355. The use value of fried tail snails 2

The messy magical creature protection class is over, and the students can't wait to 'escape' from here one by one. Field, on the other hand, were taken as coolies and left behind to clean up the mess.

Hagrid was a little sad, and after a class, he lost 3 more snails. Field and Rolf were happy because they had more test material in their hands.

That night, the two of them 'autopsied' the harvested 'corpses' in a small club, and then obtained a lot of 'suspected usable materials' through experiments.

Hogwarts seems to be quiet again, and Lady Diggory leaves the new week, telling Field that she will not be coming to Hogwarts until the first event of Triwizard Tournament begins. Feeling pressed for time, Field focused more on rune research, and he and Rolf, who studied potions, began to live in classrooms, dormitories, and small clubs.

Time passed quietly, and even Field, who was incarnated as an 'otaku', felt that the atmosphere at Hogwarts was changing. Harry's life seemed to be getting harder, and there seemed to be more and more people who didn't like him.

Hufflepuff students have a clear attitude that they are rooting for Cedric. Harry had never been welcome in Slytherin, and it was normal to have a verbal insult whenever he met a Slytherin student.

In addition, Ravenclaw, who has always been neutral, also seems to be cold to him. Harry guessed that a large part of the reason for this was because he wasn't as handsome as Cedric. Especially a few days ago, after the special program of the Triwizard Tournament was broadcast on Magic TV, Cedric would receive a lot of letters every day at breakfast, and even many 6th grade girls ran to deliver love letters and ask for autographs, which was close to Viktor Krum's.

In order to escape the strange eyes of the students, Harry has recently started to appear frequently in the small club, in fact, he has not been here for a long time since he was a researcher.

In fact, most of the time in the small club is surprisingly quiet, and Field and Rolf, who are in research mode, often do not speak all night, which makes Harry, who still likes to be lively, feel a little depressed, but he does not rush to disturb the research of the two, because he knows that his two friends get along like this most of the time.

Bored, Harry followed Field's advice and began to practice spells in the training room next door, and in any case, it was a given that he would become a Hogwarts Warrior, and he didn't know the rest of the game, but it was certainly right to be proficient in more spells.

Before he knew it, Harry felt like he was back in Year 2 when everyone was practicing spells here, but there were many other people with him, including his good friend Ron. And Cedric, who was in charge of teaching them spells, was now his rival.

Harry's strength has improved rapidly, his talent is already very good, and the magic potion he took the year before last has begun to slowly show its effects. Field felt that Harry's magic was definitely the strongest among his Hogwarts peers besides him.

The most intuitive manifestation of the power of magic is that many of Harry's spells have increased in power, but perhaps Harry has had too little time to practice spells before, and the speed of magic growth is too fast, so he has the problem that Field had last year - magic out of control.

In the practice room, there are some explosions from time to time, which is the sound of a magic target hitting the wall. Another time Field was about to go inside and take a look, only to see Harry scrambling to dodge the fast-moving tables and chairs. After stopping the Flying Seat, he realized that Harry was practicing the Protestant Flying Charm in Charms class.

In fact, Harry had been exposed to the Flying Charm since he was in his second year, and it was in this practice room that he was still using it at the time, but he didn't know if it was because he was neglecting to practice or if his magic was out of control, but he couldn't master it well. It is said that during Professor Flitwick's Charms class, after Harry cast the Flying Charm, he was like a powerful magnet, and everything in the classroom flew at him, almost killing him.

Field began to believe that good people are rewarded again, and just as he was 'selflessly' helping Harry, suddenly his mind had a flash of inspiration and solved a research problem that had been bothering him for a long time. As a result, his research progress has improved considerably. At the same time, Rolf's research on potions has also made new progress, through the materials on the tail snail, he made several new potions, but most of them are not too unstable, and there is no need to think about it to treat injuries and lift spells, but as a grenade or something, the effect should be good, and Field feels that it must have a miraculous effect if used well.

In addition, they have made a new important discovery, the gray-white shiny shell of the fried tail snail is likely to be a very valuable magical material.

On this day, Harry may have been so angry during class that he blew all the targets into powder in the practice room, and he couldn't even recover from the recovery spell, so Field had to use the hard shell of the wheath discarded in the corner as a temporary target. As a result, Harry's powerful spell didn't work for it.

Excited by the discovery, both Field and Rolf experimented extensively with the hard shell, eventually concluding that the whelk's shell was probably the hardest shell in the wizarding world to date, and that it could also reflect magical spells.

With the new material, he has a new idea for the rune tattoo design that Field has been thinking about for a long time, which makes him excited, but it also makes Harry very depressed, and this recently unlucky guy has become Field's experimental subject again.

On Friday afternoon, Potions class was held in two consecutive sessions, so in order not to be found a chance by Professor Snape to deal with him, Harry left the small club early and rushed to the classroom Potions class (of course, Harry would not admit that he did not want to be pressed by Field on the workbench to tattoo himself).

Joining Hermione, the two walked into Professor Snape's underground classroom at Slytherin's fingertips, Harry didn't want to make a fuss, but Malfoy's ghost appeared. He walked around Harry with a reddish badge, and he wondered when the Slytherin bastards would agree to improve the house-elf treatment. However, as Malfoy got closer, Harry finally saw what was written on the badge.

