The commotion in Gryffindor Lounge stopped when Professor Mcgonagall appeared in her green robe.
The paintings on the wall heaved a sigh of relief when they saw Professor Mcgonagall. However, a few of the little lions were not happy. The commotion was coming to an end.
"What's going on?"
Professor Mcgonagall looked around and focused on Fred and George. Then, she shifted her gaze and looked at Charlie who was squeezing beside the twins. She adjusted her glasses and said, "Superintendent Charlie, what's going on here?"
"Uh … I think I'm no longer the superintendent, Professor Mcgonagall. But if you want to know what's going on here …" Charlie turned sideways and pointed at the painting of a beautiful woman hanging on the wall. "This painting has been making strange sounds. It seems like it's calling Nick's name. It's so noisy that we can't sleep."
Professor Mcgonagall looked at Charlie again. In her mind, the most suitable person for the position of superintendent had always been Charlie Weasley. He was popular, prestigious, had excellent grades, and had a healthy mind. However, it was a pity that Charlie rejected the position of superintendent with the excuse that 'Captain Quidditch is already very busy. If he's busy, he won't have time to interact with the dragon'.
"Where did this painting come from?
I don't remember having this painting before … "Professor Mcgonagall walked towards the painting.
At this time, the real superintendent of Gryffindor squeezed out of the crowd in his pink pajamas and attracted most of the attention.
"He's like a flamingo," George could not help but whisper to Fred. "I didn't expect Brian's pajamas to be so fancy. I guess his underwear is also pink." Both of them laughed together. "The next time he collects our dung eggs, we must paint them pink and give them to him with ribbons on our red packets …"
"Ahem," Percy in his pajamas who appeared out of nowhere coughed softly. "I advise you guys not to cause trouble. You should respect the people who hold power!"
An ugly mouse climbed onto Percy's nightcap and waved its paw, which was missing a finger, in a triumphant manner.
Fred and George rolled their eyes at the same time.
Professor Brever quickly came to Professor McGonagall's side. "Professor, this painting only appeared recently, but we all thought it was just an ordinary painting …"
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"Stop the curse!"
Professor Mcgonagall waved her magic wand and pointed it at the woman's mouth in the painting, but it didn't have any effect. Mag frowned slightly. The "universal incantation" was suitable for most spells, but it obviously didn't include making a screaming woman calm down.
The woman's voice grew louder and louder. Even those outside the resting room could hear this terrifying call.
"Wow!
What a sweet voice! "
The nearly headless Nick passed through the wall with an intoxicated expression. "Oh!"
Nick noticed that the resting room was crowded with little wizards. He was very curious. "It's already so late. Are you guys learning how to absorb moonlight?"
The woman's screaming voice stopped the moment Nick opened his mouth. It seemed that Nick was her switch.
"Sir Nicholas, I'm so glad you're back." Professor Mcgonagall put away her magic wand and turned slightly to one side. "Do you know where this painting came from?"
"Hmm?
This painting? "
Nick frowned and floated to the painting. "It was given to me by a friend who I can't remember clearly. As for which friend, I don't know. I have so many 'friends who I can't remember clearly.'"
Professor Mcgonagall thought for a moment. "Sir Nicholas, maybe this painting has some special meaning to you, but it will disturb the children's rest if it hangs here. I suggest you hang it somewhere else."
"Hmm …" Nick was a little hesitant. He really liked the painting next to his own, but he still agreed. "Of course, Professor Mcgonagall. Move it away."
Professor Mcgonagall nodded slightly, indicating for the prefect to take the painting down. Unfortunately, Briver could not move the painting even if he used all his strength.
Fred and George, on the other hand, were very happy to see the excitement. "Fierce Breaver has failed!
He lost to a painting that's stuck to the wall! "
The conflict between the Weasley twins and the prefect was not something that happened in a day or two. From the moment they took out the dung egg, they were destined to be the antagonists of the prefect.
Professor Mcgonagall frowned and looked at the prefect, Briver. She shook her head to express her disappointment, and then personally went to fight.
Surprisingly, Professor McGonagall also failed. Two or three little lions hurriedly stopped Professor McGonagall in the midst of Sir McGonagall's nervous cries to prevent her from turning the picture into a pig in a fit of anger.
"Who's prank is this?"
Professor Mcgonagall quickly calmed down and waved her robe. "They even used a 'Permanent Sticking Charm'?" She looked at the Weasley twins.
"?" George and Fred were very innocent. Merlin's big misunderstanding!
This really had nothing to do with them. "We don't know how to use a Permanent Sticking Charm!" For the first time, the two of them were glad that they did not know a magic spell.
Magic spells were not Professor Mcgonagall's expertise, so she went to invite the drunk Professor Flivy over. "What's wrong?
Burp, Professor … Burp? "
"Ahem," Professor Mcgonagall coughed softly. "Professor Flivy, please help us take down this painting that's stuck to the wall …"
"Take it down … Hmm … Did I hear you wrong?" Flivy was wearing a cute bear-eared nightcap. He confirmed again in a daze. "Take it down?
