Chapter 235 Am I That Scary?

"Sneering at the professor behind his back must be something that can make you feel very happy~...Weasley!"

Hearing this iconic voice, Ron swallowed, trembling all over, feeling a chill down his spine. He turned tremblingly and opened his mouth to explain something, but he stuttered as soon as he saw Snape's sullen face.

"Hiss~...Professor Snape~..."

It was only then that he remembered that get out of class had just ended, and Snape estimated that he had just packed up the teaching materials and came out, and then he hit the gun...

Carl on the side couldn't help but look at Ron with pity. Every time this unlucky kid spoke ill of others behind his back, he would always be caught on the spot. Hermione is like this, so is Professor McGonagall, how can Snape escape?

"Slandering the professor behind your back, deducting thirty points from Gryffindor! Tsk tsk~ I seem to remember that your confinement just ended not long ago... It seems that you are going back to Filch again..."

Snape flicked his black cloak gloomily, drifted away after judging Ron's crimes, he didn't want to see Carl at all now.

Ron was crying, and his heart was full of despair. He had just escaped from Filch's clutches, and now he was caught in the trap again.

"Don't be sad... After all, Filch is not a devil. It's nothing more than asking you to clean the toilet and go for a walk in the Forbidden Forest in the middle of the night. It's no big deal, and it's not the first time anyway..."

Carl patted Ron's shoulder earnestly with a suppressed smile, encouraging him to be strong.

"By the way, where's your mouse? I'm not very proficient in the creature-transfiguration spell taught by Professor McGonagall recently, so~, um...

And I think it looks like a sickly and unhealthy son recently, as far as I know Madam Pomfrey is not a part-time veterinarian, but I am different, I am deeply taught by Professor Snape..."

After comforting Ron, Carl went straight to the point. He didn't forget his original purpose.

"You still need to practice your Transfiguration?! You just kill me!

And Banban is doing well recently! "

Ron scratched his head and asked helplessly, but he still reached out and took Scabbers out of his pocket.

The food at the Weasleys' house couldn't be compared with the Hogwarts cafeteria at all. This gray-black mouse was raised by Ron to be chubby, and its black fur was shiny.

Karl looked at the round mouse with a calm expression, and stroked his chin thoughtfully, as if he was thinking about something.

"Squeak, squeak... squeak!!"

The air in the pocket wasn't very good, and Banban, who finally got out of the closed pocket, let out two joyful cries. Just when he turned his head, he saw that Karl was looking at him with evil eyes, and heard that the other party wanted to use him to practice transfiguration, Banban let out a frightened and ear-piercing scream, and the two little ones Claws flopped and scrambled into Ron's pocket.

He had just stolen Carl's things on the front foot, and the other party who was not very interested in him came up to him on the back foot. He has been by Ron's side all the time, asking himself how much he knows about Carl's strength, he is a guilty group...

"Look, I'll just say it. It looks like it's not only in poor health recently, but even a little manic. It's very likely that it's sick! It's not as good as us..." Karl rubbed his fists and said firmly.

Then what's wrong with your eager and eager expression? Are you sure Banban wasn't scared by you? Hermione and Harry looked at Carl with strange expressions on their faces.

Banban poked his head out of Ron's pocket and shook it crazily, saying that he was in good health and showed no signs of illness at all.

"What are your expressions? Am I that scary?"

Carl touched his cheek, not understanding what the three of them meant at all.

However, in response to him, the three of them nodded in tacit understanding. Since he fought Snape that day, they understood why Carl almost always opposed Snape at the beginning, but the other party has not often picked on him recently. , because it is possible that you can't fight!

It's such a sad story...

...

After some twists and turns, Ron finally agreed after Carl assured that only practicing Transfiguration would not hurt Scabbers and paid a lot of snacks. This made him feel that children are easy to deceive, and it is much easier than dealing with old bats, and the two are not of the same order of magnitude.

"Ouch!"

Ron let out a cry of pain, and Banban, who was sent out by his master, struggled frantically with a face of despair, and even cut his fingers with his little claws.

"Dimension · Imprisonment!"

Karl muttered a sentence in his heart, his fingertips were faintly flickering with purple awns, and they stretched forward.

Banban could only watch in horror as Carl's palm approached inch by inch, and then felt that the back of his neck was lifted by him, and he could only wave his paws weakly, looking pitiful.

But soon, he couldn't even swing his claws anymore. The power of the dimension came from all directions through Karl's palm, and soon imprisoned him so that he couldn't move, and in the end it was extremely difficult to even call out.

Ron obviously didn't have the level to notice Carl's small movements, so instead he looked at Banban quite strangely. Wasn't this quite fun just now? Why is it all over now?

After getting what he wanted, Carl chatted with Harry and the others for a while before leaving until the class was about to start. He gently stroked the extremely soft fur of the gray-black mouse, and walked towards the Room of Requirement on the eighth floor with a smile on his face. Anyway, the next class was Snape's class, so he couldn't do anything to himself, no It doesn't matter if you go up.

At this moment, Banban struggled in Karl's hand for a while, but after finding no effect at all, he had no choice but to give up the idea of ​​escaping. Although he knew that it was possible to break free by mobilizing the magic power of his whole body in the form of Animagus, he didn't do that, because he would also be exposed. How could an ordinary mouse change from a powerful wizard? Hands to escape? Everyone thinks there are ghosts...

At that time, he estimated that he was about to have an authentic 1v1 wizard duel with the little wizard in front of him on the spot, but after he finished his business and returned to Ron that day, he heard him talking passionately with Seamus, Neville and others more than once. The duel between Carl and Snape that day.

In terms of real combat power, he was far behind Snape. There is a high possibility of being captured alive by the other party, and then everything will be over. After the truth of the year is found out, a dementor's kiss will definitely be indispensable to him.

After thinking about the pros and cons of the matter, he could only stay obediently in Carl's hands and watch the buildings around him keep changing, not knowing where the little wizard in front of him would take him if he didn't go to class.

At the same time, he was also praying deep in his heart, hoping that this little wizard would not torment himself too much when practicing Transfiguration...