"Support Cedric Diggory, a true Hogwarts Warrior—"

Well, Harry knew that Cedric was more popular in Slytherin than he was, at least the girls would often peek at him like nymphomaniacs, and their headmaster, Professor Snape, was never embarrassed by Cedric.

At this point, Malfoy stepped forward and said, "Do you like it?"

He pointed to the badge, then pressed it hard, and a burst of green light flashed on the badge, and the words on the badge changed to "Potter stinky!"

There was a strange laugh from the Slytherin crowd.

Well, to be honest, Harry wasn't too angry at this point, he was even wondering if he should go back and tell Field to come to Malfoy for some royalties because the design of the badge was borrowed from Field's previous inventions. Oh, he's not sure if there's such a thing as royalties in the wizarding world.

But just as Harry was wandering, Hermione seemed to be in conflict with Malfoy.

"Want one, Granger? But be careful, don't touch my hand. You see, my hands have just been washed, and I don't want the mudblood to get it dirty. Malfoy said.

Harry didn't hear what they were saying, but when Malfoy said the word mudblood to Hermione, Harry's composure vanished, and almost subconsciously he reached out and pulled out his wand.

The people around the classroom began to disperse and retreat along the hallway.

"Harry!" Hermione shouted warning, but Harry was unfazed.

Malfoy saw Harry take out his wand, and drew his own, and said calmly, "Very well, come on, Potter, there's no Field Diggory here to help you, if you have one, do it-"

Seeing Malfoy's leisurely life, Harry was slightly stunned, he knew that Malfoy was deliberately finding fault today, but he was not ready to stop, he was also holding back his anger these days, and he was afraid that he would explode like a whelch if he didn't vent.

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

"It's hot and spicy!"

The two of them recited the incantation at the same time, and Hermione next to her breathed a sigh of relief, using such a spell to show that the two of them were still somewhat sane.

Indeed, the state of the two of them was a little delicate at this time, Harry was just trying to vent his emotions, and Malfoy was just trying to embarrass Harry. So this level of spell is just right.

However, to paraphrase a lofty saying, most of the things in this world are not subject to human will. Two 'just right' spells collided in the air, but they had unpredictable consequences.

The two wands shot out pillars of light, and after they collided in the air, Harry's red light directly struck Malfoy's yellow light, and then shot straight at Malfoy.

I have to say that Malfoy, who was born in a pure-blood family, reacted very sensitively, he subconsciously turned his head sideways, and the red light flew over his scalp.

When Malfoy ignored the cold sweat behind his back and turned his head to see where the red light was, his scalp began to tingle, and he saw the Slytherin behind him fall to the ground, and at the top of the pile was the stupid big Goyle, whose face was flushed like a boiled lobster, and his forehead was still bubbling from time to time.

Of course, Malfoy reassured himself that his spell had paid off. He witnessed his yellow light being skewed and turned towards Granger, who had struck Harry Potter diagonally behind.

Hermione, who was still glad that Harry and Malfoy were still sane just now, suddenly became unsettled. Because the red light struck her, the 'erudite' Hermione naturally knew what was about to happen, so she covered her mouth in horror and prepared to turn away from the crowd.

Ron had just been watching a show in the crowd, and because of the recent jealousy, he didn't stand up to help Harry as usual, but now Hermione had an accident, and he couldn't sit still.

"Oh, Hermione, what's wrong with you?" Ron hurriedly stepped forward, but he did not die to block Hermione's departure route. Then he wanted to see how Hermione was doing, but the other party covered her mouth desperately. Ron, who had a missing brain, thought about pulling Hermione's hand away from her face.

Hermione almost cried in anger, she knew she didn't look good now. It was at this moment that Ron blocked her kung fu, her front teeth had grown down to the chin position, and her hands could not stop it.

"Ron, get out of the way. Hermione almost roared, then shook off the entangled Ron, and then sprinted up the stairs, ready to go to the school doctor's office. Although he knew that in the same small club in the basement, Field should also have a collection of shrinking potions to solve her problems. But she didn't know where the potion was, and Field was supposed to be in two Charms classes, so she had to turn to Madam Pomfrey for help.

Hermione was gone, and Ron was gone, with Pansy Parkinson and the other Slytherin girls laughing loudly.

Compared to those heartless Slytherin girls, Malfoy's face was a little pale, because he was confronting Harry Potter at this moment, and from the test just now, it can be seen that Harry Potter's magic level is much higher than him.

Indeed, Malfoy's analysis was correct, in fact, Harry still had the power of the spell just now, and now among the students in the basement, his magic power is definitely the first.

Just as Malfoy was nervous, a heavenly voice came down the hallway.

"What the hustle is going on here?" said Professor Snape, his voice annoying to Harry.

Well, looking at Slytherin as he fell to the ground, and Professor Snape with an ugly face, Harry knew he couldn't escape the penalty of being demerited no matter how much he explained. Sure enough, Professor Snape didn't give himself a chance to explain, and directly deducted 50 points from Gryffindor and gave him a confinement sanction.

Harry didn't feel too angry about this punishment, he thought it was the reason for the fire.