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"Hi Luis. Neville said with an embarrassed tone.

Louis raised an eyebrow, "I say, Neville, what are you playing with?"

Neville had an onion around his neck, just like Professor Quirrell last year, and half of a rotting water tail in his pocket.

"You know, didn't you say that the monsters in the secret room were attacking people? ”

"..............." Louis said helplessly, looking at Neville with a pile of useless garbage, "you don't need that, don't forget, you're a pure-blood, and that monster won't attack you." ”

"But it had already done it to Filch. Neville said fearfully, "As everyone knows, I'm pretty much a squib, and I can't even use a full spell. ”

"Oh.... All right..... I don't think you're carrying this thing, though. Louis shrugged his shoulders and said he couldn't force Neville to throw away the trash.

"Louis, do you have any amulets or something? I can buy them. Neville said apprehensively.

"Uh.... I'm sorry, Neville, I don't have that in my hands at the moment. Luis said.

"Oh, okay..... Remember to let me know if you have one. Neville said with some frustration that he thought that if Louis had the amulet, it would be more advanced than he was wearing.

In the second week of December, Louis was taking a very ordinary Potions class. Louis suddenly skimmed Harry and took out a firework, only to see Harry light it with his wand and throw it into Goyle's cauldron.

Louis was taken aback, and he hurriedly used a defensive charm to protect himself and the little maid beside him. Of course, Goyle's potion exploded directly, and the unfinished potion inside smashed into the students who were preparing the potion. Since Malfoy and Goyle were preparing potions together, he was just as much as Goyle was splashed with the unfinished potion, and he screamed in pain.

Snape yelled angrily, trying to silence the class to find out who had done it. However, all the students scattered in all directions, trying to stay as far away as possible from Goyle and Malfoy's desks. But Louis saw Hermione sneaking out alone while the classroom was in a mess.

"Quiet!" Snape roared angrily, "All the students who were sprinkled with potions are lining up to come to me to get the potion to reduce swelling, and when I find out who did it, I'll make him regret it!"

"Young Master, are you alright?" The little maid was also taken aback, she didn't expect that Goyle's potion in front of her suddenly exploded, and she had been concentrating on cutting the medicinal herbs.

"Well, it's fine, but the others are miserable. Louis gloated that he hadn't been splashed anyway.

"But how did Malfoy's potion suddenly explode without warning?" asked Linda, frowning. Normally, if the potion were to explode, it would be obvious to feel it, but this time it exploded suddenly, which is not normal at all.

"This time it's artificial, and we'll talk about it after class. Louis whispered.

The little maid nodded, as long as her young master was not splashed, it didn't matter to her what others did.

Poor Malfoy hurried forward, his nose swollen like a small watermelon, and he had to hold it in his hand. Almost half of the class was affected by the accident, some of them had swollen arms like mallets, and some of them couldn't speak at all with mouths like sausages. Louis was glad he reacted quickly, otherwise he would have been out of luck, knowing that his seat was behind Goyle and Malfoy. It was then that he saw Hermione sneak in again, and it was clear that this was something they had planned, not just to cause trouble.

When everyone had drunk the potion and cleared the swelling from his body, Snape walked briskly over to Goyle's dry pot, and scooped out the black ashes of the pyrotechnics with a spoon, and the classroom suddenly disappeared at all.

"Once I find out who did it, I'm going to fire that person. Snape whispered, suppressing his anger, for the first time anyone had dared to make a brazen disruption in his class.

As he spoke, Snape glared at Harry fiercely, obviously although he had no direct evidence that Harry did it, but this did not prevent him from hating Harry. Harry, on the other hand, looked confused, as if he was puzzled by the matter.

Ten minutes after the class was over, Harry and the three of them couldn't wait to run out. Louis followed closely behind them, they almost hurt him by the drug, at least he had to give him an explanation, right?