"Oh, that's what you said to him?" Ron asked incredulously.

"What do you mean? You were there...... You heard me. Harry's tone quickened.

"I hear you speak in a parseltongue," Ron said, "the language of snakes." Anything you say is possible. No wonder Justin was terrified, listening to your voice as if you were encouraging the snake. That's creepy, you know?"

Harry felt speechless, no one else could understand what he said!

As it turned out, Harry really didn't mean to hurt Justin. The snake was enraged by Professor Lockhart's spell and wanted to attack Justin, and after Harry spoke, the snake did not attack Justin again. Alan pointed out the facts in a coherent manner, and Harry looked at him with a grateful expression.

Being trusted and understood is the happiest thing in the world!

I don't know when the snowflakes drifted through the windows of the castle, and they fluttered one after another, falling freely between the heavens and the earth.

Alan reached out from the window of the tower, and the snow fell to his warm palm, melting in an instant, and then slowly evaporating.

"You want to hold on to that snow?" Penelope's voice suddenly appeared in Alan's ear.

"yes!" Alan's casual words were turned into reality by Penelope in an instant.

"Freeze quickly!" waving her wand, Penelope leaned out of the window and stretched out his left hand, turning the snowflakes fluttering above her palms into snowflake-like ice flakes, which fell into her hands.

Sure enough, it didn't melt! Alan actually thinks this girl is a little handsome at the moment!

But Allen, who had undergone countless safety education and training in my previous life in Greater China, subconsciously reacted to poke his head out to see if anyone passed by below, so as to avoid being hit by the ice chips falling from a high altitude!

Seeing Penelope's surprised expression, Alan was quite embarrassed.

In desperation, Alan drew his wand and cast a freezing spell and a transformation spell, and countless snowflakes turned into ice chips, which condensed together and twisted into an open, transparent glass bottle.

Alan motioned for Penelope to put the snowflakes into the snowflake-turned glass bottle, and then froze the bottle. Handed it to Penelope again.

Crystal snowflakes bloom quietly in the glass bottle, just like Penelope.

A few sparkling snowflakes fell on her soft long blonde hair, and her snow skin and red lips were amazingly beautiful!

The next day, the snow that had been falling since the night turned into a violent blizzard.

The young wizards of Ravenclaw were envious of Gryffindor. Due to the weather, Gryffindor's last herbology class of the term was cancelled.

Professor Sprout had to put on socks and scarves for the mandrake, a task that needed to be taken seriously, and she was not comfortable leaving it to someone else. Now, it's vital to get the mandrake to grow up and save the lives of Lady Loris and Hannah Abbott.

And Ravenclaw's last class – it was Potions class!

Outside there was a blizzard, and the basement was dark and cold. To make the hearts of the little wizards of Ravenclaw even colder, Professor Snape threatened that anyone who couldn't make the real swelling potion would either stay here and keep the potion or try the real swelling potion.

As for the antidote to the swelling potion, the swelling reducer, don't even think about it, it has already been used up by the Gryffindor and Slytherin students in the last class!

As usual, twenty crucibles stood between the wooden tables in the basement, on which were placed copper scales and jars of ingredients.

Professor Snape walked back and forth in a cloud of smoke, crudely criticizing the work of the young wizards.

The Swelling Potion was so easy for Eren that he easily finished grinding dried nettles, puffer fish eyes, and other herbs, then put the powder into the crucible, heated it on medium heat for 20 seconds, and then waved his wand and waited for the potion to brew before proceeding to the next step.

Edward's potion of swelling was so thin that he couldn't always grasp the amount of potions.

Professor Snape stopped right next to him, laughing at his lack of water. Edward didn't dare to resist in the slightest, and continued to fight against his potions. Because he knew that if he dared to fight back, or if he showed resentment, he would be immediately locked up, and he wouldn't even have time to shout "wronged".

However, the potion that Edward had managed to concoct had a problem with the spell casting.

Perhaps it was the impetuousness of the fight against these herbs, and the constant sneering of Professor Snape by his side, which made Edward resentful. He swung his wand so hard that the cauldron in front of him exploded.

His decoction exploded, and he poured it on the class. Even Professor Snape, who was behind him, was not immune.

Fortunately, Alan has a wonderful wizard robe to protect his body, and he blocked his face and head in time, otherwise he would not have escaped this difficulty!

Everyone screamed under the attack of the splashing swollen potion. Some were doused with their faces, their noses inflated like balloons, some covered their eyes with their hands and stumbled, their eyes swollen to the size of a lunch plate, and some of their hands swollen into little pumpkins laughing and wailing.

Professor Snape was so close to Edward that his Roman hooked nose swollen into a peach!

And Edward was the worst, his face was swollen and deformed, like a dead body that had been soaked in water for countless days!

Only Alan in the class was unharmed!

Professor Snape desperately tried to silence everyone. "Quiet, quiet! Don't you want to recover?"

Since Professor Snape had explained before the class that there was no swelling agent, everyone had to endure the pain and inconvenience, suspend the unfinished potions in the crucible, and learn to make the swelling agent first.

Alan didn't remove his crucible, he quickly added a portion of the bat's guts to the crucible, stirred it counterclockwise four times, heated it on low for another 30 seconds, waved his wand, finished making the swelling potion, and poured the potion into the potion bottle.

Looking at the hurried movements of his classmates around him, Alan quickly cleaned the crucible and processed the medicinal materials for making a swelling potion, he prepared a potion that was enough to heal all the little wizards.

Shortly after Professor Snape's potion was completed, Alan also finished his swelling reducer.

The little wizards didn't care about the potion in front of them, and scrambled to Allen's table, trying to eliminate their own swelling.

When everyone had drunk the antidote and all the swelling had subsided, Professor Snape walked up to Edward, "Ravenclaw deducted twenty points, and almost the whole class was killed because of your fault!"

Glancing at Allen, he continued, "Alan Harris moved quickly and successfully made a swelling potion and a swelling reducer, Ravenclaw plus ten points!"

"Except for Alan Harris, you guys can leave the classroom after you have successfully crafted the swelling potion!" the young wizards re-cleaned the cauldron and boiled the potion again.