MTL - The Existence of Harry Potter-v2 Chapter 35 The mat made by the discipline is very popular!

Pure mobile phone code words, exhausted, really neglected to exercise, so slow Orz

——————————————————

Saturday, September 19, 1992.

After the last class of the day and even this week, after the Potions class, the students of the two academies could not help but relieve their burdens. They finally had one day to rest and do something they liked.

Perhaps, the Quidditch players should be excluded.

The Quidditch captains of the four academies requisitioned Sunday at the same time. Those Quidditch players who don't know whether to call it lucky or unfortunate are also feeling as complicated as Bibi Dawei Beans. The seasoned veteran, pointing his fingers against the calendar, suddenly realized that the Quidditch match was about to begin.

In fact, there is still more than a month before the start.

Compared to these people who were worried about the Quidditch training on Sunday, Asker seemed to have more weight and more time to worry about.

When Asker was roaming around Hogwarts, it was only four and a half hours before midnight. After dinner, he began to look for a suitable place to carry out his plan at Hogwarts, and in a sense, Asker really put this matter in the most important position.

"With the kitchen, then the cake is not a problem."

Asker recalled the information available in his mind, he currently needs a birthday cake, a birthday present and a secret room. The first one can already be regarded as a solution, the second one he already has a plan, but the third one, he really has no idea.

There are many rooms at Hogwarts, and there are many vacancies, but Asker's plan is at midnight. At that time, there may be uninvited guests. In this list, you should be able to find Filch, Peeves, all kinds of mother-in-law chattering ghosts with weird fetishes and... Dumbledore!

Asker has a hundred ways to get those people in front of him, but Dumbledore is the only one. He has no good way. After thinking about it, he kills Dumbledore, beats Dumbledore into dementia, and gougs out Dumbledore's eyes. These are unrealistic approaches. As long as he thought of the crooked-nosed old man peeping at him with loving eyes, and his unfathomable smile that seemed to understand everything, Asker had the urge to blow up Hogwarts with black magic items.

"calm down!"

Asker patted his face, he looked left and right, and he didn't know when, he had already made a full circle in Hogwarts Castle. Now, he is back where he started, the entrance to the auditorium on the first floor.

Nothing is accomplished...

Asker sighed and walked towards the kitchen. If he really couldn't handle the third condition, then he could only lower the standard and leave a trace of regret.

Walking up to a picture of a silver bowl full of fruit, Asker scratched the pear, which laughed at the itch, then turned into a big green handle, grabbed it and pulled the door open, inside was The kitchen, where a group of house-elves work and rest.

Asking looked at the pear that had been restored to its original state, and he was very puzzled. What kind of brain hole did the person who set up this mechanism come up with to think of scratching the pear, especially the pear on a painting to open the door? What about this setting? Also, I heard that the twin brothers of Gryffindor frequent this place, how did they discover this mechanism? Could it be that they scratched all the portraits at Hogwarts?

The majestic figure of Madam Fatty flashed through Asker's mind, and he couldn't help but shiver, and a layer of goosebumps appeared on his body.

Seriously think about it!

Opening the door, the house-elves inside collectively saluted Asker, and the noisy kitchen suddenly became quiet.

Being stared at by so many things that are not human, even Ask is a little uncomfortable. All these house-elves are the best among the strange-looking house-elves. Considering that they have not left the kitchen of Hogwarts for a thousand years, they are all in this acre of land when they fall in love and find their wives to marry and have children. The advantages and disadvantages of consanguineous marriage have been reflected in these non-human things.

In other words, if the house elves are to be divided into classes, then the Hogwarts group is obviously pure blood nobles!

When I finally knew the truth, my tears flowed down...

So, **** the pure blood nobles!

Asker didn't think so deeply, because he was blind to these house-elves who looked almost the same, so he could only pick one and ask, "Is my cake ready?"

This little thing was wearing a tea towel with the Hogwarts crest printed on it, sitting closest to the entrance, hearing Asker's question, it quickly stood up, smiled, bowed, and curtseyed.

"It's a little bit closer, you just need to wait a little longer."

"Not yet?"

Asker is not in a good mood now, and his tone is much heavier, obviously frightening the poor little guy. I saw that it grabbed a wooden board from nowhere, and its head kept hitting the wooden board like a chicken pecking rice, and soon it was bleeding.

"Damn Turki! Damn Turki! Turki didn't finish his mission, **** Turki..."

Asker didn't seem to be able to bear it. He crouched down and stretched out his hand to pull up the house-elf called Teki, but the creature seemed to be determined to hit the wooden board and die.

"Che, you forced me."

Asker spat, and it happened to spit on Teqi's forehead, which was very conspicuous. I saw Ask making a casual move at the tableware hanging on the wall, and a sharp silver knife flew into his hand.

