Just as Myrtle was thinking about how to cast the Imperius Curse on Arthur during the afternoon flying lesson, Arthur, who was taking a herbal class, was getting entangled by Draco.

"Arthur, did you think I had a chance to join the Quidditch team in Slytherin?"

Draco's expectant eyes shone like torches on Arthur.

As a pure-blood wizard, Draco, like most pure-blood wizards, is obsessed with the sport of Quidditch.

Ever since Gryffindor's Guanaway Lumbaton made an exception to the Gryffindor Quidditch team. The idea of joining his house's Quidditch team had been haunting Draco's mind.

But Professor Snape, the head of Slytherin House, was not a good talker, and whenever Draco saw Professor Snape's gloomy face, which was stuck in his throat, he choked from the bottom of his heart.

Draco, who struggled with everything, finally decided to seek Arthur's help.

After all, Arthur has some kind of special prophetic ability, if he says that he can join the Quidditch team, then he will immediately go to Professor Snape, even if Professor Snape is angry, he has some confidence to fulfill his dream.

"You should ask Professor Snape about this, what's the use of asking me?"

Arthur reloaded the ephedra plant in his hand into the pot, and looked at Draco helplessly.

Draco approached him for help every time something happened, which made Arthur almost lose his patience.

"Arthur, I asked my father to pre-order thirty of your new books."

"If you really want to be on a Quidditch team, you can use your money abilities."

Loyal book lovers, say it earlier. Any book lover is confused, and Arthur will solve his problems with relief.

"Money power? What kind of magic is that?"

The first time Draco heard the word "money ability", thinking it was some kind of magic he didn't understand, so he looked puzzled and asked Arthur.

"It's not magic, it's money here, it's you use your money to get a new batch of broomsticks for our house's Quidditch team. I don't think Professor Snape will refuse your forgiveness. As a thank you, you asked to join Quidditch, and he'd agree."

Arthur recalls the plot of "Harry Potter", and Draco made an exception for the Slytherin Quidditch team to sponsor a batch of Halo 2001 broomsticks.

Therefore, Arthur thinks that Draco will fund a batch of broomsticks for the Slytherin Quidditch team according to the original plot, and Professor Snape will definitely approve Draco's application for joining the team.

Draco's flying skills are considered to be the first tier among the entire first-year students, and he can't make it to the Slytherin Quidditch team now because the team doesn't accept first-year students.

Harry in "Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone" and now Neville were able to join the team because Professor McGonagall accidentally saw them riding broomsticks, so he made an exception to let them join the team in their first year.

Therefore, Arthur believes that his method will definitely succeed.

"This? Is it really possible?"

Arthur's operation shocked Draco a little, and he couldn't help but confirm.

"Yes, there is a saying in the Muggle world that as long as a problem can be solved with money, it is not a problem. This phrase may not fully apply to the wizarding world, but in some ways, it can still be used."

Arthur responded.

In fact, in the east of the Muggle world, there is a saying that money can make ghosts grind.

However, there are no ghosts in the wizarding world, only ghosts, and ghosts are a group of beings who have no desires (except for Peeves). This was said to Draco, and he would not have understood.

"Okay, I'm going to write to my father and ask him to fund a batch of the latest broomsticks for the team, I heard that Halo 2001 is coming out soon, so I just ordered a batch."

After listening to Arthur's detailed explanation, Draco also understood Arthur's so-called "money ability", and his heart that had been hanging in the air finally fell, and his face showed an unruly smile again.

"Alright, get you

When you're done, the professor is looking at you. Because of our confinement, our House Points have been surpassed by 20 points by Ravenclaw, and if we don't earn House Points, the House Cup will be in danger."

Draco's matter has been satisfactorily resolved. Arthur didn't want to talk to Draco anymore, so he found an excuse to send him away.

Hearing this, Draco glanced up at Professor Sprout, and saw that just as Arthur had said, the professor had a solemn expression on his face, thinking that Slytherin had already been deducted 60 points because of himself.

