The farce in the Gryffindor lounge ended when Professor McGonagall's green robe appeared.

The paintings on the wall were relieved when they saw Professor McGonagall appear, but a few little lions were not very happy, and the excitement was about to end.

"What happened?" Professor McGonagall looked around, focused on Fred and George, then averted her eyes to Charlie, who was squeezed beside the twins, she adjusted her glasses and said, "Prefect Charlie , what happened here?"

"Uh...I think I'm not a prefect anymore, Professor McGonagall, but if you want to know what's going on here," Charlie pointed sideways at the beautiful painting on the wall, "the painting has been Strange noises, like Nick's name, that we couldn't sleep."

Professor McGonagall took another look at Charlie. In her mind, Charlie Weasley was always the most suitable prefect. He was popular and prestige, with excellent grades and a healthy mind. I'm already busy, and no matter how busy I am, I don't have time to get in touch with the dragon\' This excuse rejected the prefect position.

"Where did this painting come from? I don't remember having this painting before..." Professor McGonagall walked towards the painting.

At this time, the real prefect of Gryffindor was embarrassedly squeezed out of the crowd in pink pajamas, attracting the attention of most people.

"He's like a flamingo," George couldn't help whispering to Fred. "I didn't expect Brive's pajamas to be so fancy. I guess his **** are pink too," they laughed together. " Next time he collects our dung eggs, he must paint them pink and wrap them with ribbons before giving them to him..."

"Cough," Pajama Percy, who didn't know when it appeared, coughed lightly, "I advise you to stay out of trouble and show some respect to those in power!" An ugly mouse climbed up Percy's Nightcap, waving a small paw with a missing finger, a dazzling look.

Fred and George rolled their eyes at the same time.

Pink Prefect Brive quickly came to Professor McGonagall's side, "Professor, this painting only appeared recently, but we all thought it was just an ordinary hanging painting..."

"Nick Nickney—" The sharp cry sounded again, and the little lions around covered their ears.

"Stop the spell!" Professor McGonagall waved her wand and pointed at the mouth of the woman in the painting - but it didn't do anything, McGonagall frowned slightly, \'Universal Breaking Spell\' applies to most spells, but it's obvious , which does not include calming down a screaming woman.

The woman's voice grew louder and louder, and the terrifying call could be vaguely heard outside the lounge.

"Wow! What a sweet voice!" Nearly headless Nick entered through the wall with a dazed expression, "Oh!" Nick noticed that the lounge was crowded with little wizards, and he was very impressed. Novelty, "It's all over, are you learning how to absorb moonlight?"

The woman's screaming stopped the moment Nick spoke, as if Nick was her switch.

"Sir Nicholas, glad you're back," Professor McGonagall put away his wand and turned slightly. "Do you know where this painting came from?"

"Huh? This painting?" Nick frowned and floated in front of the painting, "It was given to me by a friend I can't remember very well. As for which friend, I don't know, I\'can't remember. Taiqing's friends\' are really too many."

Professor McGonagall thought for a moment, "Sir Nicholas, maybe this painting has a special meaning to you, but hanging it here will affect the rest of the children. I suggest hanging it elsewhere."

"Well..." Nick hesitated. He really liked the painting to stay next to his hanging painting, but he agreed. "Of course, Professor McGonagall, move it away."

Professor McGonagall nodded lightly and motioned the prefect to take down the hanging painting, but unfortunately, Brive exhausted all his strength and could not move the hanging painting.

Fred and George were very happy to see this kind of excitement, "Braver, the macho man, failed! He lost to a painting that was glued to the wall!"

The conflict between the Weasley twins and the prefect is not a matter of a day or two. From the moment they took out the dung balls, they were destined to be the opposite of the prefect.

Professor McGonagall looked at Prefect Brive with a frown, shook his head in disappointment, and went into battle himself.

Surprisingly, Professor McGonagall also failed. Two or three little lions hurriedly stopped Professor McGonagall in the jazz's nervous bark to prevent her from turning the hanging picture into a pig in a fit of anger.

"Whose prank is this?" Professor McGonagall quickly calmed down and waved his robe. "Even using the \'Permanent Paste Charm\'?" She looked at the Weasley twins.

"?" George and Fred are very innocent, Merlin's big misunderstanding! This really has nothing to do with them at all, "We won't use the permanent sticking spell!" For the first time, the two were glad that they didn't have a spell.

Charms isn't Professor McGonagall's best part, so she went to invite the drunk Professor Flitwick, "What's wrong? Hiccup, Professor Mc... Hiccup?"

"Cough," Professor McGonagall coughed lightly, "Professor Flitwick, please help us remove this solidly glued picture on the wall..."

"Take it off... um... am I right?" Flitwick, wearing a cute bear-ear nightcap, double-checked in a daze. "Remove it? Or let it... stick?"

