From Hogwarts to Strixhaven

"Clean up a new! Clean up a new! Clean up! ..."

When the little wizards continued to clean up the smell lingering on Malfoy, he actually became the leader of this wizard team.

After all, he has a big killer that everyone cannot ignore.

Whether it is Gryffindor's heroic finding player Harry, or the proud Slytherin witch Kashandra, if he cannot destroy Malfoy in physics, he must make some compromises to avoid his approaching.

Maybe this is the magic application version of "mop staining shit, Lu Bu is alive"?

"Granger! Go and see what the bottle placed on that table is pretending to have something!" Once Malfoy realizes his advantages, his own fingers in his character are undoubtedly revealed, "You are in the potion Don't you really want to answer the questions from Professor Snape? Now I will give you this opportunity! "

It is true that the little wizards present have heard about rumors about "Miss Master Tong". Coupled with the analysis of the professor of Hermione on the layout of the level, everyone has seen that this room is Snape's masterpiece.

There is no doubt that the seven tall and short, fat and thin bottle is undoubtedly the potion, so how to find the useful potion that is useful in front of you is the top priority.

And Hermione, who has an excellent talent in endorsement, undoubtedly has the best candidate to understand this level.

Hermione, who heard the Malfoy instructions, first glanced at his two partners for help. When they saw that they were far away, so they had to go around Malfoy, who was standing in the middle of the room, and hesitated to the long desktop. In front, I picked up the sheepskin paper on the table.

"This is a clue ..." Hermione reacted after a few glances. "Fortunately, we did not move these medicine bottles ... Their place of placement is specific."

Seeing that the eyes of the little wizards in the room were concentrated on himself, Hermione lowered his head and continued to read: "There are three poison in the seven bottles, and the two are harmless urticarian wine. The black flame of the door, the other can return us to the original

"What should we do?" Malfoy asked loudly, "We only have five people, do we choose a bottle and drink it? If we live well, continue to try?"

"That's not good!" Harry raised his objections. "Even if someone drinks the correct potion, there is no way to determine which door should be passed. One of them is a black flame and the other is the purple flame. It must be two different kinds of different kinds of different kinds. magic!"

"This is a riddle!" Hermione raised his tone. "As long as he is smart enough, you can figure out how to pass! The condition is: poison is always standing on the left side of the urticed wine; But none of the potion that can be passed through black flames; the largest bottle and the smallest bottle are not poison; the second and second on the left and the second on the right are equipped with the same substances, so it can only be urticed wine or poison. "

Harry looked at Hermione's eyes: "It sounds like a stinky and long spell ... So can we not go out, right? Always stay in a room with the stinky Malfoy?"

"Ha! There are still a lot of time in our scar!" Malfoy made a self -violent laughter, "In order to let you adapt in advance, come over! Friends! Let us be warm and affectionate!"

"Give me a minute!" Seeing that Malfoy was getting closer and closer to his own, Hermione quickly interrupted. "Soon I can know which one is useful!"

Hermione read the paper several times, walking around the bottle, talking to himself, and poking this or the bottle while he said.

Finally, she breathed a sigh of relief: "I fully understand it. From left to right bottles, poison, urticed wine, potion of potion through black flames, two bottles of poison, ulcer wine, and those who can pass the purple flames Port.

"Is this the smallest bottle?" Kasidera grabbed the humble small bottle. "There are too few potions in it, and you can only be used for two people at most."

Ron picked up the slippery bottle on the right, and shook it in front of him. The liquid inside was full and did not emit too much movement: "Fortunately, this bottle is full, enough to send the rest of the people back. It's ".

"Go back? Where to go back?" Malfoy looked unbelievable, "Go back with the monster with that giant?"

"You think, we all have come to this room, that is to say, we can count through the previous closure? Maybe that room has become clean?" Ron's voice became smaller and smaller Believe this statement too much.

"You have to choose a person to continue with me." Cassandra had pulled out the bottle plug and was put the bottle of potion on his lips.

"So Slytherin's warriors have decided to be you?" Malfoy asked sarcastically.

Kassandra was not angry, but moved in the direction of black flames without trace: "Do you really want to face a smell to face a few levels?"

"There should be only Professor Dumbledore's himself ..." Hermione whispered. "The monster is the test of the Professor of Dark Magic Defense. This is here. "This is here."

"You are right, I really shouldn't have a smell to break through the barrier." Malfoy suddenly changed his mind because he found that even before the last test he came to, the teammates who could rely on only one Gryffenfen left. Many, as we all know, Dumbledore always prefers Gryffindor students.

As a qualified Slytherin, he could not commit bets on a must -lose bet.

"Drink, Kassandra." Malfoy quietly took out his wand. "I should really go back to clean up myself and sleep well."

Then Gryffindor's candidates are not sure.

Three friends looked at each other, and Ron took the lead in raising his arm: "I won't go, I want to watch Malfoy to prevent him from recruiting Snape to expel you."

Harry nodded. He thought it was necessary. Malfoy was really likely to make it all.

"You go, Hermione." Although Harry was reluctant, he still made a choice of self -consciousness. "Neither of us has learned a few magic, you have the biggest winning face. Cassandra's magic also It's amazing ... "Harry compared to the stomach," She can open a giant monster's belly.

"And you are still the smartest." Ron added, "If there is no you, we will be trapped here."

"Yes, and I am also covered with a bad smell." Harry wrinkled his nose, obviously tortured by Malfoy's things that was not tortured by him.

"Okay." Hermione hesitated for a moment, and in the end, he did not say that he killed the monster completely relying on Avi's help.

