The Troubleshooting Diary at Hogwarts

Professor Snape is very irritable today, because the originally damp cellar now feels wet and greasy everywhere, and there are several small monsters lying in the school hospital, Pang Mrs. Frey has come to him three times today to wipe her tears, but he can't make a potion until the mandrakes are ripe!

Don't they know that if they could offer a mandrake now, they would get Dumbledore's friendship? No wonder the short-sighted head of the welfare family can only maintain his status as a pure-blood aristocrat by selling his daughter!

But he was not surprised that Forrest was petrified today. The little troll has been causing trouble, running around, and stalking since the first grade. He has a bad mind and likes to be a hero , Now I hope she can learn a lesson, don't run around with boys at a young age, and her parents don't care about it, this will cause problems if you don't run? Gryffindor girls are just easy to get hooked on by those punks.

Oh shit, this toadstool jumped away again! This is the thirteenth toadstool that has escaped. When will he be able to complete the materials for the powerful recovery potion? It seems that today it is necessary to urge Pomona to cultivate Mandrakes properly.

"Dong Dong Dong!" Someone knocked on the door.

Professor Snape said angrily: "Please come in." I hope it is not another person who asks him when the powerful recovery agent will be ready! Very good, it's his student Shafiq, after all, he's not a nasty **** who came to collect debts.

"Professor, I hope I didn't disturb you." Shafik politely walked into the office, looked at the messy beating toadstools on Professor Snape's desk, and said politely.

"If you don't want to disturb others, go away as soon as possible!" Professor Snape's hand was still stuffing the toadstool into a transparent bottle, which contained diluted stun, enough These naughty **** have been dizzy for a while!

Shafiq was not frightened away by their dean's harsh tone. For the past two years, he has been following the dean to make potions for the school hospital, and a long time together has long made him feel bad for this little venom immune. He consciously helped together, and then asked: "I heard that you are making a powerful recovery agent. When will it be ready? Do you need my help?"

Professor Snape let out a sharp breath, raised his head and glared at Shafik and cursed: "Why are you asking me this question? Has your brain been petrified? Mandrakes are immature, where am I going to make this **** potent restorative?"

"It's my fault, Dean. Please don't be angry." Shafiq apologized very simply, then lowered his head and continued to catch the toadstool quickly and accurately.

Professor Snape looked at Shafik several times, but did not find that the student meant to leave. He directly stretched out his hand and put all the toadstools into a bag, wiped his hands and asked, "You have other things to do." He didn't use a question sentence, but an affirmative sentence. Although he was very good at Legilimency, he never thought of relying on this to spy on the minds of students.

Shafiq slowly took out his handkerchief and wiped his hand carefully, as if he had been cast a slow spell. Professor Snape patiently stood there waiting for him to speak.

"If there is a very powerful wizard who can help me restore the glory of my family, should I rely on him?" Shafik lowered his head and said slowly until he wiped his last finger. Ask your own questions.

Professor Snape was silent, he kept looking at the top of Shafiq's head, frowned and thought for a long time, before saying: "In Slytherin, the strong always Reverence, it is more normal to take refuge in a wizard who is stronger than yourself, there is nothing to be ashamed of."

Shafik raised his head when he heard this. He looked at Professor Snape, who seemed to be recalling something, and asked in a low voice, "Really? Don't you need to be ashamed? ?"

"But." Professor Snape's eyes returned to Shafik, and he said with emphasis, "You must be sure that this is a person worthy of refuge, and what he can give you is indeed you. What you need. So you must first judge what you really want in your heart, so that you won't regret it. You have to know that once you throw away a lot of things, you can't get them back."

It was the first time that Shafik heard Professor Snape say such peaceful words. He thought that something very regretful must have happened to the Dean.

But what he wants most is the glory of the Shafiq family? He wanted to tell himself firmly, yes, that's right! But another little voice reminded him, really? Don't you need to think about it again? Didn't you have a trace of regret in the ward just now?

Shafiq's hand was constantly touching the wand in his pocket, he opened his mouth several times to say something but closed his mouth tightly.

The student's hesitation and entanglement were all in the eyes of Professor Snape. He almost couldn't hold back and wanted to use Legilimency. He knew very well that Shafik's mind was absolutely There are so many amazing things. But he still held back, everyone should have their own secrets, and whether it is good or evil needs to be chosen by himself. He wants his students to make their own decisions that they won't regret.

"If you have nothing to say, just leave here and don't waste my time." Professor Snape waited for a long time for Shafiq to speak, and immediately issued an eviction order.

Shafiq turned around hesitantly, not as capable at all.

"You may gain something by turning to a powerful force, but you can only hold on to it if you are strong. I hope you will remember this." Professor Snape was about to walk into his office in Shafiq When the door was there, he spoke again.

Shafiq stopped, and after about a minute, he finally turned around and said quickly: "Maybe you and the principal can go to Myrtle's bathroom and study it. The faucet there." He left the office immediately after saying that, forgetting the courtesy of closing the door.

Professor Snape looked at Shafik's somewhat embarrassed back, immediately grabbed a handful of Floo powder, walked into the fireplace, flipped it over his palm, and shouted in the blue flames that surged in an instant :"Principal room!"

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When Fred and Harry returned to the ward, Shafik had just left, and they almost passed each other on the stairs on the second floor, but they were so worried about each other that they didn't notice each other .

