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In a flat portrait—actually, it’s not flat even if you include the frame—a blond man and his two children begged for mercy with a sullen expression.
"Don't let Sa know about this," one of the greatest wizards in the history of magic begged for mercy, "he will really tear me apart."
"You should be lucky that your Excellency was bored for a moment today and went to help show him the cauldron." Draco's mouth twitched, and he glanced at Harry who was waving his wand to put away all the painting tools, and then at the blond man who put his hands in front of him and wanted to beg for mercy. Man, I don't know whether to complain about the former and let 'that lord' help him look after the crucible, or to complain about the latter, which is obviously a portrait of a corpse pretending to be dead, and has no grace.
The man glanced at the empty photo frame next to him with an almost mournful face. The word "weeping without tears" was so vivid on his face.
"Lord Sazar asked me to take down your portrait," Harry said calmly in a tone that said, "Today's afternoon tea is a strawberry tart." "What do you think of this, Lord Gryffindor?"
The man looked even more frustrated, as if he had been stabbed again, a bloody stab.
"I knew it would be hard to hide it sooner or later," the man, Gryffindor, said, "but I didn't expect it to be so soon - how did you find out."
"You secretly moved a few times when no one was around. Am I so stupid that I couldn't tell?" Draco asked him, "You even pulled off a few petals from the rose, but the rose in the portrait will not wither!"
"Ahem," Harry took a sip of tea and reminded, "This is not the point now - my potion is expected to boil in half an hour, which means Sazar will be back in half an hour, maybe he will take you There’s no telling how to draw the portrait.”
The implication is that you will be caught soon, and you will be taken down if you don't catch the bag. This is your current crisis, Your Excellency!
"What about your respect for the founder of the school," Harry said when he saw the blond Gryffindor. "Isn't respecting teachers written into the student code?"
"Wait until you are hung in the headmaster's office before you ask us to respect our teachers." Draco looked at the portrait with contempt. "Now - tell us, how can you be taken down from the wall? His Excellency said he would not I wish your portrait was here, next to him."
Did he have to stab this guy's wound repeatedly - as if this stab wasn't deep enough. Harry shook his head mentally.
Draco was getting bolder, but his bad taste was still there. Every time he did something like this, Harry had the urge to slap him on the back of the head.
"Draco—" he warned in a drawn-out voice.
"Why, I didn't make this up!" Draco said nonchalantly, "The badge on my chest is not a lion - I am not a Gryffindor student! Neither are you, the badge on your chest is an eagle! You are not happy What kind of energy."
"This...does it mean that you, the British people, cannot respect the great American scientists?" Harry asked with a twitch in his mouth.
"How could I be disrespectful?" Draco said without blushing, as if he was not the one who just denied it. "I just want to practice my respect - I discovered the unique portrait of the great founder, the first headmaster, What should we do? Of course, hand it over to the school! Let him be hung in the principal’s office and admired by the students!”
What he said was plausible and full of confidence. Harry thought for a while, but couldn't find anything to refute for a while, so he could only choke silently.
"Wait, doesn't Sa know that? You can't do this..." Gryffindor immediately reiterated his request.
"What the hell, Sa, can't you say your name properly!" Draco thought of what the blond ghost had done, and his throat felt as if something was blocked. He flicked the wand and whispered a spell, and the wand actually turned into A paintbrush, "Didn't you guys have a disagreement and break up?! Why are you so affectionate?"
Harry looked at the paintbrush in his hand in shock - Draco's transfiguration seemed to be improving again.
"You and your children often argue about some things," Gryffindor said calmly in this regard. "Sometimes you even go back to the cellar to show that you ignore him - but is this called a breakup? You Try breaking up with your little friend first? And how could I break up with Sa? What's wrong with the history of magic books?"
To be honest, Harry was surprised by his calmness - judging from the two ghosts before and Sazar's attitude, he thought this question would be so unspeakable, so secretive, and so painful.
"——You are peeping!" Draco pointed out this angrily and pointed at the portrait with his paintbrush.
He and Harry always choose places where no one is around to quarrel, and Harry also chooses places where no one is around when he beats him up. This secret room, where the portraits are sometimes not even in the frame, is certainly a good place, but because of this, it also means that Many things have been seen by this portrait of pretending to be dead.
"I never said I couldn't move." Gryffindor's portrait said slyly, "You can't just judge that I'm pretending to be dead just because I haven't moved - and you can't say that I'm peeping. Are you doing this in public? If you forget your image and talk about something private, then when you come back to your senses, can you turn around and accuse others of peeping?"
"Oh," Harry raised his head and shrugged unmoved, while Draco sneered, "How about we send you to the principal's office now?"
The calm posture of the blond man in the portrait disappeared immediately.
Harry suppressed a smile and shook his head - being capable and eloquent is certainly something to be proud of, but when you are just a picture of someone who is at the mercy of others, and you still have things to ask of the other party, it is easy to poke your weak spot.
No matter what the portrait said, Draco could silence the portrait just by saying, 'I'll take you to the principal's office.' He was so unreasonable.
The Gryffindor turned his head towards Harry.
"Although you can speak Parseltongue, you are a student of Rowena, not Slytherin," he could be said to be pleading. "As a Ravencw and a student of Hogwarts, you will never neglect a headmaster. your wish, right?"
Harry shook his head regretfully and expressed his thoughts: "This is not your place, Sir, it is Sir Sazar's place - it is up to him to decide whether to hang here or not. I can't help you because of this. This is tantamount to violating Sazar’s wish.”
What he said sounded very fair, but in fact, he still gave Sazar the initiative. Not only he knew it, but everyone knew that people's hearts are biased - for Harry, even if he is the founder of another college Compared to Lord Gryffindor, who has been silently pretending to be dead, of course Sazar, who has been taking care of him and guiding him, is more kind and respectable, and he is also willing to listen to Sazar's words more.
"So don't we need your help?"
Gryffindor was lying in front of the picture frame like he was lying in front of a window, and said eagerly, "Sa and I... and Sazar haven't seen each other for a long time, we need to take our time... If he knows that my portrait is alive, he will Would be very angry.”
"Then I'll tear you apart." Draco smiled maliciously and said.
"Your Excellency... you must know that I will not help you lie to Sazar." Harry raised his hand as if answering a question in class and immediately made his attitude clear, "What can you ask us to do to help you."
