NOVEL FROG Moonlight Life at Hogwarts
Chapter 86 Upstairs and Downstairs
Chapter 86 Upstairs and Downstairs
Although Harry's answer at the time was a bit embarrassing, he had indeed made progress in learning Occlumency, which made Ivan breathe a sigh of relief, as long as he has made progress.
As for whether this will spoil the plot...
What are you talking about?
Isn't the plot destroyed enough?
Why do everything come true, the unknown is also full of charm.
The arrival of the first winter snow also means that Christmas will come again soon. Ivan still remembers that last year, Hermione wove a scarf for himself, and after wearing it once, he used a very beautiful box Treasured it, for fear of bumping into it... Cough~ It actually hurts a bit.
Sitting in Professor McGonagall's stone house, the flame in the fireplace was burning fiercely, as if it was brighter than before. Ivan was lying on the sofa in a quilt, looking very lazy, and the good girl Hermione was holding a The magic book sat cross-legged next to Ivan, and Professor McGonagall sat across from them, slowly drinking a cup of milk tea with a newspaper in his hand. The atmosphere was very warm.
"Mr. McGonagall, do you have time during the Christmas vacation?" Ivan, who only showed his head, suddenly asked curiously. He wanted to invite Professor McGonagall to his home for Christmas. You know, Christmas The holidays are still long.
"Christmas?" Professor McGonagall stood up and walked to a wall where there was her memo, and she had to read it every day when she went out, so as not to forget anything. Sure enough, the few days during the Christmas holiday God, the memo is blank.
"Mr. McGonagall, can I invite you to our house?" Ivan blinked and looked at Professor McGonagall.
"To your house as a guest?" Professor McGonagall was taken aback. After all these years, Ivan was the first to make this request. She instinctively wanted to refuse, but she didn't know how to speak for a while. This was different from other people's proposals. The requirements are different. If you meet the regulations, then you should follow the regulations. If you don’t meet the regulations, you just need to lay out the regulations. But this time...
Professor McGonagall thought for a while and said, "Let me think about it."
"Really? Mr. McGonagall! I will definitely write to my parents and prepare well!" Ivan said in surprise.
What?Professor McGonagall froze, did I mean to agree just now?
Sitting there, Hermione covered her mouth and snickered, closed the magic book in her hand and hit Ivan on the head lightly. Since Ivan went back, she probably would go back then.
Professor McGonagall poked Ivan's forehead with his fingers angrily, and Ivan immediately shook back and forth like a tumbler. Seeing this, Professor McGonagall sighed helplessly, and glanced at the clock on the wall, "OK It's getting late, you two should go back."
"Ahem, Professor McGonagall, it's snowing so much outside, I think it's good to sleep here." Saying this, Ivan has closed his eyes, as if I'm already asleep, and no one will bother me Looking at my appearance, Professor McGonagall sighed again. If it was before, she would have to give Ivan a good lesson, but now...forget it.
Looking outside through the small window, the original heavy snow had turned into a blizzard at this time, and now it would be a bit bad to let the two of them go back.
Thinking so, Professor McGonagall stretched out his fingers and used transfiguration to transform the original sofa into a bed, then glanced at Hermione again, and found that Hermione had brought a quilt from the sofa next to her.
"Actually... we can use a quilt." Ivan suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Hermione. "With Mr. McGonagall, I will not do anything, I swear!"
This time, Hermione didn't need to refute. Professor McGonagall directly swept over with sharp eyes, and Ivan shut his mouth immediately, and he couldn't afford to provoke him.
"Okay, go to bed quickly, we have class tomorrow!" Professor McGonagall said as sternly as possible, and the room darkened immediately with a wave of his hand, leaving only a candle burning slowly on the table.
"Yeah, good night, teacher." Ivan behaved very well, Professor McGonagall nodded, then bent down to help Ivan and Hermione tuck the quilt, and then went upstairs. Her bedroom is very hidden , is behind a secret door in the study, which is where Ai Wen lay in a coma before.
Sitting on her bed, Professor McGonagall was suddenly a little dazed, and slowly looked around her stone house. She suddenly felt that her house was a little too simple.
Ah, maybe.
