Asinsha was really angry this time, but Draco was obviously involved, Asinsha may want to teach Potter a lesson, but it may also be that she wants to pull them away but she doesn't know what to do, Frozen Endless is a powerful spell that Sherlock taught Asinsha, if you use this spell with a murderous mentality, the cold released can freeze people to death in an instant.

But this time, even Asinsha was really angry and gave up, she reduced the power of the frozen endless, but increased the range, so when Hagrid came out, she saw that the students of the fourth-year Gryffindor and Slytherin houses who came to class today were like running out of the snow in winter.

One by one, their shoulders were shivering from the cold, and it was not yet winter, so most of the students were dressed relatively thinly, even if it was just after Halloween, and some of them were still wearing single clothes.

"Oh my God, what the hell is going on? How did you freeze like this...... Merlin's beard...... Could it be Malfoy and Harry? Hagrid saw Malfoy and Harry Potter still lying on the ground, and the two boys had gone from falling to the ground with vicious fists and kicks at first, and hugging each other to keep warm.

It seems that at this moment, neither of them wants to let go of their hands and get out of each other's arms, because it is too cold, if at the beginning, pulling away from the two of them was a persuasion, then now pulling away, I'm afraid Malfoy and Harry are not very reluctant.

Is it to watch the two of them freeze to death?

Hagrid went back to his cabin and took out two thick blankets over the two of them, and finally Harry and Malfoy were separated, and Hagrid asked the others aloud what was going on.

Asin Sha raised her hand, "I did it, Potter and Malfoy were scuffling together just now, and I was going to separate them, so I used this spell." ”

"Ahh

"Ahh

"Ahh

The vast majority of the students were sneezing from the cold.

Hagrid looked around him and couldn't help but ask, "What kind of spell are you using?" ”

"Frozen endless, the spell Sherlock taught me, but I haven't practiced much lately and I'm not very proficient in using it, so I haven't been able to control the range of fluctuations."

Asin Sha replied truthfully.

"Well, then Miss Mephisto, I hope that whatever spells Sherlock teaches you in the future will not be used against your classmates, because these spells are too powerful and dangerous, and I should be glad that Sherlock did not teach you the curse of the Blood Bat Plague." Beads of sweat were pouring down Hagrid's brain.

"Then what can I do, this seems to be the only one in my hands that can stop them."

Asinsha thought for a moment and then continued, "Then next time I'll use powder to break bones and remove your weapons, okay." ”

Malfoy was stunned and looked at Asinsha, are you planning to kill me?

My dad is your godfather!

"It's all petrified, or faint, can't you think of these cute spells?"

Hagrid was quite depressed at the moment, could it be that the children of the Mephisto family were so fierce and direct.

This episode is over, Ron helped Harry to sit aside, Hagrid gave Harry a cup of hot cocoa to drink, Malfoy did not have this treatment, and of course Malfoy would never eat any Hagrid's food.

Although the fourth-year students were almost all cold, they still had to go to class as usual, and Hagrid would not give them a holiday.

Malfoy, who had almost regained his temperature, threw Hagrid's old blanket on the ground in disgust.

Hermione put the blanket away so that Hagrid wouldn't be upset when he returned.

Hagrid returned from the back of his hut with a large stack of crumbling boxes, each containing a large whelk.

Hagrid began to explain that the snails were killing each other because they had no extra energy to release.

In order to solve this problem, each student had to tie a fried tail snail with a rope and take it for a walk.

The students were very scared when they heard this.

The only benefit of this plan was that it completely attracted Malfoy's attention.

A brutal walk with snails began, and the students, some sneezing, some shivering, all in all, were much healthier than the little wizards.

However, it was clear that Hagrid's intention was to make time for Harry to talk, and after the group walked away with the snails on their heads, Hagrid worriedly dragged Harry into his cabin.

I have to say that as a warrior, personal charm is still very important, these days, Delacour and Krum as warrior twin stars, it is difficult to tell who is more popular with the students, interestingly, even in Hogwarts, the two of them have quite a lot of fans, Krum has more female fans, Delacour is a male fan, but unfortunately Sherlock is not a warrior, otherwise he would be a male and female killing type.