"Let's do this," Gryffindor put on a deliberation expression, "Let's make a compromise - since you took Sazar's small portrait away, how about taking my portrait down as well? In short, don't Let me stay in the storage box again, and that will be the end of it. Sazar's storage box can only store dead things, and it will make my portrait really dead."
"...If you are taken away by me, you will still be discovered." Harry said sincerely.
"So of course I'm not asking you to take him away," Godric said, "I'm asking this Slytherin kid to take him away."
"What?! Why!" Draco jumped up immediately, shocked.
"Do you think it's possible?" Harry thought it was amazing that the other party could make this suggestion, so he asked with sincere admiration using honorifics, "Do you really think it's possible? Really?"
React as if the other person is joking.
Godric: "…………Boys, can you please give me some face?"
"Your face was lost when you pretended to be dead," Draco said angrily.
"In the final analysis, there is absolutely no need to do this," Harry said slowly. "Since you feel that your relationship with Sazar is just a 'quarrel between friends'... then you can tell him openly and openly, and there is no need to hide your head. At the end of the day, there will be no such worries.”
Godric shook his head vigorously, dejectedly, "He won't do it."
If it weren't for his appearance, Harry would have thought he and the sad ghost were two different people.
"It's a bit strange." Harry pulled Draco and whispered into his ear, "He is different from the ghosts we saw back then."
The dissipated ghost... was anxious and sad, desperate and persistent. It was obviously a face that was younger than the portrait, but Harry knew that it had probably gone through thousands of years. The aura it exudes is enough to let everyone who sees him know his sadness. Even if his words are not coherent, he rarely pays attention to anyone.
The portrait that contrasts with it is like a young man who is unmotivated and unwilling to even take a step to try. He is like a cowardly young man huddled in a turtle shell, even though he can think, talk and have his own emotions. With thinking, he is more like a person than a ghost, but he and the ghost are like two...
"...and ghosts are like twin brothers." Harry finally chose this adjective.
Draco squinted at him with a 'what the hell are you talking about' expression.
"Twins who look the same, some of them look very similar, but have very obvious differences in personality." Harry explained, and at the same time felt a little frustrated that the joke was not working, "Don't you think that the Lord Gryffindor in the portrait is different from the one in the portrait? Your Excellency in ghost state, is there a big difference?"
"Can't you just say they look like two people?"
"The problem is, they still have similar parts."
Harry glanced at the portrait after saying a word. The latter was looking at them with a sad expression - as if he was looking at them, but also seemed to be in a daze.
"Ding da da."
Suddenly his bag rang. Harry pulled it over, took out a pocket watch, took a look at it, and said in surprise: "It's almost time - I have to go, Draco."
"Wait a minute -" Draco gritted his teeth, "You're just going to leave this painting to me alone? What should I do?"
"I don't know what to do about this," Harry sighed, "but if I don't get back in time to tend to the cauldron, Professor Felton will scold me."
After saying that, he picked up his bag and walked out, leaving Draco alone and stretched out his hand several times at his back. Finally, he stamped his feet fiercely and muttered: "Why would Felton scold you - he would put all his temper It happened to me -" while he began to cast a spell on Godric's frightened portrait again, "-come on, I have to take 'you' down, Lord Gryffindor, even if I tear down this wall. Take it down—"
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Harry once again had to walk through the corridors of Hogwarts, and then he met Ron and his group on the second floor of the castle. He stood on the lower steps and looked up at the threesome on the upper floor, and couldn't help but burst into laughter.
"Hey, Harry!" Ron greeted, and Neville's eyes lit up when he saw Harry, and then he greeted him: "Harry!"
"Harry! Oh, I know what you're laughing at - don't laugh!" Hermione held her schoolbag listlessly. She looked very embarrassed, her brown hair was even more shocking than when Harry saw her in the morning, and her nose and Her face was covered in black ash, and she was holding a handkerchief to clean herself up just like how Draco pushed Harry down on the stool last time.
Harry looked to the left and saw that Ron and Neville were even worse than her - they had all turned into real afros, and the gray on their faces was thicker.
"What happened? Did you just come back from Charms class?" This situation made Harry couldn't help but make such a guess, and said with a smile, "I remember, did Ron spell the wrong spell last time?"
"Oh, forget it." Hermione and the two boys took a step to the left, stepping closer to Harry on the moving steps, "It's Professor Lockhart - none of us can successfully cast the spells he teaches - I I can’t believe that we actually believed that it was a real spell! And in the previous lessons, he just asked us to read and write hymns - hymns! Read! Look what kind of Defense Against the Dark Arts class we are taking! Like this - —How can we learn knowledge!”
Her turbulent momentum made Harry couldn't help but take a few steps back calmly, even though he and the girl were not on the same floor. He looked up and saw that Ron and Neville also took a step back at the same time.
"It's like Lockhart will give you some serious paper during the final exam," Ron comforted him, "Hermione, I think as long as you can memorize his and his disgusting paper, you can get an O—— "
"This is not the purpose of my study!" Hermione was as angry as if her favorite clothes had been bought. Suddenly she looked hesitant, and then she leaned on the stair railing and asked Harry, "Harry, Professor Felton still accepts apprentices or Assistant? Will he teach you the real thing to repel black magic?"
"Well, he teaches everything." Although Harry didn't expect her to ask this, he immediately understood why she asked, "I'll ask Professor Felton for you, Hermione."
"Thank you - thank you! Harry! That would be great if you could!"
Hermione couldn't be happier.
"Felton is just a little better than Snape," Ron couldn't help complaining, "He just transferred Snape's pickiness about Harry to Malfoy. I really don't know why you all think Felton's Defense Against the Dark Arts class is better."
"You just think Lockhart's class is a place for sleeping and deserting," Hermione said.
"I think Professor Felton is better than Snape." Neville said.
I heard that Hryffindor excitedly held a celebration party when he learned that Snape had resigned. He partyed all night long, and the senior students led the junior students to play with their legs. In the end, they were either drunk or sleeping... It seems that this is what Harry heard about. it is true.
This was enough to prove how much Gryffindor expected Snape to disappear from Hogwarts, and also proved how harsh Snape was to Gryffindor, which left Harry with lingering fears - thanks to Draco reminding him in Diagon Alley at that time, otherwise if he really progressed like his father Gryffindor, with his wonderful attraction of hatred for Snape, Gryffindor's gem storage is running out every day, and labor services may have to be scheduled until next year, not to mention the results of the final exam.
He patted his chest and reminded himself not to scare himself - you are not a Gryffindor after all, so what if Snape is here, if he really deducts points to the end, the first person to settle the score with him will be Dean Flitwick.
