bdsm-fiction Chapter 98 The Pee-Pee Ghost Murder Case
Chapter 98 The Pee-Pee Ghost Murder Case
Chapter 98 The Mischievous Pipi Murder Case (Part 2)
Peeves was floating smugly in mid-air, clutching the cauldron. He laughed excitedly at the thought of his two first-year brats being thrown around by Filch or being taken to the professor for punishment. He didn't care why they weren't allowed in that corridor.
And this pot of soup in my hand, that brat Lucas has been holding onto it all this time, it must be very precious. Now that I've gotten my hands on it, just imagine how frustrated he'll be, that's truly my source of joy.
That's killing two birds with one stone!
He was just about to find a secluded corner to see what this pot of soup, which was emitting a delicious aroma, was all about when a sudden gust of cold wind blew past him.
As soon as Pipi Ghost looked up, he trembled with fear.
Before him floated a emaciated ghost with empty eyes. He wore a robe stained with silver blood and looked terrifying; he was none other than Barrow, the Blood Man, the resident ghost of Slytherin.
"Lord Baro! Hello, the weather is so nice today!" Pikachu immediately put on a fawning face and guiltily hid the cauldron behind his back.
Blood Man Barrow's empty gaze fell on the cauldron; he recognized it as a standard cauldron used by students in potions class.
"Where did you get that crucible in your hand?" Barrow's voice was like the scraping of a rusty saw blade.
"Oh! This!" Pippi stammered. "It was...it was given to me by a first-year student named Lucas. I showed him the way, and he gave me this!"
Blood Man Barrow stared intently at Pippi Ghost, his gaze growing increasingly cold.
"Liar! What student would give you a Potions cauldron? You clearly stole it from a student!"
"I didn't! I—"
Barrow suddenly lunged forward a foot, his silver blood seemingly about to drip down: "Put it down!"
The little devil let out a terrified scream, threw the cauldron onto the floor with a clatter, and disappeared through the ceiling.
Blood Man Barrow glanced at the crucible on the ground. Some golden liquid had spilled out, but he couldn't smell anything. Judging from the color of the potion, he couldn't tell what kind of potion it was.
Felix Felicis? Are you kidding me? That's like a pot of molten liquid gold. And how could a first-year student possibly even get close to Felix Felicis?
Since he couldn't lift the crucible himself, he had no choice but to find a student and have him return it to Lucas.
Mischievous Ghost is getting more and more outrageous. Has his negative energy reached its peak? I'll give him a good warning if I see him again.
Just then, a series of noisy footsteps came from the end of the corridor.
A group of first-year students wearing gold and red lion badges were trudging listlessly down the corridor.
They had just finished a history of magic class and were on their way to a charms class.
Professor Binns's rote lectures and monotonous tone turned the history of magic into a lullaby. Apart from Hermione, no one could maintain full concentration in the class. Halfway through the lesson, most of the little lions were already slumped over.
There was still one class before lunch, but all the little lions were dizzy and hungry.
If I could eat something now...
Then, everyone's eyes lit up. They could all smell the increasingly rich and enticing aroma filling the corridor!
Neville sniffed hard, his stomach growling as if it were stuffing Rafer inside.
"Harry—can you smell it?" Neville's eyes lit up instantly. "Merlin, it smells so good! What's this delicious food?"
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"I smell it—" Harry swallowed hard, feeling his stomach acid churning violently. "It smells like soup."
A group of lion cubs followed the scent and saw the open cauldron in the middle of the corridor, and the blood-soaked Barrow standing to the side.
They were startled and quickly stopped in their tracks.
Bloody Barrow looked at the group of Gryffindors. Although he didn't like them, he still said in a gloomy voice, "Peeves stole a cauldron from a student named Lucas. Now that you've found it, return it to that student."
After saying that, Barrow simply passed through the wall and left.
"Wait, Barrow said, whose is this?" Harry's eyes widened.
"It's Lucas!" Neville exclaimed in surprise. "It's Lucas!"
All the lion cubs swarmed around the pot of soup, their eyes gleaming with the light of hungry wolves.
The cauldron of genius chef Lucas McGregor, filled with tempting clear broth.
"This must be a new dish developed by Lucas!" Neville exclaimed, drooling.
"My goodness, Lucas is so thoughtful, look, he even prepared a spoon for us," said Simon Finigan, pointing to the stirring spoon left in the pot.
