trainer at hogwarts

Frozen Bird flies very fast, and Morris walks very slowly. After hesitating for a few seconds, he chose to let Nanny Bug stay and deal with the unicorn's body alone, while he and Frozen Bird went to see the captured Soroa.

When they arrived, the snake was gone, and Chen Chen was frantically trying to fix the wound on his arm. The wound was bleeding, as if the platelets on his body had collectively fled home. Dumbledore and Snape were discussing something. Zoroas lay helplessly on Dumbledore's arm. He finally understood that this old man was very bad.

Morris hid a little further away, thinking about how to bring Soraya out. He didn't want to worry about other things, and he didn't want to be discovered.

"Frozen Bird, why don't we wait for Zoroa to come back by himself?" Morris suddenly thought.

Frozen Bird: ""

Morris: "Depending on the situation, Professor Dumbledore and the others won't do anything to Soraya. They will just use routine threats. How about we just go with the flow and teach him a lesson."

Frozen Bird: Then don’t care

Morris turned around ruthlessly: "We haven't finished dealing with the unicorn yet. Let's go."

Frozen Bird flapped its wings: Master, what you said makes sense. The stupid fox was quite happy lying on the old man's body.

Maurice felt basically safe when he saw Soroa lying securely on Dumbledore's arm. Dumbledore has a tolerant heart in most cases, and will tolerate many mischievous creatures, except Tom Riddle. When dealing with animals that are dangerous to black magic, these professors will definitely kill them on the spot to avoid future troubles.

As long as Soraya didn't do anything outrageous or hurtful, Dumbledore would spare the little fox's life.

At this time, it's just a good time to teach Zoroa, who likes to be naughty and mischievous, a lesson and scare him so that he won't run around all day without being seen.

"Frozen Bird, take a look here first, then come over and take the unicorn away later," Morris said.

The frozen bird flew twice in the sky to express its agreement.

With the unremitting efforts of Morris and the nanny bug, the entire unicorn was finally dismantled successfully. Divided into categories, flesh, flesh and hair are distinguished.

Morris plans to find a number of black shops to take over the business. Dumbledore would not hide the death of a unicorn in the Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts, and would report the missing body to the Ministry of Magic. As the saying goes, you can't put your eggs in one basket. You have to confuse the public in many ways to protect yourself.

It's a pity that the polyjuice potion hasn't been made yet. Maurice wants to give himself a slap in the face last week and tell you to read carefully. Why can't you always read this kind of thing? Either get rid of it immediately or wait until the news is over, otherwise it will be your own fault. Hit the gun.

The only choice was to ask Chen Chen. He had also studied the polyjuice potion together before. I didn’t know if he had made it. Morris sighed and hoped that he would be reliable.

In terms of the efficiency of the Ministry of Magic, Minister Fudge is still relatively loyal. He doesn't have many opinions on the matters proposed by Dumbledore and basically follows them. So after a series of wrangling, the staff of the Ministry of Magic understood the matter and it would still take one to three days to handle the case, including tonight.

time is money.

In the middle of the night, Morris got a bottle of polyjuice potion from Chen Chen as he wished. In the dead of night, the two of them left Hogwarts on the Frozen Bird and headed to Koncktum Alley.

This is a dangerous and dark place. Knockturn Alley is adjacent to Diagon Alley and is a mixed bag of dragons and snakes, which is despised by most wizards. This alley is full of black magic shops, the largest of which is the "Bojin Bock Magic Shop", which is also one of Morris and Chen Chen's goals this time.

Morris took out a small bottle and gave it to Chen Chen: "This is for you. Inside is a person's hair. This person's information is all on this piece of paper." Then he took out a small note and stuffed it into Chen Chen, " To roughly imitate them, these are the people I asked Gardevoir to pay attention to before. Some are Muggles and some are wizards. Don’t worry about your identity. Gardevoir is the most reliable person to do things."

The two of them were messing around with their hair and polyjuice potion as if they were dividing spoils. Morris and Chen Chen clinked their glasses and took a sip.

A large glass of over-fried cabbage juice tasted extremely sour. Morris rolled his eyes and drank it.

A normal dose of Polyjuice Potion can only last for one hour. To be on the safe side, Morris and Chen Chen specially prepared a large dose of Polyjuice Potion to extend the transformation time.

Morris felt the pain coming from all over his body, his bones crackled, the clothes on his body were stretched to the point of bursting, and his height gradually increased.

A few minutes later, Morris changed his clothes into adult clothes and leaned against the corner, breathing heavily.

"This is not something humans do." Morris sighed sincerely.

Chen Chen sat on the ground and said pitifully: "I have never suffered such pain in my life." But with his current appearance, Morris almost vomited.

"I'm so used to it." After recovering, Morris stretched his hands and feet, "I understand Conan a little bit."

Chen Chen was silent for a while: "Conan doesn't have much time to get down to business first. Give me the blood and I'll sell it."

"Okay." Morris gave Chen Chen a lot of bottles, "I'll sell them."

Split up to speed up.

Morris has now become a middle-aged uncle with thinning hair, about thirty years old, who has been staying at home for a long time. This man's name is Smithhoff.

Hiding the nanny bug's elf ball in his sleeve, Morris quietly walked to the door of Bojinbok Magic Shop, raised his hand and knocked twice.

There was no response from inside. After waiting for a while, Morris knocked twice more.

"Who?" A hoarse and impatient voice came from inside the store, "It's closed at night and won't let anyone sleep."

Morris coughed and lowered his voice: "Some business is suitable for doing at night."

The store was quiet for a while, and the voice said: "Not interested."

"Oh, you're not interested in unicorns, are you? Then I'll find another one." Morris said in a nonchalant tone.

The door curtain opened, and an old man with a bad face said: "Say it again."

Morris shook several glass bottles. There were several silver-white hairs in one bottle, which looked particularly beautiful in the moonlight. Other bottles contained what appeared to be other parts of the unicorn.

The old man's eyes were almost glued to the glass bottle. He looked away with difficulty, looked at the good-for-nothing uncle up and down, and said, "Where did it come from?"

Morris: "Haha."

"Come in and talk." The old man said in a deep voice.