"But I still envy you, Harry," Neville said sincerely, "You don't have to waste time on Professor Lockhart's classes and you can still learn something."
"Professor Felton is a very good professor in addition to being strict." Harry replied. Seeing Ron's 'are you kidding me' expression, he subconsciously touched his chin, "Well, although I am really picky about Draco. A little, but at least he won't deduct Slytherin's points randomly."
Felton is actually not a person who likes to talk. Apart from his obvious pickiness with Draco, he only gives short instructions to others. Even Harry can hardly get a long sentence from him in reply. From Harry's understanding of him, it was better to say that he was too lazy to do it than not to do it.
"makes sense."
Ron thought about Snape, shuddered, and nodded his head hard.
"Ah, I have to rush to Professor Felton's office quickly." Harry glanced at the pocket watch and turned around hurriedly, "The professor instructed me to make a blood tonic today. The brewing time is almost up."
"Okay, then I'll see you at lunch." Hermione waved goodbye to him.
He hurried to the Potions Professor's office, and when he read the password and stepped in, he found that a person was already standing in front of his cauldron, stirring the potion in the pot at a steady speed with a stirring rod.
If Professor Felton only looked at the cloak and back, standing in front of the crucible, he looked more like a witch in a fairy tale than anyone else. Harry couldn't help but think, then shook the thought out of his mind.
"You have ten seconds to add the dipteran powder," Felton seemed a little dissatisfied. He rarely asked Harry, "Where have you been?"
"I went to the library, Professor. I need some reference books." Harry said honestly half of his goal. He glanced at the table and found that Sazar's photo frame was turned upside down next to a pile of books. He breathed a sigh of relief. , then came to the table, picked up the processed Dipterocarpus powder, stood beside Felton, and slowly added it to the crucible while counting the seconds.
He then carefully raised his head and looked at Felton, who hesitated for a moment and then returned the stirring stick in his hand to him.
"Thank you." Harry whispered his thanks, and then followed the instructions in the book - three turns counterclockwise and seven turns clockwise, a total of sixteen times of stirring back and forth.
His hands are very steady, and counting seconds is as standard as a counter. There is no need for an hourglass or a pocket watch - these are all small habits that Hank trained him step by step when he was doing chemical experiments when he was a child - as he stirs, the crucible becomes clear and translucent. The blue slowly turned into a turbid and slightly yellowish milky white, and with the last stirring, it completely turned back to bright blue.
"The blood replenishing agent requires a long-necked bottle and an oak stopper," Felton stood behind him, originally silent, but now he added, "Because the dosage is meaningless if the dosage is insufficient, and the volatile smell of the oak stopper can neutralize the time it is left. It’s an acidity that’s produced over a long period of time, otherwise, it can slightly damage a person’s stomach and throat—although it’s just a minor problem.”
"I understand, Professor, Potions is a rigorous subject." Harry replied loudly without taking his eyes away from the cauldron, "No minor errors are allowed."
Felton nodded slightly, agreeing with his answer, and then left him - judging from the sounds Harry heard, he probably sat on a sofa at the back for a rare occasion and took out his Something was turning slightly, making a slight rustling sound.
A strange sound came out of the crucible, as sweet as a bird's song. Harry quickly took out the prepared flask and oak stopper and began to carefully remove the bottle. Finally, he plugged the oak stopper, then turned back and took the potion to Felton. examine.
Felton's requirements are very strict.
——Just like now. He raised the bright blue flask with some fine milky white crystals deposited on it, shook his wrist slightly, and then hummed softly.
Harry had gotten along with Felton a lot and knew that it meant 'flawed', so he immediately stood up straight and prepared to be criticized.
"For a standard blood supplement, the crystals inside should be more finely divided." Felton said slowly.
Harry asked guiltily: "Why?"
"It would choke people to death," Felton said.
Harry: "…………"
Okay, this is considered mild. Harry still remembers that Draco and his class fell apart last time. He was still reciting Expelliarmus when he heard Felton say coldly: "——I'm using the magic spell to disable it now." If I take off half of your arm and let you drink the bone spirit you made yourself, you will know how unattractive your work is."
Harry held his head in resignation and took the failed potion: "Okay, I'll do it again, Professor."
"When boiling the borneol flower powder, you need to be slow," Felton said. "The crystallization can better incorporate the reagents. Making potions is not chemical reagents. Some reagents seem saturated, but sometimes they are not."
"Yes, Professor." Harry sighed, knowing that what he pointed out was indeed his misunderstanding, so he resigned himself to getting the materials again.
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When Harry had been doing this for about thirty minutes, green flames rose in the fireplace, and a person that Harry didn't expect stepped into the office - and glared at him.
Harry's mouth opened wide and he was so frightened that he almost dropped the stirring rod into the crucible. Felton gave him a tepid look, and then he regained his balance and focused on the potion in the crucible with a low eyebrow. The mist covered all his surprise.
However, it seemed that this uninvited guest, Snape, the original owner of this office, was more surprised than him.
"Potter?"
Snape took off the hood of his cloak, revealing a pale and thin face. He looked at Harry in shock. The emphasis in his words was still the same that Harry missed, like the feeling squeezed out between his teeth, " what are you doing here?"
"There's no Potter here." Before Harry could say anything, Felton put down the unknown booklet in his hand and said calmly, "Only Xavier."
"Everyone knows who Potter is."
This time Snape found a target for his anger - he sneered, immediately focused all his attention on Felton, and sniffed the smell in the air. As a potions master, his nose was so sophisticated that he could rely on residual He guessed the effect by using the taste of the ingredients and the cooking smell: "So...if I guess correctly, you are teaching him how to make...blood tonic?"
"Obviously." Felton stood up, his attitude very calm, "I don't see what's wrong with that."
"This is a course for seniors to learn," Snape said, emphasizing emphatically, "Our savior boy... is just a Ravencw who swears by it. I don't see any need for him to waste the material."
...So you feel sorry for the material? Harry thought.
"This is my office, my materials, my students and apprentices." Felton said very rudely, "Do you have any questions?"
Although the last sentence is a question, the tone is undoubtedly saying 'it's none of your business'.
Snape snorted, walked towards Harry, and pulled him aside by his clothes.
"Now, get out of here, Potter."
Snapped.
Harry hadn't come back to his senses yet, and was about to say, 'Yes, Professor' in a polite way, when he saw Felton standing behind him at some point, and slapped away Snape's hand holding his robe with his outstretched palm. .
