Neville threw the toad on Harry's knee and took out a quill from his bag.
Harry, Luna, and Ginny all watched Neville's actions. He put the tip of his tongue between his teeth and held the pot of Mickey Mouse in front of his eyes. He found a place and poked the plant with the tip of the quill.
In the next second, the juice spurted out from each of the boils on the plant.
Mi Bu and Mi Bao curled up and twitched. Their sticky, greasy, and smelly dark green juice sprayed out from their bodies. They sprayed on the ceiling, windows, and even Luna's magazine. They were everywhere.
Fortunately, Ginny covered her face with her arm in time, but her head looked like she was wearing a dirty, sticky green hat.
The mucus flowed down her beautiful hair. Her eyes were tightly closed, and her face was confused.
Harry was miserable. He was busy grabbing Leiford with both hands to prevent it from escaping. As a result, he was sprayed all over his face.
The sticky liquid was all over his face, and the smell was like stinking feces.
In front of him, Neville's face and body were also sprayed.
He shook his head, trying to squeeze the juice out of his eye, which was suffering the most.
This was the Mickey Mouse's defense mechanism. When it was hurt, it would spray this strange liquid. The effect was amazing.
"I'm sorry," Neville gasped. "I haven't tried it before. I didn't expect it to be like this. But don't worry, the stink juice is not poisonous."
He saw Harry spit on the ground, so he added anxiously.
Right at that moment, the door to their private room was pulled open.
"Oh, hello, Harry!" said a timid voice. "Well, did something bad happen?"
Ha wiped his glasses with the hand that was not holding Raffles. A very beautiful girl with long black hair was standing at the door of the box and looking at him with a smile. It was Qiu Zhang, the ball-seeker of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team.
"How do you do?" said Harry, bewildered.
"Well!" said Autumn. "I just wanted to come and say hello. Where are Elwyn and the others?"
"He's in the captain's compartment. Elwyn is the new president of the Boy Student Council," Ginny said as she dried her hair with a tissue.
"Oh, the president of the male student council!" Qiu was quite surprised, but she quickly reacted. "Alright then, goodbye!"
She waved her hand, blushed, closed the door, and left.
Harry slumped back into his seat and sighed.
He wished Cho could see him sitting with a group of cool people who were laughing at one of his jokes.
He really did not want her to see him sitting with Neville and mad Lovegood, with a toad in his hand and stinking juice dripping from his face.
"I'm sorry!" Neville whispered again.
"It's okay." Ginny comforted him. "Look, we can clean it up easily."
"Clean it up!" She took out her wand and waved it vigorously, and the stinking juice disappeared.
The people in the compartment stared at each other. They looked at the Mickey Mouse in the middle of the compartment. This plant was really something!
After another half an hour, Elwyn, Hermione, and Ron came out of the captain's compartment.
The prefects accepted Elwyn as the president of the Boy Student Council, at least on the surface.
No one opposed him, and no one dared to disobey Elwyn's orders, not even Slytherin's students.
However, Malfoy's attitude was a little strange. He even ignored Ron's provocation, which was not his style.
Elwyn soon discovered that, while they were in the meeting, the news of him becoming the president of the Boy Student Council had spread throughout the school as fast as it could.
After seeing him pass by, everyone came out of the compartment and looked at him, whispering to each other.
What happened in the captain's compartment also spread throughout the train.
It was obvious that he was famous again. Every student was talking about it.
"We should patrol around and see this year's freshmen." Hermione said.
"Hermione, let me put away my things first. Besides, I'm hungry. We can patrol after lunch." As Ron dragged the heavy suitcase, he struggled with the owl's cage, where the piglet squealed shrilly.
"Well, let's go find Harry and Ginny first." Elwyn said. He didn't want to be stared at by so many people.
When they entered the compartment, Harry, Ginny, and Neville had finished their pumpkin pie and were busy exchanging chocolate frog cards.
Luna suddenly raised her head. Her protruding eyes peeked out from the upside-down magazine and stared at Elwyn.
"Hello, Luna!" Elwyn said cheerfully and sat beside her. "How was your summer vacation?"
"Very good." Luna said in a trance. "I heard that you became the president of the Boy Student Council!"
"Yes." Elwyn waved his hand as if it was a trivial matter.
Looking at Luna's expression, it seemed that she also thought that it was a trivial matter.
"I read the report in the Daily Prophet. My father said that they were lying." Luna continued, "I didn't have time to tell you last semester, but I support your statement. I believe what you said to Harry. I believe that person is back."
"Oh, thank you!" Elwyn said. Luna was always very sharp when it came to this kind of thing. She was much more sensitive than other people.
"By the way, do you want to read it?" Luna handed the magazine to Elwyn. "This is my father's latest article. If you are interested, you can put it in the Hogwarts Magic Newspaper. My father said that there is no problem."
Elwyn took the magazine and saw a report:
Five years ago, when the Minister of the Ministry of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, was elected Minister, he denied that he had any intention of taking over the Gringotts Wizard Bank.
Fudge always insisted that he only wanted to "peacefully cooperate" with our gold keeper. But is this true?
Sources close to the Ministry of Magic recently revealed that Fudge's strongest ambition was to control the Goblin's gold reserves.
If necessary, he would not hesitate to use force.
"This won't be the first time!" An insider of the Ministry of Magic said, "His friends call him Goblin Killer Cornelius Fudge. I wish you could hear the terrible things he says when he thinks no one is around. Oh, he always talks about the Goblins he killed. He threw them into the water and drowned them, pushed them down from upstairs, poisoned them, and baked them into pies. Also, he often makes dinner with Goblin meat … "
"It's really interesting, Goblin Killer Cornelius Fudge." Elwyn said with a smile. He felt that this report was very interesting.
This kind of thing was too bizarre. It was the same as the tone of the Devil's Advocate. It simply couldn't be true.
Fudge may have many shortcomings, but he didn't go as far as to make pies and use them for dinner.
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