Facing a standard Longbottom family member, the Malfoy family would never choose to stand up on the spot, well, lest they lose their elegance and dignity in front of these barbarians.
When Neville was no longer the little fat guy he rubbed casually, and when Neville showed the proper attitude of a brave warrior, Malfoy had no choice but to curse and turn around and leave.
Just like when his father, Mr. Lucius, faced the Longbottoms.
As for Longbottom's fierce old lady, oh, Draco didn't want to recall his grandfather's embarrassing events. Everyone was working in the Ministry of Magic for a living, and sometimes conflicts and conflicts were inevitable.
"I'm too lazy to tell you." Malfoy's pale face became even whiter, he glared at Neville fiercely, and turned to leave.
But Anton still called him.
"No matter what kind of thoughts are behind this, I think the outcome is not necessarily a bad thing."
Seeing Draco turn around with a smile on his face, Anton shrugged, "I don't mind doing something for the peace of the two colleges. It's not difficult for me to talk about some magic. If you have a way to bring everyone together,
If we all gather together."
Draco suddenly became excited, "No problem!"
He quickly turned around and ran away.
Neville stared at his back and suddenly let out a long breath, his face full of excitement, "Anton, how did I perform?"
Anton didn't answer, just looked at him with a smile, "What do you think?"
"I feel..." Neville gasped, looking extremely excited. His face that had become angular due to his determined expression once again looked fleshy and soft, "I feel great."
"Hahaha……"
Anton shook the parchment in his hand to let the ink on it dry, "Don't care about what others say, pay more attention to your own heart, and you will become unwavering."
"Yes!" Neville nodded vigorously and clenched his fists, "Do the right thing!"
"Then, this warrior, come over and do your homework."
Neville's face fell, "Ah~"
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There is one large Potions class in the morning (equivalent to two small classes), and one small class each for Transfiguration and Charms in the afternoon.
The course ends at 16:45.
There are no classes in the evening.
In other words, the next step is time that can be arranged freely.
Anton, Neville and Hannah came to a small hill on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, where George and Fred kept the stable.
It is said that they have made a breakthrough in studying species hybridization with Hagrid, and everyone plans to come and take a look.
Walking on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, Anton had many emotions. When he and his twins followed Filch to see the address of the cabin in the first grade, the twins were still teasing the hippogriff that Hagrid had trained. Now he has also devoted himself to this cause.
Go in.
(See Chapter 70 for details)
Hannah helped the twins build a hut at the bottom of the hill using elephant vines for dispensing medicine, experiments and preparing animal food.
The elephant vine extends from the wall of the hut, weaving around the hill to form a green wall. Under the wall, Hannah planted a lot of 'mango juice fried dwarf fruit trees' and 'fluorescent bulbs' that she cultivated.
The seeds, after being watered by the fermentation of animal dung and fermented in spring, are now covered with flowers.
These two new varieties have now been cultivated very stably and sell well in Aunt Ilsa and Nagini's flower shop.
In just one and a half years, the cabin has undergone earth-shaking changes.
Hannah's talent in herbalism has made her the most treasured student of Professor Sprout, the headmaster of Hufflepuff. Neville embarked on the path of fighting wizards and slowly began to show his unique tenacity. The twins now bring
With a group of younger brothers, and with the help of Hagrid, it is said that they have published a large number of articles about magical zoology in "Hogwarts Weekly".
Anton, on the other hand, went to Azkaban and was imprisoned, published a book, and finally became an honorable Auror, um, reserve.
Everyone has a bright future.
"Hey, Anton."
George looked up from the pile of big fur balls with a dirty look on his face and greeted the two of them again, "Neville, Hannah."
Fred waved his wand, making a huge oak barrel float beside him, and walked over cautiously. The barrel was filled with the smell of potion.
"We have been asking you to help us look at these, but you have been busy since you returned to school." Fred carefully placed the oak barrel, scooped some out of it with a small iron bucket, and poured it into the food in front of the big fur ball.
In the trough.
The fat ball who was dozing on Anton's shoulder twitched his nose, suddenly opened his round eyes, jumped down, flapped his wings in mid-air, and rushed up in three steps and two steps. He squeezed in two
The middle of the big fur ball sank in.
It worked hard with its little feet and stretched its little beak into the trough to eat the mushy soup.
Anton squatted down curiously and picked up a big fur ball.
"Rabbit? Or velvet?"
"They are all." George chuckled, "The hybrid product is amazing, isn't it? The magical animal velvet and the Muggle breed rabbit have successfully turned into a new species."
"Bird food." Anton unexpectedly felt the sinking feeling in his hand, and the warm feeling came over him, "It is definitely a great enjoyment to hold it and watch TV when the weather is cold."
"The most important thing is this!"
Fred lay on the ground and searched for a long time before picking up a small crystal yellow ball from the grass.
It is the size of a glass marble, crystal clear and looks particularly delicate.
Neville looked over curiously, "Is this a topaz?"
"Oh~ no." Hannah resisted, "I will never make it into jewelry and set it on my crystal crown. This is 'rabbit's' excrement!"
Neville was about to reach out to pick it up, but quickly retracted his hand as if he was electrocuted.
"This thing..." Anton picked it up and squeezed it. It was not as hard as it looked on the outside. It had a soft but hard elasticity, a bit like a thick rubber ball, but it couldn't be broken. "It has
There’s magic!”
George squatted next to Anton and stared at the topaz in Anton's hand. "We all agree that this should be used as a potion material, but we can't figure it out."
Fred nodded and put his hand on George's shoulder, "It has a... a..."
Anton raised his eyebrows, "Lazy."
Fred's eyes lit up, "Yes, yes, it doesn't work with many potion ingredients."
One of Anton's eyes turned into a colorful vortex, and the other turned into azure blue. He stared at the gem, then looked up at Neville, "What do you think?"
Neville shook his head, "I am only good at the medicinal properties of herbs. This thing does not have the life breath of herbs and is not within the scope of my research."
"Yeah……"
Anton thought for a moment and stuffed the topaz into his mouth.
"Merlin's beard!" Neville looked horrified, and Hannah seemed to have witnessed something outrageous. Her whole face was twisted, and as Anton chewed, her nose, eyes, and mouth were all tangled together.
George quickly took a step back as if to stay away. Fred swallowed and looked at Anton curiously, "How does it taste?"
Swish, swish, everyone looked up and looked at Fred.
George looked in disbelief, "Oh~ Fred?"
"This thing..." Anton spoke, attracting everyone's attention. "It tastes good, very chewy."
As he said that, he gave a thumbs up.
Anton couldn't help laughing when he saw Neville and Hannah's expressions contorted, "Oh, don't be like this, the potions I drank before were filled with all sorts of messy things. In terms of disgustingness, this stuff can't even be ranked."
He had long been trained to numbness by the old wizard Fiennes.
I have had the experience of cleaning the whole mouse and adding magic potion.
There have been cases of letting leeches absorb the magic potion and letting it stick to the tongue, and then holding a potion with a strong earthy smell in the mouth so that the leech can continue to inject the magic potion into the human body.
There was even a placenta... Well, this memory is not good, so I won’t talk about it.
The selection of potions materials ranges from outrageous to outrageous.
It has long exceeded the limit that ordinary people can accept.
Those old witches who stirred up the crucible and were regarded as crazy by Muggles had such a bad reputation.