"I guess it's not up to you to decide here."
Felton said dryly.
Snape was the rare person who allowed Felton to use honorifics...but his current attitude was definitely not respectful, and of course, the other party didn't seem to respect him very much either.
"Go to the back room," Felton pushed Harry and waved his wand to levitate the potion equipment, "I'll check on your progress later."
"...Hmph. I still can't figure out why Dumbledore would hire a freak like you."
Snape's expression told Harry that he undoubtedly harbored ill will towards Felton - whether it was suspicion, disdain, or distrust.
"You came here to bully students and despise me? Then you can rest." Felton said.
Harry couldn't help but want to laugh for no reason, but he was a man who knew the occasion, so he quickly followed the potion equipment into the back room and closed the door.
"Well, well. It seems that the fact that you are extremely biased towards Harry Potter is not a rumor I heard occasionally." Snape's tone was very soft, but his expression was very scary, "Maybe I should remind our headmaster of this. ...Why does a boy with mediocre grades get special favor from his professor?”
"Mediocre grades?" Felton said, "If you say so, then let's say mediocre grades. However, I think it's not me you should be wary of, but someone who seems to have a unique obsession with famous little boys... Liang The shiny new professor.”
"That's just a piece of shit." Snape sneered.
He knew some details about Felton, but not much. He only knew that this man came to England about ten years ago and easily gained Dumbledore's trust, but he often disappeared. At least before last year, Snape had only seen him once, and so far. I have never seen this man's face under the cloak. And it was this man who silently assisted the dangerous man on the side of the Savior Boy, breaking all the plans of the Dark Lord and Longbottom into pieces - yes, half into pieces, as if he only stretched out one hand. Work the same.
This made Snape extremely vigilant - who knew where this man came from as a dark wizard and how many dangerous spells he knew? This man has never been to Hogwarts. If he is a foreign wizard, who knows if his true face is that of a criminal?
During the year of working as a colleague, Snape gained more knowledge and understanding of Felton - this man seemed to have no heart, no emotion was ever revealed in his voice and every move, and he was picky. , his dissatisfaction, his politeness all seemed to be an act, just a necessary procedure for some reason. Snape was even sure that there was a face under the cloak that could not even smile.
It can be said that Felton has never been happy or angry.
How deep is the city to turn a person into like this?
But it happened that such a man showed a clear preference for Harry Potter and Lily's son. This was a wake-up call for Snape, forcing him to always be on guard against this man and pay attention to that damned person. The unsuspecting boy.
"You don't have to be so vigilant," Felton sat down again and flipped through the booklet. "You are concerned about your friend's son, and I am concerned about Harry Xavier. There is no conflict."
If it weren't for the wrong timing, Snape would have wanted to curse him.
"I don't know what you're talking about," he said deadpan.
"I know very well why the Dark Lord was planning to kill Lily Potter in the first place." Felton said, spreading the booklet in front of Snape, "You have been away from school during this period, and you have missed a lot. Something. But I think you can take a look at this."
If Harry were here, he would be speechless.
Felton actually had a copy of the photo from the day of the Quidditch match that was circulated among almost everyone in the grade - he even made a special photo album and arranged the photos neatly in it.
And Snape's eyes froze almost instantly when they came into contact with the photo album.
"There was an old time in my life," Felton said. "I loved Quidditch very much and always liked to do some scary moves." His fingertips slid across the surface of the picture of Harry hanging the golden clock upside down on his broom. "This is the first time I've seen such a bold Seeker since his death."
He pushed the photo forward, but Snape subconsciously stepped back, as if there was a curse on the album.
"Don't you feel nostalgic?" Felton said, "Or have you never seen James Potter play?"
Snape was silent.
Felton suddenly chuckled, waved his wand, and closed the album.
"That's right," he whispered to Snape, "after all, no matter how similar he is, he is not James Potter - of course you won't feel nostalgic. Because the protagonist of this photo is completely Harry Xavier."
In a daze, Snape suddenly remembered what Felton had just said.
There is no Potter here.
There is only Xavier here.
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Draco was shocked when he rushed to the door of the Potions Master's office angrily.
The person who startled him looked down at him and looked at him. For some reason, he felt that his expression was very similar to that of another boy in the office. The two people with a slight blood relationship seemed like twin brothers at this moment.
There is a saying called 'Unfortunately, the world is all the same black and white'. This sentence can probably be changed here to 'The influence of the former Potions teacher is the same frightening'...
Snape looked at his godson and had to twitch his face. Then he put on the hood of his cloak again and walked towards the principal's office without saying a word.
"Stay away from this man." He opened his mouth and whispered as he passed by the boy.
"Ah? God, godfather?" Draco found his voice, and countless questions flashed through his mind, such as why his godfather came to school, why he was standing here, and what does 'stay away from this man' mean? …
However, Snape obviously didn't answer his question. He just gave the boy a stern look: "Don't act so stupid." He walked straight past Draco and added, "Take your Come on, little saviors, stay away from James Felton."
After saying that, he quickened his pace and really left without looking back this time. Draco looked at his back for a while before speaking the password to the door in a daze.
When he walked into the office, all he saw was Felton, who was sitting on the sofa and flipping through something he didn't know.
"Xavier is continuing to brew the potion in the inner room," Felton said without raising his head, "so you are practicing the spell here today."
"Here? Are you crazy? This place is full of..." Draco glared at him and looked around the room, "...so many precious materials!"
Yes, just like the news within Slytherin, Felton's office lobby is surrounded by lockers. If all the materials inside were replaced by gold galleons, the number would probably only be calculated using the carriages of Hogwarts, or even better. No one knows it, but people can't help but want to estimate the value.
"So you have to pay attention," Felton said flatly. "If you accidentally break something, you know the consequences."
"Anyway, you will only embarrass me, Professor." Draco was so angry that he could only mutter in a low voice, and then took out his wand, "What are you practicing today, Professor?"
Felton flicked his wand, and a piece of parchment appeared out of thin air and floated towards him.
Draco caught the piece of paper easily, and then his eyes widened even further: "So many... and why is there this... this..." He wanted to say black magic, but he didn't say it.
"It's just a side spell - it'll work," Felton said.
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So when Harry came out to get a cup of tea, he saw Draco, who was so tired that he was foaming at the mouth and lying on the side of the sofa. Felton was taking out a bottle of energy potion and planning to pour it into him.
