stonecrandall Chapter 85 Scarface Cleverly Obtains the Hair-Thinning Piece
Chapter 85 Scarface Cleverly Obtains the Hair-Thinning Piece
Chapter 86 Scarface Cleverly Obtains the Hair-Thinning Piece
By the next morning, news of Colin's murder had already spread throughout Hogwarts, causing a great stir and sparking heated discussions throughout the school.
The students of Slytherin were overjoyed to hear that the successor of the Secret Chamber had returned to the world. They were as happy as if a long-awaited rain had fallen on a drought, and they immediately had a pillar of support.
Walking with its head held high and chest out, it was quite majestic, just like a lapdog returning home to see its master.
The remaining students from the three colleges, however, felt as if the Sword of Damocles was hanging over their heads, and everyone was in danger and terrified.
Furthermore, Slytherin students would often point and whisper in the shadows, as if the Grim Reaper were calling up the ghosts, summoning souls. It was as if they were secretly sending the heir of the secret chamber to take lives.
In an instant, the vast castle was filled with unease and suspicion. Even Lockhart, who was usually prone to boasting, fell silent, no longer daring to mention his ambition of a close-knit community of Muggle wizards, for fear of angering the heir to the Chamber of Secrets and bringing about his own demise.
At lunchtime, Hermione, after hearing Harry's account of the strange events of the previous night, frowned and said worriedly, "Oh, that's really strange."
"Now we can't even find where the basilisk is hiding, and we're not even sure who's controlling it."
Ron thought to himself, "What if Malfoy had already recorded the orders on the radio and then hidden that thing inside the Basilisk?"
"I've seen radios in my dad's junkyard. They can hide sound in little boxes; it's like magic."
"Absolutely impossible." Hermione shook her head decisively. "How could Malfoy possibly be willing to use Muggle creations? I'd rather believe that Fred and George got more than ten excellent grades in their OWLs exams."
The two continued arguing, and Harry said in a deep voice, "Big sister and brother, don't be impatient. Once the Polyjuice Potion is ready, we can all sneak into the Slytherin common room and find out what's going on. We'll definitely catch this guy red-handed."
Hermione nodded in agreement. "I've calculated the time; the potion should be ready a few days before Christmas—but whose disguise should we wear?"
"Crawb and Goyle, of course. Those two are closest to Malfoy." Ron cracked his knuckles and grinned. "I could take care of both of them by myself."
Hermione shook her head. "But they're not easy to catch. Last time Ginny and I were chatting at the bottom of the stairs, and when they saw me, they ran faster than the Golden Snitch."
In the past, the two of them were both very fat and could be captured even if they were five hundred paces away.
But now that he's taken too much of that muscle-building potion, his courage hasn't increased at all, but his running speed has increased considerably.
If we take forceful action, what if their pig-like screams attract others during the capture? Wouldn't that ruin everything?
Hermione rested her chin on her hand, looking troubled. "This is really a bit of a problem. I wonder if I can manage to pluck a few during Potions class..."
Harry's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he laughed, "Big sister, don't worry. I have a plan. With the help of a few trusted brothers, we can get that hair out of there in no time."
Having said that, he beckoned Ron and Hermione closer, whispered in their ears, and explained a brilliant plan.
Ron and Hermione's eyes lit up when they heard this, and they cheered repeatedly.
"We'll do it your way!"
"That's brilliant, Harry!" Hermione exclaimed in delight. "How did you come up with that?"
Harry laughed and said, "I've just seen more and heard more."
Ron and Hermione accepted the plan and went their separate ways to prepare, which goes without saying.
Enough of the rambling. In the blink of an eye, more than ten days had passed, and no one else had suffered any misfortune at the school. The students were all relieved, thinking that the snake monster was old and weak, its lifespan was nearing its end, and its soul had departed for the West.
It was just before the Christmas holidays, and the castle was decorated with lanterns and colorful lights. Everyone had a happy expression on their face, looking forward to returning home and reuniting with their families the next day.
At the Slytherin table, Crabbe and Goyle, those two gluttons, were engrossed in their feast, eating until their bellies were round as drums, yet they still wouldn't stop.
Seeing that the two of them had oily faces and food scraps flying everywhere, Pansy frowned and quickly moved her hips away.
"Can you two stop eating? Don't forget we're going to see Draco tonight!"
As the saying goes, "A beautiful woman's anger can make even a hero bow down." But Crabbe and Goyle were not heroes; they were two fools who only knew how to eat and drink, their eyes fixed on the delicacies on their plates, their ears deaf to any complaints.
"Hmm...no rush...it's okay to go a little later..."
"That's right, if you're in a hurry, you can go first."
