Hogwarts Asylum

When Neville followed Seamus back to the common room after complaining all the way, Ron was playing wizard chess with an upperclassman.

On the chessboard, Ron was holding the black chess piece. At this time, the black chess pieces were very arrogant, especially the king, who shouted "Kill them all" while waving the big sword in his hand.

The white chess piece looked depressed, and the white queen had long since disappeared.

Seeing Seamus and Neville return, Ron casually asked his black queen to advance a few steps, pointed his sword at the white king, and then stopped caring about the chessboard.

The senior didn't pay attention to Ron's departure. He was thinking hard about how to let his king escape the murderous hands of the Black Queen.

"Neville, Seamus, where are your fish?" Ron asked curiously.

Seamus rolled his eyes and said nothing.

Neville shrugged and said, "The hook was bitten off by a big fish. Let's come back to get the Charms homework."

"Homework?" Ron also forgot about the Charms homework, but he was not in a hurry, "Isn't it due next week?"

At this time, Harry also came back. When he heard Ron's words, he counted on his fingers: "There are also Potions homework, Transfiguration homework, Herbology homework, Astronomy homework..."

"Wait, when is the Herbology homework due?" Ron interrupted Harry.

"Next Monday, Professor Sprout said." Harry said and walked towards the dormitory.

"That's not right, the Herbal Medicine class homework is assigned on Wednesday. Shouldn't it be due after the Herbal Medicine class on Wednesday?" Ron glanced at the senior who had finally given up his struggle and was cleaning up the chessboard, and then chased into the dormitory.

In the dormitory, the strange bird that flew in in the morning had long since left, and Harry's Hedwig was taking a nap on the shelf.

"Hell, why do we have so much homework?" Ron complained as he took out a stack of parchment paper. Each piece was 12 inches long. He counted six pieces in total.

"It's pretty good." Seamus also packed his things, "I heard that sometimes Professor Sprout will ask senior students to raise a pot of herbs for homework. If you grow them, you will get extra points at the end of the semester."

"Then I'd rather write more..." Ron said. He felt that if he was allowed to raise a pot of herbs, the herbs would be raised to death within a few days.

"It would be great if we could also grow herbs." Neville's reaction was the opposite of Ron's. He thought growing herbs by himself was quite interesting, not to mention that he could get extra points.

After everyone packed up their things, they headed to the library.

Many people didn't have classes in the afternoon, and the common room was too noisy, so I had to go to the library.

In the library, Hermione tucked the astronomy homework she had just finished into her astronomy textbook, and then took out a new piece of parchment and the Transfiguration textbook.

But she did not start writing immediately, but carefully observed Malfoy sitting diagonally opposite.

After Malfoy came over in the afternoon with a few books he had never seen before in the library, he would be in a daze from time to time, as if he had something on his mind, which was completely different from usual.

Hermione guessed that Malfoy might be worried about Professor O'Loughlin from the school hospital.

At this time, Draco was staring blankly at the human anatomy diagram in the biology book.

At noon, when he was not allowed by Madam Pomfrey to visit Mr. O'Loughlin, he returned to his dormitory and dug out this book. This book was about the anatomy of common human organs and was sent by his mother. One of many books.

However, it was Draco's first time to read this book, because when he was reading other biology books before, Mr. O'Loughlin said that he taught alchemy in the direction of creation and rarely used biological knowledge, so Draco Coe put the book away at that time.

The reason why he turned out this book this time was because Draco wanted to see how Muggles viewed the brain. It would be best if he could help Mr. Auroran.

It's just that the content of this book is a bit difficult to digest. Draco doesn't know many words at all, such as Hypothalamus, a 12-letter word. What does it mean?

It doesn't matter if you don't know the words. The worst thing you can do is buy a dictionary published by Muggles and look it up, but some of the contents are also very strange.

For example, the book says that the brain cannot feel pain, and that the brain is also divided into genders, etc.

Why are Muggles so weird about their own research...

Thanks to these confusing contents, Draco was in a daze from time to time.

In the corridor, Harry and others were laughing all the way. The closer they got to the library, the more unrestrained they became.

