Chapter 662: Spooky Chocolate

() A scattered firework show, the radiance and flashes of light burst out, and the vitality and youth of the young people bloomed in the Gryffindor public lounge. And when the last beam like a dragon fluttered from the doorway, including those portraits in the corridor on the eighth floor, many people firmly engraved that colorful picture in their hearts.
In fact, at the end of the last school year, many students were wondering why Fred and George, who had always been troublesome, would be honest until the last moment after the exam.
Now they know it. The original Weasley twin brothers, even if they had graduated and left Hogwarts, could still leave their last glory and excitement here.
Of course, Fred and George had already graduated, and even the resurrection of Dumbledore could not control them. However, the two naughty ghosts can't be cured, but there is still a trouble opener like Ron?
Right now, Neville was back in the bedroom, but he looked at the empty room with a little confusion on his face.
In this dormitory, Ron, Harry, Dean, and Simo were all arrested by the professor for questioning, and the unpredictable commotion was likely to bring them an impressive punishment.
Coincidentally, there was nothing at all in Tanaville Longbottom, all because the portrait opposite the fat lady casually proved to him that he had not even entered the doorway of the common room. .
Neville, now confused by the accident tonight, stood in the dormitory where he was alone, scratching his head dumbly.
Fortunately, sincere people like him who have a relatively simple mind will not think too much. Since he hasn't been taken away by a professor, that's naturally a good thing, at least this will avoid the punishment. As for Harry and Ron ... he was not very worried, after all, Hogwarts didn't have any serious punishment now.
However, one is always aloof in the bedroom. Gryffindor's bedroom often seems very lively on weekdays, and once it calms down, even Neville, who has always been silent, is somewhat uncomfortable.
After hurriedly sorting out the parchment and pen and ink used for homework, he looked around in the room for a week, but let down his schoolbag and ran open the window.
"Uh ... what did I suddenly come to open the window to do?" Neville himself wondered, but he seemed to think he should do it, "Well, forget it, let him do it!"
While feeling the breezy wind outside the window, he released the handle on the window, and then ran back to pick up the schoolbag, ready to go to the common room to finish his homework.
Somehow tonight, he feels that he is in an exceptionally good condition, and it is estimated that the homework can be successfully completed in a while?
But as he passed Ron's bed and headed for the door, he caught a glimpse of the package on the desk. He remembered that Ron seemed to say that it probably contained sweets from Lavender, and if anyone wanted to eat them, he could get them by himself.
That's right, Neville has been fond of sweet things since he was a child. However, the family conditions did not allow it, and with a particularly severe grandma, he always talked but rarely ate enough.
"Um ... if it's candy or something ..." He couldn't help looking at the package and muttered to himself, "It looks like a lot ... just one ... no, two! Just take two ! "
It's not surprising that most of the snacks are shared in the bedroom. Especially the little local tyrant Harry, although he didn't buy it diligently, he would bring a lot of snacks for everyone to eat together at the beginning of school every year. Although Ron and Neville are not wealthy at home, they occasionally use this copper Nat to add to the shared friendship.
After making up his mind to take just two, Neville turned around with his schoolbag and walked over to the desk on the side.
He threw the schoolbag to his feet again, and then accompanied by a crackling sound of unpacking, and a heart-shaped chocolate tin box suddenly appeared inside. The meaning revealed by this red heart-shaped iron box is too obvious. Even Neville, who is relatively indifferent to this, quickly understands the intention in it.
"It's chocolate again?" He said, "still ... still not so good?"
Neville glanced at the parchment parcel, and the name "Ravende Brown" seemed a little vague in the unlit bedroom, but was still recognizable by the moonlight outside the window.
"No, it's just chocolate ..." He thought for a moment, and then shook his head. "Well, it's all right, there seems to be fruit fudge over Harry."
From two chocolates to one, Neville's awkwardness in his heart was alleviated by half, and it was much more relaxed. He didn't think much about it this time, and when he raised his hand, he would open the lid of the box of chocolates, but at that moment, he felt inexplicably empty of heart.