Dean Thomas jumped up: "Then what are we waiting for? I almost cried from the aroma on the train, and there's that sashimi from Black Lake... Don't you want to try the work of a genius chef?"
Glug glug—
All the lion cubs' bellies rumbled at the same time.
Harry hesitated for a moment, trying to protect the cauldron: "Barrow the Bloodman said Peeves stole it from Lucas, we can't just leave it here—"
"Hey!" Dean had already grabbed the spoon. "We'll just have a taste and then take it back to him. Consider it a delivery fee..."
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Before Harry could stop him, Dean eagerly gulped down a large mouthful. The little lions stared at his bobbing throat and swallowed hard in unison.
"It's so delicious!" Dean's face lit up with a look of pure bliss, then he suddenly opened his eyes. "Merlin, it's so fresh and fragrant, I want more! No, I need another spoonful!"
But Simo immediately snatched his spoon away, took a big gulp, and let out a satisfied exclamation. A group of lion cubs all got excited, scrambling for the spoon and taking turns putting it in their mouths.
Ron Weasley hesitated for a moment, then succumbed to the temptation and joined the group. In the blink of an eye, the cauldron was half empty. Harry and Neville couldn't resist any longer, let out a shout, and squeezed in. Harry grabbed the cauldron and took a swig.
Wow, this is so delicious!
Lucas is a good friend of ours, and he's so generous, he certainly won't blame us!
"You can't drink it!"
A small head with thick, brown curly hair squeezed in; it was Hermione.
"Are you all crazy?" Hermione exclaimed incredulously. "This stuff was in a potion cauldron! How could it be ordinary soup? We have no idea what it's made of, we absolutely can't drink it!"
"Oh, come on, Granger." Ron nonchalantly took another big gulp, smacked his lips, and said, "Poison can smell this good! This is clearly delicious soup!"
"It's delicious!" Harry's eyes lit up. "It's fresh, sweet, and delicious, and after drinking it, I feel like all the torment from the history of magic has disappeared. Hermione, would you like a spoonful?"
Hermione shook her head angrily: "I'm going to report this to the professor!"
Neville finally managed to grab a spoonful, but choked on the soup and coughed, "No... cough cough, Hermione! Can I finish this first?"
The crucible was back in Dean's hands, and he said nonchalantly, "Go ahead, go ahead. Are you suggesting we deduct points from our own college by reporting this to the teacher? How dare you even say that..."
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Hermione was so angry that her face turned red. In just a short while, a group of lion cubs had divided up the entire cauldron of soup, leaving only the shiny aluminum bottom.
Harry hugged the empty cauldron, feeling a pang of regret. Why had he impulsively drunk the soup? Lucas shouldn't be angry, right? Oh dear, this soup smelled so good, I just couldn't resist.
Throughout the entire process, only Hermione stuck to her principles and resolutely refused to drink.
"What if something happens if you do this? How can you be so reckless? Besides, stealing other people's food is undoubtedly a violation of school rules!"
She stood with her hands on her hips, giving the group of lion cubs, who were still licking their lips, a serious lecture. Unfortunately, no one paid any attention to her; most people ignored her incessant chatter.
Ron rolled his eyes at her: "Miss Granger, I remember you weren't a professor yet."
Hermione was trembling with anger. Just as she was about to speak, Ron's legs suddenly buckled, and he knelt down, banging his head on the ground with a loud thud, giving her a solid kowtow.
"Weasley?" she exclaimed in surprise.
"What's going on, buddy?" Seamus yelled. "You don't have to kneel down to apologize!"
He bent down to pull Ron up, but his body went limp and he collapsed, kneeling down next to Ron.
Dean stared at the two in horror. He took a step forward and then collapsed to the floor with a thud.
The lion cubs screamed and scattered, but with every step they took, some collapsed to the ground.
"Whew—this soup—it's really potent—" Neville muttered, rolling his eyes and knocking over the armor in the corridor.
"Harry!" Hermione cried, grabbing the last remaining Harry. "Are you alright?"
"Are you alright?" Harry asked, puzzled. "I'm perfectly fine."
Then he closed his eyes and collapsed, pinning Hermione to the ground.
The entire corridor fell silent. In just a few seconds, the group of lion cubs that had been jumping around were now lying sprawled on the ground, like a scene of carnage.