Hogsmeade,
A small white villa,
he and she...
he and she...
two and two,
How similar.
She seemed to see something in front of her eyes, but she didn't see anything.
I thought that the memory would gradually disappear with time, but I didn't expect it to become more and more unforgettable.
a long time,
A tear fell from the corner of her eye, and with a wave of her hand, the room darkened immediately, but the people in the room couldn't sleep.
……
"Hermione, I can't sleep..." On the big bed downstairs, Ivan rolled around twice, and the quilt wrapped around him like this, wrapping him into a caterpillar.
"What do you want to do? I warn you, Mr. McGonagall is upstairs." Hermione immediately moved to the other side very vigilantly, cherishing life and staying away from Ivan.
"Am I such an evil person?"
"Does it need to be said?" Hermione complained, "I don't know who touches me every day."
"Cough ~ why are you so innocent?" Ai Wen's eyes widened, "The matter between the two of us, can that be called physical manipulation?"
"Otherwise? What's that called? You unilaterally did something wrong to me?" Hermione complained again, "Ivan, I didn't say you, if you do this again, I will tell Mr. McGonagall, let She tied you up and hung you up!"
Hey, this chick's ability to complain has improved.
Ai Wen expressed some dissatisfaction. The girl over there had already imitated Ai Wen's appearance just now and wrapped herself into a caterpillar, rolling towards him.
"Okay, okay, I'll give you a hand, I'm satisfied now." Hermione pulled out a hand from the quilt with great difficulty, and stretched it out in front of Ivan, and Ivan immediately held the girl's little hand.
"Satisfied, I can fall asleep now." Ivan nodded, and turned off the lights on the table. The room that was still a little bright now had no light at all.
The blizzard outside the window gradually raged.
An old witch upstairs, and two caterpillars downstairs.
The people upstairs stared at the roof, unable to fall asleep for a long time.
The two downstairs held hands and gradually fell asleep.
……
……
PS: It’s so embarrassing. Originally, I only wanted to write four or five hundred words to invite Mr. McGonagall, but I didn’t expect to write it smoothly, so I wrote two thousand words...
By the way, does this count as hydrology?
(End of this chapter)
Although Harry's answer at the time was a bit embarrassing, he had indeed made progress in learning Occlumency, which made Ivan breathe a sigh of relief, as long as he has made progress.
As for whether this will spoil the plot...
What are you talking about?
Isn't the plot destroyed enough?
Why do everything come true, the unknown is also full of charm.
The arrival of the first winter snow also means that Christmas will come again soon. Ivan still remembers that last year, Hermione wove a scarf for himself, and after wearing it once, he used a very beautiful box Treasured it, for fear of bumping into it... Cough~ It actually hurts a bit.
Sitting in Professor McGonagall's stone house, the flame in the fireplace was burning fiercely, as if it was brighter than before. Ivan was lying on the sofa in a quilt, looking very lazy, and the good girl Hermione was holding a The magic book sat cross-legged next to Ivan, and Professor McGonagall sat across from them, slowly drinking a cup of milk tea with a newspaper in his hand. The atmosphere was very warm.
"Mr. McGonagall, do you have time during the Christmas vacation?" Ivan, who only showed his head, suddenly asked curiously. He wanted to invite Professor McGonagall to his home for Christmas. You know, Christmas The holidays are still long.
"Christmas?" Professor McGonagall stood up and walked to a wall where there was her memo, and she had to read it every day when she went out, so as not to forget anything. Sure enough, the few days during the Christmas holiday God, the memo is blank.
"Mr. McGonagall, can I invite you to our house?" Ivan blinked and looked at Professor McGonagall.
"To your house as a guest?" Professor McGonagall was taken aback. After all these years, Ivan was the first to make this request. She instinctively wanted to refuse, but she didn't know how to speak for a while. This was different from other people's proposals. The requirements are different. If you meet the regulations, then you should follow the regulations. If you don’t meet the regulations, you just need to lay out the regulations. But this time...
Professor McGonagall thought for a while and said, "Let me think about it."
"Really? Mr. McGonagall! I will definitely write to my parents and prepare well!" Ivan said in surprise.
