hogwarts blast

Early the next morning, the sun shines through the window glass and wakes up Kyle from his sleep.

Cedric and Hannah also got up in a daze.

"Hey! You guys are awake! Didn't I disturb you?" Hagrid's voice came from the side.

It seemed that Hagrid got up very early, and it was hard for a giant like him to move so lightly. Kyle didn't even notice any sound.

After washing, the three little wizards followed Hagrid out of the hut.

"Let's go, we have to report to Professor Dumbledore what happened last night."

Because the first ray of sunlight in the morning had just hit the ground not long ago, the green grass under the feet of several people was still slightly moist.

Several people quickly closed the distance between them and the blue-grey castle.

When the four of them arrived at the gate of the castle, they met Professor McGonagall and Professor Sprout who looked anxious.

Both professors looked very tired, as if they hadn't slept all night last night.

"Hagrid! Were the three of them at your place last night?" Professor Sprout asked.

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips tightly and checked the physical conditions of the three of them back and forth.

Almost the entire Hogwarts heard Kyle's cry for help last night.

If Kyle's crows hadn't brought a note to Dumbledore, who had just come out of the restricted area, saying he was safe, the professors in the school would have gone crazy.

Hagrid nodded, "Professor McGonagall, what happened last night?"

When Hagrid mentioned this, Professor Sprout's face suddenly became extremely ugly, and his eyes contained blazing anger.

She really couldn't imagine what kind of crazy wizard he was that would attack her beloved students in the middle of the night.

Moreover, the wizard's attack method was to release a dung bomb at the door of the Hufflepuff common room!

Moreover, he also blew up the exit of the Hufflepuff common room, leaving her students trapped in the common room! They fainted forcibly!

She didn't know how those dung bombs were made, but she and several professors in the castle spent a lot of effort to dispel the stench from the underground corridor.

After they cleared the entrance to the lounge and kitchen from the rubble, Professor Sprout found that most of the students in the dormitory had already fainted with foam at the mouth.

The house elves were all put down in the kitchen.

Professor Sprout really couldn't imagine whether mass suffocation deaths would have occurred if the professors had arrived a little later.

This may be the most serious public attack in the history of Hogwarts.

Listening to Professor Sprout's narration, the three little wizards behind Hagrid looked strange.

"Look at the good work you did!"

"It's none of my business! You threw the dung bomb first!"

"I just threw two fucking pills in the corridor. Do you dare to say that you weren't the one who poured dozens of pills into the fire?"

Standing behind Hagrid, Kyle and Cedric were silently quarreling with their eyes.

Anyway, you can’t take the blame for this kind of thing.

If he took the blame, he would probably be beaten to death by Professor Sprout.

At this time, Dumbledore walked out of the auditorium and interrupted the fight between the two. Through the auditorium door behind the old man, the scene in the auditorium could be seen.

The other three long tables were basically full of people, but the Hufflepuff table was empty and a bit desolate.

There were only a few lucky people in their college who went out for a night out last night and escaped.

Most of the Hufflepuffs are now squatting in Madam Pomfrey's infirmary. Their bodies are not injured, but their minds have suffered great damage.

Facing Dumbledore's blue pupils, the three little wizards all felt like they were being seen through.

Kyle took the initiative to stand up: "Professor Dumbledore, we met Voldemort again last night."

"Voldemort!?" Professor McGonagall and Professor Sprout both exclaimed.

Dumbledore looked at Kyle and Hagrid, "I want to know what happened last night."

Kyle briefly talked about the attack they encountered at the corner of the corridor yesterday after they came back from outside.

Of course, this account misses two insignificant parts.

For example, they sneaked back from Hogsmeade in the middle of the night, and they used dung bombs to stop Voldemort's attack.

After the three of them ran outside the castle, Hagrid narrated the story.

While Hagrid was reporting to Dumbledore, the three young wizards had already slipped into the Great Hall to have breakfast.

There isn't even a decent hotel in Hogsmeade. They just messed around outside last night to deal with it. Unexpectedly, there was a battle royale as soon as they returned to Hogwarts.

The pumpkin porridge was not filling enough, so they were almost starving since they woke up in the morning.

"Eight Doors Dunjia?" Dumbledore's tone sounded particularly surprised.

Dumbledore knew about the physical skills developed by Kyle.

Originally, he thought that this physical technique simply lifted the limitations of the body, allowing the wizard to do some actions that he could not do before.

That's all.

But unexpectedly, he still underestimated the power of this physical technique.

Dumbledore suddenly felt a little lucky.

If Hagrid hadn't mastered the Eight Gate Dunjia, Kyle and the others might have been in trouble when the professors were held back last night and he happened to be away.

What this kid has tinkered with still has some merit.

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At the Gryffindor table, three little badgers abandoned their house's table and ran over to get together.

"So, Harry won't be able to participate in tomorrow's Quidditch final?" Kyle looked at the empty seat next to Ron, where a certain savior classmate should have been sitting.

It looked like Harry was lying on the couch in the infirmary with the Hufflepuff students.

A short-haired boy next to him suddenly raised his head, "Harry was injured because he went to the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor last night and stopped a dark wizard from stealing a treasure!"

Kyle recognized him. He was Harry and Ron's roommate, Seamus Finnegan.

Known as an explosives genius by many professors at Hogwarts, even the simplest fluorescent spell can cause serious damage.

If Fred hadn't gotten there first, he might have been more suitable to become the Azure Dragon of the Dawn than Fred.

After hearing Seamus' words, Kyle turned his attention to Ron across the table.

Eighty percent of this matter was revealed by Ron, a loudmouth.

Cedric shook his head with regret, "I originally hoped to have a fair showdown with Harry."

Their Hufflepuff Quidditch team has made great progress recently.

Now Cedric was confident that even without Kyle's Bludger Snooker, which was derived from the shuriken throwing technique, they could still have a 50-50 draw with Gryffindor.