Pansy crossed her arms, her eyebrows furrowed, "Have you forgotten what he said? He wants me to take both of you with me."
She spoke sternly, but the two fat men ignored her and continued to wolf down their food.
Only when the banquet was about to end and all the plates and cups were empty did the two reluctantly grab a fat chicken leg each and stroll towards the Slytherin common room with Pansy.
Just as I rounded the corner of the corridor, I suddenly saw Harry, Ron, and Hermione standing in the middle of the road, chatting and laughing to themselves.
The two fat men were startled, as if they had seen a ghost. They hurriedly grabbed Pansy, turned around, and ran away, only daring to stop and catch their breath a hundred paces away.
Pansy was pulled along, nearly falling, and said angrily, "Why are you two running? My shoes are about to fall off!"
"Didn't you see Harry Potter over there? And Weasley and Granger too. Those three are not to be trifled with," Goyle said, still shaken.
Crabbe was also panting heavily. "Haven't you heard of the nicknames Scarface and Desperate Six? Granger hangs out with those two all the time, he must be no ordinary guy either."
Seeing that the two were boosting the morale of others and diminishing their own, Pansy retorted indignantly, "So what if they're famous? Does that mean we can't go through?"
"You haven't been hit by that scarred guy, you don't know how fierce he is." Gore felt a throbbing pain in his arms and temples, and said with lingering fear, "Let's take a detour, I don't want to go back to the hospital."
Pansy couldn't refuse the two men, so she had no choice but to follow them on a longer route.
The three walked through the corridors and courtyards, and when they came to a secluded corner, they suddenly saw a white-haired young woman, wrapped up tightly, leaning against the wall with a small oak barrel at her feet.
Upon seeing Pansy and his two companions, the young woman rubbed her cold nose and waved, saying, "Good evening! Would you like to buy some butterbeer?"
Dear reader, you have heard that this butterbeer is unique to Hogsmeade Village. It has a rich aroma and a mellow, sweet taste, making it a superior beverage for warming the body and dispelling the cold.
Crabbe and Gore were immediately tempted by the prospect of butterbeer, forgetting all other thoughts in their minds, just wanting to try something new.
Seeing this, Pansy grabbed the two of them and hissed, "Are you two brainless? Only third-year students can go to Hogsmeade Village, and she doesn't even look like a second-year student."
Upon hearing Pansy's words, the white-haired young woman remained neither angry nor annoyed, and obediently replied, "My senior asked me to help her sell these, specifically for the students who can't go to Hogsmeade yet."
"You see, it's just some students trying to earn some extra cash," Crabbe chuckled. "Don't the Weasley twins often sell prank toys on the side?"
Pansy, after hearing this, was somewhat convinced, but still remained suspicious, scrutinizing the young woman from head to toe. Seeing her beautiful platinum blonde hair and a blue scarf around her neck, she suddenly recalled the gossip circulating in her neighborhood and exclaimed in realization:
"Are you Luna from Ravenclaw?"
Luna blinked and asked, "Do you know me?"
Pansy mumbled, "Well, I've only heard about it."
The eccentric Luna is always a loner and often says crazy things, which makes almost no one in Ravenclaw want to talk to her.
In that case, it's not surprising that she's here selling butterbeer; she's probably being used as someone's lackey.
As she pondered this, Crabbe and Gore, unable to contain themselves any longer, leaned close to the barrel, lifted the lid, and sniffed it, their mouths watering.
Seeing that the two were about to gorge themselves again, Pansy quickly called out, "Hey! Do you two still want to see Draco or not?"
She pulled the two of them aside and whispered, "This Luna is acting really strange. Even if she's selling butterbeer, she should go to places with lots of people. Why did she choose this deserted corner?"
"And this girl is a notorious freak; maybe she put troll snot in this butterbeer."
Upon hearing this, both Crabbe and Goyle hesitated, staring at the wooden barrel with uncertainty.
Just as the stalemate was at hand, two rough men with fiery red hair suddenly appeared from a distance, arm in arm, laughing and joking.
Looking closely, who else could it be but the troublemaker Fred and the mischievous George?
Seeing that someone had arrived, Luna asked again, "Would you like to buy butterbeer?"
Upon hearing this, the two immediately became interested and laughed, "What a coincidence! We were just thinking of having some hot drinks to warm ourselves up."
The two of them rushed forward, lifted the lid of the bucket, and took a deep sniff.
Fred asked doubtfully, "Why does it smell different from what I drank in Hogsmeade?"
"Yes, a little bit." George scratched his chin and smacked his lips. "Can we have a taste?"
"Okay, but you can only have a small sip."
Seeing that Luna had agreed, the two men took out their wands and cast a levitation spell. Two wisps of golden liquid rose from the barrel and entered Fred and George's mouths.