"The former, Professor Flitwick," Professor McGonagall replied simply, casting a trusting look.

She is very reassured about Professor Flitwick. This powerful professor has strong spells. When he was young, he was the champion of the Hogwarts Dueling Club. After graduation, he became a professor of Hogwarts Charms. His dissertation views He has been published many times in famous academic journals such as "Curse Innovation" and "Curse".

Even in a drunken state, Flitwick's magic level can still be well displayed——

But everything has special circumstances.

"The former is more secure," the red-haired rascal whispered in Professor Flitwick's ear, "don't make a mistake, Professor Flitwick..."

"Of course, don't worry," the confused Flitwick showed a "reliable" smile, "I heard it clearly! I'm not... drunk... hiccup—"

Professor McGonagall vaguely felt that it was not very good, but it was too late to stop - "Permanent Paste!" Professor Flitwick uttered the spell confidently.

That's it, there will always be a pasted scream hanging on the wall of the Gryffindor lounge. It will be on the wall of the lounge for the next ten or twenty years to pay attention to the little lion. We, witness the vigorous development of the British magic education sector.

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"Now screaming ladies like to scream in the morning, so we have to get up early..." George was particularly helpless when he said this, "I regret it, I shouldn't have been muttering in Professor Flitwick's ear. ."

"Hmph, do it for yourself!" Belinda took a small notebook to record the growth state of Bai Xian, she glanced at the leaf spots on Bai Xian's leaves, and cleared her throat, "Only the stupidest Bai Xian will grow leaves. Madara! Why can't you imitate your friend Winky? Look how strong he is!"

The fresh white leaves began to tremble.

The little lion next to him shrank, and asked his companions, "Gorgon running wild... It's really uncomfortable... What herbal research topic did Fred and the others choose?"

The companion touched his head, "It seems that Bai Xian, who grew up in a harsh environment, has a stronger healing ability than Bai Xian who grew up in a praise environment? I remember this..."

This topic was also praised by Professor Sprout, who said that if the four people's research has practical value, she will give a higher grade at the end of the term.

"I don't know who hung the painting in the lounge—" Fred played with the watering can on the wooden table, he couldn't be quiet for a moment, "What a genius! This prank can be included in this book. The best of the week! Isn't it? Shiny?"

Fred named Bai Xian, an experiment growing up in a praise environment, "Shining", "You are awesome!" He praised Bai Xian inexplicably, and flicked Bai Xian's leaves.

"Do you know who brought the painting into the lounge? Winky?" Fred muttered to Leaf, "We have to give him the 'Best Prank' medal."

Anna's hand holding the shovel paused, "Is the Quidditch match about to start? Time flies..." She began to change the subject.

"Yeah..." Speaking of Quidditch, the twins, who should have been excited, couldn't hold their breath. "It seems that this year we can only enjoy it from our seats... I really envy Harry's feat last year—"

"He even left behind a legend of the 'Golden Snitch'!" George whispered, "and they were filming Muggle variety shows with Ms. Lena, and now the shows are on--Merlin's beard, we missed it How lively!"

"Is the show over?" Anna continued the topic.

"Ron's letter said that Lena was promoted, so she will continue to participate in the show, and they should continue to film now..."

Fred pondered, and suddenly thought of something, he frowned slightly, "But Ron mentioned a very strange thing... One of the contestants took out a book of "Stories of Bedouin the Poet", hoping that Lotus Lady Na finds her missing sister through this book..."

"The Story of Bedouin the Poet"? Is that contestant a wizard?" Anna frowned, feeling that things were not simple.

"No," George replied mysteriously, "that contestant was a regular Muggle..."

"Cuckoo!" An owl sounded outside the glasshouse, and a familiar figure rushed in anxiously, almost hitting the glass—Belinda landed on Anna's shoulder.

Unusually, it didn't scrape the food everywhere, but put the letter in its mouth into Anna's hand accurately, maybe it realized that something was happening.

At the same time, in the Hogwarts Headmaster's Office ~lightnovelpub.net~ Headmaster Dumbledore, who was watching "Transfiguration of the Day" while eating cookies, also welcomed a little owl, which flew straight into the The white-bearded old man dropped a piece of parchment and left in a hurry.

The headmaster who had eaten a mouthful of feathers was stunned, "The little owl now..." He reluctantly picked up the parchment that had fallen on the ground.

\'Headmaster Dumbledore, I'm Remus, Remus Lupin, I have bad news I have to tell you-\'

Below is a cloud of ink. The person who wrote the note must have hesitated for a while. Dumbledore shook his head helplessly. With the help of Aberforth, Remus finally got out of the shadow of the past and contacted him for the first time. It brought bad news.

I don't know how bad this news can go.

\'...Harry is missing...that's Harry Potter, James' son...something happened...\'

Headmaster Dumbledore took a deep breath.

After living for more than 100 years, I still do not understand the game of life.