Who Was Eating Luosifen?!

A low, rumbling noise, like distant thunder.

Then came the sound of hurried footsteps and the students' cheerful, loud laughter after their meal.

The young wizards pushed and shoved their way into the passageway from both ends, but soon came to a halt.

An odor, so potent it could be lethal, permeated the entire floor.

What does it taste like?

"It stinks!"

"It's absolutely an eyesore!"

Everyone was buzzing with discussion. Qiu, who had seemingly prepared for this, knew exactly what was going on, but deliberately called out in confusion:

"Who's eating snail rice noodles?!"

William glanced at her with a subtle look, as if to say, "You're being way too dark-skinned."

Sure enough, students immediately asked questions out of curiosity.

What is snail rice noodles?

"Is it delicious?"

"A traditional delicacy from the Eastern continent." Qiu, for reasons unknown, continued her "recommendation":

"It smells delicious, and it tastes even better; the aroma can be smelled from half a kilometer away. I'll have some sent from home so you can try it next time."

Everyone readily agreed, eager to try this exquisite delicacy.

William was speechless. This stench... How can you discuss food with such relish?

However, we can't blame Qiu for deliberately making things difficult; there's a reason for it.

During summer vacation, she ate snail rice noodles once at Akali's Mystery Shop.

After she finished preparing the soup, all the customers in the room disappeared... By the time she had eaten half of it, half of the customers in Diagon Alley had vanished.

The whole street was as desolate as if Death Eaters had invaded.

Old man Ollivander from next door even came over to ask if the toilet in their store had exploded.

The most despicable thing is William's Bobocha.

While Qiu went out to explain, when she came back, she saw Bobocha rummaging through its litter box and putting it into the bowl of snail rice noodles.

The action was just like when it usually buries its own droppings.

Qiu still remembers the disgusted look in Bobocha's eyes, as if she was shocked that she actually ate poop!

Disgusting!

Although it is not very lethal, it is extremely insulting.

From then on, Qiu became a staunch hater of snail rice noodles.

"But I have a feeling it was a septic tank that exploded?" someone finally questioned.

"Yes, it does taste very familiar."

If someone says they look familiar, then without a doubt, they must be a student in sixth grade or above.

They experienced such a terrible septic tank explosion when they were in first grade.

Summerby, the protagonist of Hufflepuff, has lost her right to choose a partner for six years and still hasn't found a boyfriend.

Even if I were to compromise and suppress my sexual orientation to find a girlfriend... I still wouldn't be able to find one.

What happened?

Led by Moaning Myrtle, Filch came over.

Mrs. Norris and Miss Alice followed behind him, but halfway there they sneezed several times and hurriedly ran away.

Filch also covered his nose and shouted towards the bathroom:

"Listen up, you inside, you're surrounded."

Your act of blowing up the toilet has seriously affected the daily lives of Hogwarts students and teachers.

This administrator hereby issues a formal warning: hand over the toilet and release Professor Umbridge, the hostage.

This is your only way out!

But no one answered.

"Get out of the way, what's going on?" Malfoy shoved a few first-year students as he arrogantly walked over.

He was followed by Goyle and Crabbe.

"I'm the Prefect, everyone go back to sleep!" Malfoy, with the air of Percy, said arrogantly, "Otherwise I'll deduct points..."

"Aaaaah!" He covered his eyes and nose. "What stinks so bad?!"

"There's something good inside!" Moaning Myrtle laughed. "It's a treasure! Just open the door and you'll get it!"

Malfoy covered his nose, but his skill and daring had already led him past.

He remembered that three years ago, right here, the Chamber of Secrets message appeared, and Filch was attacked.

Perhaps this time, the Chamber of Secrets will be opened again?

A foul smell... Could it be a test from Slytherin?

In a moment of impulsiveness, Malfoy approached the bathroom and gestured for Goyle to kick the door open.

Goyle kicked the door, but it was surprisingly sturdy and didn't budge.

"You two, smash through together!" Malfoy ordered again.

Goyle and Crabbe exchanged a glance and slammed their fists against the wooden door.

Bang bang bang!

After more than ten attempts, the door finally gave way and was smashed open.

In an instant, a large amount of sewage gushed out.

Malfoy took off running, but was slammed into the water by the immense, boundless force, suddenly bursting into a splash.

He swallowed several mouthfuls of the water, which tasted delicious, and shouted, "I can't swim... Help me... Hurry..."

But the students had all run far away, away from the water that was clearly mixed with excrement.

William waved his wand, erecting a protective barrier in front of everyone, and the water level slowly receded.

Umbridge was seen swimming in the dung with a very standard breaststroke.

Occasionally, it can even use freestyle and doggy paddle techniques... it's so comfortable.

If Hogwarts were to hold a swimming championship for its faculty and staff, Umbridge would definitely be able to compete with Dumbledore for the title.

Hmm, why does the water level seem to have dropped?

She looked up and saw hundreds of students gathered around her, staring at her.

Shock... fear... admiration... a range of emotions.

No... that kid, you're looking at me with envy in your eyes, are you serious?

She also saw Colin Creevey of Gryffindor taking pictures there.

You like taking photos, right?

You're interested in taking photos, aren't you?

Okay, let's find a chance to film it alone!

Umbridge didn't think twice and quickly tilted his head to the side, pretending to faint.

What if you don't feel dizzy in this situation? Are you just supposed to stand up and walk to your office as if no one else is around?

Umbridge is a decent man; he still wants that face!

Qiu, however, was full of mischief and "concerned" said:

"Professor Umbridge seems to have choked. Someone give her CPR, or she's about to die."

Upon hearing her words, the students retreated even faster.

Don't be ridiculous, Umbridge's covered in marinade... who would dare give her CPR?

It just won't marinate properly... and nobody wants to give her CPR!

That doesn't even qualify as an act of heroism; that's self-harm!

"Malfoy, aren't you the Prefect? Hurry up and show some sportsmanship by giving Professor Umbridge CPR!" Cho was resorting to moral blackmail again.

Malfoy couldn't help but vomit, especially after he had just taken several large gulps.

Dumbledore arrived at the scene, followed by many other teachers.

Everyone looked at Professor McGonagall. To be honest, she was quite suspicious.

Of course, the most suspicious is Professor Trelawney, who made Prophecy during the day, and it came true that very night.

It's possible they've really been cursed!

Dumbledore didn't approach; instead, he raised his wand, and in an instant, the entire ground was clean.

But the smell in the air... hasn't dissipated yet.

Peeves also arrived, floating in mid-air, singing and laughing loudly:

It's her, it's her!

It's her.

Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor —Old Toad!

Dumbledore approached Umbridge, held her wand to her, and after a moment asked, "Do you know who attacked you?"

Umbridge couldn't play dead anymore. She slowly raised her head, glared at Peeves resentfully, and said, "It was Peeves did it!"

Peeves was doing a somersault in mid-air when his smile suddenly froze.

Damn it... This is so annoying!

Everything is being blamed on me... Didn't the Halloween Feast cause any trouble?

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