This was an uneasy uneasiness, as if something was wrong, and Neville immediately stopped the action at hand. And in the next second, he turned around with doubts and took a habitual and gentle step ...
No, in fact, he only took half a step, and was stumbled by the schoolbag that he had left at his feet.
Suddenly, Neville shook his hands repeatedly, trying to readjust his center of gravity. Immediately afterwards, he managed to pull his foot blocked by the schoolbag, and barely allowed himself to stand again. But then he suddenly found out that the heart-shaped chocolate tin box crossed a beautiful arc in the air and flew perfectly out the window.
Neville looked at the open window and looked down at his hands, for a moment it was dumbfounded. Tonight there has been a major event that alarmed the professors. At this time, he didn't have the courage to pick it up.
...
Let's move the time a little bit, just as Neville was just entering the bedroom, something was happening behind Hagrid's hunting chalet ... well, it wasn't too big a thing.
"... Hagrid ... Professor Hagrid."
It was Filch who spoke, and listening to his tone, apparently until now was not very willing to call Hagrid "professor". Because in his heart, a student like Hager who was fired at that time should have a status similar to that of a dumb gunkeeper.
"I see, you can go back."
For Felch, a guy who always treats students rudely, Hagrid also sees him as unpleasant. After arbitrarily waving his hand, he raised the lantern in his hand and took a picture behind Filch.
"I've heard from Professor McGonagall, but ... just you?"
When Hagrid questioned doubtfully, the light of the lantern also extended to not far behind Filch, and there was only one person standing there, which was the unlucky Ron.
"Oh ... yes," Ron said helplessly, "Hagrid, good evening ... as you can see, just be me."
"Harry them? Haven't they been punished?" Hagrid asked again.
"Harry them--"
Ron shrugged, trying to elaborate on Hagrid, but was interrupted by Filch who hadn't left yet.
"Ron Weasley," Filch said loudly in his hoarse, harsh voice. "Professor McGonagall has brought me here, not for you to chat with-it's time for punishment!"
"Filch!" Hagrid glanced at him angrily. "It's my responsibility to punish and when to punish, you should go back to the castle!"
Filch heard that he looked at Hagrid's gigantic body and his arms and legs that were thicker than his waist, and then wriggled his mouth and murmured back. Soon Ron's voice rang out behind him, seemingly explaining something to Hagrid about his experience in the principal's office.
"The little devil who never rests, and the stupid big man who covers them!"
Filch muttered indignantly, his dangling lantern lighting his shadow for a long time, swinging on the grass in the vestibule.
However, just as he was going to patrol the castle and try his luck, to see if he could catch a few students who were lucky enough to slip out of the night tour, a dark shadow suddenly fell from the sky and fell to the ground with a bang On the lawn below the Gryffindor Tower.
The quietness of the night made the sound of this note very clear, even if the Gryffindor tower was still a distance away from Filch, he could still hear it clearly.
"WTF?"
Filch first looked in the direction of the sound, and when the cat named "Mrs. Lolise" leapt off his shoulder, the cat ran straight over there.
The moonlight tonight was still pretty bright ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Besides, Mrs. Lorris also gave him guidance, and it didn't take long for him to discover what had fallen to the ground.
It seemed to be an iron box that had been deformed, apparently falling from the tower, and the contents were scattered to the ground. Filch took one of them and looked at it in the moonlight, smelled it again in front of his nose, and a faint aroma immediately penetrated into his nostril.
It was undoubtedly a charming smell that made Filch chew in his mouth without hesitation, without even hesitation.
"Hmm ... is chocolate?" Filch chewed with his jagged yellow teeth, revealing an expression of incomparable enjoyment, "Which little threw it down? Hum ... throw it out the window Something ... tastes good ... "
So it didn't take long for a crippled figure to pick up chocolates in the moonlight, gathered them into his pocket, and then slowly patrolled the castle with the broken heart-shaped iron box. Already.
Tonight, goalkeeper Filch's mouth was full of the rich chocolate fragrance.