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"It's good today," Michael's finger slipped gently across the class schedule. "Herbs class, with the students of Slytherin. Malfoy would be happy."
Since Allen rescued Malfoy in the foyer and taught Moody, Slytherin's little wizards have paid special respect to him. With more powerful force to punish Moody, rescue Malfoy, and then avoid the punishment through power, is this very pure blood?
Malfoy didn't even need to mention that when he saw Allen, his eyes were almost glowing, which often made Pansy jealous.
After breakfast, Alan walked through the damp vegetable field and came to Greenhouse No. 3, Malfoy was already waiting at the door early.
When Pansy saw Allen, she twitched her lips stiffly, and apparently Malfoy had warned her.
It wasn't until he entered the greenhouse that Malfoy stopped looking at Allen and looked at Professor Sprout, because Professor Sprout showed a class of plants to the class. This plant is extremely ugly. In fact, They are not like plants, but rather like black squishy, squishy big slugs, straight out of the soil. And each one is slightly creeping, and there are many shiny big drum kits on the body, all of which seem to be liquid.
"Babo tubers." Professor Sprout happily told everyone, "You need to squeeze with your hands, you must collect its pus--"
"What?" Malfoy asked in disgust.
"Pus, Malfoy, pus," Professor Sprout said, "It has extremely high value, don't waste it. Listen, you have to collect pus in these bottles. Put on your dragon Leather gloves, undiluted babo tuber pus, can cause unusual damage to the skin. "
The process of squeezing tubers is disgusting, but it also produces a strange sense of satisfaction. Whenever a bulge is squeezed, a large yellow-green liquid is sprayed out, and a pungent smell of gasoline is emitted. They ordered these liquids in bottles according to Professor Sprout's instructions, and by the end of the get out of class, they had collected several bottles.
A low, thick bell crossed the damp ground, and came from the castle. After class, the students dispersed.
"Dark Magic Defense, I don't know what Professor Moody will meet, will not let us cast an unforgivable curse." Michael's words made Allen's eyes narrow. If it is correct, Hermione's class schedule, today The first class in the morning is ...
Thinking of this, Allen stepped up, and he couldn't imagine Hermione's expression of pain.
Allen's feet traveled very fast. When he arrived at the classroom of the Dark Magic Defense class, he just saw Harry and Ron walking out of the classroom with frowns.
Allen grabbed Harry, "What about Hermione?"
Ron snorted and walked past Allen.
Harry glanced at Alan awkwardly and followed closely.
Allen frowned and walked to the classroom.
At a glance, Hermione leaned over on the table in the classroom.
Allen hurried over and touched Hermione's back. "Hermione, are you okay?"
"Allen?" Hermione asked in surprise, taking a book from the drawer into her arms.
"What did you learn in the last lesson?" Allen reassured.
Hermione's face was very good, with no trace of pain.
"Professor Moody recounted some principles of unforgivable curses, but when I asked him about the abnormality of the spider you mentioned, he didn't answer." Hermione said indifferently.
It seems that his warning is working. Others do n’t know. Allen is very clear. Moody had planned to cast a soul-taking spell on this group of students. Now many plots have been changed. Who knows if there will be hidden dangers in which students.
In fact, if not worried about accidents, Allen believes that the most responsible teacher of the dark magic defense class for so many years is Little Crouch. After all, the greatest threat to the little wizards is the unforgivable spell. However, you can specifically explain these relatively popular but threatening spells that are circulated among elites in the magic world during the training.
All fourth graders noticed that their homework to do this semester has increased significantly.
"You are entering an important period of magic education!" Professor McGonagall told them, with two eyes shining majesticly behind the square lenses. "Your owl exam is approaching—"
"We won't take the owl exam until the fifth grade!" Michael said angrily.
"Maybe this is it, Michael, but trust me, you need to be fully prepared! In this class, there are always only a few people who can turn a hedgehog into a satisfactory pincushion. Well, maybe there will be more Plus a small paper on the principle of deformation. "
The clever Ravenclaws wisely refuted without saying anything, why complain and waste time on something destined not to change the outcome.
