Chapter 16 Angry, Shaking, Cold, Crying...

In general, it is not an easy thing to sneak up on Slytherin's carriage.

The biggest problem is the control of time.

The time covered by the smoke bombs is limited, and the prefects of the various colleges must always be vigilant.

William and the others didn't want to be discovered, so they had to separate a few people to set up traps and temporarily lock the prefect's carriage to this side.

That's the job of Cedric, Fred and Lee Jordan.

The fire smoke bomb hit the wall of the carriage, and a large amount of white smoke came out of the Slytherin carriage. At the same time, the entire corridor was also covered with smoke.

This is to confuse the line of sight, and to prevent other students from thinking that a fire has occurred, swarming in, and blocking a few of them here.

For a time, countless screams rang out, and the students in each compartment tightly closed the door of the compartment, they really thought there was a fire.

If someone looks down from the sky at this time, they will find that: the middle of the Hogwarts Express, the thick smoke billows, accompanied by the "dirty" sound of the locomotive, startling a row of flying owls in the sky.

George, who had calculated the time, took out the mirror he had prepared and looked at the window, preparing to reflect the sunlight to attract Sniff.

But they overlooked the most inconspicuous little problem. Now several carriages are shrouded in smoke, and the sun is also blocked. Where can the sunlight be reflected.

William immediately appeared in front of George, he pulled out his wand, waved it gently, and whispered, "Fluorescent flashes."

A red light glowed at the tip of the wand, like a firefly in the night sky.

The mirror reflected the light, accurately shining into the car.

The red light has the strongest penetrating power, and if you sniff it, you will definitely be able to find it.

Sure enough, in the next second, there was a burst of exclamations and collisions, and a black shadow suddenly appeared beside the mirror, and put Qiu's mirror directly into his pocket.

George grabbed Sniff's paw and lifted it upside down. William reached out and scratched its furry belly.

Sniff sniffed comfortably and made a happy "purr" sound, it shivered its little tail excitedly, and its little paws dangled weakly.

But happy times are always short-lived, and a lot of shiny things fell from its belly bag and crashed to the ground.

There are more than a dozen Galleons dotted here and there, most of which are Siko and Nat.

It seems that not all Slytherin students are local tyrants.

The corners of William's eyes twitched, and he actually found an iron belt head... So, in the carriage, the belt on a little wizard's casual clothes was removed by Sniff!

Ugly guy!

George picked and picked up enough money to pay for the homework, then put the remaining money and other miscellaneous things in a small bag and threw it towards the carriage.

Bang!

I don't know who the bag fell on, and there was another curse.

William looked at the end of the belt in his hand and didn't know what to do with it. George didn't even think about it. After picking it up, he threw it directly at the window.

"..."

"Come on, the prefect is coming." George took William with one hand and sniffed rudely with the other.

Niu Niu was sluggishly hanging in the air, seeing her big baby being thrown out of the window, it was trembling with anger, sweating all over on a hot day, and its claws were cold.

The prison is empty, the devil is at school!

Can this magic world get better? How the hell are you going to live, so you wizards are satisfied?

Tears flowed down unsatisfactorily, this magic world is full of oppression to sniffers, sniffers, when can you really stand up!

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Three minutes later, the door of the carriage was suddenly opened, and Percy rushed in angrily, but his expression soon turned confused.

William and Cedric are discussing Transfiguration,

Qiu hugged her little white rabbit and stared out the window in a daze.

George took the dried fish, shook and tried to tease Bobo tea, but Bobo tea slept with his eyes closed and ignored him at all, while Fred and Lee Jordan were playing wizard chess...

Percy coughed and asked, "The pranks outside have nothing to do with you?"

Fred raised his head and said dissatisfiedly: "Percy, what do you mean, are we doing all the bad things, George and I are your brothers..."

Fred's voice became louder and more angry, and at the end, a crystal tear appeared from the corner of his eye.

Percy coughed and said apologetically, "I'm just here to check, nothing else."

George wondered: "I remember that inspection is the prefect's job, right? Oh...I see!"

George and Fred looked at each other with a smile on his face, teasing: "I understand, Percy, you must be adapting to the life of a prefect in advance. After all, this position next year will definitely be yours."

Percy's face flushed red, and he slammed the door of the carriage shut.

Lee Jordan put the wizard chess in his bag, and he worried: "Is it really okay? In case Professor McGonagall finds out..."

Fred wiped the mischievous potion from the corner of his eyes, pursed his lips tightly, and pretended to be serious: "Hmm, five points from Gryffindor!"

George patted Lee Jordan's head and said with a smile, "Don't worry, the school hasn't started yet. To be precise...it's still summer vacation, and Professor McGonagall won't deduct points from our college."

Fred continued: "Don't forget, Slytherin has won the Academy Cup for six consecutive years, and everyone is working hard to pull them down.

Even Professor McGonagall is no exception... Hey, Lee, what's in your backpack? "

Fred's soft whimper caught everyone's attention.

Lee Jordan smiled smugly and took out a large handful of newspapers from his backpack.

"This is the Daily Prophet I collected over the summer, my dear, it's all reports from your family and Malfoy, and it can be written into a novel.

I heard there was an attack on the Ministry of Magic, but there was no report, and I don't know what was real and what was fake..."

"Ah, take it away, my mother has made a big fire recently because of this! When I see the Daily Prophet now, the voice of my mother's reprimand will ring in my mind." George covered his head and cried out in pain.

William quickly grabbed it and spread it on the table.

He actually saw a picture of himself...

It was a moving picture: William's wand lit up and a calf appeared on Decara's body.

Below is the squiggly title: Outrageous! When will the school bullying stop! !

William flipped through a few more newspapers and found that this was an education column, and around that photo, there was even a call for bricksmen to reform Hogwarts education and cut professors' salaries!

Of course, this is nothing, the most important part of the newspaper is the picture of Mr. Weasley and Malfoy tearing each other's clothes.

The Daily Prophet even divided into seven issues and fourteen editions to track and report on this matter.

The title is also one scarier than the other.

"Shock! Ministry of Magic officials beat good citizens in the street! 》

This looks like the unscrupulous reporter of the Malfoy family's bad money.

"savage! Malfoy openly attacked the core dignitaries of the Ministry of Magic! 》

Needless to say, Dumbledore also had someone in the Propaganda Department.

The perspective of the Quidditch commentators is rather strange. One even wrote: "Scotland is boiling! Diagon Alley's shocking reproduction of the scorpion's tail! 》

"silence! English white chicken will cry when you see it! 》

The most extreme is probably this report, the title is called: "Two old men hug each other in the street, Weasley and Malfoy have to say love and hate! 》

William glanced at the author's name, Rita Skeeter.

William was about to ask the witch, when suddenly a scream came from his ear.

The voice was heart-wrenching, terrifying, and went straight to the depths of my soul.

Fred almost overturned the table. He covered his pants and roared, "George, William, what did you two do to Sniff, it bit me, ah, it hurts!"

William remembered that Fred first took out a sniff from his pants, so the place where he was bitten...

Fred started to get angry, shaking, cold, crying.

——————I am the chill separator ——————

Sniffing reminds all wizards: Sniffing’s favorite is the shiny recommendation ticket, if not, Fred warns!