The Plane Merchant of Hogwarts

Chapter 174 School closure before Christmas

Harry was really frightened by the girl and was not ready to continue visiting Hogsmeade. He immediately helped carry the girl to Madam Pomfrey's school doctor's office.

Rolf and the others didn't care about butterbeer and quickly helped Harry to end their trip to Hogsmeade early.

But when they arrived at the school doctor's office, there was a sea of ​​people there. Madam Pomfrey was heard shouting: "Come on, hurry up, I told you you're not sick. I don't have any place for you to sleep here."

"Madam, she suddenly passed out in the Three Broomsticks Bar. Please help her," Harry said anxiously, carrying her to Pomfrey.

"Okay, sir, just leave it here. You can leave now. I have enough people here," Madam Pomfrey said perfunctorily without raising her head.

When they walked out, Malfoy was still saying: "Crabbe and Goyle have been lethargic recently. I don't know what happened to them."

Sleepy Rolf suddenly remembered the last time Harry fainted on the Quidditch pitch, and he once again secretly infiltrated his mental power into Harry's sea of ​​consciousness.

Sure enough, this time a purple seed was actually found in Harry's sea of ​​consciousness. Rolf quickly used his mental power to take out the seed.

Didn't you find out before that it takes time for seeds to develop?

Harry was shocked, and then he said inexplicably: "Does that butterbeer have a refreshing effect? ​​Why do I feel like I have so much energy?"

Rolf smiled noncommittally after hearing this. Yes, butterbeer can refresh you. Go drink more of it.

However, when he saw so many sleeping little wizards lying in the school doctor's office, he couldn't help but think about the reason.

Could it be that in the world of Harry Potter, there are fragments of the Lord of Dreams' godhead that accidentally landed in Hogwarts Castle?

However, since Christmas is coming soon, the little wizards probably won't stay in school anymore.

Therefore, even if Rolf wanted to find out the reason and find the fragments of the dream lord's godhead, he would probably have to wait until he came back.

But this optimistic attitude was completely interrupted by a large number of comas before Christmas.

"Children" During lunch the day before Christmas vacation, Dumbledore stood on the classroom bench and motioned for all the students to look at him.

"I am very rare to tell you that there is a problem during this year's Christmas vacation. As you know, more and more students are falling asleep."

When the little wizards below heard that they might not be able to go home for Christmas this year, they all seemed to be in a panic, and they were all chirping.

"Silence" Dumbledore used the loud voice spell to temporarily shock the young wizards, and then continued: "Now the professors at the school are working hard to study what causes them to sleep.

At the same time, it is also to prevent this situation from being brought out of the campus, or that you will never come back because you are not treated in time, so we decided to close the school.

We will send formal letters to your families via owl, so don't think too much and enjoy your lunch in peace. "

However, after hearing such words, no one could eat with peace of mind. Everyone fell into the fear of sleeping forever.

History of Magic is the most boring subject on the curriculum for all little wizards, and among all their teachers, only Professor Binns, who teaches this subject, is a ghost.

The most exciting thing about his class was watching him walk across the blackboard and into the classroom.

He was very old and his flesh was so shriveled that many people said he did not notice that he was dead.

While he was still alive, he stood up one day to go to class and accidentally left his body in an armchair in front of the fire in the staff room.Since then, all his daily activities have remained unchanged.

Today, the class was as boring as usual. Professor Binns opened his notes and read in a dry, low monotone voice.

The sound was like an old vacuum cleaner, and by the end the whole class was drowsy. Occasionally, they would come back to their senses, copy down a name or a date, and then fall into a semi-sleep state again.

After he spoke for half an hour, something happened that had never happened before. Mr. Malfoy raised his hand high in the air.

Professor Binns was explaining the history of the development of magic in the world very boringly. He looked up and looked very surprised.

"Sir, what can I do for you?" It seemed that this was the first time Professor Binns had encountered a student asking such a question, so he was a little at a loss.

"Professor, I wonder if you could tell me what you think of this collective sleep incident," Malfoy asked.

Crabbe, who had been staring out the window with his mouth open just now, suddenly woke up from his trance. Goyle lifted his head from his arms and lowered his elbows from the table.

Professor Binns blinked, seemingly not understanding the situation in front of him.

"My subject is the history of magic," he said in his dry, breathless voice. "I study facts, sir, not myths and legends."

He cleared his throat, made a soft sound like breaking chalk, and continued: "In October of that year, a dedicated group of magicians from Sadin Island"

He stammered and paused, as Malfoy again reluctantly raised his hands in the air and waved them.

"I would like to ask, sir, legends are based on certain facts, aren't they?"

Professor Binns looked at him, extremely surprised. Rolf was sure that no student, whether alive or dead, had ever interrupted Professor Binns like this.

"Well," Professor Binns said slowly, "Yeah, I guess you could say that." He looked at Malfoy hard, as if he had never looked at a student properly before.

"However, what you are talking about has never been a mysterious incident."

Now, the whole class was listening intently to every word Professor Binns said.

He looked at them dimly, and every face was turned towards him.

Rolfe could see that Mr. Binns was troubled by this unusual interest.

Professor Binns' class paused. He first looked around the classroom with his blurred vision, and then continued:

"I only remember that the Ministry of Magic in the United States once wiped the memory of the entire city with the help of a crouching demon. After that, all Muggles fell into a deep sleep."

Professor Binns paused again, pursing his lips like a wrinkled old turtle.

"Reliable historical information tells us this, I don't know the rest." After he finished speaking, he continued to talk about his history of magic.

The class fell silent, but not the sleepy silence that usually characterized Professor Binns' classes.Everyone continued to stare at him, hoping that he would continue speaking. The atmosphere was unsettling, and Professor Binns looked slightly annoyed.

Some people wanted to raise their hands and continue asking questions, but Professor Binns was not prepared to pay attention, for fear that another student would ask some weird questions.

The results proved that Professor Binns' deliberate ignoring strategy was still effective. Within 5 minutes, the students fell into a drowsy state of sleep again. It was not clear whether it was because of the Lord of Dreams or some other reason.

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