Or let it … stick to the wall? "
"The former, Professor Flivy," Professor Mcgonagall answered simply and looked at him with trust.
She was very confident in Professor Flivy. This amazing professor was strong in magic. When he was young, he was once the champion of the Hogwarts Dueling Club. After graduation, he directly became a professor of magic spells in Hogwarts. His thesis and views were published many times in famous academic journals such as' Magic Spell Innovation 'and' Magic Spell '. He was also recognized as one of the wizards who had the most in-depth research on the' Permanent Effects of Magic Spells'.
Even in a drunken state, Flivy's magic level was still very good.
But there were always special circumstances.
"The former is more secure," the red-haired troublemaker whispered in Flivy's ear. "Don't forget it, Professor Flivy …"
"Of course, don't worry," Flivy, who was in a daze, showed a 'reliable' smile. "I heard it very clearly!
I'm not … drunk … Burp — "
Professor Mcgonagall vaguely felt that something was not right, but it was too late to stop him. "Stick it to the wall forever!" Professor Flivy confidently chanted the spell.
Now, the wall of Gryffindor's lounge would forever have a painting of a shriek hanging on it. For the next ten to twenty years, it would 'kindly' look at the little lions on the wall of the lounge, witnessing the flourishing development of the magic education in England.
…
"Now, the screaming ladies like to scream in the morning, causing us to have to get up early …" George was particularly helpless when he talked about this matter. "I regret it now. I shouldn't have whispered in Professor Flick's ear."
"Hmph, you reap what you sow!"
Belinda was holding a small notebook to record the growth of the Fresh White. She looked at the leaf spots on the Fresh White and cleared her throat. "Only the stupidest Fresh White will have leaf spots!
Why can't you learn from your friend Twinkle?
Look at how strong it is! "
The leaves of the Fresh White began to tremble.
The little lion on the side shrank and asked its companion, "Running Gopher … It's so uncomfortable … What kind of herbology research topic did Fred and the others choose?"
The companion scratched his head. "It seems to be a study on whether the Fresh White that grew up in a harsh environment has a stronger healing ability than the Fresh White that grew up in a praiseworthy environment.
I remember it was this … "
Professor Sprout also praised this research topic and said that if the research of the four was of practical value, she would give a higher grade at the end of the term.
"I wonder who hung the picture in the lounge —" Fred fiddled with the watering can on the wooden table. He could not calm down for a moment. "What a genius!
This prank is worthy of 'Best of the Week'!
Isn't it?
Twinkle? "
Fred named the experiment 'Fresh White that grew up in a praiseworthy environment' 'Twinkle'. "You're awesome!" He praised the Fresh White inexplicably and flicked the leaves of the Fresh White.
"Do you know who brought the picture into the lounge?
Twinkle? "
Fred muttered to the leaves. "We have to give him the 'Best of the Prank' award."
Anna's hand that was holding the small spatula paused. "The Quidditch competition is about to start, right?
Time flies … "She began to change the topic.
"Yeah …" When it came to Quidditch, the twins who were supposed to be excited became dispirited. "Looks like we can only watch from our seats this year … I'm so envious of Harry's feat last year —"
"He even left the legend of the 'Golden Snitch'!"
George whispered. "And they also filmed the Muggle variety show with Madam Lena. Now the show has started airing — Merlin's Beard. How much fun did we miss?!"
"Is the show finished?" Anna continued the topic.
"In Ron's letter, he said that Lena has advanced, so she will continue to participate in the show. They should continue filming now …"
Fred pondered and suddenly thought of something. He frowned slightly. "But Ron mentioned something very strange … A contestant took out a book called 'The Tales of Beedle the Poet' and hoped that Madam Lena could find her missing sister through this book …"
"'The Tales of Beedle the Poet'?
That contestant is a wizard? "Anna frowned. She felt that things were not as simple as they seemed.
"No," George replied mysteriously. "That contestant is just an ordinary Muggle …"
"Coo coo!"
An owl's voice came from outside the glass greenhouse. A familiar figure rushed in anxiously and almost hit the glass. Belinda landed on Anna's shoulder.
Unlike her usual self, she did not go around collecting food. Instead, she accurately placed the letter in her mouth into Anna's hand. Perhaps she realized that something was going on.
At the same time, in the principal's office of the Hogwarts, Dumbledore, who was eating cookies while reading "Transfiguration Today", also received a small owl. It flew straight into the white-bearded old man's mouth, dropped a piece of parchment, and left in a hurry.
The principal, who had eaten a mouthful of feathers, was dumbfounded. "Little owls nowadays …" He helplessly picked up the parchment that had fallen to the ground.
"Principal Dumbledore, I am Remus, Remus Lupin. I have bad news to tell you —"
There was a blob of ink at the bottom. The person who wrote the note must have hesitated for a while. Dumbledore shook his head helplessly. With the help of Aberforth, Remus had finally walked out of the shadow of the past. The first time he contacted him, he brought bad news.
He did not know how bad the news could be.
"… Harry is missing … Harry Potter, Jaime's son … Something happened …"
Dumbledore took a deep breath.
After living for more than a hundred years, he still did not understand the game of life.