Chapter 100: Snake Blood

"The strongest... The Slytherin players, all of whom were thrilled by Flint's remarks, fell in love with the strongest tactic. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"The only thing Gryffindor has to worry about is Harry Potter, who is a good Seeker indeed. Flint said with some solemnity, but then he laughed again and pointed at Malfoy.

"The best Seeker right now is me. Malfoy shouted, and the broom under his feet suddenly accelerated, making difficult shifts in the air.

The only advantage that the Gryffindor team has over other teams is Harry, who has a Light Wheel 2000 and can catch the Golden Snitch. But now, with Harry in place, Slytherin will be a mountain that Gryffindor can't overcome. ”

The Slytherin players let out a burst of confident chanting.

Goyle and Crabbe were motionless, looking down at their toes as if they had a nice flower on their shoes.

Of course, there were no flowers on their shoes, but there were flowers on the carpets, gold and silver trimmings, and zigzag lines. Goyle quietly followed the lines and looked forward, a pitch-black unseen body sitting cross-legged on a stool. A cold and deep cold wrapped around his body along Goyle's line of sight, and he shivered, and immediately looked away.

The small room is extremely depressing, and the layout of the room has changed drastically from last year. Goyle remembers that last year, there were still several pictures of famous wizards in Slytherin history on the wall, all of whom had been Malfoy's role models, but were now completely gone.

The walls and the floor are the same lines, with zigzag lines and gold and silver trimmed lines, extending from the doorway to the back wall.

When Goyle just pushed the door open, he almost thought that he had stepped into the lair of the Demon King, which was obviously less than twenty square meters, but it gave him a bottomless unfathomable.

It wasn't until he saw Malfoy's figure in the room that he stepped into the room as if he had found the backbone, but he regretted it as soon as he entered. At this time, Malfoy is also completely different from usual, and it has changed dramatically from last year.

Goyle thought to himself, "Ever since he was scared into the hospital in the Forbidden Forest last year, Malfoy has been getting more and more terrifying. ”

Goyle didn't like Malfoy very much, and he even wanted to change his master, how easy it was to deal with Malfoy in the past. Just stand by his side and laugh twice with a "hey!" laugh to help him scare his classmates. He easily completed his task, could get snacks, get benefits, and be intimidating under Malfoy's name.

But now Malfoy is far from being as easy to fool as he used to be, he demands so much that he wants to die, and he doesn't want to take him and Crabbe with him when there are good things. Every time they ask for news and come back, they have to ask again and again. If they don't meet his requirements, they will be scolded at least and thrown a spell at worst.

Even if it's just a bondage spell, the feeling of being tied up tightly is not pleasant at all.

"After the Forbidden Forest last year, Malfoy was completely changed, and it was like he was possessed by a demon in the Forbidden Forest. Thinking of this, Goyle trembled in his heart, don't be like this! How dare he think of changing his master now, only thinking that he can handle Malfoy's errand, and he can't help but secretly cry out in his heart, now that he is really on the thief ship.

Crabbe's mind doesn't have as many thoughts as Goyle, and his head is not small, but it's all about eating. Every time he and Goyle were arranged by Malfoy to inquire about Gryffindor, he would grab a few pieces of cake at Gryffindor. He can always find hidden food in inconspicuous places that others can't see.

Just like now, he saw a goblet on the small table next to Malfoy, who was sitting cross-legged, with a red, viscous liquid in it.

Crabbe quietly stood on his tiptoes, flipped through his memories, wondering what was delicious, "Red wine? No, red wine is so sticky." Freshly squeezed juice, a little bit like, grape juice and tomato juice are just like this sticky. ”

But he quickly overturned this judgment, "There is no pulp in the liquid, just a simple liquid, what is it?"

Crabbe scratched his head, seeing food but not recognizing it, which is unbearable for a foodie. Suddenly, it dawned on him that in his many years of history in the food world, there was very little he hadn't eaten.

It doesn't matter if it's a rat or a bug, as long as it's cooked well, he won't mind. Some foods that are very special in the eyes of others, are not special to him.

"It's snake blood!" Crabbe's eyes twinkled, and he recognized it, remembering that his mother had made him snake soup. It was a wonderful delicacy. The aroma of the snake soup alone when it was boiling made him salivate and drool.

He still remembered the time when the soup had to be boiled for a long time, and he couldn't help but rummage around the kitchen to find something else to eat to comfort his stomach. Then he saw the rest of the bowl of reddish liquid. He doesn't care about thirty-seven twenty-one, he only remembers the kitchen and the bowl are full of food.

It's not delicious, it's not very tasty, Crabbe smash it, smash it. Snake blood was bloody, very fishy, a taste he had never tasted. But after the rich fishy smell, there is a special sweetness, which is still memorable in retrospect.

"However, simple snake blood is not delicious, and after boiling into coagulated blood clots, it is more suitable for making various foods. Recognizing the food in the glass, Crabbe instantly transformed into a great food wizard, and his mind began to recall the twelve ways to eat snake blood.

In the midst of Goyle's and Crabbe's ramblings, Malfoy finally stopped meditating. He didn't immediately look at the two henchmen in front of him, but turned his head and looked at the snake blood in the goblet.

"Sure enough, as I thought, the more snake blood is in line with the characteristics of meditation, the more it is in line with the cultivation of meditation. Malfoy secretly compared the effects of using different items to aid meditation, considering which way to get the best results, "It's a pity that without the blood of the basilisk, this powerful creature is too rare." ”

There was a hint of regret on his pale face, "Next time, I'm trying to mix snake blood." ”

Malfoy knew why his father joined the Death Eaters after graduation. Although he did not ask his father, his father never told him. But he just knew that this was something that Malfoy should have known and understood.

He could see Harry, he could see Weasley, he could see Granger's fate. He knows better the fate of Goyle, Crabbe. He didn't have the power of prophecy, a realm that even the most powerful wizards would struggle to set foot in. But Malfoy didn't need any of that, he could see the fate of others.