But none of this seems to be reflected in Harry Potter, who is obviously a Hogwarts warrior but does not have the support of the students.

Hermione told Hagrid what had just happened when she left with the snail, so Hagrid was still a little angry at the moment.

"Harry, I really didn't expect you to swell up when you first became a warrior, and you would say that Sherlock is not as good as you!" Hagrid was so angry that he even sat in a chair and let Harry stand there without giving him a seat.

"I was angry at the time, and it was all because of Malfoy." Harry was still defending himself.

"Well, because Malfoy, to be honest, I hate that kid too, so if Harry provokes you again in the future, you can scold him, or even teach him a lesson, don't say the name Sherlock again, some things are not as simple as you think, if you scolded Malfoy at the time, maybe the two of you wouldn't fight, but even if you didn't scold Sherlock, just taunting the other party would cause trouble."

"Alright Hagrid!"

Harry seemed to understand, but it still made Hagrid very uneasy.

This happened and Harry's image was even more hated by the others, especially the first-year freshmen, who began to hate the senior, as Sherlock was an important idol among the freshmen.

From the fact that freshmen didn't like Slytherin before, now they want to enter Slytherin regardless of whether they are purebloods or not.

Moreover, a large number of fourth-grade students were cold and cold, and the cause of the incident spread quickly.

All in all, things have been going wrong since Harry became a warrior.

In Potions class, Harry and Ron came to the classroom, and the two of them reconciled, and Ron believed that Harry didn't put his name in at all.

After entering the classroom, Harry and Malfoy quickly stalemate, Hermione looked at the badge on Malfoy's chest rather helplessly, and Asinsha didn't even bother to care.

Because all the Slytherins present had one on their chests.

The badges were all emblazoned with the same words, and the bright red letters shone in the dim light of the underground corridors, as if they were on fire:

"Do you like it, Potter?" Malfoy exclaimed, "What other tricks do they...... Look! ”

He pressed the badge to his chest, and the words on it disappeared, and then another line appeared, shining green:

Potter stinky

The Slytherins laughed out loud.

Each of them pressed their badges, and at the end Harry was surrounded by the glaring words...... Potter stinky.

Harry felt blood rush over his face and neck.

The anger that had been pent up for days seemed to suddenly burst through a dam within him.

Without thinking about what he was doing, he reached for his wand.

The people around them scattered and retreated down the hallway.

"Harry!" Hermione warned him.

Malfoy had a sneer on his face, "Tsk, I was also stupid in Hagrid's class, why do wizards fight, dueling with a wand is the most perfect, just come, let me see, the so-called warriors, how good they are." ”

Both stared into each other's eyes, and then, saying that it was too late and that was too fast, almost at the same time, both took action.

But someone moves faster than they do.

Dare to make trouble in Potions class and plan to duel, this time really made Snape angry.

"What the hustle is going on here?" A soft and tiresome voice said.

Snape is here.

The Slytherin students were chattering for explanation, and Snape held out a long, yellowed finger and pointed at Malfoy, saying, "Explain." ”

"Potter attacked me, sir......" Malfoy said with malice in his tone.

Harry felt that his liver hurt, obviously he hadn't done it just now, he was just going to do it, but he didn't give the slightest explanation, and sat back in his place.

"So you were beaten in vain, and you have the ability to take your tongue quickly, why didn't the Goblet of Fire spew out your name at that time!" Snape said unceremoniously, Malfoy was stunned, Snape would actually help Harry speak.

But then Malfoy knew he was overthinking, as he heard Snape's roar in front of Harry.

"After only being a warrior for such a short time, he began to be lawless, and there was no one in his eyes, just like your arrogant father, it was really shameless." Snape's icy gaze was filled with undisguised disgust.

Harry clenched his hands tightly, his nails digging deep into the flesh and a trail of blood pouring out, and he watched Snape quietly, a smile on his face.

