HP Magic Biography

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It was Thursday morning when the **** Malfoy appeared again. His arm was bandaged. He raised his arm high at the dining table to show off, like a hero returning from an injury. It was annoying that there were people who believed that Malfoy's arm had not recovered.

"How's it going, Draco?" Pansy Parkinson asked with a smirk. "Does it hurt?"

"It hurts," Malfoy said, making a brave face on purpose. But Harry saw that when Pansy looked away, he winked at Carat and Gore.

"It's so disgusting that it explodes..." Ron muttered angrily, "I knew he would be like this, pretending to be sick, he wouldn't think he was ashamed, Madam Pomfrey could even return Harry's bones overnight. "

Harry didn't speak, he just stared at Malfoy, and Malfoy made a triumphant expression at him, but it seemed to Harry that it was awkward, and he wanted to give Malfoy a bat spirit. Curse, so that you don't have to look at Malfoy's distorted face from being arrogant.

"He really is..." Harry finally couldn't bear it. Because of Malfoy, Hagrid was in a very bad state these days, drinking every day, and his magical animal protection class seemed to be a joke. , Harry and others face the Flobber caterpillar every day. This thing is just like a normal caterpillar. The bamboo body is colorful and looks disgusting. They just simply lie on their stomachs except for eating. , Turning over occasionally.

Harry had no idea what the meaning of this creature was, eating cabbage? Be watched? Forget it, that's disgusting, if there is something magical about this **** thing, it doesn't count that he is bigger than a normal caterpillar.

"Calm down, Harry!" Fanlin pulled Harry back into his chair, which made the long Slytherin table laugh. Harry Potter and his **** friend had a disagreement...

Laura looked at this side with concern. Since the secret room happened, Laura has become more silent, and she seems to be more willing to be with those ghosts now.

"He's not worthy of your hands... and he also hopes that, so that he can intensify all his vents on Hagrid's body..." Fanlin said, he picked up another piece of pudding, and he really ate something. Is the most important.

Ever since I have seen all kinds of food, Fanlin suddenly felt that the British recipes were really not worth mentioning, or they were...junk...

It should be said that looking up at the starry sky or something, even the most orthodox British can not accept and import it.

It is worth mentioning that Fanlin’s book written by imitating Gildro Lockhart’s novels, "The Sorcerer's Stone in the Dungeon" and "The Whispers of Death·The Basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets" have all been completed. He will The first draft of the Sorcerer's Stone was submitted to the Daily Prophet and has been approved.

In fact, the Daily Prophet needs content to fill in the literary gaps, and it is all miscellaneous words that do not appeal to readers in this section.

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The early morning dispute did not last long. The first session of today was Professor Snape's potions. Before the class, all Gryffindors put away their smiles. As the potions classroom got closer and closer, Neville's face became paler. When Neville saw Snape, his face looked like a dead person.

Professor Snape became more terrifying than ever, perhaps because Snape failed to apply for the post of Defence Against the Dark Arts professor once again. On the second day of school, Snape’s first potions class of the semester , All Gryffindors received a more cruel deduction link. On the first day they were deducted more than 20 points for various reasons. The most important thing is that they are already in the third grade...

Of course, there is also Fanlin’s private teaching work at Snape. With the growth of Fanlin’s strength, Fanlin can get less and less from Snape. What he needs is more magic accumulation. So Snape righteously refused to continue to guide Fanlin. Of course, the last time before leaving, Snape was fully fired, and it took less than five minutes to get Fanlin from his office. Drove out.

"Sit down, sit down," Professor Snape said lazily. Harry and Ron looked at each other sadly. If they were late, Snape wouldn't say "sit down," he deducted their credits without hesitation.

Of course, Malfoy's treatment was obviously not comparable to Harry and Ron. No matter what he did in class, he would not be punished by Professor Snape.

As for Fanlin... Forget it, he doesn't want to die, so let Malfoy leave this kind of thing. He and Hermione were treated regardless of whether they were asked, and at the same time, perhaps because Snape was looking for a better reason for deducting points, he directly divided the jack-of-all-trades into one group and threw it into the corner.

Snape is the dean of the Slytherin House, and under normal circumstances always give priority to the students of the school. Today they are making a new medicine: shrinking solution.

Fanlin had seen these contents, in fact, because of Snape's private teaching, the general potion refining would not cause any problems for Fanlin.

Fanlin saw the two of Harry frown, and he wanted to know that the two had never previewed.

Malfoy put his cauldron next to Harry and the two, so that he can successfully blend into Harry's team. The potion materials are on every table, and these are shared.

Harry looked disgusted, and Malfoy must have no good thoughts.

Sure enough, Malfoy attacked first when everyone was preparing.

"Please start your performance..."

"Sir," Malfoy called, "Sir, I need someone to help me cut the roots of these daisies because my arm—"

"Weasley, cut the roots for Malfoy." Snape said without looking up.

Ron was so angry that his face was red as a brick.

"Your arm is okay." He said to Malfoy angrily.

Malfoy smirked across the table.

"Weasley~www.wuxiaspot.com~ you heard what Professor Snape said, cut these roots."

Ron grabbed the knife, pulled Malfoy's roots in front of him, and began to cut roughly, but the cuts were of varying sizes.

"Professor," said Malfoy, dragging his voice, "Weasley has cut my roots into various forms, sir."

Snape approached their table, looked down at the table from his hooked nose, and gave Ron an unpleasant smile from under his long, greasy black hair.

"Change roots with Malfoy, Weasley."

"But, sir—"

Ron had just spent a quarter of an hour carefully cutting his own roots to exactly the same size.

"Now." Snape said in his most dangerous tone.

Ron pushed his own beautifully cut root to Malfoy across the table, and then took the knife again. Mobile users please browse and read for a better reading experience.