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However, Ron didn't care about anything else. Without even glancing at it, he threw Mibumibo hard towards Malfoy.
To be honest, Ron may have really inherited the twin batters' talent. Mibu Mibu flew through the air in a perfect arc and landed precisely in Malfoy's mouth.
Malfoy instinctively shut his mouth, but it was too late.
Mibumibo, once stimulated, will spray out a large amount of liquid, and now it has been stuffed into Malfoy's mouth, pushing it deep into Malfoy's throat.
Malfoy's swallowing motion pressed down on it, his tongue frantically circling its tip before gently pressing against its boil.
Mibumibao was greatly stimulated, and thick sap gushed out from the boils on the plant.
Streams of sticky, foul-smelling, dark green liquid splattered all over the carriage.
The ceiling and windows were covered in spray spots, looking like a disgusting, bursting beef ball.
Ron instinctively hid behind the door. Although the juice didn't hit his face, it drenched him, making his head look like he was wearing a sticky, dirty green hat.
Neville was less fortunate, getting his face covered in thick fluid. He shook his head, trying to squeeze the fluid out of his eyes, which were the worst affected.
Luna reacted quickly, using "Sing the Quibbler" to cover her face, thus avoiding being sprayed with the disgusting juices.
Ginny's performance was even more outstanding. She already possessed agile reflexes, otherwise she wouldn't have become a professional Quidditch player in the original story. This summer, she received combat training at the Levin family, which further enhanced her abilities. In addition, after officially joining the Genius Club, she drank a permanent attribute potion. It can be said that her agility is at least 18 points or higher.
As the ink flew towards her and Gabriel, she quickly cast the Barrier Charm, and a transparent wall rose in time to block the ink.
Harry was the worst off. He was busy catching Rafer with both hands and didn't have time to defend himself from the splashing ink. As a result, like Neville, he was shot face-first, with the thick liquid even shooting directly into his mouth. The smell was foul and disgusting, like excrement.
But the little bit of juice he swallowed was nothing compared to the amount Malfoy received, who was directly oral sex with.
Malfoy cried out in surprise at the gushing liquid from his mouth, but the more he tried to shut his mouth, the more thick liquid sprayed out.
He mumbled incoherently, "Quick...save...me!"
Goyle and Crabbe were standing behind Malfoy, so they were among the lucky ones who weren't affected by the stench. They exchanged a glance and immediately braved the stench to come to his rescue.
Goyle reached into Malfoy's mouth, trying to pull Mibumi out.
However, he was also shot by Mibumibao.
Crabbe, on the other hand, was more decisive; he raised his hand and slapped Malfoy across the back of the head.
Crabbe, a burly man, didn't hold back when he slapped Malfoy, leaving him dizzy and disoriented. Fortunately, the force of the blow also sent Mibbi flying, crashing into the windowsill and then hitting Ron on the head.
Ron cried out in pain and slapped the Mibumibo off his head.
However, Malfoy was not in good condition. He had been shot a huge glob of thick juice into his mouth by Mibumibo. Because Mibumibo was so long, it went deep into his throat, so a lot of the juice went directly into his nasal cavity through his trachea, and some went down his esophagus into his stomach, making him feel extremely nauseous.
At this moment, he felt his stomach churning, and the stench that hit his nostrils made him sneeze and snot, in addition to the slap Crabbe had just given him.
With all three methods employed, Malfoy suddenly felt everything go black.
This led him to misjudge his own situation.
Malfoy lay on the ground, rolling around frantically, his face as pale as paper, repeatedly shouting, "I'm poisoned! I'm poisoned! Someone, please help me! I'm going to die!"
His shrill voice was so loud that it made everyone in the private room's heads buzz.
Holy crap, is this poisonous?!
Harry stared blankly at Malfoy's painful struggle for several seconds before he came to his senses.
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He reached into his mouth and tried to spit out the thick juice he had just swallowed.