Snape somewhat uncharacteristically avoided the calm gaze in his green eyes, "Let me think." He said a little irritably, "Gryffindor House deducts fifty points, Potter stays in school to work, okay, give me honest lessons, or stay in school for a whole week." ”

Snape's punishment was too severe, and Ron whispered to Harry that it was likely that Sherlock had not chosen the Warriors, which made Snape quite depressed, after all, he had boasted about Sherlock in front of the other professors before.

If the whole school was looking for the wizard who had given the Goblet of Fire, Snape was the eager, and he was eager to find him and kill him with a potion potion.

"And what's going on with all of you? Did you catch a cold en masse? ”

Snape looked at the runny fourth-graders and felt inexplicable, is the epidemic virus flu ahead of schedule? How are the students in other grades okay?

"Then I just happened to teach you a potion to configure and relieve pain, as long as it is natural for ordinary pain, after drinking it, it will be cured, of course, if there is any step in the configuration link, it may become a deadly poison, I need you to be prepared, I don't want someone to be carried out at that time."

Snape said grimly, but the students he had studied for four years knew about Snape's temper, and anyway, not a single student had died in Potions class in those four years, which was already good.

Snape meticulously recounted the process of preparing potions, and then demonstrated them from beginning to end, in which he asked all his students to keep an eye on his every step.

Then, when he was done, he told Malfoy to stand up and drink the potion he had prepared.

Malfoy twisted his lips and drank it anyway, but then his cold was so complete that even the frostbite on his face disappeared.

"Then it's your turn now, warn once, I'll only give you fifteen minutes."

The young wizards began to race against the clock, trying to remember Snape's trick in their minds.

Fifteen minutes passed, and Snape's eyes looked at everyone like knives, telling them to stop what they were doing immediately.

"Antidote, I hope you're ready." Snape's dark gaze stared at the crowd, "I hope you can make the perfect potion, naturally, and then we will choose one person to try." ”

Harry smiled self-deprecatingly, from the moment Snape made this request, he knew that nine times out of ten, it should be him, no matter what, it was just a bottle of cold medicine, even if the antidote he brewed did not succeed in resisting, what could he do?

Snape's gaze met Harry's in the air, and Harry's eyes revealed an inexplicable stubbornness.

There was a knock on the basement door.

Standing in the doorway was a short boy.

He slumped sideways into the classroom, then walked toward Snape's lectern at the front of the room.

"What's the matter?" Snape asked impatiently.

"Sir, I'm here to take the Hogwarts warriors to the cubicle on the second floor for a pre-match check." The boy whispered politely.

Snape waved his hand impatiently, "Good, good, Potter, leave your stuff here, I want you to come back later and test your antidote." ”

"I'm sorry, sir...... He had to take his stuff with him. The boy said nervously, squealing his voice.

"Good!" Snape said, "Potter...... Take your bag and disappear from my eyes! ”

Harry, of course, couldn't help it.

The boy took Harry to a smaller classroom.

Most of the desks were pushed to the back of the classroom, leaving a large open space in the middle.

But there were three desks facing each other, in front of the blackboard, covered with a long piece of velvet.

Behind the velvet-covered desk, there were five chairs, one of which sat Ludo Bagman, who was talking to a witch wearing a magenta robe.

And next to Ludo Bagman and the witch was a middle-aged male wizard who looked quite dignified.

The other party is very temperamental, but it seems that everyone in this room is centered on the middle-aged man.

The other party looks like one of those who are in a position of authority.

Victor Krum, as usual, stood in a corner, with a gloomy face, not speaking to anyone.

Fleur was intently studying the flowers in front of her, and a pot-bellied man was holding a large, slightly smoking black camera in his hand, staring at Fleur out of the corner of his eye.

"Don't be rude, Harry, you should come and meet this gentleman...... You certainly haven't seen him before, he's a famous big man, Mr. Fourmond Mephisto, the overseer of the Triwizard Tournament this time. ”

Harry was almost lifted up by Moody with one hand, and his feet were pulled in front of Fourmond.

"The Professor Moody we've met, Harry and I...... It's just a rush at the Quidditch World Cup. Fu Meng smiled mildly.