He asked in confusion: "...Professor, what happened to him?"
Draco rolled his eyes at him - what's wrong with him?
"Just in time," Felton nodded, "Take your wand, you have been practicing for so long, you need to practice it on each other."
"Huh?" Harry took out his wand and hesitated, "But Professor, he is very tired."
"I gave him the energy potion," Felton said, "and then, you can't use your mutant powers."
Harry nodded, thinking that was the right thing to do.
"But it won't be like this next time." Felton looked at Draco, who was like a dead dog, and said coldly, "Your mutant ability is the same as your cousin Tanks's disguise magus. It is your own talent, and it is the same as your own. There is no difference in the magic power, it is neither a foreign object nor something given by others. In this case, don't say it is unfair to use it."
He turned his head again and faced Harry. Although his face could not be seen, Harry knew that he must be looking at him.
"And you, Xavier, one day you will no longer be able to hide these abilities of yours." Felton's tone was not warm at all even to Harry who was said to be 'extra biased', "What will you do then? "
Harry froze.
Draco, who was sitting on the sofa, was also stunned. He had just recovered from the symptoms of tired retching. He suppressed dizziness and raised his head to look up, repeatedly confirming whether he heard correctly. But at the same time, he noticed Harry's expression, which meant that he heard correctly and that Felton meant what he meant.
This man was slapping his student who had always been too 'biased'. If he hadn't heard it with his own ears, Draco would have thought that this man wouldn't have said anything straightforward to Harry that could hit Harry's heart.
But even so, what he said was very soft compared to his sarcasm towards Draco, like a soft egg pancake.
Harry's expression was as if he had accidentally eaten a cold egg pancake, which made him confused as he thought the pancake was still warm.
Draco pouted - he knew Harry cared deeply about this issue. Because this guy hid his other talent from the beginning. The reason was because he was afraid of being the center of attention, afraid of being in the limelight, afraid of not knowing anything else... But now, Draco thought about it carefully, I actually felt that this might be caused by the psychological shadow left by Harry in elementary school.
Harry was really afraid of being treated as an alien by his friends and classmates.
"I've never seen you use mutant abilities in school," Felton said, "but you have to understand that no matter what, you are a mutant with wizard blood."
"Even if he graduates, no one will find out," Draco couldn't help but say, "This question is not important at all."
"You are really so stupid -" Felton commented, "-you have such childish thoughts."
"That's it." He took out the wand and pointed to Draco, "You watch."
After speaking, when he was stunned by the two boys, he touched the curse. The entire room suddenly made a loud noise. The surrounding lockers suddenly dropped below the ground, the walls disappeared together, the items were floating away, and the items were floating away. , Packing on the side, only one sofa and three people staying in the middle, even the ceiling is raising, slowly becoming wider.
Felton once again whispered a spell. This spell is relatively long, and the black unknown of the wand tip made Harry really feel a crisis.
"Next, if you let this thing bite you," Felton snorted unknown. "Your wound will take at least one month to move, or even nightmares -and I won't tell you to solve the curse's solution method."
This is a curse! ! ! It's black magic!
Draco and Harry realized this at the same time, while the latter step backwards. As soon as he was about to open his mouth to say something, he realized that something quickly wrapped around his legs.
Pfft.
Draco saw that Harry disappeared from the same place, and a blue and black smoke permeated in the air, and he couldn't hide the snake -shaped black mist suddenly drilled out on the floor he disappeared.
It was more than one head, and the size of the body proved that Harry's legs just now happened in that range, and now, even a few heads are shot together.
Draco felt a creepy, and the cold spread from the bottom of his heart to his palm, and even immediately urged a few drops of cold sweat.
He turned around, and looked at it in one direction. He just saw Harry panting from the air and shook it to stand firm, his expression was complicated.
"This is just the beginning." Felton said to Draco's view that as long as it is a comic and the villain in the movie, "stand firm."
In less than half a second, there were several adult thighs as thick as the tip of his wand. The ugly snake -shaped black fog that could make Draco scream. The mouth of each snake head was bite in Harry, dripping the viral formed by the dark mist, and bit it fiercely.
The speed of the Black Snake is too fast, and Harry has to be instantly moved, but there are many heads of the Black Snakes. After one of them peeped at him, the entire huge snake group quickly turned all the heads, the curved curved radian The beautiful one is like Harry's raising movement on the Quidica Stadium, which is accurate and speed.
Harry originally wanted to estimate the data of the Black Snake first to see what kind of thing it is, but this situation is not allowed to stop thinking at all. The moment the black snake quickly turned into him, behind him A pair of huge wings were born, and he rushed up quickly, and this time, the snake head group could not be embarrassed on the wall behind him, scattered into an incompetent black mist.
"... There is a certain speed limit." The wings behind Harry quickly fluttered, and he murmured the discovery himself, "And ... no!"
He pulled out his wand, sprinkled a piece of water quickly and let it freeze and flashed to the side -if it wasn't for him, it would probably not be the water condensed, and it was used as a cushioned ice barrier. The box of the activity continues to absorb water molecules under the control of Harry. From the crushed shape, it is restored into a square, and is trying to grow other places. Get up and put the black snake inside.
"You will think ... but it's not enough." Felton said such a word, gently waved his wand, and the black snake immediately stopped struggling in the ice cubes -a flame climbed along the wand to the black snake, successful Merded those thin ice surfaces and liberated them.
"Your opponent is not a machine, it is more likely or even not." Felton said, shaking the wand lightly, and then the black snake was biting towards Harry.
Draco's face on the side of the side was stiffened -he didn't wake up at all today? Or does he have an illusion when he eats the wrong thing? Treating Harry like this and chasing Harry with curse and black magic, this is not Felton he knows! !
—— Standing next to him, don't drink compound soup and mix it in, so as to take the opportunity to kill the savior's Death Eaters? Draco remembered Snape's warning, and couldn't help looking boldly to Felton with suspicious eyes.
Felton was unmoved. Under his control, Harry was hiding around under his control, and he was even more powerful. He could have trapped the ice barrier of the Black Snake. Now he can be broken away in less than half a second.
Draco had a heart hanging tightly to see that this can be said to be bullying. I don't know what the purpose is, but soon he realized a problem.
For himself, if there was no flying broom, he was bitten by the black snake drilled from the ground from the beginning, and he fell to the ground and mourned. From then on, he couldn't walk normally in the last month. Terrible life.
"... If it's me ..." He couldn't help whispering.
