bioinnovel Chapter 112 Misunderstandings
Chapter 112 Misunderstandings
Chapter 112 Misunderstandings
That afternoon, snowflakes began to fall again in Hogsmeade, drifting and swirling.
The crystal-clear, pure white village has become even more festive thanks to the snowfall, and the holiday atmosphere would be even stronger if it were accompanied by a set of Christmas songs.
Belvina and Bassheda were strolling through the village when the snowflakes soaked them, covering their long hair in white.
In such a romantic atmosphere, Belvina silently took out a brown octagonal hat, put it on her head without saying a word, and shut out the romantic atmosphere that God had sent down.
Bassheda walked cheerfully ahead, leading the way. Her bright red cloak and hood made her look like a fiery sprite leaping on the snow, radiating a reassuring warmth from within.
The two climbed a small hill in the village, and from the top, they could see the entire landscape of Hogsmeade.
However, they didn't climb the hillside to get a bird's-eye view of the village.
The Screaming Shack sits on this small hillside. It's the most haunted house in Britain, not the kind of haunting that Muggles think of as "spirits." Wizards also believe the Screaming Shack is haunted and dare not approach it.
The shacks, located on the hillside, are taller than the buildings in the village. "The doors and windows are all boarded up, and the yard is overgrown with weeds. From the outside, they do look a bit creepy, making them an excellent filming location for horror movies."
Bassheda leaned against the wooden fence of the yard, craning her neck to look inside, as if trying to see the ghosts inside through the cracks in the doors and windows. She did this every time she came to the Screaming Shack, and every time she came up empty-handed.
The ghosts who lingered at Hogwarts, including the fat monk and Sir Nicholas, had mentioned the Shrieking Shack, saying that it was inhabited by a group of very rude fellows, which was why the ghosts were reluctant to go near it.
Barrow the Bloody, a ghost from Slytherin House, has never commented on the haunted house. Even Peeves is afraid of Barrow, so it's likely that Barrow won't be like other ghosts and keep his distance from the Shrieking Shack.
Between the Screaming Shack and Bloody Barrow, it's really hard to say who's afraid of whom.
Belvina leaned against the wooden fence, her hands in her trench coat pockets, seemingly uninterested in the Screaming Shack.
She's already a witch, a total villain in a Muggle fairy tale. A villainous witch being afraid of ghosts? What a joke!
"If you're really curious, we can just blow the door open and go in to take a look," Belvina said. "It's that simple and saves so much trouble."
Bassheda glared at her and said irritably, "Can you please not ruin the scary atmosphere here? I didn't know we could blow the door open and get in! That's the curiosity we're looking for, that feeling of not knowing, you know?"
Belvina hesitated for three seconds, then, as if possessed by Paul Bernard, asked, "Have you finished your paper? Have you finished your lesson plans? Have you finished the rune translation?"
After a professional three-hit combo, Bassheda was rendered speechless, and an unpleasant "ban'er" smell arose spontaneously.
"This is blatant revenge!" Bassheda glared. "You should be thrown into the screaming shed and kept company with ghosts all day long. Let's see if your mouth is still so sharp!"
Having said that, Bassheda left the wooden fence, no longer looking at the dilapidated and eerie screaming shack. In fact, she wasn't very interested in the ghost stories; she was more interested in finding something to do.
The Screaming Shack is only rumored to be haunted; no one has ever actually seen the ghosts there. Naturally, it's a perfect place for gossip, safe and a topic of conversation.
Bassheda stormed off, squatted down with her back to Belvina, and knew perfectly well what the ancient Rune Sweetheart was up to.
Sure enough, when Bassheda stood up again and turned around, the snowball she had just rolled up flew straight at her.
Belvina, who was prepared, dodged to the side, and the snowball hit the wooden fence, scattering snow all over her.
"I remember I taught you the proper way to have a snowball fight," Belvina said quietly. "Making snowballs is too petty and embarrassing."
