A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 662 Are you sure you don't want to go to the prefect's bathroom?

According to the mermaid who had worked part-time at a goblin foot massage parlor in Hogsmeade:

Their princess was an absolute beauty, a sight to behold, a marvel of Black Lake.

Everyone in the surrounding area knows this beautiful girl.

Not only is she beautiful, but she can also dance with her palm, truly deserving the title:

It was as graceful as a startle, as delicate as a reptile.

Not only was she exceptionally beautiful and talented, but her family background was also top-notch in that era.

She occupies the vast Black Lake, which stretches for eight hundred miles. Her father is the old clan chief, and she herself is a princess.

They eat delicacies from mountains and seaweed, ride in Grindelwalds, and are pulled by a sea monster with a horse's head and a fish's tail.

She has a great figure, good looks, and a good family background.

This stunning mermaid, instead of loving the young man from her own tribe, fell in love with an ordinary, somewhat rustic little wizard.

That's the greatest blessing he could ever have!

Now you're offering to move in right away, but you're still unwilling, making excuses and turning the Little Mermaid into an old virgin by washing her face with urine every day.

Cedric, you are such a sinful man!

Whether it was sinful or not, Cedric didn't know; all he knew was that he was panicking... utterly panicked.

No, why should I?

Why is the second item listed in Black Lake?

Is this version deliberately targeting him?

"I can't go into the water!"

At dinner time, Cedric was so anxious that he lost his appetite.

"Going to the mermaid village like this will definitely get us caught." He looked desperate.

"Think of something happy, Cedric," George said with a bite of sausage. "That's your home turf."

All you have to do is shout, and 100,000 mermaids will come.

The Little Mermaid will definitely help you; you can become number one.

"Yes," Fred laughed loudly.

"But absence makes the heart grow fonder, right? You two haven't seen each other for so long, she might get so excited that she'll just ask you to marry her."

Then, in the evening, they cooked the raw rice into porridge.

"..." Cedric crushed the hard, dark bread into powdery particles.

"Otherwise... William, you go in my place and administer the compound decoction." He looked pleadingly at William.

"It's not a big deal if you stall for time; we'll get you out of here," he suggested, offering a terrible idea.

William rolled his eyes, ignored him, and instead picked up the pumpkin juice, took a small sip, and warmed his stomach.

"Help me, William!" Cedric cried out in desperation, his hair practically falling out.

"You can transform yourself into a different human body," William suggested.

Human body transformation is also a branch of transformation art, which involves deforming the body.

Grindelwald was a master at this; he could transform into other people as realistically as a compound decoction.

Professor Barbling can do this too.

They begin learning about human transformation as early as sixth grade. With Cedric's skill in Transfiguration, he is capable of performing partial transformations.

"You don't need to change everything, just perform partial deformation," William explained.

"For example, transforming into a human with the lower body, an animal with the upper body of a fish, or another type of head, so that you won't be detected."

"That's certainly a good idea," Cedric murmured.

He now only hates that he is an animagus and not an aquatic animal.

If it were a great white shark or an octopus, there would be nothing to worry about.

hateful!!

"You went to the prefectural governor's bathroom that night?" Cedric asked.

"We can treat that place like Black Lake and conduct a training session there."

"Training in the bathroom? You really came up with that idea," George laughed.

Cedric's words reminded William of something from his past life:

Navy personnel from a certain province are conducting skills training in a swimming pool...

This is completely similar in concept.

"Then who's going to the bathroom? Does nobody really want to go?" Cedric asked expectantly.

Hey, what kind of look is that?

For a moment, William and the twins involuntarily distanced themselves from him.

The saying "Hufflepuff is full of yaoi fans" is definitely not just a casual remark.

"No!" Fred shook his head firmly. "George and I need to think about how to help him get through this."

"Okay." Cedric was very disappointed.

He didn't want to go, but Madam Myrtle kept pestering him, and would even come to his bed in the middle of the night.

He couldn't resist her pestering him any longer, so he agreed to let Myrtle take some handsome boys to the bathhouse.

She won't bother me anymore.

Anyway, it's better for me to die than for my fellow Daoists.

Cedric felt like a pimp who had failed.

Forget it, he's not going either. Let whoever wants to go go.

"Ron, let's go to the prefect's bathroom tonight."

At the Gryffindor dining table, Harry stared at Cho in the distance and said this.

Ron was stuffing a chicken leg into his mouth when he mumbled, "Why do we have to go?"

"I need to keep an eye on things, just in case Cedric goes after Cho..."

"I definitely can't say that," Harry said, rolling his eyes.

"I want to take a shower there. I heard the facilities are good, it's quiet and peaceful, and no one bothers you."

Ron was also somewhat tempted. He had heard Percy mention the prefectural bathroom a long time ago, but had never been there.

He was already tired of ordinary bathrooms and was even waiting for the day when he might become a prefect next semester so he could take a bath.

People must have dreams, otherwise what's the difference between them and salted fish?

"But we don't know the password or the location," Ron shook his head.

"It's alright, I thought I had already asked George, and they both know." Harry was already prepared.

"It's the fourth door to the left of the 'Foolish Boris' statue on the sixth floor. The password is: Nighttime visits will get you arrested."

"That doesn't sound very auspicious," Ron said hesitantly.

This command has a deterrent effect.

"It's the prefect's bathroom, you know," Harry comforted him. "That's how student leaders are; they don't allow students to go out at night."

"Yeah, the twins always say that only a fool would be a prefect..." Ron chimed in.

Well, deep down, they both longed to be the fool.

"By the way, have you cracked the golden egg yet?" Harry asked.

"That's a long way off, don't worry."

Ron laughed, then suddenly lowered his voice:

"Harry, I have something to tell you, but you absolutely mustn't tell anyone."

"What is it?" Harry pricked up his ears.

"Ludo Bagman is secretly helping me; he wants to help me win the championship," Ron said with a smug smile.

"But... isn't he the referee?" Harry was shocked and found it hard to believe.

"This...isn't this against the rules?"

“That’s against the rules,” Ron said dismissively. “Harry, Ludo told me that ‘cheating is a tradition in the Three Guns Tournament.’”

He said in a somewhat strange tone:

"You think Hermione is so amazing? It's because William is helping her behind the scenes. They're... a couple."

William is definitely doing everything he can to help her.

Otherwise, why would she be number one?

Harry wanted to argue, because Hermione was the best student in their grade and had such a great reputation.

However, seeing Ron's expression, he ultimately remained silent.

He cherished his current friendship with Ron and didn't want to ruin it.

Ron, unusually, wasn't angry about Rita's Christmas report. But Harry knew he wasn't happy.

"Think of the good things." Ron took a bite of a cookie.

"If it weren't for Ludo's help, I wouldn't have known the first project was a fire dragon; I would have been terrified."

"Now someone is willing to help me... If I win, it'll be a thousand Galleons."

"But Ludo has disappeared, hasn't he?" Harry asked, puzzled. "He hasn't been to school lately."

She didn't come to the Christmas ball either.

"Maybe he's busy," Ron said, squinting.

"But he'll come back and tell me the second point, so there's nothing to worry about."

Ludo will also help me figure out how to get through this comfortably.

"Okay." Harry shrugged, then asked curiously, "Why would he help you?"

"My dad..." Ron said nonchalantly, "He and my dad are good friends, he wouldn't just watch me get into danger."

Harry nodded, his mind already wandering to what would happen that evening.

Hopefully, we can stop that beast, Cedric.

If he plays the hero and saves the damsel in distress, Qiu might...

Hey hey hey.

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