Hogwarts: Nagini captured at the start

Chapter 62 Green Apples and Sausages

As Luo Bin descended the stairs to the second floor, he heard arguing coming from the corner of the corridor. Words like "big-mouthed tree frog," "poor slob," and "show-off" kept drifting into his ears. He knew immediately that the villainous trio was up to no good.

How can you not step forward to help when your friend is being bullied?

Robin turned and walked toward the second-floor corridor. When he was about two meters away from the corner, he saw a dark, mound-like figure with short, curly hair. It was undoubtedly Gore.

Wait, what he's holding is Defense Against the Dark Arts homework!

After observing for half a month, Robin discovered that Quirrell had a habit of moistening his fingertips with saliva when turning pages and grading homework. Therefore, the drug treatment plan could be adjusted appropriately.

Robin reached into his robes, crushed the dropper cap, drew up a drop of Murphy Elijah potion, then put a spray cap over the dropper nozzle. After straightening his robes, he walked toward the corner.

"Malfoy, nobody finds your big-mouthed tree frog joke funny. Madam Hooch, the professor, and the other students all agree that I caught the Golden Snitch. Except for Goyle and Crabbe, nobody will agree with you," Harry retorted.

"Ha, I wasn't showing off, I was just sharing common sense. Someone's head is empty, and they won't let others learn anything, ha!" Hermione said indignantly.

"Malfoy, all you do is talk the talk. You don't even dare to attend a wizarding duel. You cowardly bastard, you probably jump on Crabbe for comfort if you see a bug," Ron mocked.

Malfoy was furious, his eyes blazing with rage. "You big-mouthed tree frog, you show-off, you penniless wretch, one day I'll beat you all to a pulp and make you beg for mercy. Oh, and that guy who's alone..."

Before Malfoy could finish speaking, a small white insect crawled to his feet, waved its long tentacles arrogantly a few times, and then scurried up his trouser leg.

"Bugs! Oh, Daddy, bugs are crawling into my clothes! Goyle, Crabbe, what are you standing there for? Come and help!" Malfoy felt a sharp, tingling sensation running down his ankles and through his body. He grabbed his clothes and sternly urged his henchmen to come and help.

The two chubby guys, huddled together, bolstering each other's courage, were staring intently at the bridge of the guy's nose, where a thin, long insect was crawling.

Are you two deaf?

As Malfoy was about to continue scolding, a blurry image resembling a Muggle car windshield wiper suddenly flashed past the corner of his eye, and he instinctively reached out to touch it.

Upon touching a hard, moving little insect, it immediately squealed and frantically flung it away. Then, with a leap, it clung to Crabbe like a koala.

Seeing this, the students watching mocked the eldest son of the Malfoy family, calling him a coward who was afraid of even small insects.

Malfoy was furious and wanted to yell at those people, but his legs were weak and he could barely stand. How could he possibly have the authority to reprimand them?

"Wow, it's quite lively here. Freshly completed assignments are scattered all over the floor."

After the silverfish spirit insect book successfully retired, its new owner, Luo Bin, took the stage.

As Robin bent down to pick up the homework, he secretly sprayed himself with Murphy Elixir. After picking it up, he shook it off, tidied himself up, and then handed it back to Gore.

As the villainous trio questioned his actions, he whispered sinisterly, "If you give Hermione, Ron, and Harry more nicknames, I won't mind spreading the name 'Splatoon' around. Then everyone will know about your embarrassing moment on the Express where you pooped in your pants!"

The villain trio: (⊙ω⊙`), under the guise of helping to pick up things, they use threats to get away with it. They're filthy, they poop in their pants, devils, absolute devils.

"You dare do that? My father will never forgive you, Gore, Crabbe, let's go."

Amidst bursts of laughter, the fatherly boy, clinging to people like a koala, quickly disappeared around the corner.

"What did you say to him?" Hermione asked, puzzled.

Robin noticed the students still chattering amongst themselves, so he pulled Hermione to the lobby on the first floor and told her the origin of Malfoy's nickname "Splatoon".

"Suddenly, I have no appetite for lunch." Hermione really didn't expect Malfoy to do something so disgusting.

"Cool, that's a great idea. Next time that jerk barks, we'll shut him up with the words 'Splatoon'," Ron said excitedly.

Harry thought his life would be much better without Malfoy's provocations, but the thought of searching for a month and still not figuring out who Nicolas Flamel made him frown involuntarily.

"I feel like I've heard the name Nicolas Flamel somewhere before, but I just can't remember where," Harry said with a frown.

"Don't worry, you'll find it eventually, it's just a matter of time."

Harry's mood didn't improve after hearing this; instead, he spread his worries and anxieties to Hermione and Ron. Robin responded, "Young man, relax. You'll find out sooner or later that Nicolas Flamel is a famous alchemist in the wizarding world."

"Don't be sad, have you finished your homework? We need to collect it this afternoon."

Robin's words were like a stone, stirring up a thousand waves.

Hermione jumped to her feet. "Oh dear, how could I have forgotten my Defense Against the Dark Arts homework?"

After being shocked, Little Chili quickly ran towards the 8th floor.

"Robin, can we copy your homework?" Ron pleaded, chin resting on the table.

"I didn't write it either."

After saying that, he got up and slowly walked upstairs. Ron and Harry exchanged a glance and hurriedly followed him.

The next morning, in the main auditorium on the first floor!

The table was laden with delicious-looking food, and the teachers and students were enjoying their meal. Robin, sitting opposite Hermione, could catch a glimpse of the scene at the teachers' table when he 'inadvertently' looked up.

This happened many times this morning, and each time his gaze would skip over everyone else and land on Quirinas Quirrell.

Quirrell looked like he hadn't slept all night. His dark circles under his eyes drooped down by 3cm, and his face was as pale as plaster on a wall. He looked exactly like a dead man whose kidneys had been ripped out.

He was on edge, his eyes filled with panic. The slightest sound, even the soft clang of Snape putting down his knife and fork, would startle him so much that he would clutch his collar, his eyes slightly moist, looking like he was about to cry.

Murphy Erie's scroll states: "The effects of the drug will reach their peak after a week of use."

Currently, the effects of the medication are still in the appetizer stage. After enjoying Keanu's "jumping" performance, he is ready to quietly enjoy his meal.

Turning my head, I saw that the glass, which had been empty, was now filled again with a greenish-blue juice.

"Hermione!"

"Robin, I'm doing this for your own good. Green apple juice is rich in vitamins, pectin, and minerals."

Snapped!

A sausage about the thickness of a thumb blocked Baba's incessantly babbling cherry lips.

The sausage is savory and fragrant, with a chewy texture. When you bite into it, it sizzles and oozes oil.

"Robin, how about we switch breakfasts from now on? I'll give you my green apple juice, and you can give me your sausage," Hermione said, her eyes wide.

Green apple juice?

sausage?

The slightly ambiguous words unconsciously reminded Luo Bin of the simplified drawing of a bedroom art, specifically the seventeenth move, "Phoenix Soaring in the Danxue Cave." Just thinking about it was...wow.

(End of this chapter)