Snakes at Hogwarts

The next morning, Andros, who had woken up early, came back from the school hospital with a head that kept steam coming out of his ears.

He was ridiculed mercilessly by almost all the little snakes he knew.

Especially Draco.

Seeing Andros in such a miserable state, the happy little dragon almost flew up with joy.

"Woo~wu~wu!" He lowered his head, his body twitching uncontrollably, holding back his smile and putting his hands to his ears, trying his best to imitate a moving locomotive.

The complete fool's appearance made everyone in the lounge burst into laughter.

Of course Draco would not let go of such a rare opportunity. As early as yesterday, after hearing Andros's plan, Xiaolong had already been planning this day in his mind.

Who told you to always tease me about my relationship with Harry?

Merlin's stockings, this is called tit for tat!

Draco thought quite proudly.

"How about it, Ender, do you think I'm doing well?" He continued to stimulate Andros' nerves with his words.

"I remember that you learned the art of transfiguration very well. What do you think? Why don't you transform yourself into more like a locomotive for everyone to see?"

("Hiss, boss, I think his suggestion is very good, and I also want to see you turn your head into a locomotive." Ivar's voice rang in Andros's heart.

"Shut up, Ivar! Do you believe I will turn you into a train first?")

"If you want, I can test it on your head first, which may also save your poor acting talent." Andros shot back angrily.

"Also, do you want me to go to the campus hospital again and tell Madam Pomfrey that your cold isn't getting better yet?"

Having said this, Andros smiled maliciously.

"I think Madam Pomfrey will open another can of refreshing potion for you, and then watch you drink all the liquid in it bit by bit, seriously and responsibly."

"No, no, I was joking just now." Draco was so frightened that he waved his hands repeatedly.

No joke, he's already had enough of the steam coming out of his ears.

It seems that there is still a very obvious gap between him and Andros in terms of talking skills.

I really don’t know if he ever learned the art of language from his godfather.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, Draco, you are so boring, you gave up so quickly." Seeing Draco softening, Zabini immediately started to fan the flames.

This kind of mentality is simply what snake creatures are best at.

"Stop talking sarcastically, Brian! Why don't you try the pick-me-up potion if you are so brave?"

"Sorry, didn't I catch a cold from some idiot who couldn't even take care of himself?"

"What did you say!"

Andros didn't need to say anything more. The smell of gunpowder between the two little snakes was already strong enough. Judging from their tense looks, they seemed ready to take out their wands and start a fight in the lounge at any time. .

But there is nothing to worry about. This can be said to be their daily behavior, and the quarrels between them often only stay in the verbal stage. .

Apart from provoking Potter, Draco basically spent the rest of his time bickering and quarreling with Zabini.

In comparison, the two of them are opponents on the same level.

I really don’t know why this little dragon talks so much nonsense.

"Ender, are you feeling better now?" Pansy asked with a smile.

She gently covered her mouth with her hand, but the smile that couldn't be hidden in her eyes still betrayed the girl's mood at the moment.

"It's really much better for colds. I didn't expect the magic potion in the magical world to be so effective. I stopped sneezing immediately after drinking it. It's just a damn side effect."

Sitting on the sofa, Andros rubbed his head in distress. As he spoke, the continuous steam was still coming out of his ears.

This makes it look like a kettle that bubbles and steams after boiling.

"Don't we have Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration this afternoon? I don't want to walk into the classroom with a head like this."

"Don't worry, the side effects of this potion usually only last for a few hours and will subside by the afternoon."

I hope so.

Andros murmured in his mind.

Speaking of which, this was his first time experiencing these magical potions in the magical world.

"Hey, if you didn't mention the transfiguration, I almost forgot about it. Why does Professor McGonagall keep leaving you alone after class recently? Could it be that he has given you some trouble?"

"How is it possible? When did Professor McGonagall give someone a small prescription? The professor just thought I had a good talent and recommended me to read some academic journals about transfiguration."

Andros waved his hand very humbly.

Professor McGonagall had warned him a long time ago that he was never allowed to reveal what he had done to him, otherwise he would never teach him alone again.

I don't know whether it was because of the compensation for the Weasley incident, or because his talent was really good, but after the Christmas vacation, Professor McGonagall always kept Andros for a while after class.

Of course, she didn't personally teach any unique secrets.

I just asked Andros about his views on Transfiguration, his recent experiences and some academic journals related to Transfiguration.

Perhaps knowing that Andros was short of money, Professor McGonagall usually handed over the magazines she had read to Andros.

None of this sounds like much.

However, a transformation master with outstanding achievements in the field of transformation is willing to take the time to tell you this, what else is there to be dissatisfied about?

What's more, in the magazines that Professor McGonagall has read, this usually stern witch often writes her own thoughts and experiences.

For Andros, this is something that has served him well.

In just one week, Andros's transformation skills made breakthrough progress, and he also transferred his usual time investment from practicing magic spells to transforming skills.

Maybe, I hope to learn the Animagus before graduation?

Andros couldn't help but think about it in his heart.

Thinking about it carefully, this doesn't seem to be an impossible thing. If I remember correctly, didn't Harry's father and their small group at that time master this difficult transformation technique before graduation?

And they are not registered yet. Does this mean that these people learned it secretly on their own?

If they can, then Andros asks himself whether he is not far behind them in terms of talent or hard work.

He can do the same.

Don’t you know what your Animagus form will be?

It would be great if it was a flying creature.

Merlin hopes it won't be a mouse or a hedgehog.