Ron also patted all the liquid off his head, then looked at Harry nervously, afraid that he had also been affected.
Harry covered his neck again, just remembering that he had a mosquito bite on his neck, which could probably be considered a wound.
He thought to himself, "In that case, wouldn't the poison have already seeped into the wound?"
Seeing this, Ron said, "Harry, don't worry! I think I read it in a Muggle book my dad bought. It mentioned that if someone is bitten by a poisonous snake, they can suck out the venom with their mouth. Let me help you suck out the venom!"
Harry paused, realizing he'd heard this before, and hurriedly nodded, urging Ron to hurry up.
However, Ron calmly said, "The book also mentions a first aid tip: before using this first aid method, you must be careful if the rescuer has mouth ulcers, then you must not suck! Fortunately, I don't have any ulcers now."
After saying that, he hugged Harry and put his mouth to his neck.
The commotion inside their box grew louder and louder, especially Malfoy's piercing screams, which pierced through the soundproof glass and reached Levin's side.
Hermione, who was completely absorbed in her studies, finally couldn't take it anymore. She looked up, her brows furrowed, and asked, "What's all that noise next door? Can't you ask them to be quiet?"
Levin shrugged, indicating, "I can't!"
But since Hermione has spoken, there's no need to watch the show any longer.
He stood up, opened the door to the private room, and prepared to go and stop the next room from causing an even bigger mess.
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Chapter 499 The Mibu Mibao Rebellion
Levin cautiously pushed open the door to the next private room, and the comical scene before him almost made him burst out laughing.
Malfoy lay on the ground, his lips twitching as he kept shouting, "Poison! Poison! I'm going to die!"
That desperate look in his eyes made it seem as if he was about to die.
Goyle and Crabbe stood anxiously around Malfoy.
Goyle pressed down on Malfoy's chest, trying to stabilize him; while Crabbe took a deep breath, preparing to give Malfoy artificial respiration.
However, their first aid measures did not seem to work very well. Malfoy's first kiss, which Pansy Parkinson had been longing for, was stolen by Crabbe's thick lips. But Crabbe never liked brushing his teeth, and his sour breath filled the mouth, making Malfoy roll his eyes and worsen his condition.
Meanwhile, his old rival Harry was in a completely different situation. He was sitting in a chair with an inscrutable expression.
His somewhat ecstatic appearance, as if he were enjoying himself, yet there was also a hint of itchiness, making him wriggle his body and groan softly.
Ron was clinging to Harry's neck, his mouth pressed against his skin, seemingly sucking his blood or doing something else entirely.
Neville squatted to the side, looking at the listless Mibumibo in his hand with a worried expression.
This poor plant has suffered too much: first it was tossed around like a sandbag, then it was stuffed into someone's mouth while they were still alive to extract its juice. Originally a 19-year-old, upright cylinder, it has now become limp and sickly, unable to stand up again.
Luna, Ginny, and Gabrielle, three little girls, huddled in the corner of the box. One covered her face with a magazine, another covered her eyes with her hands, and the third covered her face with a silk scarf, all looking like they couldn't bear to watch.
But a closer look reveals that Luna's Quixote has two holes poked in it, Ginny's fingers have two slits showing, and as for Gabrielle's silk scarf, it's just a thin layer, what can it cover?
The three girls were watching the scene with great interest, looking like they were enjoying the spectacle.
Seeing this, Levin shook his head helplessly and said, "Stop howling, Mibumibao's stinky juice is not poisonous."
Although his voice wasn't loud, it carried absolute authority in the eyes of everyone, and the entire private room immediately fell silent.
Malfoy stopped calling out, Crabbe and Goyle stopped giving him CPR, Harry sat up as if he'd been electrocuted, Ron quickly moved away from his neck, and the three girls stopped covering their faces to peek.
Seeing Levin there, Ginny immediately wanted to show off, so she waved her wand and called out in a clear voice:
"【Completely cleaned and refreshed】!"