On the other hand, Professor Binns, the ghost who taught them the history of magic, arranged for them this week to write a paper on the rebellion of the eighteenth-century goblin.
Professor Snape forced them to study antidote. They did not dare to take it lightly, because Professor Snape hinted that he would poison one of them before Christmas to see if their antidote would work.
Professor Flitwick asked them to read another three books in preparation for learning the call spell.
This kind of life made the little wizards like a clockwork top, busy busy.
It was not until the news that the other two schools in the Triwizard Tournament were coming to the campus that they were free from the seemingly endless learning life.
Everyone was called to the foyer on Friday afternoon, and they were lined up to greet the people of Booth Barton and Demström.
They waited a long time, and the little wizards were restless. They were so excited that they could hardly keep quiet for a long time. They wondered how the other two schools would come.
Suddenly, the little wizards made a loud noise, and they pointed uncontrollably at a behemoth high in the distance, and there was much discussion.
Until the behemoth passed the treetops of the forbidden forest and was illuminated by the lights of the castle window, they saw a huge pink-blue carriage flying towards them.
It is as big as a house. Twelve winged horses are flying in the air. They are all silver-maned horses, and each horse is about the size of an elephant.
When the carriage stopped in awe-inspiring eyes, a boy in a light blue robe jumped off the carriage, bent down, groped for something on the floor of the carriage, and then opened a golden spiral staircase.
He jumped back respectfully, and Harry saw a shiny black high-heeled shoe sticking out of the carriage-this shoe was as big as a small sleigh for children-and a woman appeared next to him. Big, something he has never seen in his life.
In this way, it is self-evident why the carriage and those silver-maned horses are so big.
Allen noticed that about twelve or three male and female students had come off the carriage, standing behind Ms. Maxime at the moment. Judging from their appearance, they are about ten years old, and they are all shaking slightly.
This is not surprising, because the robe on them seems to be made of fine silk, and no one wears a cloak. Several students wrapped their heads with scarves or headscarves ~ www.novelhall.com ~ At this moment, one of them suddenly rushed out and embraced Allen with a passion. What surprised the little wizards of Hogwarts was that Alan didn't push her away.
"Is this Allen's fan?"
"girlfriend?"
There was a lot of controversy, and the witch who took the initiative to hug Allen unbuttoned her headscarf, revealing a dazzling face—Furong.
"Hello Allen, has Albert been well?" Fleur asked Albert in the first sentence.
"This weekend, if Albert does not work overtime, I will let him go to Hogsmeade." Allen blinked, and Furong's face burst into a dazzling smile.
"Did you hear anything?" Edward suddenly asked.
Allen nodded and listened carefully. A very loud and weird voice floating towards them from the darkness was a suppressed rumble and sucking sound, like a huge vacuum cleaner moving along the river bed ...
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"It's good today," Michael's finger slipped gently across the class schedule. "Herbs class, with the students of Slytherin. Malfoy would be happy."
Since Allen rescued Malfoy in the foyer and taught Moody, Slytherin's little wizards have paid special respect to him. With more powerful force to punish Moody, rescue Malfoy, and then avoid the punishment through power, is this very pure blood?
Malfoy didn't even need to mention that when he saw Allen, his eyes were almost glowing, which often made Pansy jealous.
After breakfast, Alan walked through the damp vegetable field and came to Greenhouse No. 3, Malfoy was already waiting at the door early.
When Pansy saw Allen, she twitched her lips stiffly, and apparently Malfoy had warned her.
It wasn't until he entered the greenhouse that Malfoy stopped looking at Allen and looked at Professor Sprout, because Professor Sprout showed a class of plants to the class. This plant is extremely ugly. In fact, They are not like plants, but rather like black squishy, squishy big slugs, straight out of the soil. And each one is slightly creeping, and there are many shiny big drum kits on the body, all of which seem to be liquid.
"Babo tubers." Professor Sprout happily told everyone, "You need to squeeze with your hands, you must collect its pus--"
"What?" Malfoy asked in disgust.
