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There was a low din, like thunder in the distance.

Then came the cluttered footsteps, and the happy high-pitched chatter and laughter of the students after they had had enough to eat.

The little wizards pushed and shoved into the aisle from both ends, but soon came to a standstill.

A lethally intense smell spread throughout the floor.

"What is the taste?"

"It stinks!"

"It's just hot eyes!"

Everyone was talking about it. Qiu, who had already taken some measures, clearly knew what was going on, but still shouted in confusion:

"Who is eating snail noodles?!"

William glanced at her with small eyes, are you too dark?

Sure enough, students immediately asked curiously.

"What is snail powder?"

"Is it delicious?"

"A traditional food from the Eastern Continent." Qiu didn't know if there was any deep hatred, and continued "Amway":

"It smells good and tastes even better. I can smell the fragrance half a mile. I'll send some to my house. You can try it next time."

Everyone agreed to try this superb food.

William is also speechless, this stench... You can discuss food with gusto?

However, you can't blame Qiu for being so deliberately black, it really happened for a reason.

During the summer vacation, she ate snail powder once at the Akali Mystery Store.

After she finished soaking, all the customers in the room disappeared... When she ate half of it, half of the customers in Diagon Alley were gone.

The whole street was desolate as if a Death Eater had invaded.

The old man Ollivander next door also ran over to ask if the toilets of their store were blown up?

The worst is William's Bobo tea.

Qiu went out to explain the kung fu, and when she came back, she saw Bobo Chapa pulling its cat litter and putting it into the bowl of snail powder.

That action is like burying its own feces at ordinary times.

Qiu still remembers Bobo Cha's disgusting look, she seems to be shocked that she actually eats poop!

disgusting!

Although not lethal, but extremely insulting.

Since then, Qiu has become a firm snail powder black.

"But how do I feel like the septic tank exploded?" Someone finally questioned.

"Yes, it is indeed a very familiar taste."

If someone expresses their familiarity, then don't ask, they must be students above the sixth grade.

They experienced such a terrible septic tank explosion when they were in first grade.

And the protagonist Hufflepuff's Shabby, who has lost the right to choose a mate for six years, has not yet found a boyfriend.

Even if you take a step back, feel wronged about your sexuality, and find a girlfriend... you won't be able to find it at all.

"What happened?"

Filch came over, led by Myrtle.

Mrs. Norris and Miss Alice followed his buttocks, but halfway through, they sneezed a few times and hurriedly ran away.

Filch also covered his nose and shouted to the bathroom:

"Listen to the people inside, you've been surrounded.

You blow up the toilet, this behavior has seriously affected the daily life of Hogwarts teachers and students.

This administrator hereby formally warns, hand over the toilet and release the hostage Professor Umbridge.

This is your only way out! "

But no one answered.

"Get out of the way, what's going on?" Malfoy shoved a few freshmen and walked over arrogantly.

Goyle and Crabbe followed behind him.

"I'm a prefect, hurry up and go back to sleep! Malfoy said in a Percy manner, "Otherwise I'll deduct points..."

"Ahhh!" He covered his eyes and nose. "What's so stinky?!"

"There's something good in there." Myrtle laughed. "It's baby, just push the door and you can get it!"

Malfoy covered his nose, and the art master boldly walked over.

He remembered that three years ago, it was here that the message from the secret room appeared, and Filch who was attacked.

Maybe, this time the secret room was opened again?

Stink... Could it be a Slytherin test?

Malfoy approached the bathroom as soon as his brain was hot, and motioned for Goyle to kick the door open.

Goyle stepped down, and the door was actually very strong and motionless.

"Break the two of you!" Malfoy ordered again.

Goyle and Crabbe looked at each other and rammed towards the wooden door.

Bang bang bang!

After more than a dozen repetitions, the door finally couldn't support it and was directly knocked open.

In an instant, a large amount of sewage poured out.

Malfoy ran away, but was smashed into the water by the boundless momentum, and a splash of water suddenly bloomed.

He drank several sips of tasty water and shouted, "I can't swim... help me... hurry up..."

But the students all ran away, away from the waters where there was obvious excrement.

William waved his wand, erecting a protective barrier in front of everyone, and the water level slowly dropped.

I saw Umbridge, in a very standard breaststroke, swimming in dung force.

Occasionally, I can use freestyle and dog planing positions...so uncomfortable.

If Hogwarts held the Staff Swimming Championships, Umbridge could definitely compete with Dumbledore for the championship.

Hey, why does it feel like the water level has dropped?

When she looked up, she saw hundreds of students, gathered around, staring at her.

Shocked...feared...admired...emotional mix.

No... That kid, you have envy in your eyes, you must be serious!

She also saw Colin Creevey in Gryffindor, snapping there with a camera.

Like taking pictures, right?

Interested in taking pictures?

OK, find a chance, let's shoot alone!

Umbridge didn't think much about it, and hurriedly tilted his head and pretended to pass out.

At this time, what should I do if I don't get dizzy? Do you just stand up like this and walk to your office without anyone else?

Umbridge is a decent man and wants this face!

Qiu was full of bad water, and "concerned" said:

"Professor Umbridge seems to be choking. Who will give her artificial respiration, or she will die."

Hearing her words, the students all retreated faster.

Stop teasing, Umbridge's body is marinated... Who dares to go for artificial respiration?

It's just that it's not pickled...no one is willing to give her artificial respiration!

It doesn't even count as being brave, that's called self-mutilation!

"Malfoy, aren't you a prefect? ​​Hurry up and develop your style and teach Umbridge artificial respiration." Qiu kidnapped morally again.

Malfoy couldn't help but vomit, especially since he had just taken several big mouthfuls.

Dumbledore rushed to the scene, followed by many other teachers.

Everyone looked at Professor McGonagall. To be honest, she is quite suspicious.

Of course, the most suspect is Professor Trelawney, who made predictions during the day and fulfilled them at night.

I'm afraid it's not really down!

Dumbledore did not approach, but raised his wand, and the entire ground was clean in an instant.

But the smell in the air... hadn't dissipated yet.

Peeves also came~lightnovelpub.net~ floating in the air, singing and laughing:

"It's her, it's her,

it's her,

Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor - Old Toad! "

Dumbledore approached Umbridge, turned his wand at her, and asked after a moment, "Do you know who attacked you?"

Umbridge couldn't even pretend to be dead. She slowly raised her head, looked at Peeves resentfully, and said, "Peeves did it!"

Peeves was doing somersaults, and the smile on his face suddenly froze.

TMD...annoying!

It's all up to me...I've never had a riot at a Halloween dinner!

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