Hermione struggled to push Harry away and get up. She stood alone in the middle of the corridor, looking at the horrific scene before her, her brilliant mind completely blank.
A second later, a terrified scream echoed down the corridor.
"Help! The entire Gryffindor class has been poisoned!!!"
The September sun is always enchanting, like melting honey, lazily spilling onto the floor through the tall Gothic windows of Hogwarts Hospital.
Bobby Pomfrey was comfortably leaning back in his office chair, a steaming cup of Earl Grey tea in hand, the faint scent of bergamot lingering around his nose.
She squinted her eyes, enjoying the rare tranquility.
"Ah... what a peaceful day." She sighed contentedly, taking a sip of hot tea. "I really hope the young wizards will behave themselves this year."
As a seasoned head nurse who had worked at Hogwarts for thousands of years, she knew the students' mischievous patterns like the back of her hand. Usually, the first week of school was the "honeymoon period," with freshmen still in a state of curiosity and awe towards the magical castle, and upperclassmen still recovering from holiday blues.
In a week or two, all sorts of injuries will spring up like mushrooms after rain: falls, sprains, abrasions, colds,
Headaches, stomach aches, people breaking their own arms with spells, blowing up cauldrons on their heads, accidentally ingesting magical materials...
But regardless, in all these decades, no unlucky soul has ever ended up in her hospital room on the first day of school. These precious few days of peace and quiet must be cherished.
Thinking of this, a red-haired figure involuntarily appeared in her mind.
Summer vacation is usually a rare and leisurely time, but this year it has broken records.
Lucas McGregor, a child who hadn't even started school yet, ended up in Hogwarts Hospital during the summer holidays! This was truly a remarkable story worthy of being recorded in the school's history.
However, the child is not a bad person and has a good attitude. I had already given him a stern warning at the time, so he should be able to learn his lesson and behave himself for several months.
Yes, it won't be just a few months, it will be at least a semester before we see him in this ward again.
Mrs. Pomfrey was quite pleased with her judgment. She picked up a butter biscuit and was about to put it in her mouth.
"Bang-!!!"
The door was smashed open as if by a giant beast, the loud noise rattling the windowpanes. The biscuit in Mrs. Pomfrey's hand fell to the ground with a thud and shattered.
"Merlin's beard!" she exclaimed, jumping up from her chair in surprise.
Professor McGonagall was leading the way, her face full of panic. Behind her followed Professor Sprout, who was pale-faced, and Professor Quirrell, who was trembling like a leaf and kept muttering "It's so, so, so terrible."
The three of them, carrying two suspended stretchers, rushed into the school hospital like a whirlwind.
"Bobby! Quick!!" Professor McGonagall's voice was shrill and piercing. "One is seriously injured! The other is unconscious!"
Mrs. Pomfrey glanced at it, gasped, and dropped her teacup.
On the stretcher were two first-year students covered in blood! The girl's shoulder was a bloody mess, the horrific laceration almost tearing her arm off, and her face was as pale as parchment. The unconscious boy had red hair matted together with blood!
"Lucas McGregor!"
Mrs. Pomfrey let out a scream; she felt her blood pressure visibly rising.
Didn't I just think of him?
First day of school! It's only the first day! Did this kid arrive right as the school bell rang?!
"Bobby! Help!"
Madam Pomfrey immediately switched to professional mode, drawing her wand with lightning speed.
"Condition?"
"Ellie's shoulder was torn open by Cerberus's claws. I used a spell to stop the bleeding, but the effect is waning!" Professor McGonagall spoke urgently. "Lucas has fallen into a deep coma, suspected of severely overdrawing his magical energy!"
"Cerberus?! This is insane... Quickly, put them on the sickbed!" Madam Pomfrey commanded, while several bottles of different colored potions flew out of the cabinet.
But just as she was about to make a move, she heard another bang!
The doors of the school hospital were once again violently smashed open.
"Is today the end of the world?" Mrs. Pomfrey roared.
Just then, Percy Weasley, the prefect of Gryffindor, dragged Hermione in and they tumbled and crawled in.
"Mrs. Pomfrey! Professor McGonagall, it's wonderful to see you here—" Percy gasped, his voice trembling, "I mean, something terrible has happened!"
Hermione screamed, "Professor, help! All the first-year Gryffindor students have been poisoned and have collapsed!"
"What? What happened?" The professors were taken aback.
"It's soup! They drank Lucas's soup!"