Felton snorted coldly.
"If it is you, you have to reduce the standard for one class to let you fall down three minutes later." Felton said very straightforwardly.
Draco's face was dark, watching Harry fly faster than a broom in the air. 360 degrees flipped to avoid the impact of the black snake like rolling, and then raised the wand to control the flames with ordinary flames. With the black snake, the black snake was forced to come to the ground like holding a chain bundle the dragon -this is not permanent, but it won the rest time for Harry for about three seconds.
Harry sweaty -Generally speaking, unless it is the kind of curse of Avaha's life, he can cope with it and can bear the pain. As long as it can be solved, the characteristics of the black snake characteristics It happened to be bite every dead hole in him. He could not be bitten by the black snake, and the black snake would not be burned. The scope is not small, and every small method of Harry can only hinder them for a while.
If this is a personal, you don't need to be so hard -Harry can let them sleep in an instant.
He thought about it, and finally used a new way to clenched his teeth -at that moment, the Black Snake penetrated him like penetrating the air, but at the same time Harry lost the convenience that his wings brought to him, and straightforwardly, straightforwardly, straightforwardly, straightforwardly, straightforwardly Fall down.
But at the same time, Harry remembered one thing: the new potion class professor, but did not set the office in the cellar, below the below here is the deformation class classroom. Now, there may be someone in it.
Not good, if it really falls all the way, it will probably finish.
Harry quickly physicalized himself, lifted Kitty's ability to penetrate all material. At the same time, his body was also settled in the air -dangerous, and he was only one meter tall from the ground.
Felton also recovered the Black Snake at that moment.
The man walked in front of Harry, watching the embarrassing herself floating in the air with a posture lying, and could not move. If you look closely, you will find that a ball of black fog is still in the position of his chest, and as soon as Felton waves his wand, the black mist floating on the surface is easily leaving as if it was blown.
"Because you are not bitten, you can count you."
Felton said, "But have you ever thought, if you don't have these capabilities, can you persist for a few seconds?"
Harry couldn't say a word ashamed.
"So, when you need your ability, you should use them without hesitation." Beyond Harry's expectation, Felton actually said that, "Nothing is more important than your life. Covering your background, I'm afraid to be discovered not just a wizard, so you will eventually waste these abilities. "
"But ..." Harry said.
Draco in the rear took a breath: "Speak speaks! Talk about English!"
Harry was embarrassed to find that he was saying snake -probably because of the black snake.
Sazar seemed to like his inexplicable ability, and from time to time he spoke to him in a snake language, and seemed to be consciously training him in the third language. And this is also a good way to prevent eavesdropping. Therefore, Harry said that the snake language is also fluent ... the only disadvantage is that sometimes it is difficult to control itself, for example, when facing a snake.
He coughed a few times, recalled English sentences in his head, and then corrected himself.
"But ..." Harry said slowly.
"No, but Felton said coldly, it seems that he doesn't care about snake language at all, as if he didn't hear Harry is hissing." You are undoubtedly a wizard, and you have not pretended to anyone. Need to cover up anything for yourself. "
"Professor." Harry aggravated and said, "This is a school of pure wizards."
Felton asked him: "Aren't you a wizard?"
Harry came over, his toes fell on the ground, and sighed with low head. I don't know what to refute Felton to be correct.
"I can not--"
Harry had to start in the end.
"Who said you can't?" Felton interrupted him categorically, "President DumbleDore? Have he said so?"
Harry shook his head honestly. Although President Dumbledore was even teased by their students -although the operation failed -but never told Harry that he was not allowed to be being regarded as a mutant by others.
"Everyone is afraid of unknown things," Felton said. "Most people don't even know the existence of mutant -of course they will be afraid of an unknown, hidden, unknown race."
"You are right," Harry said sincerely.
"Those who are afraid of you will be afraid of you," Felton said. "People who have no fear of fear of you will only be surprised."
He looked at the back, and Harry followed him. On there, Draco was looking at them with a probe, and he murmured in his mouth. Get up again, pull Harry, turn him around.
"You are not bitten," he said.
Harry couldn't help but breathe, and he couldn't help smiling while shaking his head.
Think about what was confessing with Draco at the beginning -what to say, before doing this, it feels thrilling, but it is the same form of a prank. Now it is not a big deal to think of it. Something happened.
"But I can't expect everyone to be the same." Harry felt so much. "Have you ever seen the news before? Before I made a sound, the mutant even was even a large -scale encirclement and forced reconciliation. My classmate's family was even afraid of him. His brother said that we were strange fetuses."
"What are you?" Draco had never heard of their previous conversations, and his voice increased by a hundred degrees. "Who? Who said you are a blame?!"
The posture is obviously, whoever dares to do such a thing, he will let who can not survive Hogwarts.
"Why do you care about those people? You don't need the understanding and love of those people at all, you always need to care about the person you should care about -this is what you should have."
Felton leaned down sharply, closer to him, and even suddenly stretched out his hand from the cloak, and gently pulled Harry's bangs that was tightly stuck to the head of his head. Harry could feel that the professor's attention was in that original. It is the place where lightning stops.
Draco grinned his teeth.
"Without this scar, you don't need to get their recognition and worship."
Felton said.
Harry's feet grinded unconsciously on the ground, and it seemed that the heat seemed to gather a little bit on his face. He scratched his face, a little embarrassed, "To be honest, professor ... I always think it's ugly."
"It's ugly," Felton said. "It is better without it, and there are many boring nicknames left for you."
"?"
"nothing."
Felton put down the hand and said lightly.
"So, do you understand what I mean to you?" Felton said.
"I understand what you mean, professor." Harry said, and unconsciously touched his head, "But I may still ... I can't change it for a while. But I will listen to you." He bowed seriously, he bowed seriously, "Don't worry, professor, if you really encounter any danger in the future, even if there are tens of thousands of wizards looking at me, knowing who I am ... I will still do my best to save myself with my ability. Just like what you said , I was a mutant. "
Although he didn't know why Felton had to say these things -as if the danger was close at hand, it was undoubtedly Felton's kindness.
He hopes that Harry can live well. No matter which aspect he is thinking, he is persuading -let's call this method as persuasion.
Let's say that: At a critical moment, he hopes that Harry should not worry too much, just like when the black snake is chased by the black snake, it has no burden to use the whole body solution to ensure his safety.
"You really understand it." Felton said unaware.
"Because I am afraid of death." Harry said, embarrassed to bow his head, "Death is a terrible thing ... but if you have no life, who can my dream help me save?"