With a wave of the wand, the stench in the private room vanished instantly, and the air became fresh again.
Harry touched his neck, where he couldn't see a clear hickey, like a birthmark.
Malfoy scrambled to his feet, hurriedly straightened his clothes, and fearing Levin's reprimand, glared at Harry and Ron before hastily leaving the box.
Seeing that the commotion was over, Levin nodded to everyone and returned to Zhang Qiu's private room.
The three girls then stood up as if the stench still lingered in the box and ran to the next room, leaving only Harry, Ron, and Neville behind.
The two groups chatted across the private room, discussing what had just happened, still looking shaken.
Ron angrily tore open a bag of potato chips and shoved it into his mouth, as if that would swallow all his rage. He chewed vigorously while muttering indistinctly, "That damned Malfoy, if I could get points deducted from his account, I..."
Ginny chuckled softly to herself; she was increasingly enjoying seeing her brother get anxious and agitated.
She reminded them, "Don't forget, class leaders can't deduct points from each other."
Ron snorted resentfully and continued muttering, "I know! What about Crabbe and Goyle? I'll find something on them, won't I..."
“Prefects shouldn’t abuse their power, Ron!” Hermione joined the conversation, speaking sternly.
“Yes, that’s right, but Malfoy would never abuse his power,” Ron said, sticking out his neck. “He was just trying to deduct points from Neville’s score!”
"So, you're going to lower yourself to that level?!" Hermione demanded.
“No—I just want to make sure he teaches my friend a lesson before he bullies him,” Ron said loudly.
Seeing his two friends arguing again, Harry couldn't help but try to mediate: "For Merlin's sake, Ron..."
Ron suddenly had an idea and said happily, "Hey, I've got it! I'm going to make Goyle write sentences, that'll kill him! He hates writing the most."
He lowered his voice, mimicking Gore's rough, hoarse tone, and scrunched up his face as if concentrating painfully, pretending to write in the air: "I... absolutely... cannot... be... like... a... baboon's... ass."
His imitation made Ginny and Gabrielle burst out laughing.
The train sped along the winding tracks, heading north.
The weather outside the car window was unpredictable; raindrops would sometimes tap sparsely on the window, and sometimes disappear, giving way to the lazy sun peeking out.
But the sun's rays are always so fleeting, quickly obscured by drifting clouds, as if playing hide-and-seek with the passengers.
As night fell, the train lights came on, casting a dim, yellow glow inside the carriage. Gabrielle pressed her forehead curiously against the window, trying to peek at the scenery outside.
However, it was a moonless night, and it was pitch black outside the window. Only raindrops slid obliquely onto the window, leaving streaks of water. The rain-soaked car window became blurry and looked dirty.
The train slowly slowed down, and the carriage began to get noisy. The sounds of luggage being dragged, pets barking, and passengers talking mingled together as everyone busily organized their belongings in preparation for disembarking.
Hermione, Cho Chang, and Ron disappeared from the carriage again to keep order, leaving Levin to escort Gabrielle off the train.
Hagrid, who has come to welcome new students every year without fail for decades, was absent this year, and Professor Grappleland took his place.
She carried a tattered little oil lamp and staggered towards them, shouting loudly:
"First-year students, please line up here! All first-year students, follow me!"
Before parting, Gabrielle hugged Levin tightly, her voice trembling slightly: "Levin, I want to go to Ravenclaw. What should I do when we're sorted into our houses?"
She had clearly overheard the other freshmen discussing the various departmental arrangements, and her heart was filled with tension.
Levin patted her back gently, smiling reassuringly, "Don't worry, Gabrielle. The Sorting House isn't that scary. The school won't ask you to take down a giant right now. Just relax, believe in yourself, and everything will be alright."
However, Levin maintained the tradition of not telling freshmen how to sort into houses, and did not tell Gabrielle the specific sorting method.