Harry Potter I Am Death

The first name written on the parchment was Dumbledore. When Eli finished writing, the ink seemed to be sucked into the paper and disappeared.

"I have arranged a person for you. He has already set up a shop for you in Diagon Alley. If you have any needs, you can find him. Although it seems unreliable, it can indeed do a lot of things that others do. no way"

"Who?"

"Mundungus Fletcher"

After making arrangements for the potion factory, the two returned to school.

The dinner must be late, and the students had already returned to their respective lounges.

"What's going on, is Dumbledore going to fire you? I can contact my father to put pressure on them!"

Eli quickly stopped Draco, "Dumbledore didn't want to fire me, he just asked me to explain everything about today, so as not to miss anything, the Ministry of Magic is very nervous about these things."

Draco nodded approvingly. He was born in a magical family and had a prominent family background, so he naturally understood the virtues of the Ministry of Magic.

"Scarhead and the others are famous now, and you haven't seen Weasley's proud look!"

Draco gets angry when he thinks of Ron's shyness, why isn't it me who is in the limelight?
Ron asked, "How did you get back to school?"

Then he would say with a smug face, "I came by car!"

Everyone is young and frivolous, so they are naturally eager for such exciting things.

At that time, many people on the train saw the car, especially the little lions of Gryffindor, and they were envious of Ron.

Those from other houses were not as excited as Gryffindor, but they were also very interested.

Even the little snakes of Slytherin still fantasize about showing off in front of the train in a flying car from time to time.

The first class in second grade is herbal medicine.

In the third greenhouse, a group of little lions and little snakes were chattering non-stop.

"Quiet, kids"

Professor Sprout, the herbal medicine professor, was late, dressed as if she had just finished caring for flowers and plants.

It is the nature of children that the little wizards who haven't seen each other in the summer vacation can't finish talking.

They didn't seem to hear Professor Sprout's words.

The professor was a little helpless, and tapped the flower pot with his wand, "Calm down, children"

Only then did the little wizards quiet down.

In front of them are full of small plants cultivated in small flowerpots, all of the same kind.

Eli saw at a glance what kind of herb it was—a mandrake.

He had a whole month of leaves in his summer vacation, but he was tormented enough, how could he not know each other.

"Okay, let's learn about Mandrakes today. Can anyone tell me what a Mandrake is?"

Usually, Hermione is always the most active in this kind of classroom questioning session, and this time is no exception.

In the entire greenhouse, only Hermione raised her hand first.

The professor readily named Hermione.

Hermione, a little excited at being able to speak successfully, took a deep breath.

"The mandrake, which heals petrified creatures, is also dangerous, and its cry can be deadly"

The professor was very satisfied, "Great, ten points from Gryffindor!"

"Today our task is to repot these Mandrakes. Our Mandrakes are still just seedlings. Their crying is not fatal, but it can make people fall asleep for several hours."

Professor Sprout picked up an earmuff, "I sent each of you an earmuff, remember to wear it!"

Everyone picked up the earmuffs in front of them, and when everyone put them on, Professor Sprout lifted one of the pots and pinched the bottom of the Mandrake.

"Look, grab 'em by the bottom, and pull hard!"

The professor pulled it out vigorously, and the rhizome of the Mandrake was exposed.

Its rhizome looks like a little doll, but it is ugly and fresh.

The moment it was unearthed, the little doll let out a sharp cry.

"Whoa, whoa..."

Everyone frowned, this unlucky thing is too shocking.

Eli could clearly feel the magic in his crying, but it was blocked by the earmuffs.

There are quite a few live Mandrakes in his non-marking stretch bag.

Now his non-marking stretch bag has almost become a four-dimensional pocket, and the space inside is surprisingly large.

At noon, when everyone was eating in the auditorium, a gray owl flew in suddenly.

All eyes were drawn to the past, now is not the time to deliver the letter.

"Errol?"

Ron recognized the owl as his stupid bird at a glance.

Eli could see clearly that the owl was holding a red envelope in its talons.

"Howling letter?"

The owl sank its head into the plate in front of Ron, and there was laughter all around.

Eli silently mourns for Ron.

Ron, still holding his wand, which was about to be split in half, gave Harry a dull look.

"I am done"

Harry didn't think of any words of comfort, "Yes, you're done."

"You'd better open it, I didn't care about grandma's shouting letter at that time, the consequences will be serious"

There was still a moment of fear on Neville's face.

Ron tremblingly prepared to open the envelope.

Eli couldn't stand it anymore. With a finger of his wand, a barrier covered Ron, and his voice could no longer be heard.

Everyone looked at Eli in surprise, they had never seen this move before.

But I still have a little regret for losing an opportunity to watch a play.

Although he couldn't hear the sound, just looking at Ron's ashen face, he knew that the consequences would be serious.

This is just a small episode, and today's real highlight is yet to come.

The Dueling Club is hosting its first assembly of the school year!
After the operation of the last semester, except for the fifth to seventh grades who were busy with exams, most of the rest of the grades joined the dueling club.

There are still many people who are on the sidelines or are not interested at all.

But in the wave of learning caused by the Dueling Club, many people were still afraid of falling behind and joined in.

“Great to see you all in the new term”

Eli stood on a high platform, and there were many people standing below.

Because the number of people was beyond their imagination, Professor McGonagall had to change the location to another larger classroom.

Professor Flitwick did not attend. In fact, after seeing Eli's abilities last semester, he confidently handed over the club to Eli.

The wizards below are all eager to try. After a holiday, they have not forgotten to defeat their opponents.

No, Draco has already met Ron's eyes.

"Then, old program, is there anyone to challenge me!"

It was suddenly quiet down below.

Last semester, there were indeed many people who did not believe in evil and challenged Eli.

But none of them were defeated easily by accident, and they had no power to fight back.

"I want to try"

Everyone's eyes gathered in the past to see which warrior it was.

The person being looked at felt a little uncomfortable with so many gazes, but soon calmed down.

Eli nodded, at least he was calm.

"I'm Cedric Diggory, fourth grade, I'm asking the president for your advice"