In the past few days of school, a lot of academic work has been put down, and these little wizards who have been playing for a holiday have finally settled down again.
The cabin has also completely entered its rhythm.
With the guidance of Anton and the twins, Neville and Hannah quickly completed the course content.
A large number of books and information about weather spells were collected and piled on all the shelves on the second floor of the cabin.
Busy, but full of fun.
In contrast, Anton's good roommate Draco seemed a little anxious.
His face became visibly pale day by day, and the dark circles under his eyes showed a look of hesitation and panic. If he didn't know the inside story, he thought the child had discovered that he had an incurable disease.
That night, two house elves from Malfoy Manor brought seven exquisite flying broomsticks, Nimbus 2001,
The latest model, the speed has been greatly improved compared to the Nimbus 2000.
Draco complained last year,
When most people raced on ordinary broomsticks,
It is extremely unfair that Harry Potter has gained so many advantages by relying on the latest flying broomstick.
This argument is not lacking in Slytherin. In fact, many people have analyzed that Harry Potter does have great talents, but after all, he has not received much professional training and has not mastered many professional skills.
It was the Nimbus 2000 that made up for this shortcoming of his.
Now, Mr. Malfoy's generous funding has allowed Slytherin to regain the advantage in equipment. Yes, again, Slytherins who come from privileged backgrounds have always been better at broomsticks than other houses.
This generous sponsorship successfully allowed Draco to enter the school team in the academy competition.
But Draco was not happy.
He became more anxious.
The palm of his hand was holding a small dark green glazed ceramic bottle, and his whole body was trembling.
This is something from the little treasure chest that the house elf helped Draco bring from home.
Anton frowned and looked at him, then glanced at the small porcelain bottle in his hand, which was only a little bigger than the Fengyoujing bottle.
Don't know what's inside.
"Draco,
Something is very wrong with you."
"You look like you're planning on giving Pansy some bad potion.
Do something bad."
"Excited little chick,
hehe."
"I know that many people in ancient times regarded the age of twelve as adulthood.
I also heard that many pure-blood families have some weird ancient inheritances and coming-of-age rituals?"
Anton shrugged, "I advise you to calm down and believe in science. You are still too young."
Draco just looked at him with a pale face, the corners of his mouth twitched, and his voice was hoarse and dry, "Yes...is it?"
Anton patted him on the shoulder, which made Draco jump up in fright.
Oh, such bad conditioning.
So does their lovely prefect Fanei.
"I will write to my uncle to help buy a copy of "Caring for the Physical and Mental Health and Development of Minors". You can take a look at it then. When you plan to do something, you'd better think about it..."
"What not to do."
Anton raised his eyebrows, showing an expression that said, "You know it if you're a man," "There are some things that you can't look back on if you take that step."
"..." Draco just looked at him blankly.
Anton clicked his tongue a few times and went to the bathroom carrying the basin and clothes.
Europeans don’t seem to like bathing very much, especially after senior students have mastered the ‘clean up’ spell.
Many people are not willing to go to the bathroom and waste so much time bathing and washing.
The bathroom is always spacious,
As long as you miss the peak period, it is also a very enjoyable thing to take a bath alone.
Anton likes to take a bath.
"I love bathing,
Good skin
Yaoyaoyaoyao
Put on a shower cap, sing and dance
Yaoyaoyaoyao..."
The brisk and strange ditty, the unfamiliar language, and the strange singing gradually faded away along with Anton's footsteps.
Draco stared blankly at the porcelain bottle in his hand, and finally threw it away like crazy as if he had been stung.
"Ah~~~"
He screamed, his face was pale, and his face was covered with cold sweat. He kicked his feet helplessly and retreated to the deepest part of the four-poster bed.
Wrapping his arms around himself, he just repeated Anton's words in a low and hoarse voice.
"There are some things that once you take that step, you can't look back."
"No...I can't do this!"
"I……"
Draco's eyes filled with tears, "I can't do it!"
In order to gain great strength, as long as you control the basilisk, a powerful magical animal that stares at everyone to death, you can reach the sky in one step.
Even if it kills a classmate?
Can……
This is murder!
He doesn't know if his conscience, his pride, and everything about him will disappear without a trace if he does this. He doesn't understand. He really knows nothing about the future.
He can't get rid of that hand, Anton...
This was the first time in so many years that he met someone who became his friend as an equal.
Last year he had thought about making friends with Harry Potter, but Harry severely humiliated his self-esteem with a look of disgust and even hatred, which made him cherish his friendship with Anton even more.
The only one, a good friend.
He buried his face in his knees, and his whole body fell into infinite darkness.
…
I don't know how long it took, but the two idiots Goyle and Crabbe returned, smiling and saying something.
Draco just felt that the buzzing was too noisy.
He pulled open the quilt forcefully and covered himself, not wanting to pay attention to these two people.
Just let him be quiet for a while.
"What's this?"
"Bah~" There was a sound of the bottle being uncorked, and Gao Er smelled it, "It smells a little sweet, it seems to taste good!"
He swallowed and was about to drink it when a hand quickly snatched the bottle from his palm.
"!"
Goyle looked angrily.
It was Crabbe, who was staring at Goyle.
"I saw this first, me first!"
Gao Er couldn't stand it, "Okay, drink it first and leave some for me, okay?"
Haha~
These two foodies!
Another day, someone would be stunned with a magic potion, or poisoned to death without even knowing it.
Draco looked helpless, why did he find such two followers.
only……
His eyes suddenly widened, and an extremely bad intuition made his whole body feel horrified. "!!!", he quickly opened the quilt and jumped down.
It's his ceramic bottle!
The mysterious poison I bought from the evil witch owner of a second-hand wholesale store in Knockturn Alley!
"No~ want~!"
Draco watched helplessly as Crabbe took a sip, shook the bottle, and said to Goyle with a silly smile, "I left some for you."
Keep your sister!
Are you sick?
Dare to put anything in your mouth!
Draco rushed over with a look of horror on his face, only to see Crabbe's eyes widen suddenly, and countless flames came out of his eye sockets, ears, mouth, and nostrils.
The faint blue flame carries a terrifying aura.
"Grass!"
Anton was coming back from the bathroom when he suddenly saw this scene and screamed out in surprise.
"Liquid of Fierce Fire!"
The magical invention of the old wizard Fiennes and the valuable discovery of the integrated theory of potions and curses turned the magic spell of Li Huo into a potion, which is simply awesome.
The most important thing is that after Anton poured the potion into the old wizard's body, he left some residue behind.
It was his habit to leave things to himself, but he didn't expect that this naughty Crabbe would dare to go through his own things and take this thing out as a drink?