At this time, Seamus was showing off to Ron that he almost caught a big fish.

"Just a little bit, Ron, just a little bit worse." Seamo vividly described the scene of his battle of wits and courage with the big fish, "At the last moment, the big fish bit off the fishing line..."

"What a pity." Ron looked regretful. "If you pull the fish up, then maybe we can go to the Hufflepuff common room to join their carnival."

"Carnival?" Everyone was a little confused.

"Yeah, orgies. Fred and the others said that Hufflepuffs often hold orgies in the common room."

Ron's mind pictured a scene of a bunch of delicacies being put on the table. "They will use the vegetables they grow themselves and the ingredients from the kitchen to make a feast."

"Hufflepuff is great." Neville sighed. Although his life in Gryffindor has been pretty good since the beginning of the school year, he still regrets that he was not sorted into Hufflepuff. .

"I heard they have an endless barrel of butterbeer in the common room," Ron added.

"Aren't you allowed to drink?" Harry asked doubtfully.

Ron looked around and whispered: "Only seniors can drink, but you know, Filch can't enter the common room, so no one really cares."

"By the way, Harry, what did you go to Hagrid to talk about?" Seamus asked.

"Oh, Hagrid introduced me to a new friend." Harry replied casually.

"New friends? Are there any new professors? I heard that Professor Petrova may leave during the Christmas vacation." Ron said.

"No, but it has something to do with Professor Petrova. It's the little leprechaun she brought last night. His name is Ubudan, and he's the king of leprechauns in Ireland."

"Leprechaun?! Or the leprechaun king?!" Ron exclaimed.

He suddenly remembered the two big bags of Knuts he saw when he went to Fred's dormitory at noon. George said that they earned them with the gold coins last night, which made Ron envious. Unfortunately, he didn't have any last night. Grab the gold coins.

Thinking of this, Ron couldn't help but ask: "Harry, can you ask the little leprechaun king to get more gold coins?"

"That's false, Ron." Harry knew that Ron was a bit of a money-crazy, so he reminded him, "Fred and George should have told you, right?"

"Of course I know it's fake." Ron leaned closer to Harry and whispered, "I mean, we can also mix fake gold coins with real Galleons like Fred and the others, and then touch 20 Knuts at a time... …No, as long as 19 Knuts is enough, we will definitely make a fortune.”

Hearing Ron's fantasy, Seamus couldn't help but pat Ron on the shoulder and said: "Wake up, Ron, you don't have Galleons."

"Harry does," Ron said matter-of-factly.

"That's Harry's money." Seamus laughed.

"At that time, I will be responsible for selling the gold coins, and Harry will be responsible for collecting the money. In the end, we..." Ron paused, thinking about how to divide the money. The Galleons were provided by Harry, and [-]-[-] would be too unfair. He said, "In the end we split the score, so what? It's a good deal."

"You asked Harry to help you get fake gold coins, and then asked Harry to provide you with real Galleons, and finally asked Harry to give you [-]%?" Seamus sneered, "Wake up, Ron, why doesn't Harry do it himself? Come here? All the money you make this way belongs to him."

Ron's face flushed with excitement from Seamus' words, and coupled with his red hair, the whole head looked like an upside-down red lantern.

Seeing this, Neville pulled Seamus, first motioning him to stop talking, and then said, "Harry doesn't have time, he still has the Quidditch game."

"Yes! That's right, that's it. Harry has to practice Quidditch and doesn't have time." Ron seemed to be grabbing a life-saving straw, but he didn't continue to mention his big deal.

"Speaking of Quidditch." Harry, who had been silent for a while, finally spoke again, "Hagrid said that my father's flying talent was extremely powerful, and Professor McGonagall also said that, but they all felt sorry for my father, because There's always someone who can kill Gryffindor, but Hagrid won't say who that person is..."

As soon as Harry finished speaking, Neville, Seamus and Ron all thought of the same person.

"I guess..." Ron said uncertainly, because he didn't know what year Harry's parents went to school in. "The three of us saw a man in the trophy room before. He topped Hogwarts for six consecutive years. This is the fastest time to catch the Golden Snitch since the school was founded."

