I opened a blind box at Hogwarts

Chapter 31 Old Eight Pangolin Ancestor Cola Soup
Good luck does not always come to one person, just like the three of Joshua who are traveling at night at this moment.

When the three of them were walking back to the corridor on the fourth floor of the Gryffindor common room, Filch, the Hogwarts administrator on night watch, came out from the corner with big eyes and small eyes, and arrested the three of them. with.

"Let me see, they are all Gryffindor bastards, but we fell into my hands today, and I will make you pay for your stupid behavior!"

Neville was about to cry in fright. Although Filch was just a squib, it didn't prevent him from becoming the nightmare of many Hogwarts students. Even after many years of graduation, he still remembered childhood nightmares from time to time.
But in fact, after being caught by Filch, there is usually nothing wrong with it. The most serious thing is to notify the dean of the college and punish all kinds of "closed".

It is said to be closed, but it is not a small black room. The previous Hogwarts confinement was really confinement. After all, the cell in the basement was used for this. However, a long time ago, the Ministry of Magic thought it was too cruel, so it Requirements for Hogwarts abolished.

The current confinement is more about punishing physical labor, such as cleaning the corridors or cleaning the prize showroom, etc. The most serious ones are currently known to be cleaning the excrement of trolls and patrolling the Forbidden Forest at night.

So when Hermione and Neville were terrified to death, Joshua didn't have many mood swings.

The sound of heavy footsteps came from the darkness. Just when Filch thought it was another brave college student cursing at night, he raised the lantern in his hand to shine a light on it, only to find that the person coming was Quirrell with a big head wrap.

It is worth noting that he came from the end of the corridor on the fourth floor on the right side of the castle.

When he saw Filch's big face, he was startled and trembled all over.

"Professor Quirrell, you came just in time, watch me catch a few Gryffindor students!"

The appearance of the professor let Filch breathe a sigh of relief. You must know that there are many cases of students who were caught by him teasing him with magic spells and then escaped. Therefore, when the professor appeared, Filch's attitude became even worse.

"They're all a bunch of bad guys who violated the school rules. These bad guys should be sent to the dungeon!"

Quirrell took a closer look and found that the Gryffindor Filch was talking about was not Harry. He was much more relieved. After all, apart from the Harry Potter his master was talking about, there really was no student who could catch his eyes.

While Quirrell was looking at the three of them, Joshua also looked at Quirrell cautiously.

Quirinus Quirrell also graduated from Hogwarts, and is the most symbolic Ravenclaw of wisdom. This seems outrageous, but it is the case.

A long time ago, Dumbledore invited Quirrell to become the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts. At that time, he was not arrogant because of his talent. Practical experience that satisfies the Defense Against the Dark Arts course.

Quirrell used the time before school to accumulate practical experience in Defense Against the Dark Arts. Unfortunately, during the practice, he encountered Voldemort in a remnant state and was possessed by him.

He started to be afraid of everything, including his students, he started to stutter, his cowardice and helplessness were exposed, and he was like a different person.

You must know that Quirrell is one of the few wizards in the magic world who is proficient in the language of magical creatures. Although it is the language of trolls, it can be seen from this that he himself is not very bad.

"Mr. Filch, leave these students to me!" Seeing that it wasn't Harry, Quirrell relaxed a little. At the same time, in order to cover up that he was not among the professors who were patrolling the night today, he concealed his guilty conscience and asked Joshua a few times. The person was brought to an abandoned classroom on the fifth floor.

Joshua holds a pistol in his left hand and a wand in his right hand. He is on guard against Quirrell, and God knows what orders Voldemort will give him suddenly.

However, this kind of thing did not happen, but Quirrell, as a professor, punished the three of them for "confinement" by using a lot of messy ingredients in the classroom according to the recipe, and configuring a large amount of "troll feed".

After dropping the note recording the recipe, Quirrell left in a hurry.

There was a moment of silence in the classroom.

"What do we do now?" Neville asked.

Joshua thought for a while and said affirmatively, "Actually, we can just slip away now. Believe me, Professor Quirrell won't tell Professor Dumbledore."

"No!" Hermione sternly stopped, "This is the professor's punishment, we can't do this!"

I have to say this, Hermione is really like Professor McGonagall.

Suffering from helplessness, Joshua couldn't refute Hermione anymore, so he and Neville bitterly followed the recipe for nearly an hour, and made a big pot of something very similar to "swill".

Obviously, it was the troll intended to be fed to Quirrell, and there was actually only one troll that Quirrell brought to Hogwarts. It was the giant monster that was supposed to guard the Sorcerer's Stone level, but it was deliberately killed by him on Halloween. The giant monster that was released.

Thinking of this, Joshua had the thought of repaying the kindness in his heart.

While Hermione and Neville were resting, he ran to the feed bowl and started tinkering.

First of all, Joshua added Agent Double's hot chicken soup, making it a beautiful thing for the troll to eat.

Then came the senior's black tea, and poured the whole bottle in. After all, the troll has a little resistance to magic and physics, so that it can fully experience the love from the senior.

The second is Laoba's fermented bean curd, something that is approved by food festivals from the Muggle world. How could Joshua, who is a funeral director, miss this.

The boiled water from 1882 and the two-year-old Coca-Cola were all filled up. Anyway, they were all bad things opened by blind boxes, and they would take up space for items if they were not added.

"I would like to call it, Old Pangolin Senior Coke Soup!"

Looking at his outstanding creation, Joshua was extremely satisfied.

Although because of Joshua, Hermione is unlikely to go to the women's bathroom to cry alone and be attacked by the troll, but just to be on the safe side, Joshua thinks it's best not to let the troll see tomorrow the sun is wonderful
"What are you mumbling about, aren't you going back to the lounge?"

Of course, Hermione saw Joshua's bewilderment, but she didn't pay attention to it, mainly because she was tired from moving the ingredients when preparing the feed. Now, without Joshua saying it, she can't wait to go back to the lounge, covered in big hair. A sweaty Hermione wanted to take a shower.

"Go back now!"

Joshua pulled up Neville, who was almost exhausted from the ground, and at the same time, he wondered whether the physique of little wizards in the wizarding world really wasn't good enough, and they couldn't do it after this little activity. The things in the kitchen seemed to be for nothing.
When the three of them returned to the Hogwarts lounge, it was already early in the morning, and there would be classes tomorrow, so the three of them went back to their respective dormitories early to sleep.

(End of this chapter)