Chapter 276: The cleaner in the principal's office

Principal Dolores-Umbridge tried hard for half an hour, and was hit by the spell bounced back from the stone monster many times in the middle, extremely embarrassed.
Unfortunately, she failed to break through the stone monster's defenses.
In the end, our new principal had to choose to give up, and then went back to her original office on the first floor.
The undamaged stone monster lay lazily in the middle of the road, wagging its tail, as if mocking her.
Principal Umbridge left in this way, leaving behind the group of Slytherin students, who looked at each other a little.
"I'll try it!" Jon volunteered, and then carefully approached the stone blocking the principal's office.
Unlike when facing Umbridge, when Jon approached the stone, it was very calm.
Jon moved slowly and cautiously, and then he heard the exclamation of several girls behind him.
There was also a small mosquito-like voice: "Since Dumbledore left, the kittens in the portraits around the principal's office have all gone sideways... If you come here at night, you will be safe."
"Okay." Jon lowered his head and said in a very small voice, "You can fly me."
The stone statue, which was still motionless just now, suddenly opened his eyes, and then flicked a tail over... Jon quickly backed away, but was still thrown on his chest by the tip of the tail.
"Christopher!" Crabbe and Gore rushed over and dragged him away.
At the same time they looked at the stone statue in a frantic state with some lingering fears.
"This thing is really refined!" Draco Malfoy scolded behind him.
"Let's go, it's too dangerous..." Jon whispered while clutching his chest in pain.
This stupid stone, he wouldn't start with it lightly. He cursed secretly in his heart.
...
The next day is probably the most chaotic day Jon has experienced at Hogwarts.
The members of the special operations team spent all their time in the corridor, deducting points from other colleges for various reasons.
"Granger, because you don't respect our new principal, I want to deduct five points from Gryffindor."
"Weasley, you are so ugly, I want to deduct Gryffindor ten points."
"Smith, your voice is too loud, I want to deduct Hufflepuff by five points."
...Such strange reasons are endless.
In the evening, on the huge hourglass symbolizing the scoring device, Jon saw that Gryffindor’s score had bottomed out, and Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff’s scores had fallen by more than half, Slytherin. The score is almost full.
Of course, the new identity is not without benefits.
As the leader of the special operations team and assistant to the principal, Jon can just walk out of the dormitory at night and conduct inspections.
After patrolling from the first floor to the eighth floor of the castle, Jon casually walked towards the direction of the stone monster... I ran into a few Gryffindor students on the way. When they saw Jon, they were scared away.
Jon walked up to the stone monster, and then continued to look around calmly, as if looking for a student who violated the rules.
"No one around here, I've been secretly paying attention just now!" The stone monster's voice came from the left, and it stuck its head out to signal Jon to come in quickly.
After making a way for Jon to get to the wall behind, it just returned to its previous position, pretending that nothing happened.
...
Holding the brass door knocker shaped like a lion and eagle, Jon gently pushed open the oak door.
As soon as he set foot in the principal's office, he heard deafening shouts.
"You kid is here!" Jon heard the voice of Principal Phineas-Black, and he spoke quickly in a sharp throat: "Quickly straighten my portrait... It's very uncomfortable to tilt my body."
"And my portrait, it's all dust..."
"My portrait seems to have been split into four...I think it can be rescued!"
Thirty or so principals squeezed onto the top few unscathed portraits, screaming loudly at Jon.
"Here comes..." Jon quickly comforted like a babysitter with a child.
At the same time he took out his wand and pointed it at the original portrait of Phineas Black, who was crooked: "Reparo!"
The broken stones on the wall began to fly back little by little. At the same time, the portrait of Headmaster Black was also slowly twisting its position until it returned to normal.
"Good job!" Phineas Black screamed excitedly, and then returned to his portrait as quickly as possible...
But within a few seconds, he yelled again: "Dust, there is a lot of dust on it, hurry up and clean it!"
Jon had to point his magic wand at the portrait of Headmaster Black again: "Clean up ()!"
The dust on it dissipated little by little, and the clean portrait came into view again.
"I can finally come back!" Phineas Black looked satisfied. Regarding Jon's first act of repairing his portrait, he flaunted to the other principals loudly: "You don't know, you can return to your own What a comfortable thing in the portrait...The Cromwell portrait, I feel a disgusting smell..."
"I think it would be better for you to reduce your hatred, Principal Black." Jon reminded in a low voice.
Looking at the hatred gazes above, the smile on Phineas Black's face stopped abruptly.
He quickly changed his expression, and said with a serious face: "Actually, Jon, you can add a max after reparo, it will be more efficient..."
"Be careful to keep your hands steady, and don't let the wand lose control, otherwise a very bad situation will happen~EbookFREE.me~ A fat red-nosed wizard reminded that it was Principal Dexter Foster.
"Cough cough cough...max should be pronounced softly, and the volume should not exceed one-half of the first half of the spell." Principal Armando-Dippet also coughed while admonishing.
...
Jon listened carefully to each one of them, and then took it to heart.
"Try it!" Principal Oliver Cromwell still had that dry and indifferent voice, but it was reassuring.
Jon nodded, then took a deep breath: "Reparo—max!"
A strong wind rushed from the end of his wand, almost making him unable to hold the wand in his hand...but he kept the words of Principal Foster in mind, and used the greatest strength to hold the wand firmly.
The strong wind was surging in the principal’s office, all the stones followed it back to the wall in turn, and the fragmented portraits were spliced ​​together again...
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