The Plane Merchant of Hogwarts

Harry was really shocked by the girl, and was not going to continue visiting Hogsmeade Village. He immediately helped carry the girl to Mrs. Pomfrey's school infirmary.

Rolf and the others ignored the butter beer and helped Harry to end their Hogsmeade trip early.

But when I arrived at the school clinic, there was a lot of people there. Mrs. Pomfrey shouted there: "Go quickly and go quickly! I said you are not sick! I have no place to sleep here!"

"Madam, she suddenly fainted at the Three Broom Bar. Please help me see!" Harry carried the man to Pomfrey and said anxiously.

"Okay, sir, just put it here! You can leave now, I have enough people here!" Mrs. Pomfrey said perfunctorily without raising her head.

When they walked out, Malfoy said, "Crab and Gole have also been sleepy recently, and they don't know what's wrong with them."

Sleepy? Rolf suddenly remembered Harry's sudden fainting at Quidditch Stadium last time, and he once again secretly sneaked his mental power into Harry's sea of ​​consciousness.

Sure enough, this time, a purple seed was found in Harry's sea of ​​consciousness! Rolf quickly took out the seed with his mental power.

Could it be...I haven't discovered before that it takes time to develop seeds?

Harry was shocked all over and said in an unknown way: "Does that butter beer have the effect of refreshing the mind? Why do I feel that I have a lot of mental power?"

After hearing this, Rolf smiled unanimously. Yes, butter beer can refresh yourself, so you can drink more!

However, seeing so many sleeping little wizards lying in the school clinic, he couldn't help but think about what was the reason?

Could it be that in the Harry Potter world, there are also the God-like broken items of the Lord of Dreams? Fortunately, it accidentally fell in Hogwarts Castle?

However, since Christmas is about to be held, the little wizards probably won't continue to stay in school.

Therefore, even if Rolf wants to find the reason and find the fragments of the Divine Lord's divine nature, he will probably have to wait until he comes back.

However, this optimistic attitude was completely interrupted by the large number of comas before Christmas.

"Children!" Dumbledore stood in the teacher's seat the day before the Christmas holiday, signaling all the students to look at him.

"I'm sorry to tell you that there was a little problem this year during the Christmas holiday. As you know, more and more students are falling into a deep sleep!"

The little wizard below heard that he might not be able to go home for Christmas this year, and they all seemed to be in a frenzy, chirping.

"Silent!" Dumbledore used a loud curse to temporarily shock the little wizards, and then continued: "Now the professors in the school are working hard to study what is the reason for their sleep!

At the same time, it is also to prevent this situation from being taken out of the campus, or you will never come back in time because you are not treated in time, so we decided to close the school!

We will send official letters to your family with owls. OK, don’t think too much, enjoy your lunch with peace of mind.”

However, after hearing this, no one could still eat with peace of mind, and everyone fell into fear of being sleepy forever.

The History of Magic is the most boring course on all the little wizards' courses, and among all their teachers, only Professor Bince, who teaches this course, is a ghost.

The most exciting thing in his class was watching him walk through the blackboard and into the classroom.

He is very old and his flesh is very wrinkled and many people say he has not noticed that he is dead.

When he was alive, he stood up one day to go to class and accidentally left his body in an armchair in front of the fire in the teacher's lounge. Since then, all his daily activities have not changed at all.

Today, the class is still as boring as usual, Professor Binnes opened his notes and read them in a dry, low and monotonous voice.

The sound was like an old vacuum cleaner. In the end, the whole class was drowsy, occasionally came to his senses, copied a name or date, and then fell into a semi-sleep state.

After he said it half an hour later, something had never happened before, and Mr. Malfoy raised his hand high.

Professor Bins was explaining the history of world magic in a very boring way. He looked very surprised when he raised his head.

"Sir, are you doing something?" It seems that Professor Bins is a little overwhelmed when he encounters a student asking a question.

"Professor, I wonder if you can say what do you think of this collective sleeping incident?" Malfoy asked.

Crab had just opened his mouth and stared blankly out the window. At this time, he suddenly woke up from his trance. Goer raised his head from his arm and put his elbow off the table.

Professor Bins blinked, seemingly not clear about the situation in front of him.

"My class is the history of magic," he said in that dry, breathless voice. "I study facts, this gentleman, not myths and legends."

He cleared his throat, made a slight sound like a broken chalk, and continued: "In October of that year, a special group of magicians from Sheding Island..."

He stuttered and stopped, waving his hand in the air because Malfoy reconciled again.

"I would like to ask, sir, the legends have a certain factual basis, right?"

Professor Bins looked at him and was very surprised. Rolf was sure that no student had interrupted him like this, whether he was alive or after his death.

"Okay," said Professor Bins slowly, "Yeah, I think, you can say that." He looked at Malfoy hard, as if he had never looked at a student well before.

"But, what you are talking about is never a mysterious event..."

Now, the whole class is listening to every word Professor Bins said with all his attention.

He looked at them with dizzy eyes, and saw every face turning towards him.

Rolf could see that it was really embarrassing that everyone showed such an unusually intense interest.

Professor Bins paused for a lesson. He first looked around the classroom with his blurry gaze, and then continued:

"I only remember that with the help of a curled-wing demon, the United States Department of Magic once cleaned up the memory of the entire city, and all the Muggles fell into a deep sleep..."

Professor Bins paused for a moment, pursed his lips, like a wrinkled old turtle.

"I will tell us these reliable historical information, and I don't know anything else." After he said that, he continued to talk about his magic history.

The whole class was silent, but it was not the sleepy and drowsy silence that Professor Binz usually had in class. Everyone continued to stare at him, hoping that he would continue to talk. The atmosphere was unsettling, and Professor Binz seemed a little annoyed.

Some people wanted to raise their hands to continue asking questions, but Professor Bince was not ready to pay attention, for fear that any students would ask some strange questions and answers.

As a result, Professor Bins's intentional neglect strategy was effective. Within five minutes, the students fell into that drowsy sleep again, and they didn't know whether it was because of the Lord of Dreams or some other reason.

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