...

Two flowers bloom, one branch each.

Compared with Andros, who focused on his studies, fell in love with Hermione or teased Draco from time to time, and lived an extremely nourishing life, the savior's life finally started to become happy during this period.

Although it's not as fulfilling as Andros, it's not that much different.

It all started on Christmas Eve a week ago.

What Andros didn't know was that even though Hagrid didn't spill the beans like in the original novel, Harry still knew Nico Flamel's name just like in the original novel.

And this is all because of an old man with blue eyes and a white beard, and the Christmas gift he gave Harry.

...

After discovering that he had obtained an invisibility cloak, the savior's mind quickly became active.

Although he didn't know who would give him such an expensive gift in the unrelated magical world, this did not prevent Harry from using this dress to do things.

Especially the words "use it well" written by this mysterious man in the letter made Harry firmer in his thoughts.

Children of this age will always long for a great adventure in their hearts, and Harry is a Gryffindor with a strong adventurous spirit in his heart.

I think you can know what he can do even if I don't tell you.

That night, he put on his invisibility cloak and quietly left the Gryffindor common room.

Looking at the sleeping Ron, Harry thought again and again and finally did not wake up his good friend.

This time, he wanted to be willful.

A man wears the invisibility cloak left by his father and explores the castle where his father once studied.

For this little kid who grew up with relatives without a father or mother, this is the closest Harry has been to his parents in 11 years.

He doesn't want anyone around him.

Moreover, Ron was already fast asleep. Maybe, maybe he could take him with him next time.

Yes, it is like that.

The connected savior quickly left the lounge and then wandered around the castle aimlessly.

Walking in the silent corridor, Harry could even hear his own heartbeat beating like a drum.

This is naturally not the Savior's first night outing, but compared to the rather miserable first night outing experience, this time is naturally much more pleasant.

He didn't have to duel anyone, and he didn't have to worry about anyone finding him running around the castle after curfew.

Filch?

Even if he walks under the eyes of that old guy, he will be completely clueless many times!

Yes, is there any place that I can't go after putting on this invisibility cloak?

Thinking of this, Harry felt his initial nervousness subside like a tide.

He took a deep breath, and then calmed down for the first time, feeling the castle completely shrouded in night.

Harry even used the little bits of fluorescence emitted by the wand in his hand to take a leisurely look at the sleeping portraits on the walls on both sides.

He had never noticed any of this before.

After standing in front of a portrait of a dwarf snoring loudly for a long time and observing it, the savior became somewhat dissatisfied with the status quo.

His courage grew gradually.

Where should I go?

Harry's thoughts couldn't help but drift to the mysterious corridor on the east side of the fourth floor that Dumbledore had set as a restricted area.

It was the corridor that he and a group of Slytherins had to enter on the night of the duel to avoid Filch's pursuit.

Maybe the big dog with three heads wouldn't be able to detect him when he was wearing an invisibility cloak.

As soon as this idea appeared in Harry's head, it grew like a weed and couldn't get rid of it no matter what.

Do you want to go and have a look?

At this moment, Harry couldn't help but hesitate.

To be honest, he had always wanted to find out the secrets there, and he had a hunch that the small package that Hagrid took out from Gringotts with him that day was now in Hogwarts.

Probably under the trapdoor guarded by the big dog.

It's just that Harry doesn't know what that thing is yet.

I already have an invisibility cloak, why don't I go see what's going on?

There was absolutely no way that big dog would find him.

Thinking of this, Harry no longer hesitated. He stood in a corridor and carefully identified the direction for a long time, and finally reached the closed door according to the vague memory in his mind.

"What's that spell? Oh, by the way, ahem, the Alajo Cave is open."

After muttering a few words under his breath, Harry finally remembered the correct spell to unlock the door. He tentatively pointed the wand at the door, and then in Harry's surprised eyes, the locked brass handle made a click.

It seems that he is not bad at using his magic spell.

Harry put away his wand with some pride, then gently opened the door and tiptoed in.

What he didn't expect was that even on such a quiet night, the three-headed dog still remained quite vigilant.

To be precise, this creature seems to be always in a state of alert. At any time, one of its three heads will open its eyes wide and watch the surrounding situation alertly.

After Harry came in, the head with open eyes shook slightly, it sniffed, and then continued to growl at the surrounding area.

The other two heads also opened their eyes at the same time, six pairs of eyes staring directly at Harry who had just stepped into the corridor.

Although the three-headed dog couldn't see the savior under the invisibility cloak, it could easily smell a strange smell that entered as the door was opened.

It seems that even with the invisibility cloak, I can't touch it.

With a trace of regret, Harry sneaked out before the three-headed dog noticed him.

Where should we go next?

Why not go to the restricted section of the library and read it?

I heard from the Weasley brothers that there are many very clever magic books there.

Maybe I can also learn one or two moves.

In this way, the next time you face Malfoy, you can beat him severely.

The savior didn't know that in the silent corridor, a figure was quietly watching Harry's every move not far away.

He seemed to be able to easily see through Potter under the invisibility cloak, and those azure eyes hidden behind half-moon glasses shone brightly in the dark corridor.

However, Harry knew nothing about it.

What a joke, as the greatest white wizard of this century, if he didn't want you to see it, Dumbledore probably had more than a hundred ways to do it easily.

Watching Harry leave, the blue-eyed old man waved gently.

With the ups and downs of his arms, Dumbledore's originally sleeping staircase in the castle began to change.

Everything seems to be going according to plan?