“No!!”
Even Simon couldn't stand it anymore! Another explosion? Did he really have no magical talent!
Harry, who was watching the video of himself with half a blackened face, quietly said to Ron next to him: "Potions class, let's switch seats."
"No, Harry!" Ron shook his head like a rattle!
Are you kidding? Sitting next to Simon, there was obviously a danger to life, okay?
Even Professor Flitwick, who was on the podium, silently made up his mind that he would definitely stay away from Simon during tomorrow's class, just to avoid getting a face full of ashes from an explosion.
At this moment, the third video was played.
［The Great Hall again. This time, Neville Longbottom hopped in from outside. Obviously, his legs were under an Immobilizing Charm, and he couldn't move them.］
"No! My legs!" Neville saw this and immediately felt unhappy. Why were his legs immobilized?
Without thinking, it must be Malfoy and the others who did it!
And what was even more frightening was still to come.
［“Neville! I'll help you break the curse!” As a good friend, Simon stepped forward without hesitation.］
Looking at the enthusiastic Simon, even though Neville was already swaying, he still declined Simon's offer.
“No! Simon! You'll set my knees on fire!”］
Simon…
Simon looked at Neville next to him unhappily. What was going on! As good friends and roommates, didn’t even you trust me!
Neville, however, breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that his legs were safe.
［Hearing Neville's words, Simon also unhappily argued for himself loudly.
“Longbottom! I don't want to be ridiculed by you! And if anyone notices! My eyebrows have grown back!”］
Righteous indignation! Full of confidence!
Looking at Simon, so confident in the picture, Neville suddenly felt a little ashamed. Did he trust his friend too little? It was just a curse-breaking, Simon should be able to do it, right.
Then…
［Then, Simon turned his head quietly, leaving everyone with a blank, hairless back of his head...］
“Pfft!”
Ron couldn't help but almost spit out the milk in his mouth. What the heck, you thought you had made progress! But you're still the same!
You've lost all your hair! If you keep trying! You won't have any hair left in front either.
On the podium, McGonagall also had a headache and covered her forehead. After all, she was the student of her house, and it was a little hard to see her being publicly executed like this.
However, Dumbledore on the side showed a kind smile: "Minerva, as a wizard, if he can only use blasting magic, then maybe he is a fool. But if he can use blasting magic for any kind of magic, then maybe he is a different kind of genius."
Huh? Could you understand it that way?
McGonagall looked at Simon below. She could clearly see that Simon was already feeling uncomfortable. He felt like everyone around him was laughing at him. He quietly put down his wand and stood up, saying,
"I'm full."
He was about to go back to the dorm.
However, Zhang Dong pulled him back at this moment.
"Simon, don't you want to see what happens next?"
Looking at Zhang Dong's eyes, Simon also felt a warmth. Zhang Dong was right, since he had already lost face, he might as well see what he looked like afterwards.
Since it's already like this.
Simon sat back down, and at this moment, the fourth video was played, but this time, the style was completely different from before!
［The corridors of Hogwarts, a group of figures were striding towards the outside, and at the forefront was Professor McGonagall. Beside her was Professor Flitwick, wearing a suit and tie, his hair and beard neatly combed, and two young men around eighteen years old.］
"That's!! Me!" McGonagall looked at herself in the screen. The woman in the image had many more wrinkles, and her hair had turned gray, but it was clearly her.
"Obviously, this should be many years later, Minerva." Dumbledore thought for a moment and guessed the answer. He stroked his gray beard, not sure what he was thinking.
Flitwick on the side looked at his image and his eyes lit up: "This look seems pretty good, maybe I should change my look."
On the other hand, Ron below widened his eyes in disbelief at the image on the screen. His attention was mainly focused on the woman behind Minerva!
Molly Weasley! That! It was his mother!
"Oh my god! How did she get to Hogwarts! Did I do something wrong and she stormed into Hogwarts to get me? No!!"
"Haha, Ron, it looks like you're done." Fred and George ran to their younger brother and teased him happily.
They were so happy to see their brother being unlucky.
However, Ron suddenly realized something. He pointed at his two elder brothers and shouted: "No, maybe it was you two who did something wrong and mom came to get you! After all, you two have a much higher chance of causing trouble than me!"
However, Fred smiled and stroked Ron's hair: "Hey, Ron, look at the time in the picture. The young man next to Professor McGonagall, although he's changed quite a bit, is obviously Mr. Neville Longbottom next to you, which means!"
George: "We two! We've already graduated!"
Fred smiled even more happily: "Maybe at this time, we're already happily exploring the wizarding world, "
George: "We'll be fighting Death Eaters!"
Fred: "Or maybe we'll open a fun prank shop."
George: "Oh my god, that's a great idea!"
Fred then happily looked at Ron and said: "Anyway, we're definitely out there having fun, so,"
George: "Mom must be looking for you. After all, Ginny is so well-behaved, it wouldn't be her causing trouble, right?"
Looking at his two brothers showing off, Ron bit into his chicken leg unhappily.
These two brothers, the most annoying!