"Clang clang~"

Ask threw the knife on the ground, looked down at Teqi condescendingly, sighed, and said, "Ah, seeing how determined you are to beg for death, I won't stop you, so I will fulfill you. It's a pity, you This method of suicide is too painful and inefficient, everyone is in a hurry, why don't you use this knife to slash your neck, there is no pain, and the knife will go to the sky, how about it?"

Asker could swear that after he said these words, Teqi paused for a moment, and forgot to say those remorseful words. It kept its head down and couldn't see its expression, but what do you think, what it wants to say most now is that sentence--

Damn, this script is wrong!

After a while, Turki continued to bang his head against the plank, as if he hadn't heard Asker's words. When Ask was about to say something, he only heard a scream from Teqi. It slammed into the board and folded the board in two. It didn't lift its head again, and lay there, bleeding blood. All over the place, as if dead.

"I'll wipe, this thing is really smart!"

"Nima, I'm so witty!"

One person and one little elf thought in their hearts at the same time, these two guys who don't know how to complain should be the scum of their respective races.

Probably right after Turki was killed, no, not long after he pretended to be dead, eight house-elves came together carrying a cake with a diameter of more than one meter.

"Haha, it's surprisingly good."

Asker laughed, very satisfied, and all the house elves breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

"What should I say?"

Asker rubbed his hands together, as if he was a little embarrassed. Under his feet, Teki was "dead" and couldn't rest his eyes.＠(￣-￣)＠, why didn't you guys bring them out earlier!

"thanks!"

Asker bowed seriously, and then he slammed a floating spell on the big cake, grabbed it and ran away, and didn't forget to close the door after leaving.

"Hu~hu~hu~"

He ran to the end of the corridor in one breath, put down the big cake, and Asker sat down against the wall, panting heavily.

"Okay... It's been a long time... I haven't said... thank you to others, I'm really not... used to it."

Asker stammered to himself. The reason why he ran away was because he didn't know how to face those house elves after thanking them.

In other words, he was shy.

Looking at the big cake beside him, Ask licked his lips, his eyes became excited and burning, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned and curved into a handsome arc.

"Perfect!"

Asked excitedly wanted to shout twice, but he could only cover his mouth with his hands, trying his best to suppress it, while rolling around on the ground, only in this way could he vent some of his strong energy.

Clean clothes turned into dirty clothes, handsome little Zhengtai turned into a sloppy tramp, only the cake was spotless and motionless.

After the elimination stopped, Asker had to start to face the third problem, he needed a suitable venue, preferably even Dumbledore couldn't find it!

"Why don't you keep rolling?"

A cold voice floated over, Asker felt that the temperature nearby had dropped a lot, and when he looked up, the **** Barrow was standing near the ceiling, looking at Asker blankly.

"Yo, long time no see, Barrow!"

Asker said hello, but the response he got was: "Has your brain been smashed by a Quaffle? You were sitting next to me just after dinner."

"This is an exaggeration, a rhetorical device!" Asker explained forcefully.

"Hehe, Ask, you really look like a human." The blood man Barrow said with a sneer, "This is a personification, and it is also a rhetorical device."

"Dare to spit out my groove? I'll go to your Mahle Gobi!"

"You want to die?"

The **** Barrow instantly appeared in front of Asker, holding a silver-white knife in his hand. The knife had the same silver bloodstain on the **** Barrow's body. The cold light shimmered, and just by looking at it, there was a kind of eye piercing. The pain of a knife cut.

"Speak well when you have something to say, a gentleman does not move his mouth."

Asker laughed dryly~www.novelbuddy.com~ and tilted his head back. Just as his neck was not far from the blade, the **** Barrow's hand moved slightly, and the knife continued to stick to Asker's throat.

"I am a ghost."

"That's good, the ghost doesn't talk about it." Ask changed his mouth fluently.

"I'm not an ordinary ghost, you should know that."

"..."

A moment of silence, if it does not erupt in silence, it will perish in silence, so Asker broke out.

"NMB! If you have the ability, you can try to touch me! What's the matter, I still don't believe it, you are a ghost, if it sounds good, it is like this. If it sounds bad, it is a dead person. How dare you threaten me? Do you think I'm scared? It's your uncle! Didn't I just swear, what are you talking about? Come on, I'm standing here today, but you're touching me Give it a try, if you don't dare, you are me..."

"Zi La~"

Asker's clothes were neatly divided into two halves from the neck to the abdomen, and a red mark was printed on the skin, just dividing Asker's body in two.

"..."

"Why didn't you say it?" The **** Barrow's knife touched three inches below Asker's navel, "Go on, what am I you?"

"You are my... Ancestor!"

Asker grabbed the discipline and threw it on the ground, stomped a few times, then bent his knees and knelt on the discipline mat.

The integrity is broken...