HP monster

Chapter 11 11

The two Weasley brothers found me again within a few days. They were very smart and came after checking Ravenclaw's class schedule. Childish, but you have to say that each one hides great business opportunities and wisdom. I guess the reason why they didn't come to Ravenclaw at the beginning is probably because their mischievous spirit has been covered up by the Sorting Hat. their wit.

"It's sincerity." George winked at me.

Fred went on to say: "Only after working together can we know what each other is good at."

The tacit understanding between them makes me envious. This is a tacit understanding that only belongs to relatives.

"No problem," I looked at the two of them, and said with a smile, "As a matter of sincerity, I will first teach you what is the effect of force."

There is no completely solid thing in the world, just like a wooden stick or a stone wall. After finding the correct proportion, it only needs to apply force at a few points to completely defeat the seemingly solid object.

Being led by the twins into an empty classroom, we took stones and wooden sticks of different shapes, and conducted research experiments one by one to prove the theory, and then recorded the conclusions drawn in the notebook specially prepared for our research.Until dinner was approaching, I faced the rubble on the ground and proposed to the twins: "Maybe we can stay in school for Christmas and perform boulders on the chest and light bulbs with our feet, what do you think?"

Fred immediately lifted a small stone slab to put on George's chest. He almost broke George's ribs with too much force. George kicked him back hard, and the stone slab flew up from his hand and hit me straight.

I walked away in embarrassment, I thought that my idea had been defeated by the cruel facts the second it was born.

The following campus life is basically very comfortable. Every day after lunch, I meet with Harry to have some small desserts under the tree by the lake and chat about my recent life.Experimenting with twins twice a week, one on Muggles and one on wizards, we've now worked out a mass-producible snot wand - no matter who holds it for more than three seconds, the wand will In an instant, it turned into something like slug mucus, which covered the entire palm, making it difficult to clean and very disgusting. This was inspired by Snape, the old bat who lived underground in Hogwarts, and I would like to express my sincere respect to him here.

Well, that's why I call my life basic, and after every good day there is a dark night, I suspect Snape will be using the slugs for his classes for the next three years Hand it over to me, one basket per day, the weight will always be more than a little.

When I once again held my breath and quickly finished the whole basket of slugs, Snape stood up from the pile of homework: "Come here."

How many sad memories tell me, don't doubt every word, every word of the professor, even if one day he suddenly dances a hula dance in front of you, don't be surprised.

Hitting a wit fiercely, I was severely disgusted by my last idea.

I quickly followed him into a room inside—this was a forbidden area in the past, and he never told me what was going on here, even if I glanced over the door frame, I would be stared at by his death rays.

But today is like this...I suddenly feel like I am playing an RPG game and now is the moment when the system prompts LV, the upgrade has passed the new copy?

Carefully pushing the door open and going in, what came to his face was a large smell of herbs, which was exactly the smell of Snape, but it was stronger.Snape had been waiting impatiently. Looking around, I realized that this was probably Snape's exclusive potion making room.

"Please?"

He gritted his teeth and asked questions in a declarative tone... He was so frightened that he almost broke out in a cold sweat, and hurried forward to catch the large glass of black water that he just came over.

"Drink up."

Staring at the still bubbling black pulp, I swallowed hard and couldn't believe it again: "All?"

Snape said nothing, but his expression told me that if he didn't act, he would bathe me in slugs.Enduring the nausea, I took the cup, held my breath, and poured it all into my stomach, mouth, throat...everywhere I touched the potion, there was sourness repeatedly...

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Facing the place where Snape's black robe had been stained with vomit, I was stunned for two seconds. The desire to escape was stronger than the nausea that kept rising in my throat. I turned around and quickly fled from his office.

——This is the behavior of an ostrich, yes, but when you face Snape and dare to spit it out at him like I do, I can guarantee that you absolutely want to get into the cracks in the ground and never come out again.

I promise, I just tried really hard to endure it, but sometimes the human instinct is powerless to stop it, isn't it?

— Well, now I can guarantee one thing.Not only until the end of this semester, maybe until graduation, I will accept the crazy siege from Snape.

"Dickas, you ended today so early!" Harry's erratic eyes wanted to look at me but didn't dare to look at me, letting me know that he must have done something that shouldn't be done without telling me.

But now is not the time to talk about that.