"Mmm, it tastes great, we'll buy a cup."
As George spoke, he took a round-bellied flask from his robe and waved his wand, causing the butterbeer in the flask to flow into the bottle like rivers flowing into the sea.
Luna glanced at George until he had filled the container before speaking, "Oh, but my senior told me that this barrel of wine isn't sold individually."
"What? Not sold separately?" Fred exclaimed.
"We didn't bring that much money," George said, his eyes widening.
He quickly put away his wand, poured all the wine from the jug back into the barrel, and then turned and left with Fred, looking rather annoyed.
Gao Er, who had been watching closely, could no longer contain himself and jumped up and down in frustration. "Look, those two drank nothing and they're perfectly fine!"
While Pansy was still hesitating, Crabbe had already darted forward and carried away the barrel of wine.
"I bought it!"
He asked the price, and together with Gao Er, they paid the sum.
Luna took the money and counted it carefully, then took three wine glasses from her robe and presented them to Luna.
Crabbe and Gore had been craving it for a long time, so they lifted the lid and started scooping it out with their glasses. The barrel made a constant "splashing" sound, and the two of them had white foam around their mouths as they ate.
After eating about half a bucket, they all let out a satisfied burp and then invited Pansy to try some.
Seeing that the two were eating heartily and that the Weasley brothers were unharmed, Pansy couldn't help but feel a little envious.
It should be noted that she had never tasted butter beer before. The aroma of the beer wafted into her nostrils, making her mouth dry and her tongue parched.
I couldn't resist picking up the wine glass and scooping out a glass.
With one bite, Pansy felt a warm current flow from her throat into her stomach, spreading throughout her entire body. The flavor was rich and mellow, with a lingering aftertaste—truly extraordinary!
The three men sat around the barrel and scooped up some beer to drink. In no time, seven or eight tenths of the barrel of butterbeer had been gone.
Just as they were eating heartily and oblivious to everything else, Harry, Ron, and Hermione appeared behind them without them noticing. Harry pointed at the three of them and said:
"Too bad, too bad."
The three of them felt dizzy and lightheaded, and after looking at each other, they suddenly went limp and lay motionless.
Let me ask you, how come these three all collapsed like rotten mud? It turns out that the butterbeer was laced with sleeping pills.
But how should the medicine be used? You must know that the medicine must be administered skillfully.
It turned out that the butterbeer in Luna's barrel was actually good. Fred and George each took a sip, deliberately making them watch, just to make the three of them give up.
Then George took out the wine jug, whose inner wall was coated with sleeping potion, and filled it with wine. After mixing it evenly, he pretended to be angry that Luna wouldn't sell it separately and poured it all back. With this pouring and pouring, the nectar in the barrel turned into a bewitching poison.
The three men lay unconscious on the ground. Fred and George emerged from the shadows, their faces showing a mixture of laughter and a sense of loss.
"Your Majesty," George exclaimed, "I could never have come up with such a brilliant idea in my entire life."
Fred nodded solemnly, "This is absolutely the most historic moment in the history of pranks."
Harry laughed and said, "You two are too kind. I'm just repeating what others have said."
He pulled two bags of Gallons from his pocket and tossed them to Luna, then quickly handed her more than ten more, bowing and saying:
"Thanks to this beautiful young lady for putting on such a wonderful show today, otherwise how could I have captured these two fat mudskippers?"
"If you ever have any needs in the future, please feel free to ask, even if it means going through fire and water. I will not hesitate to ask."
Luna took the money, thought for a moment, and tilted her head, saying, "I want to see the basilisk."
"I don't know why, but when I said that in the lounge, the senior students were really angry."
Fred and George were both secretly amazed when they heard this.
Who would want to see a basilisk for no reason? Do they think they've lived too long?
Harry listened and said seriously, "Don't worry, sister. Once I find that basilisk, I'll make sure it leaves you a whole corpse."
Ron scratched his head instinctively, feeling that the words sounded familiar.
After seeing the three off, Hermione plucked a strand of hair from their hair and threw it into the medicine bottle containing the prepared Compound Herbal Elixir.
But when the hair fell into the bottle, it was like a branding iron being dipped in cold water; with a soft "sizzle," it instantly melted away without a trace.
The group hid in the storeroom. Harry took out a potion containing Goyle's hair and was about to drink it when Ron and Hermione exclaimed in surprise.
"No!"
"Harry, no!"
The story unfolds as follows: Pansy escorts the obese man, Harry cleverly seizes the hair-shaped rope; Yang Zhi is moved to tears, Wu Yong smiles upon hearing the news; the past vividly replays itself, old dreams linger in the heart; to know how Harry was stopped, please listen to the next chapter for the full story.
(End of this chapter)