trainer at hogwarts

In order to prevent the two from arguing anymore, Morris decided to find them a new target, Slantlin. That group of students has been a stinker since the beginning of the school year, relying on their family and lineage to dominate the school.

So under the praise of Morris and James, Sol and Simon gradually lost themselves.

Magic is no match for you and I can't beat you in hand-to-hand combat, right?

This is the effect you want

In order to reduce Sol and Simon's failure rate and increase their interest and fun of the game, Morris and James decided to give them some help.

So, after a certain class.

"Thor, look at that Slantlin's sly eyebrows and his disgrace to the school's appearance. Get rid of him."

Thor hesitated for a long time while holding the wand, and then said: "What kind of spell are you using?"

Morris was stunned for a moment, then said "loortis, stop" to the Slantlin, then turned around and ran away.

Thor also ran along.

Then the two of them hid behind a door somewhere, waiting quietly for the next unlucky person to be alone.

"It seems interesting," Thor said softly, his tone full of excitement.

"Of course, and you can take this opportunity to practice attack magic instead of learning how to turn matches into needles or make pineapples dance all day long."

"Those boring classes are not for me," Saul complained.

Maurice chuckled. He was a stupid kid. He didn't learn those basic lessons well and still wanted to learn powerful spells. He was so naive that he was just like, well, he was just a kid.

"Then watch and I'll show you a few more," Morris said.

This kind of practical training is really exciting. While avoiding Filch and Mrs. Norris, you can use jinxes to punish those classmates who don't look good.

Stop it, stop it, just do this kind of thing once in a while, after all, we are all classmates.

The two people hiding behind the door finally caught a fish that slipped through the net.

"rictusempra grin and hula la"

A spell hit accurately, and the unlucky Slantlin started laughing. While laughing, he cursed Gryffindor angrily and looked around in a very funny way.

Morris and Sol tried hard not to laugh out loud and continued to look for the next blind spot.

"He looks so stupid"

When there was no one around, Sol held his stomach and laughed.

As everyone knows, the way you and Simon were quarreling was equally silly in our eyes. Morris complained silently in his heart, but did not show it on his face. He also encouraged him: "Actually, these spells are not difficult, you just need to"

Such and such, such and such.

Sol blinked his glasses and nodded.

Morris smiled and patted him on the shoulder. Not bad, young man, he has a bright future.

"I'm going to Professor Snape's place. You can continue to play slowly."

Professor Snape was not in the underground office today, he was probably in class. There is a note on the desk with what Morris needs to complete today.

This is an opportunity. Morris wants to do something small.

Polyjuice potion is a very practical thing. Morris has been coveting it for a long time. Unfortunately, the difficulty and consumables are there, and he has never had time to experiment.

According to Morris's experience, Professor Snape doesn't care at all about the occasional lack of things in the office, and he usually doesn't count how many things there are. This is a very good habit.

Chen Chen from Yeluzi didn't know the specific formula of the polyjuice potion, so he went directly to the district to find it for Morris.

21 lacewings that survived for 12 days.

1 ounce of crude antimony.

4 leeches with their mouthparts removed.

23 ounces of sapweed picked at the full moon.

3 drachmas of powdered ammonium chloride.

Amphora leaf powder.

1Pinch the two-horned animal horn powder.

File powder of saltpeter, mercury, and iron.

Dried African tree snakeskin strips.

A part of the target's body, such as hair.

The two prostitutes only want to eat the big dogs and use the big dogs.

As the saying goes, school is my home, so I can take whatever I want.

I believe that as long as it’s not too much, no one will care.

You can't just take one portion of the ingredients, and you can't just take the polyjuice potion. You have to mix them up. Of course, expensive ones cannot be touched. And during this time, it would be best if a few more people show up.

While completing today's task, Morris began to think about how to have an alibi.

He closed the office door and raised his hand to summon a Poke Ball.

"Zoroa, the decision is yours."

A spirit that was mainly black and supplemented by red jumped out of the elf ball.

The little head turned left and right, with some confusion on his face.

Soraya: Master, where are we? Why isn’t Brother Deng here?

Morris: The crystal lantern has gone to work, so don't worry about this place. Now you have an opportunity to cause trouble. Do you want to do it?

Soraya: Is it finally my turn to be on stage? Hahahahaha

Such and such, such and such.

A few minutes later, Soroa transformed into an ordinary Slantlin and walked out of Professor Snape's office with a note in his arms.

A few more minutes later, Soraya, who had become Gryffindor, was lost in thought in front of a set of stairs.

He felt the strong malice coming from the magical world.

You finally get a chance to do some trick-or-treating, don’t miss it

Soraya gave himself an Oli, calmed down, lay flat and let the stairs ridicule him at will.

30 minutes later

Zoroas sat helplessly at the door of the Gryffindor common room. He couldn't speak, he didn't know the password, and the fat woman wouldn't let him in.

It's just miserable.

The smart Zoroa was not discouraged. He regrouped, found a deserted place and turned into a beautiful Ravenclaw. He put the paper on his chest and shyly looked at the Gryffindors passing by.

Soon, a fish took the bait.