"Help me to the toilet!" The voice was so weak that I felt like I was already shouting, but the voice was not only lower than a whisper, but even trembling unconsciously.Harry was terrified, but fortunately he didn't stare at me, but quickly put my weight on him, and walked looking for the nearest men's room-it didn't take long for Harry to know that the cellar was so far away. Nearest, the closest men's room was the one in the Slytherin common room.

He hesitated again and again, looking at me - I didn't even have the strength to speak, so I could only let him half-drag, half-hug, and bump into the steps from time to time...

The young master of the Malfoy family happened to come over at this time.

"Malfoy!" Harry adjusted his glasses uncomfortably, but yelled at him anyway.It was late at this time, and there was no one in front of the Slytherin common room except Draco Malfoy.

I saw the little nobleman reluctantly stop, his jaw raised slightly, and his expression was instantly provocative, disdainful, mocking and... doubtful.

Well, I mean great, which means he's just a kid anyway, thanks for being a kid, and that's the only way he'll be spooked by Harry and say the password and bring us into Slater Lin damn extravagant men's toilets - I'm definitely not envious of toilets in other colleges.

Harry said to him with a serious face: "Dickas was murdered, if you don't hurry up and take him to a place where he can scrub the wound, he will definitely die here immediately, and you will be an accomplice by then, Malfoy. They will Point at you and tell your father: This kid has killed, we will arrest him and enter Azkaban now."

I can guarantee that this passage is definitely changed from the lines in the shooting show.

Harry has learned badly.

... Maybe it should be said that I am glad that I still have the spirit of cranky thinking. When facing the toilet, all the uncomfortable energy surged up in an instant, and I felt that all my blood, energy, and water in my body were quickly Flushing through the toilet into the soil that leads to nowhere, maybe with my level of effort, after these damn things are decomposed, a monster tree that also grows disgusting Bara can be cultivated in that soil.

I should have a chance to learn blood magic and find my son planted in the soil.

"Dickas!" Harry screamed, trying to catch my slipping body.

God knows, I have no strength at all...

My eyelids became heavier and heavier, and I watched the toilet bowl get farther and farther away from me, and then there was a bang, and a group of people's faces appeared indistinctly on top of my head, making it extremely noisy.

... Consciousness ends here.

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Probably in a dream, I heard Harry sobbing and crying again.

He said sorry over and over again, crying out of breath.

I want to raise my hand to pat his back again, to help him smooth his Qi, but the strength seems to no longer belong to me, or some kind of Ruanjing San cartilaginous paste from martial arts novels has been used on my little-known On the little monster, either... maybe this is not a dream.

"Harry?" My voice became hoarse and unpleasant, like the saw-sawing voice of an old witch described in a fairy tale.

"I'm sorry...Dickas, I...Dickas?!" Harry jumped up from the chair, he looked at me in disbelief, stayed for two seconds, and released a bright smile, but the smile became bigger and bigger. It became more and more distorted, more and more distorted, and within two seconds, it turned into a crying face with the cry of "Wow--".

"Dicka-hicc-si, it's all-hicc-it's my fault-"

Harry was crying so sadly that he couldn't utter a complete sentence. Fortunately, Madam Pomfrey rushed over in time when she heard the voice.She patted Harry on the head and told him to go back first.

Seeing her pinching the bottle containing the green potion in her hand, I couldn't help shivering all over my body.

She saw it sharply: "Child, this is different. We didn't expect you to be so repulsive to that potion, but if you drink this bottle, you will find that not all potions are difficult to drink."

She handed the medicine to me, and I couldn't help but backed away—it wasn't quite like me, but the memory left by the potion was really not good, so I tried to change the subject: "Ma'am, Harry?"

"Ah, he..." She cooperatively put away the potion first, sat on the edge of my bed and helped me tuck the quilt, "Harry told us everything that happened that day, including the fact that he lied to little Malfoy I said it when I was there." Probably she also thought it was funny, paused, coughed lightly, and then continued, "He thinks that you haven't woken up because of his crow's mouth. He regrets it so much. He refused to leave and insisted on waiting by your bedside for you to wake up."

"He...how many days have I slept?"

"Three days, okay boy, your body urgently needs this bottle of potion to help you recover."

Maybe she felt that the foreshadowing was enough?The topic returned to that bottle of green liquid in an instant. I felt that all the oxygen in my body was about to be taken away by this bottle of liquid. I was almost trembling. I looked at her: "Must?"

She replied without doubt: "It must be."

The author has something to say:

Momo is so cute, isn't she!

Or are the girls too bad?Every time I make up my mind to update the next day, a cute girl will pop up and make a certain star feel embarrassed about the next day “_”

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