"Pus, Malfoy, pus," Professor Sprout said, "It has extremely high value, don't waste it. Listen, you have to collect pus in these bottles. Put on your dragon Leather gloves, undiluted babo tuber pus, can cause unusual damage to the skin. "
The process of squeezing tubers is disgusting, but it also produces a strange sense of satisfaction. Whenever a bulge is squeezed, a large yellow-green liquid is sprayed out, and a pungent smell of gasoline is emitted. They ordered these liquids in bottles according to Professor Sprout's instructions, and by the end of the get out of class, they had collected several bottles.
A low, thick bell crossed the damp ground, and came from the castle. After class, the students dispersed.
"Dark Magic Defense, I don't know what Professor Moody will meet, will not let us cast an unforgivable curse." Michael's words made Allen's eyes narrow. If it is correct, Hermione's class schedule, today The first class in the morning is ...
Thinking of this, Allen stepped up, and he couldn't imagine Hermione's expression of pain.
Allen's feet traveled very fast. When he arrived at the classroom of the Dark Magic Defense class, he just saw Harry and Ron walking out of the classroom with frowns.
Allen grabbed Harry, "What about Hermione?"
Ron snorted and walked past Allen.
Harry glanced at Alan awkwardly and followed closely.
Allen frowned and walked to the classroom.
At a glance, Hermione leaned over on the table in the classroom.
Allen hurried over and touched Hermione's back. "Hermione, are you okay?"
"Allen?" Hermione asked in surprise, taking a book from the drawer into her arms.
"What did you learn in the last lesson?" Allen reassured.
Hermione's face was very good, with no trace of pain.
"Professor Moody recounted some principles of unforgivable curses, but when I asked him about the abnormality of the spider you mentioned, he didn't answer." Hermione said indifferently.
It seems that his warning is working. Others do n’t know. Allen is very clear. Moody had planned to cast a soul-taking spell on this group of students. Now many plots have been changed. Who knows if there will be hidden dangers in which students.
In fact, if not worried about accidents, Allen believes that the most responsible teacher of the dark magic defense class for so many years is Little Crouch. After all, the greatest threat to the little wizards is the unforgivable spell. However, you can specifically explain these relatively popular but threatening spells that are circulated among elites in the magic world during the training.
All fourth graders noticed that their homework to do this semester has increased significantly.
"You are entering an important period of magic education!" Professor McGonagall told them, with two eyes shining majesticly behind the square lenses. "Your owl exam is approaching—"
"We won't take the owl exam until the fifth grade!" Michael said angrily.
"Maybe this is it, Michael, but trust me, you need to be fully prepared! In this class, there are always only a few people who can turn a hedgehog into a satisfactory pincushion. Well, maybe there will be more Plus a small paper on the principle of deformation. "
The clever Ravenclaws wisely refuted without saying anything, why complain and waste time on something destined not to change the outcome.
On the other hand, Professor Binns, the ghost who taught them the history of magic, arranged for them this week to write a paper on the rebellion of the eighteenth-century goblin.
Professor Snape forced them to study antidote. They did not dare to take it lightly, because Professor Snape hinted that he would poison one of them before Christmas to see if their antidote would work.
Professor Flitwick asked them to read another three books in preparation for learning the call spell.
This kind of life made the little wizards like a clockwork top, busy busy.
It was not until the news that the other two schools in the Triwizard Tournament were coming to the campus that they were free from the seemingly endless learning life.
Everyone was called to the foyer on Friday afternoon, and they were lined up to greet the people of Booth Barton and Demström.
They waited a long time, and the little wizards were restless. They were so excited that they could hardly keep quiet for a long time. They wondered how the other two schools would come.
Suddenly, the little wizards made a loud noise, and they pointed uncontrollably at a behemoth high in the distance, and there was much discussion.
Until the behemoth passed the treetops of the forbidden forest and was illuminated by the lights of the castle window, they saw a huge pink-blue carriage flying towards them.
It is as big as a house. Twelve winged horses are flying in the air. They are all silver-maned horses, and each horse is about the size of an elephant.
When the carriage stopped in awe-inspiring eyes, a boy in a light blue robe jumped off the carriage, bent down, groped for something on the floor of the carriage, and then opened a golden spiral staircase.
