RNP Chapter 102 Gryffindor's Mother
Chapter 102 Gryffindor's Mother
Chapter 102 Gryffindor's Mother
With a bang, the doors of the school hospital slammed shut.
The young wizards were herded out of the school hospital by Madam Pomfrey like sheep, and Lucas was the last one to come out.
He was forced to drink a bottle of energy supplement that tasted like rotten lemons mixed with sweat, and then Mrs. Pomfrey declared him "fully recovered and discharged immediately!"
"But Ellie—" Lucas still wanted to try and stay with Ellie.
"She needs peace and quiet, not to be hanging out with you doing all sorts of things!"
Madam Pomfrey waved her wand, as if she wanted to give Lucas a "clean-up" to get rid of bad luck.
"I bet if you two were left together for another half day, only St. Mungo's could save you!"
Lucas wanted to say that he and Ellie spent all their time together and nothing happened, but considering that Mrs. Pomfrey had hosted them once during the summer vacation and again on the first day of school, it was simply not credible.
So Lucas was expelled.
His friends were waiting for him at the door. A group of young wizards went down the spiral staircase and walked through the corridor into the castle.
Everyone was laughing and having a great time. They had only planned to visit Lucas together, but they didn't expect that Lucas had already recovered and could be discharged from the hospital.
Looking at his friends' smiling faces, Lucas said to Harry and Neville, feeling embarrassed, "I'm so sorry, my ———— potion made you two lie down for days too."
"Don't say that, Lucas!" Harry quickly shook his head. "We all know it was Peeves' fault! Now that he's gone, you have no idea how happy the students and ghosts are."
Neville nodded vigorously and whispered, "Actually, we shouldn't have stolen your soup, but speaking of which, that soup tasted really good—"
Just then, two identical red-haired figures suddenly appeared in front of the corridor.
They are the Weasley twins, Fred and George.
"What?" either Fred or George exclaimed with delight. "Our little Lucas has been discharged from the hospital!"
"Shut up, George! You're being incredibly insolent!" It seemed Fred was the one speaking. "Have you forgotten who's standing in front of us?"
Fred performed a comical courtly bow, and George followed suit, kneeling on one knee, the two of them shouting in a bard-like aria.
"It's him, it's him, it's definitely him!"
"Our hero, little Luca!"
Before Lucas could stop them, the two of them had already stood up and stood proudly at the front of the group, walking forward with great strides, one on the left and one on the right.
Fred must have shouted, "The great hero has arrived! Make way!"
Another shouted, "Rising stars, they'll blind your eyes!"
The two singers sang in turn, drawing the attention of all the students in the hallway. Many even stood in the middle of the moving staircase, forgetting to move.
"Now, arriving at Hogwarts, approaching you, is—"
"The Exterminator of Dark Wizards!"
"The Saviors of Gringotts!"
"Recipient of the Medal of Courage!"
"The king of Diagon Alley food!"
"The Culinary Emperor!"
"The nemesis of the Hogwarts food trucks!"
"Conqueror of the Black Lake Mermaids!"
"The creator of the Potion Song!"
"The executioner of Mischievous Pisces!"
"The nemesis of the gentle senior, the assassin of the childhood friend, the handsome succubus!"
Hannah's ears turned red, and many of her female classmates giggled.
"as well as"
The two spun around and stood together. Fred put his hand on George's shoulder, and George wrapped his arm around Fred's waist.
"And, the stepmother of a first-year Gryffindor student!"
The corridor was silent for half a second, then someone couldn't help but spit it out.
"Why is she a stepmother?" Harry asked, looking bewildered.
"Because stepmothers feed children poisoned apples!" Fred opened his eyes, clutching his neck in feigned pain.
"Although our dear stepmother Lucas feeds everyone poisonous mushroom soup instead of poisonous apples," George shook Fred vigorously, "it all comes down to the same thing."
"The result is the same!"
"They slept in the school hospital for two days!"
"Oh, Lucas—the stepmother of a first-year Gryffindor student!"
The students burst into laughter, and many leaned against the railing, cheering loudly.
"But this title is just too long," Fred sighed. "It doesn't fit the needs of publicity."
"So we decided..."
