Vol 2 Chapter 722: The big crisis of the pillow

"Harry, please turn off the alarm..."
Fanlin lay lazily in the quilt, he didn't want to move at all, it was rare to relax.
"Ron..."
"Snoring..."
"Forget it..." Harry touched helplessly for a long time, and then the light of a spell knocked the alarm clock off the table.
The morning light of the bedroom restored tranquility again, and if Ron's snoring sound were not included, the tranquility seemed to be more perfect.
This should be regarded as the most rare time. Compared with the fears before, the days now are incredibly relaxed.
Voldemort's return according to the plan at least made Fanlin no longer worry about what happened.
Almost a year and a half, this is enough to prepare a lot of things.
Moreover, Fanlin also joined the Order of the Phoenix, and he could just soak in Sirius' house to find the Horcrux.
Horcrux...
Oh, damn, Fanlin almost forgot, Nagini had been killed by him, but Nagini was not yet a Horcrux.
This becomes very tricky.
What would Voldemort choose as his last Horcrux?
Or, simply, Voldemort gave up making a Horcrux?
If it’s the latter, it’s okay, but if it’s the former, you can only rely on Harry as a live radar to search.
However, Harry can’t do this now. He is too weak to invade Voldemort’s brain at all. Moreover, the connection between Voldemort and Horcrux is not close in Fanlin’s view. Otherwise, Voldemort would have realized such a thing when Dumbledore destroyed the ring.
And that cave, Voldemort didn't even know that his Horcrux had left its original location.
...
Fanlin felt that he was really too bad, and he was thinking about all these messy things during the rare days when he returned home.
Voldemort does not make Horcruxes, or is not closely related to Horcruxes, what does this have to do with him?
He has a trump card in his hand.
A special treasure for Voldemort, Harry Potter!
You can’t kill with a single blow. If you poke several times, it will always trigger the probability of death...
It's just that luck is lower.
Speaking of it, the legend of the big dog is still so loud...
Celtic hero?
Just luck is a little bit lower...
"Get up, Harry, go home!" Fanlin called out in a bad mood.
If Harry is stronger, reaching the level of Sirius, with Harry's special attack on Voldemort, Fanlin will add a BUFF to him casually, Voldemort will really become "Voldemort"...
"No, I'm fine here..."
Harry said that he was really unwilling to get up for 120,000 points. Although Hogwarts had become worse recently, it was always better than those Muggles.
Thinking of Dudley Harry couldn't help but feel a chill.
Fanlin naturally knew what Harry's mentality was, but that didn't mean that he could stay at Hogwarts.
Harry being alone is very dangerous, Voldemort has many ways to reach Hogwarts, and Fanlin is the same.
"Get up." Fanlin shouted helplessly.
Neville had already made the bed sleepy. He had been busy for a long time last night.
In fact, most of the time
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For example shoes, such as toad, this is really embarrassing.
Of course, it's not just Neville who enjoys this treatment, it's the same with Luna, the little Ravenclaw looking crazy girl.
However, for Fanlin, Luna's performance is only because Luna's natural team magic is beyond imagination, which is enough for Luna to see things that many people can't see.
For example, Ye Qi...
Uh, this seems to have experienced or witnessed death, and Fanlin could see it too. Not far from the Forbidden Forest Lake, these little guys were expelled by Nobo.
It's just that the price is a bit high. Fanlin is the second type. He has personally touched the rhythm of death and almost ascended to heaven.
"Get up, Harry, Ron... Hermione must be impatient to wait." Fanlin said silently.
This time, the only answer to Fanlin was silence, Harry's silence, and Ron's irregular purring...
"This is what you forced me." Fan Lin said helplessly.
Finnigan didn't think the matter was too serious, and Dean didn't get up either.
Well, good, in a row...
With a wave of Fanlin's hand, a light blue spot of light penetrated through the gap between the three people's curtains.
This cry is definitely the power of killing a pig.
It’s hard to imagine that the warm bed, even the skin is hot, let the latter big cold hand hit everyone's buttocks...
How do you feel GAY in GAY...
"Fanlin!" Ron screamed, "It must be you~EbookFREE.me~You are the only one who is so mad in the whole bedroom."
"I just help you get up quickly. In order to keep you in a good state, I even use my magic to save you the tedious washing steps." Fanlin said with a righteous expression.
"Do you think I would believe it, damn..." Ron was furious.
Harry was silent, and then, a pillow hit Finnigan's forehead behind Fanlin.
This is not very good.
Fanlin replied with the pillow unceremoniously, "Harry, you should contact your quasi-head. This is very important. What if you get the curse wrong one day..."
The answer to Fanlin was still the pillow, but this time it was two, Dean and Ron’s together...
Uh, the smell of head oil reminds Fanlin of Malfoy.
Fanlin still remembered telling Malfoy that regular use of hair oil would cause premature hair loss.
It seemed that Malfoy had already learned the lesson, otherwise, it would be insignificant to learn how his father Lucius dressed.
But this will not alleviate the current crisis.
Harry and Ron and Dean... these three would not let him go.
Naturally, being beaten was unavoidable, but Harry used the spell first, so Fanlin could not be blamed.
...
In fact, the final result of the dormitory war was that all the pillows of the five people turned into feathers to burst open.
Neville was also completely awake, after all, the feathers on Neville's head could explain a big problem.
The same goes for Fanlin. Three fights two. Fanlin and Finnigan’s heads are not any better than Neville, but they are also half-hearted.
The final result is that the dormitory that was cleaned so hard last night was completely scrapped. If this is to let Professor McGonagall know...