Paper, Where Did the Paper Go?

The Strong Laxative was really strong. Flint had just been gagged by Fred and George and given a spoonful of laxative, and less than thirty seconds later, his stomach started making strange noises.

After closing the stall door, the group exchanged glances, all revealing malicious smiles, and quietly left the Boys' Washroom.

"Is it really okay if we don't take the wand?" Fred asked quietly as they rounded the corner.

"Don't worry, the Disillusionment Charm will wear off completely in an hour or two. I think they'll be too weak to even look at the wand in the corner then," Albert said quietly. "I've already cast the spell on them; they'll just think they've lost their wands. Alright, let's not talk about this anymore, lest we give ourselves away. Let's go to the library and wait for the show to begin."

Shortly after Albert and the others left, Flint, who was sitting on the toilet, was quickly drawn back to the sound of his own diarrhea; he felt a bit uncomfortable in his stomach.

Is there something wrong with dinner?

But everyone else ate the same food, so why did he get diarrhea?

Etc!

Flint was drawn to the commotion coming from next door; it seemed someone else had also gotten food poisoning.

Oh right, he remembered, Montague seemed to have an upset stomach too; they had just gone into the Boys' Washroom together.

For some reason, after learning that someone else had the same bad luck as him, Flint stopped worrying and feeling depressed, and his mood improved considerably.

However, his good mood didn't last long before it vanished. Soon, a series of splashing sounds echoed in the Boys' Washroom, and a foul odor began to fill the air.

Flint felt terrible, and his face visibly darkened.

Are you alright?

Montague's voice came from next door; it sounded weak and listless.

"This is bad, I ate something bad." Flint was slightly dazed, and had even forgotten how long he had been squatting on the toilet. He only felt weak all over, and his whole body was about to collapse.

"I think I'm going crazy. Maybe we should go to Madam Pomfrey and ask her to get us some medicine. If this continues, I suspect I'll die from diarrhea."

By now, the toilet stall was filled with a stench. Flint had lost count of how many times he had flushed. He was so exhausted that he could barely stand up, but he still couldn't get rid of the smell.

"Flint, do you have any toilet paper? I think I'm out." Montague also delirious from diarrhea. He almost instinctively reached for the toilet paper dispenser and immediately felt annoyed. How could he be so unlucky? "Just a moment!"

Flint reached down to the toilet paper dispenser and found that only a small clump of paper remained on the roll, just the last sheet.

Flint stared at the toilet paper, falling into a long silence. After a long while, he finally answered, "I'm out too."

What followed was an even longer silence.

There was a sound of someone standing up next door, but Montague quickly squatted back down on the toilet, followed by another series of splashing sounds.

What exactly happened?!

"I just ate dinner, how did I get such severe diarrhea? Could there really be something wrong with the food?" This thought crossed both of their minds at the same time.

"Flint, could you get me some toilet paper from next door?" Montague finally had no choice but to ask Flint for help. This guy had offended George and had been given a large spoonful of Strong Laxative, which had caused him to have diarrhea ever since, and he wished he could be connected to the toilet.

Flint remained silent for a long time before finally agreeing, since he also needed toilet paper.

After confirming that no one had entered the Boys' Washroom, he carefully stood up, intending to go next door to get some toilet paper.

Flint didn't even pull up his pants. He sneaked to the stall like a thief, only to find that there was no toilet paper left. If it weren't for the small amount he had left, Flint would have even suspected that the Boys' Washroom didn't have any toilet paper.

"They're all gone." Flint searched the other cubicles, his voice filled with confusion and despair, his mind almost blank.

If there's no toilet paper, how are they supposed to get out? Could it be...? He absolutely cannot accept such a thing; it's a disaster.

"No more? Could you ask someone to bring us a roll?" Montague's weak voice came from next door. He was also feeling desperate at this moment. Who would have thought that there would be no toilet paper?

At this moment, the two deeply regretted not bringing today's newspaper with them when they came. They decided to wait, hoping someone would come in so they could ask for their help.

The two had forgotten that it was already after dinner, and the chances of a boy going into the restroom were slim, especially since he wasn't from Slytherin. Would students from other houses be willing to help them? They would be lucky if they didn't laugh at them.

Will Slytherin students actually go into this Boys' Washroom? Only God knows.

Little did they know that they weren't the only two unlucky ones to get an upset stomach.

Not long ago, in the library, Albert, Fred, George, and Lee Jordan sat near Bole in Slytherin, pretending to read while secretly observing each other.

This guy took a laxative called "Cleansing Pill" by Albert, and things seem a bit tricky; the pill's effects didn't last as long as expected.

In fact, just a few minutes after Bole sat down in the library, he started having an upset stomach, and the rumbling in his stomach even attracted the attention of the people next to him.

Then, amidst the bewildered gazes of a group of people, Bole clutched his stomach and rushed out of the library, heading towards the fifth-floor restroom.

What's wrong with him?

Someone nearby asked in confusion.

"My stomach hurts," Lee Jordan guessed, feigning concern.

"Maybe he has an upset stomach," Fred said with a smug look on his face.

"How about we make a bet? The loser has to get some late-night snacks before curfew tonight." George said, standing up. "I bet he'll run to the Boys' Washroom."

"Hopefully he makes it in time," Albert said seriously, and Fred, George, and Lee Jordan almost burst out laughing.

To avoid bursting into laughter, the four of them left the library together.

Similar scenes are playing out in other places as well.

To avoid causing a commotion, Albert had already separated them; frankly, he was eager to see them fight over the toilet.

Reason prevailed over a perverse sense of humor.

Madam Pomfrey was probably the most bewildered. In the dead of night, Flint and Montague were discovered by Filch and his cat. The Mr. Filch, initially thinking he'd found students sneaking out at night and preparing to arrest the pesky brats and punish them severely with demerits and solitary confinement, was...

However, when he saw the two people suffering from diarrhea and exhaustion in the washroom stall, his expression was quite interesting. In the end, he took the two exhausted and delirious people to the School Hospital with a look of disgust.