"Ahem! Harry! ”

Ron closed his eyes and struggled to get out from under the table, knowing in advance that Harry was going to do something in their nebulization potion, but he never expected it to be so big!

The atomized potion, which would have evaporated slowly in the air, became extremely unstable after adding some enhancers, lolo grass, and devil pepper to the mess, and they had even just fastened the lid of the pot when they saw a flash of red light flashing inside the crucible - a large amount of fiery red gas expanded rapidly inside, and the iron buckle on the lid of the pot was easily washed away. In the blink of an eye, a 'tom! With a loud bang, the lid of the pot was blown directly into the sky with a strong and irritating smoke, and the students in several rows around them covered their mouths and noses and coughed desperately.

This effect is more powerful than the Italian drug cannon!

“…… I'm here. ”

He heard a faint shout. Hurriedly following the sound, he felt a cold hand...... Ron opened his eyes in panic, and his eyes immediately moistened.

"Nope! Harry, you can't! How can you leave me so easily~ Think of my lovely sister, she is still waiting for you silently! ”

Tears flowed uncontrollably from his eyes. He howled dryly, and was about to lean over the master of the hand.

Then he was held down by the other hand.

"Ahem... What are you doing! ”

Snape looked at him coldly, not only in pure anger but also in the devil's throat, and his eyes were also red. "Who told you that the atomization potion is going to put devil pepper in it!"

Ron smiled at the tears streaming down his face, and lowered Snape's hand.

"Well, I'm sorry Professor, I think we got the wrong material. I just might... Cough... I mistook the fruit of the red umbrella for a devil's pepper... I'm so sorry... Eh, hey~" He couldn't help but let out a pavati-like laugh.

"Yes." Snape glared at him with tears in his eyes, and with a wave of his wand, the remaining red mist in the classroom was sucked into the void as if it had encountered a high-powered vacuum cleaner. Ron could see what was going on in the classroom, it looked like a funeral:

Everyone covered their eyes and lay on the table in pain, shedding tears of grief. Parvati and Lavender wrapped their heads tightly in robes to look like Afghan women. Malfoy, who had red eyes like Snape, was far away from the center of the explosion and didn't cry directly, but his tablemate's nose was irritated - Ron saw a string of snot run down Goyle's nose and fall into their cauldron...... The potion immediately became as dark as Malfoy's face.

Harry was slumped in the chair slumped next to Snape, like a salted fish about to be dried.

"Look at what you two do!" Snape snarled, "This is the Potions classroom!" It's not the German wizards' gas lab in the fifties, you'd better not let me find any tricks, if I know it's a bad prank, or some kind of premeditation—" He looked around the room with a terrifying and oppressive look, then narrowed his eyes and stopped in Brandi and Hermione's seats. "Mr. Barton—"

There was undisguised suspicion in his eyes.

"Can you explain your current situation?"

He had just run back from Snape's office at a speed of 100 meters. Brandi, who had just sat down in his seat, couldn't control his rushing heartbeat, and he leaned over and gasped.

"Whew... Phew, Professor, I'm just-"

"Professor Snape, Brandy, he's actually been suffering from severe asthma~"

At this moment, Hermione suddenly popped up from behind him, explaining it to him in a serious way. "He was just stimulated by the red mist of the devil's pepper, I guess he may have an asthma offense......"

Asthma? Brandi was so shocked by her clumsy excuse that she didn't catch her breath and almost fainted. But in order to match Hermione's words, he had to roll his eyes hard, twitch and fall in her direction - he just wanted to fall on something softer, like his stomach? But alas, he only felt a pain in the back of his head, and slammed it the stool where Hermione was sitting......

Hermione's face flushed as she pursed her lips as she tried to hold back a smile.

…………

As a result, Brandi had to bear the consequences of lying alone, and after deducting five Gryffindor points, he was under the curious or worried gaze of everyone. Swallowed Snape's improvised asthma cure...... I don't know if it was a psychological effect or if Snape poisoned him, it was obviously a hot potion, but he drank a cold sweat.

