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Chapter 450: Out of Toilet Paper?
Chapter 450: Out of Toilet Paper?
The effects of the powerful laxative were indeed potent. After being pinched and force-fed a spoonful by Fred and George, Flint's stomach began to emit strange noises within thirty seconds.
Closing the stall door, the group exchanged mischievous grins and quietly left the boys' bathroom.
As they turned the corner, Fred whispered, "Are you sure we shouldn't take their wands?"
"Don't worry," Albert reassured them. "In an hour or two, the effects of the Disillusionment Charm will wear off completely, and they'll be too weak to care about their wands in the corner. I've already cast a spell on them, so they'll just think they misplaced their wands. Now, let's not discuss this further to avoid any slip-ups. Let's head to the library and wait for the show to begin."
Not long after Albert and his friends left, Flint, seated on the toilet, soon became distracted by the sounds of his own diarrhea. He felt a discomfort in his stomach.
Could there have been something wrong with the dinner?
But everyone else had eaten the same food, so why was he the only one with diarrhea?
Wait a minute! Flint's attention was drawn to the splashing sounds coming from the next stall. It seemed like someone else had also eaten something bad.
That's right, he remembered. Montague also seemed to have an upset stomach; they had come into the bathroom together.
For some reason, upon realizing that someone else was in the same unlucky situation, Flint felt less anxious and depressed, and his mood improved significantly.
However, his good mood didn't last long. Soon, the bathroom echoed with the sounds of more splashing, and the air became filled with a putrid stench.
Flint felt his entire being deteriorate, and his expression visibly sank.
"Are you alright in there?"
Montague's voice came from the next stall, sounding weak and exhausted.
"Not really. I ate something bad," Flint mumbled, his mind slightly hazy. He had forgotten how long he had been sitting on the toilet. He felt weak and almost faint.
"I think I'm going crazy. Maybe we should find Madam Pomfrey and ask her for some medicine. If this continues, I fear I might die of diarrhea," Montague said.
At that moment, the stall was filled with a foul stench, and Flint had lost count of how many times he had flushed. He felt so weak that he could barely stand, yet the stench persisted.
"Flint, do you have any toilet paper left? I seem to have run out over here," Montague said, his voice weak as he, too, was affected by diarrhea and felt mentally fuzzy. He instinctively reached for the toilet paper, only to be disappointed. Why was he so unlucky?
"Just a moment!"
Flint also reached for the toilet paper, only to find that there was just a small tuft left, barely enough for one more use.
Staring at that lone piece of toilet paper, Flint fell into a long silence. After a while, he finally replied, "I'm out, too."
This was followed by an even longer silence.
The sound of someone standing up came from the next stall, but Montague quickly returned to the toilet, followed by more splashing noises.
What was going on?! All I did was eat dinner, how did it lead to such severe diarrhea? Could there really be something wrong with the food?
Both boys' minds echoed with these thoughts.
"Flint, could you please get me some toilet paper from the next stall?" Montague finally asked for Flint's help. Due to offending George, this guy had been force-fed a large spoonful of the powerful laxative and was now suffering the consequences, desperately needing the toilet.
Flint remained silent for a long time before finally agreeing. After all, he also needed the toilet paper.
Making sure that no one else was in the bathroom, he cautiously stood up, preparing to get some toilet paper from the next stall.
In his haste, Flint didn't even bother to pull up his pants, and he sneaked over to the next stall like a thief, only to find that it was also out of paper. If it weren't for the small tuft in his stall, he would have suspected that the bathroom had run out entirely.
"It's all gone," Flint said, his voice filled with bewilderment and despair, his mind almost blank.
"What do we do now? How will we get out of here without toilet paper... I absolutely refuse to accept that," Flint thought, considering the prospect a disaster.
"None left? Then can we ask someone to bring us a roll?" Montague's weak voice called out from the next stall, his desperation echoing in his tone.
At that moment, the two boys deeply regretted not bringing that day's newspaper with them. They decided to wait, hoping that someone would eventually come in and help them.
However, they had forgotten that it was already after dinner, and the chances of another boy coming into the bathroom were slim. Moreover, students from other houses might not be willing to help; they would be lucky if they weren't laughed at.
Would any Slytherin student really come into this boys' bathroom? Perhaps only God knew the answer.
Little did they know that they weren't the only unlucky ones suffering from an upset stomach.
Not long ago, in the library, Albert, Fred, George, and Lee Jordan had been sitting near Slytherin student Bole, pretending to read books while secretly observing his reaction.
This guy, having taken Albert's so-called "Cleansing Pill," seemed to be experiencing some interesting side effects, as the laxative didn't seem to be as long-lasting as they had imagined.
In fact, just a few minutes after sitting down in the library, Bole started having stomach issues, and the rumbling noises attracted the attention of those around him.
Then, to the bewilderment of onlookers, Bole rushed out of the library, clutching his stomach and heading for the fifth-floor bathroom.
"What's wrong with him?" someone nearby asked, puzzled.
"Stomachache, maybe," Lee Jordan speculated.
"Probably an upset stomach," Fred said, clearly enjoying the other boy's misfortune.
"Want to bet on it? Loser has to sneak out during curfew tonight and bring back some midnight snacks," George suggested, standing up. "I bet he's rushing to the boys' bathroom."
"I hope he makes it in time," Albert said seriously, causing Fred, George, and Lee Jordan to stifle their laughter.
To avoid laughing out loud, the four of them left the library together.
Similar scenes were unfolding elsewhere as well.
To avoid causing a commotion, Albert had separated them earlier, though he admittedly wanted to witness the chaos of everyone rushing for the toilets.
Common sense prevailed over his morbid curiosity.
Madam Pomfrey was perhaps the most perplexed of all. At three-thirty in the morning, Filch and his cat discovered Flint and Montague. The caretaker had initially thought he had caught students sneaking out for a nighttime stroll, intending to catch and severely deduct points from those pesky kids.
However, when he found the two boys in the bathroom stalls, weak and disoriented from diarrhea, his expression was priceless. Ultimately, he reluctantly sent the two faint and mentally hazy boys to the school hospital.
(End of Chapter)
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