Abbreviated as—
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The two of them opened their arms at the same time and hugged Lucas from both sides.
"Gryffindor's mother!"
"Mom, you're discharged from the hospital!"
The students from all four houses burst into laughter at the same time. Even the Slytherins, who always tried to maintain their aristocratic demeanor, couldn't cover their mouths and had to turn their backs and press their heads against the wall, looking like middle-aged men who couldn't pee in a public toilet.
Lucas, caught in the middle of the social turmoil, was at a loss for what expression to make. He suddenly realized that he had innately mastered Snape's tone of voice.
"Very creative," Lucas said lazily, drawing out his words. "Inspire! Kids, Inspire."
Fortunately, the rescuers arrived shortly afterward.
"I'm the prefect!" Percy jumped out, his face beaming, his prefect badge gleaming on his chest. "What are you all doing here? No noise in the hallways! You know that? I'm the prefect!"
Several other college prefects who were laughing heartily were now forced to step in to maintain order and disperse the crowd.
This commotion led Lucas to discover that although his potion had accidentally knocked out the first-year Gryffindor students, none of the young lions seemed to care. On the contrary, the victims were the most excited, excitedly sharing their experience of fainting with those around them, as if they had embarked on a great adventure.
Seamus Finnigan squeezed forward, excitedly patting Lucas on the shoulder: "Lucas! Your soup is absolutely amazing! I had a wonderful dream, about to slay a dragon, it was so majestic, but unfortunately Madam Pomfrey woke me up."
Ignoring the wary look on Hannah's face, Lavender Brown moved closer enthusiastically: "Lucas, your soup is delicious, not to mention you can get two days of beauty sleep."
Dean Thomas said, "Dude, that's awesome! We skipped two days of class and had two days less homework. Can you imagine? Oh, and you're even cooler, you skipped a whole week of class!"
Parvati Petil was hugging Padma Petil, laughing so hard she could barely breathe. Parvati had already learned from Padma about what happened to Lucas in Potions class, and how Lucas had knocked her out with a potion and made her sleep for two days, so she found Lucas extremely amusing.
"Hey Lucas, next time you develop a new dish, you must invite us to try it, okay?"
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At this moment, the Weasley twins somehow bypassed Percy's punishment, even pulling Ron out from the corner, and returned to Lucas's side with smiles on their faces.
“Speaking of which, dear Mother,” Fred put his arm around Lucas’s left shoulder, “I have a little suggestion—we have a little suggestion.” George leaned in from the other side, putting his arm around Lucas’s right shoulder.
"We are developing a special snack," Fred said.
"A revolutionary, groundbreaking, and educationally historic snack—" George drawled, "a truancy snack."
"The goal is," Fred continued, "that by eating our snacks, the consumer will experience symptoms that are mild but enough to warrant a trip to the school clinic, such as nosebleeds, dizziness, or nausea."
"Your soup is very helpful to us. It's delicious, gentle, and makes you sleep soundly."
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"So," the twins' eyes gleamed with excitement, "join us and let's create a great business together! We'll split all the profits 50/50!"
"you!"
The lion cubs surrounding Lucas dispersed.
Hermione stormed in, her hair standing on end and her head held high.
"I can't believe you're openly discussing things that violate school rules! The snacks you mentioned for skipping class violate Articles 12, 23, and 31—I'm going to report this to Professor McGonagall!"
Fred and George both took a step back.
"Oh dear!"
"Professor, we're so scared!"
"Don't be nervous, Miss Granger, it's just a guess."
"Yes, it's a purely theoretical conjecture."
"Making a guess is neither illegal nor against school rules."
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"—It's none of your business."
Then Fred patted Lucas on the shoulder: "Now, Mom, use your charm to win over that meddlesome Miss Granger!"
"So that she won't cause trouble for everyone all the time."
The two turned and ran. After running three steps, George turned back and added, "When it comes to skipping class, you have to catch it early and early. Start building a solid foundation from first grade! That's advice from a senior!"
Hermione stomped her foot in anger, her hair seeming to stand up even more agitated. Then she turned around, put her hands on her hips, and shifted her anger to the lion cubs centered around Lucas.
"You guys missed two days of class and you're still so happy? I really don't understand."
