"You're late." Snape still had that attitude, cold. Ike was used to it, so he pulled over the chair and sat down.

"It's a long way to get here from the eighth floor." Ike replied.

"But the second floor is close here."

"I'm sorry, but I still need to take Hermione back to the dorm, which is on the eighth floor." Ike spread his hands, "You didn't extend an invitation to her. ”

"Humph!" Snape snorted coldly and threw a card over, "You already know what this thing is, don't lose it!"

"Don't worry, Professor, I'll take it." Ike put the card directly in his pocket and patted it on it.

"You'd better do it." Snape's tone was still harsh, but Ike laughed, pulled a small bottle from his pocket, and placed it on the table.

"This is for you, Professor."

"Elixir? Hmph, Stred, do you think I'm going to need something like this? Snape looked at Ike with an unkind expression, "Or do you think I can't make it?" ”

"Of course not." Ike replied, "It's just a gift from your best student......"

"That's right, it's a gift."

Snape didn't speak, just looked at Ike with scrutinizing eyes. After a long while, he said slowly, "Something is wrong with you, Stryde......"

"It seems that something very interesting happened during the holidays......"

Suddenly, Snape's hand slammed into Ike's left arm, but Ike dodged it.

"Pull your sleeves apart! Stred! Snape took out his wand, first flicked a spell at his office door, and said loudly.

Ike shook his head and slipped his left hand straight into his pocket.

"You...... Do you know what you're doing? Snape looked furious, and he pointed his wand at Ike, "I can send you to Azkaban right now!" ”

"How dare you...... How dare you! ”

"Follow me to Dumbledore, now!"

"No, Professor." Ike dodged Snape's outstretched hand again.

"What did you say?" Snape's face was ugly.

"I'm sorry, Professor, but that's what I've decided." Ike said.

"You're kidding with your life!"

"So I need your help, Professor." Ike looked at Snape without shying away, and the determination in his eyes made Snape speechless for a moment.

It was a long time before Snape returned to his seat.

"What do you need, Ike?"

"Unicorn blood."

As soon as he finished speaking, Snape stood up again, turned and walked into his pantry, and soon lost a large bottle full of silver liquid.

"What else?"

"Nope." Ike shook his head, put the bottle away, and undid the magic that Snape had just cast on the door, "See you in class, Professor." ”

"I'll tell Dumbledore about it." Before he could reach the door, Snape's voice rang out from behind him.

Ike stopped, bowing his head slightly.

"I know, Professor." With that, he opened the door and left.

Ike knew very well that he couldn't hide anything from Snape during the holidays, and that there was a very peculiar sense among the owners of the Dark Mark that was much clearer than before when Comrade Fu had obtained a body that he could use for a short time.

It's a magical representation of identity, and you can't lie.

Ike knew this when he was at Gaunt's house, and Snape's reaction wasn't unexpected, but to be honest, it was a bit of a surprise that he calmed down so quickly.

He was ready to take on Snape.

Just looking at this posture, I will definitely not be at peace this semester......

Back in the dormitory, Stewart and Terry hadn't slept yet, and Michael and Anthony had also come over, talking about the Triwizard Tournament with great interest.

Seeing that Ike was back, Stewart asked directly, "Ike, where have you been?" ”

"Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitsch, and Professor Snape, I got a little bit of gadget from them." Ike lifted his suitcase off the bed and put it away, pulling out two cards and a piece of paper from his pocket, "Club, you know. ”

"Three!" Terry and Michael shouted in unison, "There's Snape's!" ”

"Of course." Ike smiled and nodded, "I think that's a good fit for me to be the number one in my grade." ”

"Damn it!" Terry grimaced, "You're going to be punished, Ike!" ”

"Wow wow wow, is this a curse!" Ike collapsed on the bed exaggeratedly, and shouted to Stewart beside him, "Go get me to the school hospital, I want to see Madam Pomfrey!" ”

Seeing Ike like this, Stewart and the others laughed. After a little more play, Michael and Anthony left.

Lying on the bed, Ike was just about to fall asleep, when Terry, who was on the bed next to him, suddenly asked, "Ike, are you sure you have enough time?" You know, you're still going to take twelve courses this year. ”

"No problem, Terry." Ike rolled over and replied.

"You've got that again, haven't you?" Terry asked, seeing that Ike didn't reply, he already understood, and secretly said that he was stupid, why did he forget the time turner.

The next day, naturally, everyone was immersed in intense learning.

As Professor McGonagall said, because of the Triwizard Tournament, the course schedule this semester is very tight, and there is almost no time to spare in the morning and afternoon.

After the end of the History of Magic, there was a class in herbal medicine, and before lunch there was an elective class, Muggle Studies, Ancient Runes, and Arithmetic Divination. In just one morning, Ike regained the feeling of last semester and directly turned on the "doppelganger" mode.

The same is true of Hermione, who has also taken twelve classes like Ike, and the two of them have a tacit understanding of meeting in front of the Room of Requirement after the second class.

As a result, "a room that only Ike Straw and those he approve can enter" becomes "a room that only Ike Strage and Hermione Granger and those they approve can enter".

Kindness...... Two beds.

The content of the fourth grade is obviously much more difficult than that of the third grade, of course, the average person will not be able to detect it. Only those who listen carefully and preview in advance can notice that the professors will say some "off-topic" words from time to time during class. Although it was only a passing mention, Ike was well aware that it was what was covered in the fifth-grade OWLS exam.

Just like in the Transfiguration class in the afternoon, Professor McGonagall would always say "this is very important" and "this is very important", and those knowledge points are things that only be learned in the fifth grade.

Of course, there are "plus private goods", and naturally there are also the same as before, and Hagrid's Magical Beasts Protection Class is even more "watery".

Fried snails?

Ike had no idea what the use of learning about this magical creature that Hagrid had cultivated himself.

Just to make a noise?