What?Professor McGonagall froze, did I mean to agree just now?
Sitting there, Hermione covered her mouth and snickered, closed the magic book in her hand and hit Ivan on the head lightly. Since Ivan went back, she probably would go back then.
Professor McGonagall poked Ivan's forehead with his fingers angrily, and Ivan immediately shook back and forth like a tumbler. Seeing this, Professor McGonagall sighed helplessly, and glanced at the clock on the wall, "OK It's getting late, you two should go back."
"Ahem, Professor McGonagall, it's snowing so much outside, I think it's good to sleep here." Saying this, Ivan has closed his eyes, as if I'm already asleep, and no one will bother me Looking at my appearance, Professor McGonagall sighed again. If it was before, she would have to give Ivan a good lesson, but now...forget it.
Looking outside through the small window, the original heavy snow had turned into a blizzard at this time, and now it would be a bit bad to let the two of them go back.
Thinking so, Professor McGonagall stretched out his fingers and used transfiguration to transform the original sofa into a bed, then glanced at Hermione again, and found that Hermione had brought a quilt from the sofa next to her.
"Actually... we can use a quilt." Ivan suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Hermione. "With Mr. McGonagall, I will not do anything, I swear!"
This time, Hermione didn't need to refute. Professor McGonagall directly swept over with sharp eyes, and Ivan shut his mouth immediately, and he couldn't afford to provoke him.
"Okay, go to bed quickly, we have class tomorrow!" Professor McGonagall said as sternly as possible, and the room darkened immediately with a wave of his hand, leaving only a candle burning slowly on the table.
"Yeah, good night, teacher." Ivan behaved very well, Professor McGonagall nodded, then bent down to help Ivan and Hermione tuck the quilt, and then went upstairs. Her bedroom is very hidden , is behind a secret door in the study, which is where Ai Wen lay in a coma before.
Sitting on her bed, Professor McGonagall was suddenly a little dazed, and slowly looked around her stone house. She suddenly felt that her house was a little too simple.
Ah, maybe.
Hogsmeade,
A small white villa,
he and she...
he and she...
two and two,
How similar.
She seemed to see something in front of her eyes, but she didn't see anything.
I thought that the memory would gradually disappear with time, but I didn't expect it to become more and more unforgettable.
a long time,
A tear fell from the corner of her eye, and with a wave of her hand, the room darkened immediately, but the people in the room couldn't sleep.
……
"Hermione, I can't sleep..." On the big bed downstairs, Ivan rolled around twice, and the quilt wrapped around him like this, wrapping him into a caterpillar.
"What do you want to do? I warn you, Mr. McGonagall is upstairs." Hermione immediately moved to the other side very vigilantly, cherishing life and staying away from Ivan.
"Am I such an evil person?"
"Does it need to be said?" Hermione complained, "I don't know who touches me every day."
"Cough ~ why are you so innocent?" Ai Wen's eyes widened, "The matter between the two of us, can that be called physical manipulation?"
"Otherwise? What's that called? You unilaterally did something wrong to me?" Hermione complained again, "Ivan, I didn't say you, if you do this again, I will tell Mr. McGonagall, let She tied you up and hung you up!"
Hey, this chick's ability to complain has improved.
Ai Wen expressed some dissatisfaction. The girl over there had already imitated Ai Wen's appearance just now and wrapped herself into a caterpillar, rolling towards him.
"Okay, okay, I'll give you a hand, I'm satisfied now." Hermione pulled out a hand from the quilt with great difficulty, and stretched it out in front of Ivan, and Ivan immediately held the girl's little hand.
"Satisfied, I can fall asleep now." Ivan nodded, and turned off the lights on the table. The room that was still a little bright now had no light at all.
The blizzard outside the window gradually raged.
An old witch upstairs, and two caterpillars downstairs.
The people upstairs stared at the roof, unable to fall asleep for a long time.
The two downstairs held hands and gradually fell asleep.
……
……
PS: It’s so embarrassing. Originally, I only wanted to write four or five hundred words to invite Mr. McGonagall, but I didn’t expect to write it smoothly, so I wrote two thousand words...
By the way, does this count as hydrology?
(End of this chapter)
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