If it weren't for the fact that he used the money to buy small gifts for the Slytherin students, and for his father's relationship with the school board member, he would have been a lost Slytherin by now.

Arthur was right, for the sake of Slytherin's glory, he had to earn more house points for Slytherin in the next six months, so that Slytherin would once again be the head of the four houses.

The herbal medicine class passed by in a flash, under the busy figure of the students.

The Ravenclaw students who had been in class with Slytherin were running towards the castle after Professor Sprout announced the end of class, they didn't have any classes for the day, and they could go back to the Ravenclaw lounge for a pleasant tea time.

On the Slytherin side, legend has it that the warm student wizard robes are walking towards the playground covered by the university, where they still have flying lessons today. Although flying in the air on a broomstick is a really cool thing.

But in this cold winter, and today it happened to be windy, and flying in the sky on a broomstick is a very torturous thing.

At the thought of having to endure the biting cold wind to complete all kinds of flying maneuvers, the Slytherin students looked depressed, and their pace towards the playground was a few beats slower than usual.

"Arthur, this is the glove I asked my mother to knit for you."

When they arrived at the playground, neither the Hooch girl who taught them flying lessons nor the Gryffindor students who were with them came, Pansy looked at Arthur who was standing alone in the snow, took a deep breath, and plucked up her courage to walk towards Arthur.

"This should be knitted for you by my aunt, so it's not appropriate for me to give it to me, right?"

Arthur looked at the black fur gloves Pansy was holding in his hand and asked with a puzzled expression.

He has no gloves, and holding a cold flying broomstick, which is indeed a very difficult thing, but he can't accept gifts from others for no reason.

Looking at Pansy's frozen, reddened hands, Arthur didn't wait for Pansy to respond, and directly picked up the gloves and put them on Pansy.

His hand was suddenly grasped by Arthur, Pansy's little face instantly turned red, her heart pounded like a deer, and her brain had long forgotten the reason for organizing it before.

She froze in place, looking at Arthur's pale and handsome cheeks obsessively, especially feeling Arthur's action of putting gloves on her, her heart's beating heart also settled, and a warm feeling lingered in her heart.

"Look, it's just right. If I put it on my hand, it would be a little small."

Arthur raised his little Pansy glove hand in front of her and smiled. Since the progress of the digestion of the potion in his body has become higher and higher, the expression on his face has also become much richer.

"I don't think I feel cold now."

"Hmm..."

Pansy blushed and lowered her head, humming in a very low voice.

Compared to the warmth of the gloves, Arthur's gentleness made her forget for a moment that she was in the cold wind of winter.

"But, Arthur, if you don't have gloves, you'll get frostbite when you ride a broomstick for a while."

Suddenly, Pansy was annoyed that she hadn't had the courage to ask her mother to knit her an extra glove, so that Arthur wouldn't have refused if she had gloves.

Damn, why can't you even think of this? What a shame!

Pansy blamed herself in her heart.

"It's okay, I'm used to it."

For Arthur, the soul was not yet completely gentle with the body, and he was still a living dead. And these twelve years

, he is used to the cold of winter.

Frostbite is impossible, at most the arm is stiff and uncontrollable.

In order to convince Pansy of his words, Arthur also raised his hand and shook it in front of Pansy. His hands were as white as snow as usual, but he could barely pick up his wand now, and if he were allowed to write in the diary with a pencil now, the handwriting would be too crooked to look at.

But this was also done, his body was still in a state of the living dead, although most of the potions had been digested, so that his body could produce a faint amount of heat, but these heats could only keep his torso from freezing like in previous years, and his limbs could only forcibly bear the cold.

In such a state, facing a short flight lesson, Arthur may not be able to complete today's class task, but he also prepared in advance.

"Actually, I have other preparations, you see!"

Arthur pulled out a hot water bottle from the leather pouch Dumbledore had given him earlier and handed it to Pansy. This hot water bottle was specially prepared by Arthur for flying lessons.

Its appearance is the same as that of the Muggle world's hot water bottle, but the liquid inside is not water, but the blood of some kind of magical creature, which, after absorbing enough heat, can keep the hot water bottle at about 50 degrees Celsius for a long time.