Upon hearing this, Bassheda glanced at her bright red cloak and then at the thick snow on the ground, and decisively backed down. She didn't want to experience the coolness of snow all over her neck again.
"It's too late to surrender, dear Professor Bablin!" Belvina said, taking off her octagonal hat.
She quickly bent down, and her octagonal hat became a handy weapon, soon filling it with snow.
Bassheda also bent down, lifted her cloak, scooped up a large handful of snow, and prepared for battle.
Soon, the open space in front of the Screaming Shack became lively, with the two renowned professors chasing each other like children, either knocking each other down or being knocked down by the other, one of them had to fall.
No matter which of the two professors falls, the other will immediately pour snow down their collar, accompanied by screams and laughter.
Hopefully, the villagers at the foot of the hill won't mistakenly think that the screaming shed is haunted again.
After an unknown amount of time, the two professors, panting heavily, finally decided to call a truce.
The two sat panting on the snow, glaring at each other fiercely, as if they were sworn enemies.
"Actually, I didn't take Connelly's matter to heart much," Belvina said, catching her breath. "I was prepared for his change."
According to the language of the mysterious East, it means: A true man should not remain subservient to others for long!
People in the wizarding community always say that Cornelius Fudge got the position of Minister of Magic by sheer luck, and that he was able to secure the position with Dumbledore's help.
No matter how much Cornelius Fudge admired Dumbledore, he couldn't help but feel annoyed and even want to distance himself from Dumbledore when someone repeatedly mentioned these sharp truths.
Now that Fudge has secured his position as minister and is gradually consolidating his power, Dumbledore's importance is declining. The increasingly arrogant Fudge inevitably wants to be on equal footing with Dumbledore, or even sit on his head.
"Fortunately, Connelly is only thinking about it now and doesn't have the guts to actually do it," Belvina continued. "Once he grows that courage, we'll have something to laugh about."
"I hope that day never comes." Bassheda finally caught her breath. "Only a lunatic would think of going against Professor Dumbledore. I really don't know how these people's brains are structured."
Without hesitation, Belvina replied, "Whose fault is this? It's all Professor Dumbledore's own fault. He's been holed up in the school all day. How many people even remember that he defeated Grindelwald back then?"
"Even if you don't remember Grindelwald, you should at least remember Mystic, right?" Bassheda was still puzzled. "If it weren't for Professor Dumbledore, Mystic would have already reached into Hogwarts without any scruples."
"In the end, all this trouble is Professor Dumbledore's own doing." Belvina stood up, took out her wand, and said, "His gentle and kind appearance makes him seem so easy to bully, making one want to kick him while he's down."
Belvina waved her wand, and her hair and clothes became clean and tidy again, the warm feeling dispelling the chill from her body.
Basilda also stood up, naturally spreading her arms. She didn't even bother to take out her wand, so Belvina had to wave it again.
"People who are too kind are destined to be bullied. It's a very reasonable fallacy," Belvina said helplessly. "He clearly has the ability to overturn the table, but he still follows the rules of the game. It must be exhausting for him. I feel tired for him."
"You think you're tired, but they might be enjoying it!" Bassheda pulled her hood back up. "Let's go. Hopefully, dinner will have pudding, chicken legs, steak, and a pot of warm milk!"
Bassheda started ordering again. She was probably one of the Hogwarts house-elves' favorite professors. Every time they saw Bassheda enjoying her meal, the house-elves would feel a sense of happiness.
"Why not mention the stargazers?" Belvina teased with a laugh. "Are you tired of fish?"
How heartbroken those fish must be!
"Don't mention it again. If you hadn't brought that up, I wouldn't have known that England had such a unique dish." Basilda was utterly disgusted; the Stargazing Pie was simply not appetizing.
Belvina once mistakenly thought that Stargazing Pie was the national dish of Britain, but later learned that even in the UK, Stargazing Pie was a very obscure food. The real national dish of the United Kingdom of Little Britain and Northern Ireland is fish and chips, and the more street stalls sell it, the more authentic the fish and chips taste.