When the Malfoy bastard reappeared on Thursday morning, with a bandage on his arm, he held his arm up high at the dinner table to show off, like a hero returning from injury, and the most infuriating thing was that there were still people who believed that Malfoy's arm had not recovered. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"How's it going, Draco?" Pancy Parkinson asked with a smirk, "Does it hurt?"

"It hurts. Malfoy said, deliberately putting on a brave grimace. But Harry saw that when Pansy looked away, he winked at Kra and Goyle.

"It's disgusting...... Ron muttered angrily, "I knew he would do this, pretending to be sick, and he wouldn't be ashamed of himself, Madam Pomfrey could even grow Harry's bones in one night." ”

Harry didn't speak, he just stared at Malfoy, who was giving him a triumphant expression, but it seemed to Harry that it was a bad blow, and he wanted to give Malfoy a bat spirit charm so that he wouldn't have to look at Malfoy's face that had become distorted by his arrogance.

"He's really ......" Harry finally couldn't bear it anymore, because of Malfoy, Hagrid is in a very bad state these days, drinking every day, and his magical beast protection class seems to have become a joke, Harry and the others face the Flober caterpillar every day, this thing is just like an ordinary caterpillar, the body of the bamboo, the color on it looks disgusting, they just lie on their stomachs in addition to eating, occasionally turning over.

Harry didn't understand the point of the creature's existence, eating cabbage, being watched, forget it, it was disgusting, if there was anything magical about this damn thing, it wasn't bigger than a normal caterpillar.

"Calm down, Harry!" Van Lin pulled Harry back into his chair, causing a burst of laughter at the Slytherin table as Harry Potter and his mongrel friend disagreed......

Laura looked at this side with a concerned expression, since what happened in the secret room, Laura had become more silent, and she seemed to be more willing to be with those ghosts now.

"He's not worth your hands...... And he was hoping for that, so that he could take it all out on Hagrid......" Van Lin said, picking up another piece of pudding, and sure enough, what he ate was the most important thing.

Ever since he had seen all kinds of food, Van Lin suddenly felt that the British recipe was really not worth mentioning, or was very ...... Litter......

It should be said that looking up at the starry sky or something, even the most orthodox British people are not very few who can accept and enter it.

It is worth mentioning that the books written by Van Lin through the imitation of Gilderoy Lockhart's novels, "The Philosopher's Stone in the Dungeon" and "The Whisper of Death: The Basilisk in the Secret Chamber" have all been completed, and he submitted the first draft of the Philosopher's Stone to the Daily Prophet newspaper, which has been approved.

In fact, the Daily Prophet needs to have content to fill in the literary gaps, and the fact that it is full of gossip is really unappealing to readers in this section.

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The early morning dispute didn't last long, the first session of the day was Professor Snape's Potions, and before class, all the Gryffindors put away their smiles. As the Potions classroom drew closer, Neville's face grew paler, and the moment Neville saw Snape, his face looked like a dead man.

Professor Snape became even more terrifying than ever, perhaps because Snape had failed to apply for the Defence Against the Dark Arts professorship again, and on the second day of school, Snape's first Potions class of the semester, all Gryffindors received even more cruel deductions, and on the first day they were deducted more than twenty points for various reasons, and most importantly, they were already in their third year......

Of course, there is also Van Lin's private teaching work in Snape, as Van Lin's strength grows, Van Lin can get less and less from Snape, what he needs is more and more magic accumulation, so Snape righteously refused to continue to guide Van Lin, of course, the last time before leaving, Snape was full of firepower, and it only took less than five minutes to successfully drive Van Lin out of his office.

"Sit down, sit down. Professor Snape said lazily. Harry and Ron looked at each other wryly. If they were late, Snape wouldn't say "sit down", and he didn't hesitate to deduct credit from them.

Of course, Malfoy's treatment was clearly not comparable to that of Harry and Ron, and he would not be punished by Professor Snape for whatever he did in class.

As for Van Lin...... Forget it, he doesn't want to die yet, so leave this kind of thing to Malfoy. He and Hermione were treated as no questions, and at the same time, perhaps because Snape was trying to better find a reason to deduct points, he simply grouped the know-it-all combo and threw it in the corner.

Snape is the Head of Slytherin House and generally gives preference to his students. Today they're working on a new potion: the shrinkage solution.

All of this had been seen in Van Lin, and in fact, because of Snape's private teaching, ordinary potion refining would not have been a problem for Van Lin at all.

Van Lin saw Harry and the two frowning, and knew that these two people had not prepared at all.

Malfoy placed his cauldron next to the two of Harry, so that he was able to join Harry's team, and the potion materials were shared on each table.

Harry looked disgusted, and Malfoy certainly didn't have any good intentions.

Sure enough, just as everyone was starting to prepare, Malfoy was the first to strike at him.

"Please start your show......"

"Sir," called Malfoy, "I need someone to help me cut the roots of these daisies, because my arm—"

"Weasley, for Malfoy. Snape said without looking up.

Ron's face was as red as a brick in anger.

"Your arm is fine. He said to Malfoy with a grunt.

Malfoy smirked across the table.

"Weasley, you heard Professor Snape, cut these roots. ”

Ron grabbed the knife and pulled Malfoy's roots in front of him, beginning to cut them roughly, resulting in different sizes.

"Professor," Malfoy said in a long voice, "Weasley has cut my roots into all sorts, sir. ”

Snape approached their table, looked down through his hooked nose to the table, and gave Ron an unpleasant smile from under his long, greasy black hair.

"Swap roots with Malfoy, Weasley. ”

"But, sir—"

Ron had just spent a quarter of an hour carefully cutting his own roots, cut them to exactly equal size.

"Now. Snape said in his most dangerous tone.

Ron shoved his own beautifully cut root across the table to Malfoy, then picked up the knife again.