Seeing that the three -person Gryffindor had discussed the results, Cassandla nodded, poured the potion in the small bottle into his mouth, and then snorted.

"Except for your weapon!" Malfoy suddenly read the spell, and the goal of the spell was Kasidera, who was still holding a bottle.

Although Ivey has only taught this curse in the third grade black magic defense, some little wizards in Slytherin are still willing to share with the wizard of the school.

The small potion bottle flew out of Cassandra's hands, scratched a arc in the air, and seemed to fall to the ground.

For the little wizards, this is the only possibility of moving forward.

And Malfoy is also convinced that non -Gryffindor students cannot pass the test of Dumbledore. So what is the way to make Slytherin College a stable earning? Of course, it is to prevent Gryffindor students from going forward!

As for Malfoy, who stayed in the room and stayed with three Gryffindor? Malfoy thinks what happened.

There is something to say, as long as I am a shit, no one will come to step on me.

There is no difference between Malfoy and excrement, and maybe it is even more scary in odor. What's more, his little dragon is still useless, and it is enough to be a strategic deterrence.

Unfortunately, he missed Harry's genius -level finder.

Harry flew to the empty potion bottle. In the process of rotating and flying, Snape's carefully configured potion had completely spilled. Fortunately, Harry also had an organ that could be used to catch the potion in the sky, and that organ also helped him grab the golden thief for the first time on the field.

It's Harry's mouth.

There are not many liquids from the potion bottle, and it is less than a bite. Harry felt that he had swallowed a large piece of ice, and the cold feeling penetrated into the whole body.

"Despicable!" He got up from the ground and shouted at Malfoy. In order not to waste this potion, he had to get into the door with the burning black flame as soon as possible.

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

The black flame licked the whole body of Harry, but he felt without feeling, but for a moment of darkness, he came to the other side of the door smoothly.

"I have to say that Malfoy is indeed a qualified Slytherin." Avi said with the sound insulation magic in front of him, and said with a smile to the old white bearded man around him.

"Well--" The old wizard sighed, "Maybe I should persuade Severus to boil a little potion ..."

The love and killing between the little wizards made Aiwei very excited, but obviously Dumbledore did not like this scene. Maybe the magic of love and friendship is the most appetite for him?

"A very thoughtful strategy, Malfoy." Cassandra already wanted to understand Malfoy's motivation. She shook her head and added, "But maybe you should believe in your companion more. This is just a test ... ... "

Can't betray them.

This is what Kassandra did not say anything, but obviously Malfoy didn't think so.

"I don't like to be a companion with several Grand Gryffindor, and this is a competition!" Malfoy shook his head in Ron's anger's eyes.

"We saved your life!" Ron shouted angrily, just now, he secretly thought that Malfoy was not too bad, at least it was not more difficult to get closer than the undead monster.

"Although I didn't ask the scar head to do that ..." Malfoy paused, "But you rest assured, the Malfoy family is definitely not a person who owed debts."

This arrogant remarks undoubtedly angered Ron, who had a strong self -esteem. He clenched his fist and seemed to hesitate to rush up.

"Grandie, don't let them fight, okay?" Cassandra looked at Hermione around him, saying softly, "Look at the part we fight together."

Cassandra has always thought that she is an unscrupulous Avengers, but now it seems that maybe her unscrupulous means in cognition refers to treating herself instead of treating others ...

She shook her head, left the idea of ​​moving to her head, and turned into the black flame.

"Okay, Ron!" Hermione came to Ron and tried to persuade him, "No matter how abominable his plot was, it didn't succeed, right? We have to believe in Harry."

Harry, maybe it would be better if Hermione didn't mention this name.

Although Ron did not deny that he was Harry's best friend, look at what he did tonight?

Argued with Malfoy? Cheered for him when Harry rode on the flying broom? Was he about to show his skills and was roughly overturned when he was playing the best wizard chess game in Hogwarts history? Or was he forced to drag Malfoy to run in the corpse water? Or was he used as a rag to wipe his hands in this room, just to get one or two new robes?

Ron never found that he had so many thoughts, and it seemed that there were a thousand ducks quarreling in his mind. In this great castle, he has always lived like a clown. Maybe the clown should show his power and let the arrogant Slytherin see the anger of the lion.

"Ladies and gentlemen," someone who absolutely shouldn't speak spoke up, Dumbledore showed his tall figure, and the three young wizards in the room were all surprised, "Everyone of you did a good job, whether it was Miss Granger who solved the puzzle and the devil's snare, or Mr. Weasley who was able to abandon his prejudice and pull his opponent out of danger, or even Mr. Malfoy who racked his brains to win."

Ron's anger came quickly and went away quickly. Because Dumbledore just praised him, the greatest white wizard of this century praised him. This huge honor (in Ron's opinion) even went to his head a little.

Ron found that Dumbledore's blue eyes were shining, and a smile appeared in the corners of his wrinkled eyes. He lowered his head embarrassedly.

"Oh--" Hermione exclaimed, "Professor Dumbledore! You--you have been here all the time?"

"Not just me," Dumbledore smiled kindly, "Professor Victor as well."

Hearing Dumbledore pointing at him, Ivy had to remove the Disillusionment Charm on his body and simply greeted him: "Good evening."

Ivy was now certain that Dumbledore had been maintaining Legilimency, otherwise he would never choose to suddenly show up at this time. It seemed that he also regarded real-time monitoring of the mental health of the little wizard as one of the responsibilities of the headmaster.