Chapter 289 Enemy

Allen and Professor McGonagall quickly withdrew from the passage, and after leaving the range of the Whomping Willow's attack, they retreated again, far away.

The head-soaking curse was canceled, and they smelled the fresh and cold air in the Forbidden Forest. Several people couldn't help but take a deep breath, as if they wanted to clear away the stale air they smelled before.

This is especially true for Allen. He seems to have returned to the water like a fish lacking oxygen, and every cell in his body is immersed in this fresh air.

"I can't believe it! How did they mess themselves up like that, why didn't they 'clean up'? Why did they just lie together like this?! How much did they eat before?!" Hermione couldn't help but wonder. Understand the shocking scene she saw just now.

That extremely crazy and disgusting picture reappeared in several people's minds.

Allen felt that he could hardly control his impulse, and wanted very much to burn that tunnel with Fierce Fire to clean and purify all the filth.

After a long time, Harry supported Ron, and Professor Lupine supported Malfoy and came over—their respective wands were also found.

The two of them had been cleaned up, their faces were unhealthily pale, and they hung limply on Professor Lupine and Harry.

After meeting each other, Allen and the others couldn't help stepping back together, covering their noses.

Ron and Draco couldn't care less, in fact, after stepping out for a breath of fresh air, their already numb noses could now smell their stench again.

It was a disgrace to see such a nightmarish scene.

They don't even have the courage to look up at the looks on other people's faces. The smell on their body must make them sick.

Although the sticky and hard stains on the surface of their bodies have been removed, they still feel dirty, itchy, and uncomfortable, as if thousands of bugs have crawled over them.

Draco and Ron lamented in their hearts, why did such a bad thing happen to them? Why is it still being seen by so many people?

"Everyone, I hope that no one will speak out about what happened today." Professor Lupine suggested. As a werewolf, he knows how it feels to be ridiculed. He doesn't want his two students to have the same experience as him—maybe more His experience as a werewolf was even more miserable?

Allen nodded in understanding. Even if they usually disagree, he will not take other people's embarrassing things as a joke and spread them around.

"It's okay, you just go back and take a good wash." Seeing their dejected and ashen faces, Hermione kindly expressed her unbearable expression, and comforted her gently.

"At least two hours." Luna's singing voice came out lightly.

Professor McGonagall didn't want to talk, and she was holding her breath in a meticulous manner, controlling herself not to give Weasley and Malfoy two students "clear water like a spring", and then tidy up their current disheveled attire.

In this way, the group quickly returned to the castle.

Although Malfoy and Weasley couldn't wait to sneak back to the bathroom and hide.

But McGonagall and Lupine insisted on taking them to the school hospital for examination.

As two wizards, it's extremely rare to be in such a mess!

"You can heal, can't you?" Ron asked expectantly, "I won't have a stomachache anymore..."

"Of course." Madam Pomfrey said concisely, and then put on a mask for herself in a rare way.

"This is accidentally contaminated with a powerful potion that can cause diarrhea!" Madam Pomfrey put on a mask, her voice was a little muffled, "Just skin contact caused this effect, luckily you didn't swallow it..."

At this moment, Harry and Ron suddenly looked at each other and shut their mouths tightly. They both thought of two people—the Weasley twins.

At the beginning, Harry accidentally saw the twin brothers secretly researching powerful laxatives, and because of this, he got the map presented by their friendship.

It seems that the twin brothers poured the residue of the potion on the root of the Whomping Willow, but they did not expect to harm their own brother.

After taking Madam Pomfrey's potion, everyone parted ways.

Under the strange eyes of the little wizard passing by, Ron and Malfoy fled back to the dormitory as if they were being tortured, picked up a change of clothes, and hurried and stumbled straight to the bathroom.

Harry looked worriedly at the pale-faced Ron's somewhat nervous state, and softly comforted him: "It's okay, it's okay, it's all over."

Ron threw away all the clothes on his body in a rare and extravagant way - he planned to use the pocket money he had accumulated for many years to buy a new set for himself, and wash himself at least ten times before he felt alive again. come over.

We have to hurry to the auditorium, the mealtime is almost over. suggested Harry, who was watching Ron take a shower to make sure nothing else happened to him.

Although Harry himself had no desire to eat, Ron clearly needed a supplement.

The corner of Ron's mouth twitched. Although he felt that it had been a century since the last time he ate, he had no appetite at all.

The auditorium was brightly lit, and Alan and Luna also rushed to the auditorium, preparing to eat.

Allen quickly stepped into his seat, and was surprised to find that the long table, which was always full of food, left only messy cups and plates.

Many young wizards left the auditorium with extremely satisfied expressions.

Among the food that was still intact, Allen picked and took a cold chicken, a roll of bread, some pies, one or two plates, and a pair of knives and forks.

He had just hurried back to his seat with these trophies, and all the food, cups and plates had disappeared from the table.

"That's okay, such a clean dining environment is more comfortable." Allen comforted himself.

Suddenly, Alan noticed that there was a person sitting beside him, it was Michael.

"You missed the delicious food!" Michael happily sat on the other side of Alan.

Allen nodded, and he guessed it when he saw the scene in the auditorium.

"Scented sausages from Arles, France, lobsters with bright shells, clams with pink shells, sea urchins with spines like chestnuts, and all kinds of delicious snacks..."

Michael announced the name of the dish as if showing off, and he succeeded.

Looking at the cold chicken and dry bread on the plate, Allen suddenly lost his appetite.

There was a slight smile on Luna's face, "It's a good thing to miss it." She comforted Alan in a rare way.

But Allen had put down his knife and fork.

Seeing this, Michael scratched his head, smiled mischievously, stood up quickly, and left the auditorium.

When Harry, Ron, and Draco came to the auditorium, the long table was clean and there was nothing left, and there were only a few of them left in the auditorium.

"Great, you can go back and rest." Ron breathed a sigh of relief. Sometimes friends who care too much are also a burden.

Harry shrugged and was about to go back when Ron stopped suddenly.

"Hey, Malfoy!" Ron suddenly stopped Malfoy.

Malfoy turned to look at Ron. In fact, he also wanted to say something to Ron.

"Today's matter—" before Ron finished speaking, Malfoy's face turned pale.

"Weasley! Don't say it!" Malfoy rarely drew his voice, staring at Ron fiercely.

Then, Malfoy turned to Alan again, with a hint of weakness in his voice, "Alan, I beg you—"

"Of course, I already promised it in the Forbidden Forest." Allen promised decisively without waiting for Malfoy to finish speaking. He didn't even want to recall the scene just now, "Don't mention it yourself."

The two usual mortal enemies nodded tacitly this time with the same frequency and range, and then noticed each other's movements—Ron and Malfoy turned their heads at the same time, wanting to go out, but they bumped into each other.

They snorted coldly and turned their heads aside.

Both of them felt that the other party might be their own nemesis, and meeting him would definitely be a bad thing.