The lion cubs' smiles froze on their faces.
"You all missed Charms class, Transfiguration class, and the first Herbalist class. This not only affects your own grades but also our chances of winning the Academy Cup. I hope everyone can have a sense of collective honor instead of thinking about how to skip class all day long."
But no one responded to her, so Lavender said directly, "I think you are the one who lacks a sense of community, Miss Granger. You have not integrated into our group at all, and you are always on the opposite side of us."
Ron went even further, saying sharply, "Granger, you're very good at making people unhappy. No wonder everyone can't stand you."
Hermione stood there, trembling all over, tears welling up in her eyes.
She wiped her tears with her sleeve, choked back sobs, and said, "Okay, it doesn't matter, I'll..."
"Hermione," Harry suddenly stepped forward, blocking the others' view, "Actually, uh, I was just about to ask you about those two days of classes."
Hermione stared at him in surprise, tears streaming down her face.
Harry hurriedly said, "You always study so hard, I was thinking... could you tutor me?"
Hermione stared at him as if she were meeting him for the first time, choking back tears as she said, "You...you really think that way?"
Harry nodded vigorously, like a chicken pecking at rice: "Really, Neville thinks so too."
Neville, standing nearby, was taken aback and stammered, "Ah, that's right. I was just wondering what to do. If possible..."
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Harry pointed again: "And Lucas! He skipped a whole week of classes!"
Huh? How did I end up getting involved in this whole mess?
Hermione turned to him, took a deep breath, and said calmly, "That's right, Lucas, you missed a whole week of classes! Five days!"
"Transfiguration, Charms, Herbalism, History of Magic, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Astronomy—you're missing everything!"
"We all need you, Hermione," Harry said quickly. "Please, help us catch up on our studies!"
Hermione snorted through her nose, then lifted her chin again, looking radiant.
"Come on, I'm on my way to the library."
A group of young wizards, carrying textbooks and stationery, entered the library in a grand procession.
Hermione, Harry, Neville, Lucas, Hannah, Susan, Ernie, and Zacharys—eight first-year students in total—gathered around a long table.
Faced with this spectacle, Ms. Pince looked up from behind the counter and walked over to survey the scene. While displaying her feather duster, she kept a close eye on the young wizards with her sharp eyes and warned in a low voice, "You'd better be here to learn, no noise allowed! If I see anyone bringing in snacks and drinks for a tea party, you'll know what happens!"
Hannah, Susan, Ernie, and Zacharys pulled out their textbooks, spread out their parchment, and began to quietly discuss how to finish this week's homework.
Hermione sat down and stacked her textbooks on the table, a thick pile like a small city wall. "Harry, Neville, let me tell you about the Charms, Transfiguration, and Herbology classes you missed, what they covered, and what the key points were."
"Lucas, you listen too, and then I'll give you a separate talk on the history of magic, Defense Against the Dark Arts, and the key points related to astronomical summoning."
"After I finish explaining, you can look at the book again, try to understand it, and then complete your homework."
Harry immediately regretted coming to Hermione's rescue. He stammered, "Um, Hermione, since the teacher didn't assign any homework, why should we do it?"
Neville nodded vigorously to the side.
Hermione looked at them like they were the most heinous criminals: "Good heavens, how could you think like that? How will we know where we're not doing our homework if we don't do it? Not doing homework is the same as not learning!"
"Furthermore, since you missed your assignments because you were unconscious, it's quite possible that the professors will be pleased and give you extra points in Gryffindor, right?"
Harry and Neville both felt a bitter taste in their mouths, but when they saw Lucas standing calmly beside them, they suddenly found some comfort.
"Lucas, you'll have to catch up on a week's worth of homework!"
"Wait a minute, I'm not Gryffindor," Lucas said quickly. "I'm very grateful to Hermione for tutoring me, but if I do my homework, the professor will give Hufflepuff extra points."
Lucas retorted righteously, "Hermione helped me, but it ended up giving Hufflepuff points instead. Doesn't that put Gryffindor at a disadvantage? Wouldn't I be letting Hermione down? How could I be so ungrateful?"
"So, I absolutely cannot do my homework! I can't do something so despicable!"