He jumped back respectfully, and Harry saw a shiny black high-heeled shoe sticking out of the carriage-this shoe was as big as a small sleigh for children-and a woman appeared next to him. Big, something he has never seen in his life.
In this way, it is self-evident why the carriage and those silver-maned horses are so big.
Allen noticed that about twelve or three male and female students had come off the carriage, standing behind Ms. Maxime at the moment. Judging from their appearance, they are about ten years old, and they are all shaking slightly.
This is not surprising, because the robe on them seems to be made of fine silk, and no one wears a cloak. Several students wrapped their heads with scarves or headscarves ~ www.novelhall.com ~ At this moment, one of them suddenly rushed out and embraced Allen with a passion. What surprised the little wizards of Hogwarts was that Alan didn't push her away.
"Is this Allen's fan?"
"girlfriend?"
There was a lot of controversy, and the witch who took the initiative to hug Allen unbuttoned her headscarf, revealing a dazzling face—Furong.
"Hello Allen, has Albert been well?" Fleur asked Albert in the first sentence.
"This weekend, if Albert does not work overtime, I will let him go to Hogsmeade." Allen blinked, and Furong's face burst into a dazzling smile.
"Did you hear anything?" Edward suddenly asked.
Allen nodded and listened carefully. A very loud and weird voice floating towards them from the darkness was a suppressed rumble and sucking sound, like a huge vacuum cleaner moving along the river bed ...
.
"It's good today," Michael's finger slipped gently across the class schedule. "Herbs class, with the students of Slytherin. Malfoy would be happy."Since Allen rescued Malfoy in the foyer and taught Moody, Slytherin's little wizards have paid special respect to him. With more powerful force to punish Moody, rescue Malfoy, and then avoid the punishment through power, is this very pure blood?Malfoy didn't even need to mention that when he saw Allen, his eyes were almost glowing, which often made Pansy jealous.After breakfast, Alan walked through the damp vegetable field and came to Greenhouse No. 3, Malfoy was already waiting at the door early.When Pansy saw Allen, she twitched her lips stiffly, and apparently Malfoy had warned her.It wasn't until he entered the greenhouse that Malfoy stopped looking at Allen and looked at Professor Sprout, because Professor Sprout showed a class of plants to the class. This plant is extremely ugly. In fact, They are not like plants, but rather like black squishy, squishy big slugs, straight out of the soil. And each one is slightly creeping, and there are many shiny big drum kits on the body, all of which seem to be liquid."Babo tubers." Professor Sprout happily told everyone, "You need to squeeze with your hands, you must collect its pus--""What?" Malfoy asked in disgust."Pus, Malfoy, pus," Professor Sprout said, "It has extremely high value, don't waste it. Listen, you have to collect pus in these bottles. Put on your dragon Leather gloves, undiluted babo tuber pus, can cause unusual damage to the skin. "The process of squeezing tubers is disgusting, but it also produces a strange sense of satisfaction. Whenever a bulge is squeezed, a large yellow-green liquid is sprayed out, and a pungent smell of gasoline is emitted. They ordered these liquids in bottles according to Professor Sprout's instructions, and by the end of the get out of class, they had collected several bottles.A low, thick bell crossed the damp ground, and came from the castle. After class, the students dispersed."Dark Magic Defense, I don't know what Professor Moody will meet, will not let us cast an unforgivable curse." Michael's words made Allen's eyes narrow. If it is correct, Hermione's class schedule, today The first class in the morning is ...Thinking of this, Allen stepped up, and he couldn't imagine Hermione's expression of pain.Allen's feet traveled very fast. When he arrived at the classroom of the Dark Magic Defense class, he just saw Harry and Ron walking out of the classroom with frowns.Allen grabbed Harry, "What about Hermione?"Ron snorted and walked past Allen.Harry glanced at Alan awkwardly and followed closely.Allen frowned and walked to the classroom.At a glance, Hermione leaned over on the table in the classroom.Allen hurried over and touched Hermione's back. "Hermione, are you okay?""Allen?" Hermione asked in surprise, taking a book from the drawer into her arms."What did you learn in the last lesson?" Allen reassured.Hermione's face was very good, with no trace of pain."Professor Moody recounted some principles of unforgivable curses, but when I asked him about the abnormality of the