Draco really wanted to dismantle his stage immediately -Harry's body seemed to have a label that was engraved with 'not afraid of death. "So far he has done anything dangerous, so he actually said he was afraid of death?
But he finally swallowed his words back.
He knew that Harry had a dream long ago, but that dream is more important than everything.
"Just understand it." Felton sighed with a sigh that made Harry and Draco unknown. He turned around and waved the wand to restore the indoor to its original state.
After speaking, he closed himself in the inner room and lost it with the potion appliance with the 坩埚 before the door was closed.
"... What does he mean?"
Draco followed Harry to stand in front of the potion treatment, helping the root of the cutting elves, full of mist, and doubt, "Don't tell me he just cares about you at the critical moment and will not be self -defense."
Harry thought for a while, and felt that this summary was quite accurate.
But it seems that there is still a little summary.
"Probably comfort me in advance," Harry said, "and warn me, there is no forever secret in the world."
One day, this incident will never be hidden, and before that day, Harry must be prepared.
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Felton stayed in the room full of darkness, as if he was asleep and sat for a long time.
I don't know how long it took him to dangle the wand and light up a little light on the tip of the wand to illuminate a little distance in front of him, and illuminated the album that was not placed on the knee.
He looked at the boy who rolled in the air in the air expressionlessly, and paid attention to his occasional smooth forehead. His fingers unknowingly tightened to a painful level, and he felt painful with his nails.
In the end, he sighed as if he gave up something.
"This is not him."
He whispered to himself, as if persuading, as if he was lying.
But in the end, he re -spread the album and chose a photo with a boy with a smile from the inside. He carefully stuffed into his own pocket on the inside of his clothes, wearing this photo like a plaster with a plaster.
"It's not him." He snorted coldly and said softly, "It's not that he is the best."
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When Harry and Draco rushed to the restaurant, lunch was more than half of the lunch, but everyone knew that they were "sending the door to give some weird Professor Felton for torture education '. Comfortable food.
Harry was sitting on the long table, Zhang Qiu pushed a bowl of fish soup and a plate of grilled bread with a large piece of meat, and Anna left him with an excellent flavor pumpkin pie.
Harry hurriedly thanked him, and wanted to be awen, but the hunger in his stomach couldn't help but eat it. After eating two grilled bread, he stuffed a piece of pie. Tang, he felt that he was full of strength and survived, and each bone was full of strength.
After thinking about it, I quickly disassembled a grilled chicken leg with a knife and fork, and Harry pushed the plate away and planned to run out.
"Wait, etc." Anna hurriedly called him, "Harry, Professor Lockhart said in the classroom today that you have to pay homework at least every lesson!"
"What homework?"
Because this semester did not even take a black magic defense class, Harry asked curiously.
"... Write the praise of the heroic deeds of Professor Lockhart."
Anna is not very embarrassed to say that there are students next to the predictions of the prediction newspaper to discuss how thick Lockhart's skin is. Harry took out the bookbag ordered by himself but has not yet seen it. Professor of Magic Defense Class shiny big white teeth.
He should advertise to toothpaste and absolutely make a profit. Harry thought, and then saw the title of the newspaper- "Gilderoy Lockhart's new adventure! 》
Sweet a few lines of words in a hurry, slightly over some nutritious and praise sentences, and when you see the survey report of the snake monster, there are some reports about the old affairs of the school decades ago, Harry realized that Writing praise poems came from it -the original so -called praise poems were actually homework, and he finally understood why the Lockhart professor came to Hogwarts as a professor.
From various aspects, the professor is probably either to collect fans, or to take the school as an adventure place for the sake of collecting fans.
"No problem," Harry finished, put down the newspaper, and ran out again. "I will pay homework."
"I don't say this -I mean, I can write it for you," ANNA hurriedly grabbed him, hesitating, "Is Professor Felton who left you another homework? What are you so tight? "
"Uh, thank you, but don't have to be so troublesome," Harry said with a mysterious smile, "There is a simple way to cope with this work -tell you after I practice."
After speaking, he ran out like the curious eyes of a second -year student.
"Oh, he ran too fast," ANNA suddenly patted his head, "I forgot to tell him that the next lesson is a practical class -Professor Lockhart said he would take us to ban forests! I also planned to ask him if he wanted to go."
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"…………what?"
When Wanda took a cup of coffee passing by Harry's empty room, he saw something moving in a small area in this room, and jumped from time to time.
She frowned in and found that the computer was still on. The computer screen also showed several praise poems from Google, and the computer jumped in front of the computer -it was a feather pen.
Wanda glanced on the table, and found that the feather pen was in the handwriting of Harry, and he wrote those praise poems in a way in a way ... and at least three sheepskin paper.
"... really lazy."
Wanda looked at the feathers and raised an eyebrow, and then turned around without seeing anything.
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This afternoon is a flight class of Gryffindor and HufflePuff, so only Harry can enjoy in the afternoon sun, and the grass near the lake.
After returning home, I quietly took away some of the sandwiches from the refrigerator, and also solved the problem of non -nutritional homework, perfect.
Harry bites a sip of beef with the sandwich of cheese and eggs, and was then conquered by his own craftsmanship.
"... oh, but I really want to grow up recently." When Harry gobbled halfway, I remembered it, and then stopped my mouth and murmured to my sandwiches. I still feel like I want to eat ... "
His three mouthfuls and two sipped the remaining sandwiches, then pulled out the pine paper and feather pen from the schoolbag, and started to write the routine operation of Felton's arrangement -analysis after class, and at least a two -digit dissertation was required to summarize and criticize the criticism. In your own homework, summarize the mistakes he made in the course, and write your notes in the way you have learned.
Felton's lectures have no notes and plates. If you want to review, you have to study carefully, and write your notes and experiences after the class. Summary errors are difficult and difficult for Draco, but it is nothing to Harry. Seriously, who can make mistakes.
He just sat on the grass like this and wrote about eight inches of notes -about the production of blood tonic today -then began to think about why he was wrong in the last few steps, so that the potion appeared so large crystals. Just as Felton said, if the blood supplement is really like this, I am afraid that the patient will be choked to death before getting saved.
When he was thinking hard, a huge shadow was silently approaching him from behind him ... But, seriously, that's not a 'silent' ...
Harry heard a hiss of hissing and his heavily breathing, and smiled back after turning back: "Good afternoon, Hagrid."