That's enough to keep Arthur's hands nimble during an hour-and-a-half-long flight lesson.

"What kind of magic item is this? What a look!"

Pansy took off one of her gloves and placed her hand on the surface of the hot water bottle, surprised to find that her hand was starting to warm and not so cold, and couldn't help but exclaim.

"This is a hot water bottle, and the outer skin is not an ordinary reindeer skin, but the liquid inside is the blood of the filmbeast."

Arthur patiently explained.

"Wow, I've never seen anything like this. Arthur, could it be that you invented it yourself?"

Sure enough, it was soft and soft, and it was indeed filled with liquid, and Pansy, who had never seen a hot water bottle, looked at Arthur's eyes and couldn't help but show a look of adoration.

"Hehe, this thing is very common in the Muggle world, but this one I improved. It can only be said to be made, not invented. Pansy, if you like, I'll make one for you in the evening."

In fact, there are spells in the wizarding world that avoid the cold and keep people warm, but that spell lasts forever and consumes a lot of magic for the duration. And these magic powers are a burden for underage wizards.

Arthur had learned the Fire Charm before, and the Temperature Maintaining Charm was an extension of the Fire Charm, and he currently did it too. But riding a broomstick is also a matter of mana, maintaining the spell while riding a broomstick.

Although Arthur was the best first-year student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the magic in his body was not enough for him to absorb both at the same time.

Instead of wasting magic, opt for physical insulation.

"What are you talking about?"

At this moment, a voice came from a distance that made Pansy particularly annoying, and she didn't have to look back to find the owner of the voice. Pansy had already guessed who the other party was.

"You're a Gryffindor, you're always running to our Slytherin, right? Miss Jack-of-all-trades!"

Pansy questioned Hermione as she walked up to her and Arthur with an unkind expression.

If it weren't for Arthur's dislike of swearing, Pansy would have praised "Hermione" in the most beautiful wizarding tradition.

"It's a playground for flying lessons, and it's a public area. Why can't I come?"

Myrtle glanced contemptuously at the little girl, as an old senior from decades ago, she was not at all afraid of this little Slytherin bully.

Wait until I open the seal of the adult, little brat, and you'll just wait to see hell, hehe.

"Arthur, when I was teaching the history of magic today, there was a part of the content that I didn't know too much, and when I got to recess for a while, could you help me explain it?"

Ignoring Pansy's fried hair, Myrtle looked charming and pitiful to Arthur, and asked for help in her throat.

want

Using the Imperius Curse on Arthur was a bad act to get into Azkaban, and Myrtle wasn't that idiot enough to cast a spell in front of Arthur in front of so many students.

In order to avoid not being able to find Arthur after class, as was the case the other day, Myrtle decided to take a break between the hour-and-a-half-long flying lessons and attack Arthur.

She couldn't feel the breath of the adult for the past few days, and no matter how much she prayed, the adult would not respond to her.

Myrtle knew that it was because her progress was too slow, and she couldn't rescue the adults for so long, and the adults began to be dissatisfied with her.

If Arthur knew about Myrtle's mental activity at this time, he would definitely hold his stomach and laugh.

Because the lord that Myrtle spoke of had already been expelled by him with the compassion of the Holy Maiden.

"Yes, I happened to find you for something."

Hermione had always been a rigorous scholar, and when she encountered a problem that she understood differently, she would seek a new interpretation from her professor.

The professor of the history of magic, Professor Binns, is a ghost who lectures in a very dull and inflexible way. After a few closed doors, Hermione gave up seeking Professor Binns's answer.

Instead, ask others, and of the entire Hogwarts first-year students, Arthur was the best one, even more senior than Hermione herself.

At first, Hermione didn't seek much of Arthur's help because of a misunderstanding with Arthur. But once she was confronted with a very difficult question, when she asked many excellent students, but did not get easy answers, she let go of her bad impression of Arthur and sought Arthur's help.

After that, Hermione learned the law of true fragrance.