spider you mentioned, he didn't answer." Hermione said indifferently.It seems that his warning is working. Others do n't know. Allen is very clear. Moody had planned to cast a soul-taking spell on this group of students. Now many plots have been changed. Who knows if there will be hidden dangers in which students.In fact, if not worried about accidents, Allen believes that the most responsible teacher of the dark magic defense class for so many years is Little Crouch. After all, the greatest threat to the little wizards is the unforgivable spell. However, you can specifically explain these relatively popular but threatening spells that are circulated among elites in the magic world during the training.All fourth graders noticed that their homework to do this semester has increased significantly."You are entering an important period of magic education!" Professor McGonagall told them, with two eyes shining majesticly behind the square lenses. "Your owl exam is approaching""We won't take the owl exam until the fifth grade!" Michael said angrily."Maybe this is it, Michael, but trust me, you need to be fully prepared! In this class, there are always only a few people who can turn a hedgehog into a satisfactory pincushion. Well, maybe there will be more Plus a small paper on the principle of deformation. "The clever Ravenclaws wisely refuted without saying anything, why complain and waste time on something destined not to change the outcome.On the other hand, Professor Binns, the ghost who taught them the history of magic, arranged for them this week to write a paper on the rebellion of the eighteenth-century goblin.Professor Snape forced them to study antidote. They did not dare to take it lightly, because Professor Snape hinted that he would poison one of them before Christmas to see if their antidote would work.Professor Flitwick asked them to read another three books in preparation for learning the call spell.This kind of life made the little wizards like a clockwork top, busy busy.It was not until the news that the other two schools in the Triwizard Tournament were coming to the campus that they were free from the seemingly endless learning life.Everyone was called to the foyer on Friday afternoon, and they were lined up to greet the people of Booth Barton and Demstrm.They waited a long time, and the little wizards were restless. They were so excited that they could hardly keep quiet for a long time. They wondered how the other two schools would come.Suddenly, the little wizards made a loud noise, and they pointed uncontrollably at a behemoth high in the distance, and there was much discussion.Until the behemoth passed the treetops of the forbidden forest and was illuminated by the lights of the castle window, they saw a huge pink-blue carriage flying towards them.It is as big as a house. Twelve winged horses are flying in the air. They are all silver-maned horses, and each horse is about the size of an elephant.When the carriage stopped in awe-inspiring eyes, a boy in a light blue robe jumped off the carriage, bent down, groped for something on the floor of the carriage, and then opened a golden spiral staircase.He jumped back respectfully, and Harry saw a shiny black high-heeled shoe sticking out of the carriage-this shoe was as big as a small sleigh for children-and a woman appeared next to him. Big, something he has never seen in his life.In this way, it is self-evident why the carriage and those silver-maned horses are so big.Allen noticed that about twelve or three male and female students had come off the carriage, standing behind Ms. Maxime at the moment. Judging from their appearance, they are about ten years old, and they are all shaking slightly.This is not surprising, because the robe on them seems to be made of fine silk, and no one wears a cloak. Several students wrapped their heads with scarves or headscarves ~ www.novelhall.com ~ At this moment, one of them suddenly rushed out and embraced Allen with a passion. What surprised the little wizards of Hogwarts was that Alan didn't push her away."Is this Allen's fan?""girlfriend?"There was a lot of controversy, and the witch who took the initiative to hug Allen unbuttoned her headscarf, revealing a dazzling faceFurong."Hello Allen, has Albert been well?" Fleur asked Albert in the first sentence."This weekend, if Albert does not work overtime, I will let him go to Hogsmeade." Allen blinked, and Furong's face burst into a dazzling smile."Did you hear anything?" Edward suddenly asked.Allen nodded and listened carefully. A very loud and weird voice floating towards them from the darkness was a suppressed rumble and sucking sound, like a huge vacuum cleaner moving along the river bed ....