Fumira was still struggling with what Shafik said just now. She put her forehead against the glass of the window and looked at the continuous drizzle outside. The drooping eyelashes trembled from time to time.

The movement of the four boys entering the room was so loud that Fumira was startled, and she almost hit the window when she turned back suddenly.

"Oh! Pay attention! Your head is very valuable now!" George ran up to Fumira like a golden snitch to support her head, and said fearfully, "One month As for the rent of ten gold Galleons, be sure to protect it!”

Your cornucopia! Boss Weasley!"

Harry and Ron surrounded Hermione, sighing non-stop.

Fred sat on the edge of Zhu Yi's bed and helped her cover the quilt, and his face was full of disappointment. No answer was found in the Forbidden Forest, and the culprit who hurt Zhu Yi still had no clue.

"Can't I just wait for the mandrakes to mature?" Fred muttered.

"You can't wait like this! If you don't catch that monster one day, the danger will not be lifted one day, and Hogwarts will probably be closed!" The more Ron said, the more excited he became. His face turned red. He believed that not a single student wanted Hogwarts to be closed!

"Hogwarts can't be closed," said Harry, staring at the stiff Hermione, his slightly childish face full of precocious determination. Suddenly, he reached out and took out a small note from Hermione's clenched palm.

"Pipe..." Harry muttered in a low voice, he frowned for a long time and thought for a long time, then suddenly realized it and ran out, shouting as he ran, "I see! It's at Myrtle! "

Ron ran with him without saying a word. He didn't understand what Harry knew at all, but the absolute trust in his friends made him follow Harry without hesitation, follow him, and face him together, nothing else matters!

Fred and George followed, shouting at Harry's back, "What can we do?"

Harry shouted back as he ran, "Go find a professor! We're going to do something big!"

Fred and George looked at each other and ran to Professor Lockhart's office together, because he was the closest professor to Myrtle's bathroom!

But when Fred and George slammed into the Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher's office door, they found that the blond straw bag was hurriedly packing his luggage!

Fred and George ran over at the same time, and jumped from the desk with both hands supported, one of them pointed his wand to the left and right sides of Professor Lockhart's neck and said in unison: "I want to escape already? Mr. Smile Ambassador?"

Professor Lockhart raised his hands very nervously and said tremblingly: "No...I don't understand..."

"You don't need to understand." Fred kicked the fancy disgusting pink suitcase and said with a straight face, "You just need to go somewhere with us!"

"I'm not going! I'm not going anywhere!" screamed Professor Lockhart, "I'm getting out of here, I can't be killed here, I still have a lot of unpublished novels! "

"Joe and Hermione were petrified, aren't you going to do something? They like you so much!" Fred's wand almost pressed blood on Professor Lockhart's neck , George reminded in a low voice, and he controlled his emotions a little.

"There are so many people who like me, I don't remember coming! Please, let me go, I don't know anything! My novels are all fake!" Professor Lockhart As if frightened by Fred, he desperately hid towards George.

George was afraid of really hurting him, so he retracted his wand a little, but Professor Lockhart immediately turned and rolled on the ground, escaping the twins' hold. He quickly took out his wand and shouted at Fred, "Pass out!"

Fred reacted quickly to the left and dodged. Professor Lockhart was surprised, he didn't expect someone to dodge the spell so quickly! In his astonishment, Fred had already pounced, punching his proud handsome face, knocking him to the ground.

"I thought you were just a scumbag, but I didn't expect you to be a liar! Coward!" Fred angrily rode on Lockhart and punched him again, making Professor Lockhart scream. No chance to call out.

George was worried that Fred would kill the professor in a fit of rage, so he hurried over to fight, he grabbed Fred's arm and persuaded: "Don't fight, don't fight! Harry and the others still haven't Know what's going on!"

Fred took a few deep breaths before suppressing his anger, dragged Professor Lockhart up, and said, "Go! This professor is just able to play a role in helping the students to block! It is your responsibility!"

Professor Lockhart was dragged out of the office by Fred while covering his face and crying. George was relieved and followed.

But when they both got to Myrtle's bathroom, Harry and Ron were gone! Myrtle was sitting on a faucet, cupping her cheeks and watching them, yawned, and said, "Oh, you're late, those two little boys are already in."

"Where did they go?" Fred asked.

Fred and George dragged Professor Lockhart closer and saw that it was an ordinary faucet, oh no, there was a very inconspicuous snake pattern under it!

So, what is this?

The author has something to say:

Small Theater:

Zhu Yi, who has always been petrified and raised her hands stiffly: Unscrupulous author, did you add drama to the supporting role?

I'm secretly counting Jin Galleon and the author quickly turned his back: This is what the plot needs! Do not doubt the heart of an author!

The same petrified Hermione holding the mirror: She lied, I saw her counting money in the mirror! Thirty gold Galleons!

Arrogant akimbo Author: If you have the ability, jump down and hit me! Fumira's three-month rent can't buy a little extra drama? ! Two poor bastards!

Ju Yi, who was gnashing his teeth and unable to move his body: Don't give me the antidote if you have the ability! If you can't kill you, it's your life!

Who says I can only hahahaha! Except that the text of this small theater is not serious and serious! Tell me with your conscience!