"Asthma? You can figure it out! After class, the five of them hurried back to Myrtle's bathroom, processed the new ingredients briefly, and threw them into the crucible, stirring excitedly. When did I have asthma last year! Snape must have known I was lying, you don't know, he must have made up the asthma potion, look at some of the ingredients in it - silt at the bottom of the lake, white vinegar, garlic, black pepper! He must be trying to smoke me with that pot of stuff! ”

"But don't you drink it anyway?" Ron held Harry, who had not recovered from his grief at the center of the explosion and had miscalculated the exponential reaction of the Devil Pepper and the Enhancer, and half of Ron's robe was soaked in tears.

"......" Brandi was expressionless, he really didn't want to admit that the bottle of ghost just now smelled disgusting, but it didn't seem to taste unacceptable.

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A week later, Brandi, Hermione, and Parvati were walking through the fat woman's doorway when they suddenly saw a small group of people gathered around the bulletin board in the break room, excitedly reading a piece of parchment that had just been nailed. When Harry and Ron saw them, they quickly waved their arms and beckoned them over.

"Look, Dueling Club!" Harry said excitedly, "There's our first meeting tonight, let's go together, maybe we can learn something about combat, if only we had two powerful spells!" ”

"You don't think the spells taught at school will allow you to deal with the monsters in the Slytherin Vault." Brandi said, "I'd actually suggest you two learn the Iron Armor Charm and then go to the Fifth Seal to practice a few times—that's the true wizard duel, and the most experienced ancient wizard will teach you by hand...... Of course, if you accidentally get hit, you'll be very impressed. ”

Thinking of the horror of the Fifth Seal, Brandi and the three of them shuddered.

"By the way, Parvati, didn't you get a spell that day, did you learn it?" Hermione remembered that when she defeated the clones, he and Hermione were sent straight into the hut behind the gate, and Parvati vanished in a burst of white light, only to come in from the outside a long time later. "There's some ancient magic buried in there, and it's incredibly powerful! If you figure it out, you can teach us. ”

Parvati shook her hair in embarrassment, "I haven't practiced it yet, it seems that that spell can only be used by two people together...... And it has to be very, very tacit, extremely close people. I guess the treasure trove chose me because I have a younger sister......"

At eight o'clock in the evening, they hurried to the auditorium, following the scattered crowd.

The four long dining tables were gone, and along the wall at the end of the auditorium, a gilded stage with a dark purple carpet was erected, and hundreds of candles lit in the sky. The open-air magic on the ceiling had been temporarily turned off, and now it was dark. They merged into the crowd, huddled side by side, wand in hand.

"I really didn't expect that this should be all the students in the whole school......" Ron looked at the human wall around him in amazement, "The seniors also need to practice this?" They would have spent more time on their exams! ”

"Maybe it's because of the secret room, everyone is eager to master something that can protect themselves." Hermione said nonchalantly, her eyes scanning back and forth in the crowd, "You know, books can't teach you how to deal with a sudden attack - Brandy, we're here!" She cried out.

Brandi was sweating profusely and squeezed out of the pile, tugging at a small Ravenclaw tail in one hand. He had come in with Harry, but he overheard a soft cry of 'whoa', and his body involuntarily deviated from the intended course, bringing the two little priestesses who had been scattered from the corner.

"I don't know who's going to teach us in a moment," said a group of seven people, who easily occupied a small area on the edge of the stage, waiting for the rally to begin. Hermione pulled out her little notebook again, intending to jot down some dueling instructions later...... "I've heard Padma say that Professor Flitwick was a dueling champion when he was younger, and maybe he was the one who taught us. ”

"Professor Flitwick?" Ron exaggeratedly said, "I think there's a decisive factor in his duel championship - because if the opponent doesn't pay attention, he won't even be able to notice where he is...... Okay Luna, don't stare at me like that, I'm kidding. I'd rather Dumbledore himself show us how, think of it, he's the man who defeated Grindelwald! The strongest in the wizarding world! ”

"Come on, Ron...... Professor Dumbledore doesn't have as much time as you do, Flitwick or Professor McGonagall don't have a problem, as long as it's not- oh, it's too bad. Before Harry could finish his sentence, he automatically turned into a moan, and Gilderoy Lockhart walked onto the stage, dressed in a glossy fuchsia robe with silver patches on it. He was no one else, officially Snape......

Yes, the two professors who disliked the most actually got together in a nest of snakes and rats this time.