rumor that students from other colleges had heard.
"I won!"
Neville ignored Ron's suggestion to reopen.
"No! This round doesn't count!"
Ron quickly retorted.
Neville reluctantly agreed to restart the game.
They're all edible little ones.
They were having a great time when, towards the end of their meal, Neville suddenly noticed something he hadn't noticed before—Hermione Granger was not there.
"Strange, where's Hermione?"
Neville glanced around but still couldn't find Hermione, so he couldn't help but frown and ask.
"Oh, she must have been studying late again." Ron shrugged nonchalantly. "She'll burst into Charms class later with a bunch of her study notes."
This shows a real understanding of Hermione's behavior.
however.
"But she has never been late even once; she's more punctual than the rooster next door."
Neville muttered to himself.
"Eating breakfast isn't like going to class. Hermione is only more punctual than the Hogwarts clock when she has class," Ron said, taking a big bite of sausage.
His lips were covered in sauce.
His words made some sense to Ron.
The two continued eating, and after finishing their meal, they went to class. However, when the first-year Charms class began, Hermione still did not appear in the classroom.
The Spells class was located on the third floor of the castle.
Ron and Neville rushed into the classroom, panting, almost late. They had barely sat down when Professor Flitwick stood on a stack of books, clapping his hands with a smile.
"Alright, students, take out your wands and let's review what we learned last time." Professor Flitwick was occasionally lenient with students who arrived at the classroom right on time.
Sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating the feathers floating in mid-air—today's lesson was practicing the levitation spell represented by the "Feathered Deim Leviosa" incantation.
The students need to keep the feathers suspended stably.
Ron and Neville's progress was naturally slow.
Look around.
Neville, who was looking for an external brain to help him, was surprised to find that Hermione was not there.
"Huh? How is that possible? Hermione shouldn't miss any classes. She had a fever of over 90 degrees a few days ago, but she wasn't late for Transfiguration class."
Only after being reminded did Ron realize that something was wrong.
"No one can get a fever of over 90 degrees Celsius."
Neville frowned as well: "But this really doesn't make sense. Hermione would crawl to class even if she was sick; she doesn't even know how to spell 'absentee'!"
Both of them agreed that Hermione could not possibly miss magic lessons.
Negative thoughts are growing.
Neville, somewhat bewildered, swallowed hard.
"Maybe...she really did oversleep?"
This is a self-deceiving view of his.
The latest novel is first published here!
Because he dared not think about other possibilities.
Ron was also very hesitant.
"Impossible, absolutely impossible, perhaps..." His tone suddenly became somewhat chilling, and the obvious pause carried a sense of suspicion that made people think twice.
Neville scratched his head.
"Maybe she was put in solitary confinement by Snape? Just because she pointed out Snape's double standards in Potions class last time?" This was a reasonable guess.
"Possibly, considering how petty Snape is." Ron nodded at first, but at this point, he had already started to let his imagination run wild again.
"However, I think there is another possibility that is more likely to happen."
He lowered his voice and spoke mysteriously.
Neville was taken aback.
"You mean Hermione... was eaten by Snape!?"
Neville's face turned pale instantly.
His earnings are also considerable.
"What are you talking about! Snape is scary, but he's not that scary. Dumbledore is always here; he won't allow Snape to eat people like that."
Ron's eyes widened.
The language was extremely exaggerated.
It was the kind of exaggerated story that Snape would tell him, and that he'd throw Ron into the Black Lake tonight.
"Forehead."
Neville blinked.
Ron, who was whispering with him, took a deep breath and said in a sinister tone, "Perhaps Hermione and Snape have been eaten by the monsters in the Forbidden Forest."
Ron thought about it more and more and felt that his speculation made sense.
"You heard it last night too, didn't you? That scream, that terrifying sound." Ron still vividly remembered his experience last night, and recalling it still filled him with dread.
Neville jerked violently and nearly slid off his chair.
"Could it be..."
Neville also felt that the monster's roar was definitely not something to be trifled with; it was more terrifying than a dragon's roar, and Hermione and Snape might have already been expelled by now.
The more you think.
Neville trembled even more.
Just as Ron was about to say something...
"Mr. Longbottom! Mr. Weasley!" Professor Flitwick's shrill voice suddenly interrupted their whispers. All the young wizards in the classroom fell silent instantly.
All eyes were on them.
"Are you two planning to have a secret meeting in my class?" Professor Flitwick stood on a pile of books, hands on his hips, looking utterly speechless.
"If you two whispered any closer, you'd be kissing!" Professor Flitwick said, his eyes narrowed and his tone slightly teasing.
A burst of laughter erupted in the classroom.
Some people even whistled.
Ron and Neville separated abruptly, their faces flushed red.
"Of course not!"
Neville quickly shrank back in the opposite direction, trying to create some distance between himself and Ron. Ron did the same; after all, this was England, and being misunderstood could mean being misunderstood for life.
Ron didn't want to gamble.
Neville didn't want to either.
"Professor! We were just discussing—some things," Ron stammered, trying to defend himself. He was still hoping that one day a girl in the academy would take a liking to him.
"We're discussing where Hermione went!"
Nawi quickly added.
Upon hearing this...
Professor Flitwick raised an eyebrow: "Miss Granger? Oh, Professor McGonagall mentioned this morning that she has been assigned to assist Professor Snape in a special potion research project."
She will be temporarily absent from my class today.
The professor's words were quite ordinary.
Upon hearing this...
Ron and Neville exchanged a glance, their expressions shifting from embarrassment to shock.
"Looks like the two little boys are fighting over a girl. Alright, alright, let's continue practicing." Professor Flitwick waved his hand, turned and walked towards the podium, leaving the two boys, who were laughing, feeling increasingly awkward.
Another burst of laughter erupted in the classroom, but Ron and Neville were no longer paying attention. Only one thought remained in their minds—why did Hermione go and help Snape brew potions?
I waited until get out of class ended.
"Hermione must have been stewed into a potion by Snape!"
Ron stated his once again defying logic with unwavering certainty. He lowered his voice, his eyes gleaming with the light of "genius" reasoning.
At least that's what he himself thinks.
"..."
Neville didn't want to comment.
Although he wasn't very bright, he could still realize that Ron's speculation would be incredibly shocking even if it came from a dark wizard, let alone in Hogwarts.
"But...but Professor Flitwick said Hermione is helping Snape with potion research." Neville knew Ron liked being a hero, but he thought it was unlikely that Ron would actually become one.
First of all, Snape could not have used a junior wizard to brew potions.
however.
Such a simple principle.
Ron seemed to be possessed and couldn't understand it at all.
"Hermione might be soaking in a cauldron right now. Maybe she's not dead yet, just holding on to her last breath, waiting for us to figure everything out and save her."
Ron became more and more excited as he spoke.
"Every minute we delay, she could be boiled into a potion." Neville's legs went weak at the thought, but Ron had already charged towards the Potions classroom like a charging bull.
"I know Snape has a class soon!"
Ron peeked at the timetable of a pretty second-grade girl.
This is not.
Speak of the devil, and he appears. As they rushed breathlessly to the Potions classroom, they bumped into Snape carrying a stack of textbooks, his sallow face etched with a slightly rigid impatience.
Ron took a deep breath and stepped in front of Snape.
"Hand over Hermione!"
He tried to pull out his wand, but it fell to the ground. This startled Ron, while Snape, on the other hand, took a sudden half-step back, looking even more flustered.
"What Hermione?"
Snape's expression was incredibly strange.
His tone still carried a hint of guilt.
His eyes began to instinctively dart away.
(End of this chapter)