What appeared in front of Harry was as huge as a hill, with scary beard and curly hair with scary beard and neglected repair. He was cautiously wanted to see what the boy was writing from his back, but he was found, but he had to say hello to him loudly: "Hey, good afternoon, Harry!"
His voice was surprisingly big, and he couldn't hear where it was, and if he was brave, he might still think that the sound was thunder ... But this is by no means Harry hear a lethal sound for the first time, so Good adaptation.
Harry turned his head, stood up and stretched his waist, and smiled at him with a large bag of gray stuff behind him: "What is this?" He asked curiously.
Rubeus Hagrid (Ruber Hagrid) is a forest person who lives next to the Forbidden Forest. He has a height of more than three meters. His mother is said to be a giant monster, so he is huge, and some people say that he is not very good. It looks like ... but he is indeed the old friend of Harry's parents. It is said that the night when the Potter couple died, Hagrid was second only to Sirius. There, I sent Harry's aunt's house again, and in the decade when Harry disappeared, Hagrid ran to the west, and inquired about Harry's trace like Lupin, but it seemed that he had committed something before, so very much Difficult to go abroad.
"If it's not because you have been in the United States, you have been adopted by a good family ... I originally wanted to ask DumbleDore, when you were in a leader in the corner alley ... After all, your aunt was just an ordinary Muggle. I heard it early James said that her attitude towards magic was very bad. "He talked about Harry's early plan to Harry," That's a long time ago, and then you lost it. Leaving Hogwarts to find you, you can go wherever you go, as long as you can return to school safely ... Merlin bless! Although you are finally the corner alley that Professor Snape, but this is enough! "
Shortly after Harry enrolled in Harry, he invited him to visit. Even if he saw the Draco of a platinum head behind him, he hated Slytherin's Hagrid's attitude towards him. Leather cake, also take out the birthday cake that has long been prepared to make late gifts, which moves Harry quite -although the cake has been beside Draco for a long time ("Can't eat, you must not eat such things, you are not eaten, you are you Do you want to collapse or make a stomach? You ca n’t eat this kind of thing at all that you are used to the stomach!), I finally put it up and never eat it. It looks like those rock cakes. I have never seen it, and the relationship between his parents and him has also passed ten years, but Hagrid still remembers his birthday, which is rare.
Hagrid has a almost absolute, strong goodwill for Harry, and is absolutely sincere -even if you don't look at his words and deeds, Harry can feel this by his own instinct. It is very comfortable to get along with a person who has a strong and sincere and sincere person, let alone Hagrid is very simple. Although careless, every time I chat with him, some nerves that are tight for various reasons can unknowingly unknowingly. Relax, as comfortable as soaking in hot water.
This makes him like to chat with Hagrid to drink tea every time, although this opportunity is really not many.
And when Hagrid invited Harry for the first time to drink tea, he rubbed the super big palm and said, "But this is nothing. Merlin blesses you peace, Harry! James and lily, if you see you so big, surely, it must be sure Very happy! Oh Merlin, James was so high at that time! "
While he wiped his handkerchief with tears and scratched a height, Harry hurriedly stopped him in his hands, ashamed of it, and then he had a bottom of Hagrid's age and seniority.
Harry returned from drinking tea from him, and received photos of countless father and mother. Although he was busy, he would occasionally go to drink tea with Hagrid in his spare time, and Neville, Ron and Hermione also liked Hagrid. Go It is more frequent than Harry. Only Draco, every time he goes with a face, Harry tried to staggers the time with the three friends of Gryffindor.
"This is some feed," Hagrid said quite happy, "Professor Lockhart asked me to prepare — ah, to say, your courses tomorrow are still on the forbidden forest."
"Uh ... what? But I heard, isn't the forbidden forest not let students go in?" Harry can be said to be surprised, "The school rules are not written ..."
"But Professor Lockhart said that this is the content of the course." Hagrid scratched his head, "It's specially allowed ... So President DumbleDore asked me to prepare some feed. You must know that there are some little babies in the forbidden forest. The grade student's curse is not good enough, and the legs are not fast enough to scare them ... "
"What kind of course?" Harry suspected that he had heard it wrongly
"Who knows, maybe he just wants to train and traine the students," Hagrid opened his pocket and picked something, and said, "Although Ron said he is not a good professor, I also think that the forbidden forest is a bit dangerous for the second grade. But since DumbleDore ordered, I will do it. "After that, he pulled out a plant with a round red fruit from his pocket," I almost forgot this -the red you said last time the red Tongoluo, I found it on the edge of the forbidden forest! What do you want to boil with it? "
"It is a very fun potion -thank you, Hagrid! I gave you a copy after doing it, that's really fun, and it can also be fed to animals." Harry's eyes were lit, and those things were taken. Then turned the topic back, "Are you talking about forbidden forest? Is it really forbidden forest? Will you remember it wrong?"
"It's all right."
"Wait, etc." Harry was stunned by him for a long string, "Babies in the forbidden forest? That's ... this is not a magical biological protection class!"
Thinking of how dangerous the legendary forbidden forest is, Harry sweats cold -who scares and who will be. But in a blink of an eye he thought that there were many rare creatures in the forbidden forest. For example, the anti -season red tongue fruit in his hands could not be bought, if it was not because Hagrid as the forestry, he often patrolled around the forbidden forest. Familiar with this environment, Harry's potion can only wait until winter.
"Then, Hagrid, DumbleDore, in addition to your help, do you say something?" Harry asked.
"I think about it ..." Said, Hagrid patted his thigh, "Oh, he said, Professor Felton will follow, so that I don't worry about the safety of students!"
Harry: "............................
In this way, Felton has to take the Black Magic Defense Course -then he and Draco, wouldn't he have to go to Lockhart's class together?
The author has something to say: Royna Ravena Ravencw
I have been staying up late for the past few days, so I was updated today. Sorry ... I will be updated tomorrow and the day after tomorrow.
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Let's talk about how the tragedy happened ... In order to ensure the efficiency, I put myself in the code elf and plus one night in the afternoon. The school has disconnected again! I don't know how much electricity is left on the computer. I am afraid that the shutdown skills are lost in the middle, so I have to copy and paste the code word elf. As a result, I accidentally moved over when I moved the text ... OTZ
After two days, it was updated, so this chapter can be replaced soon! Then go to the CP20 wave on the weekend, oh too.
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The replacement is all done. After sitting on the train for a day, I was almost exploded, so it was too late. Good night, I want to wash and sleep.