"So powerful?!" Harry was surprised. "Wood never said that. He only said that the longest Quidditch record is three months."

"You know that person too," Seamus said.

"I know him? It can't be..." Snape with a foul face and oily hair appeared in Harry's mind.

"Yes, it's what you think." Ron said.

"Impossible! How could Snape..." Harry shouted, even to death he couldn't believe that Snape could be so powerful.

"Uh-" Ron scratched his head, a little embarrassed.

"It's Professor O'Loughlin from the school hospital," Neville corrected. He was deeply impressed by this incident, because Professor O'Loughlin's middle name was so strange that it was hard to forget.

"Oluolin?" Harry remembered that Hagrid blamed Orolin for the death of many magical creatures in the Forbidden Forest. It turned out that those magical creatures could eat people!This made Harry very embarrassed. He felt that he might have wrongly blamed Eurolin, but the unicorn was innocent after all, so Eurolin's suspicion could not be ruled out.

"Yes, Professor O'Loughlin, he became an official Quidditch player in the first grade just like you." Seamus agreed.

"Becoming an official player in the first grade?" Harry's attention was suddenly drawn back. "Wood said that I am the youngest official Quidditch player in the past century..."

"That's because he was born at the end of the year." Seamus had the best memory and remembered some information. "He was 12 years old when he went to school."

"He also has a weird middle name." Ron also said.

"Yes, that's what I was about to say." Neville echoed in a low voice, "Professor O'Loughlin's middle name is actually 'Squib'."

"What's a squib?" Harry didn't know what the word meant yet.

"It's a person who was born in a wizarding family but has no magical talent." Ron lowered his voice and explained, "In the magical world, such people are second-class citizens."

"I heard that Filch is a squib." Seamus also lowered his voice.

"But..." Harry couldn't help but whisper as the three of them led him, "Oluolin can do magic, right? He can't be a squib."

"Maybe that's just a coincidence." Compared to Neville and Ron, who were more concerned about the word squib, Seamus was more relaxed, "Maybe it's called firecracker."

Harry nodded. This explanation was indeed more reasonable. After all, Orolin was a Slytherin, which meant that at least one of his parents was a wizard. It was impossible not to know the meaning of a squib.

The four of them were chatting all the way, and when they saw the door of the library, they were suddenly stopped by an uninvited guest.

"Hehehe, it's the boy Malefak who survived the catastrophe and his followers. Hello, do you want to come and play hide and seek?"

Peeves laughed and floated in the air, "Filch is gone. This castle is too boring. Come and play with me."

"Get out of here, Peeves," Ron shouted angrily.

"We're going to the library and I don't have time to play with you right now, Peeves." Harry was a little gentler than Ron, but not much better.

Peeves glared at Ron and Harry, as if irritated by their tone, and suddenly put his hand into his crotch.

When Neville saw this scene, he hurriedly hid behind Seamus, because every time Peeves put his hand into his crotch, it meant that he would take out various prank props.

Sure enough, the next moment, Peeves took out a cardboard box from his crotch. Harry and others recognized it at a glance as the chalk box in the History of Magic classroom. It seemed that Peeves took advantage of Professor Binns's attention again. , stole the chalk there, poor Professor Binns.

"Run!" Neville saw Peeves' chalk box and immediately recalled that every time he was alone, Peeves was always chasing him and hitting his head with chalk.

With that said, Neville was about to turn around and run away, but was held back by Seamus.

"Don't be afraid of it, Neville, there are more of us." Seamus confidently took out his wand and pointed it at Peeves.

"Yes, we have a lot of people." Ron also took out his wand, but unlike Seamus, he was just posing. The moment he took out his wand, he drew a semicircle and shouted at the same time , "The chalk is flying——"

Unfortunately, Ron had a good idea, but Peeves couldn't hide it. When Ron was chanting the curse, he opened the chalk box in his hand and scattered all the chalk heads inside into the sky.

This method is the best to deal with this little wizard who can't control magic well, and it's especially fun.

Sure enough, as soon as Ron finished reciting the spell, the next moment, all the chalk heads in mid-air flew towards Ron under the influence of the flying spell.