Snakes at Hogwarts

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It was almost noon when Andros left Hagrid's hut.

Walking on the muddy path outside the castle, Andros's body looked somewhat bloated than usual from a distance.

This is because his robe is filled with magical little biscuits called salt biscuits.

Yes, Hagrid's hospitality was always so hard to refuse.

Regardless of whether Andros liked it or not, Hagrid kept putting the cookies he made into his pocket.

Now, Andros was just glad that he was not kept by Hagrid for lunch.

Merlin knew whether rock biscuits were the lower limit of this guy's cooking skills!

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It is worth mentioning that, as he expected, Hagrid asked about the eight-eyed spider sculpture that Andros had given him for Christmas.

"Ender, I like the statue you gave me very much. How did you know that I like this magical creature?"

While chatting, Hagrid asked casually. His tone sounded like he was asking about a trivial matter.

I never thought that Hagrid could act in this world.

Does he think he really doesn't know who is responsible for the proliferation of eight-eyed spiders in the Forbidden Forest?

Andros only felt that this was somewhat ridiculous.

Of course, he was just thinking about these things in his mind, and his face was already filled with a smile of surprise.

"Ah ~ that eight-eyed spider sculpture? I found it in Mr. Scamander's book. Before I gave it away, I was worried that you might not like it!"

His voice was full of joy at hearing that Hagrid was very satisfied with the gift he had given him.

When it comes to acting, Andros is undoubtedly much better than Hagrid.

Apart from Snape and Quirrell, I should be the best at acting in Hogwarts!

Walking on the path outside, Andros was thinking quite contentedly.

Ivar's voice rang in Andros' mind.

Oh yeah, and Dumbledore.

Needless to say, that bad old man was probably the best at acting in Hogwarts.

No wonder Voldemort couldn't play with him.

Maybe I can give him a statuette symbolizing his acting skills next Christmas.

He doesn’t know what it means anyway!

Andros was thinking with evil thoughts in his heart.

"Weren't you still resisting some time ago?" Andros couldn't help but roll his eyes when he heard Ivar's words.

He didn't mention Ivar to Hagrid this time, partly because he would be busy planning the three-headed dog thing next.

I don't have time to go to Hagrid often.

On the other hand, Ivar was very reluctant to leave the warm and pleasant Slytherin underground lounge, which was very suitable for snakes to survive.

I didn’t expect this guy to change his gender so quickly.

Together with this voice coming from the bottom of my heart, there was the whimpering sound of snakes swallowing their food.

The sound came from the pocket of the robe, went all the way up, and finally penetrated into Andros's ears, constantly stimulating his fragile brain nerves.

"Quiet down Ivar! Let's eat when we go back. It's still outside now!"

Resisting the thought of pulling the little snake out of the pocket full of rock biscuits and teaching him a lesson, Andros scolded him in his mind.

"And don't get my saliva on your robe!"

After saying that, Ivar died without a word, no matter what Andros said.

This guy!

Andros stomped the ground beneath his feet angrily.

Since it had just rained yesterday, the path that had been trampled by people's feet was still full of mud.

As expected, Andros was covered in mud.

damn it!

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"What happened to that guy?"

Looking at Andros with a strange expression not far away, Ron couldn't help but muttered.

The group of them had just come out of the castle and were about to go to Hagrid's cabin for a cup of afternoon tea. They happened to see Andros walking along the path towards the castle not far away.

The latter obviously did not see them immediately.

When several people saw Andros, this guy was stomping on the ground crazily and kept mumbling something, not knowing what he was talking about.

"Is he under some kind of dirty curse?" Neville asked hesitantly.

"If you ask me, he must be crazy. I heard that most of those geniuses don't have normal brains."

Don't even think about it, such offensive words must have come from Ron Weasley's mouth.

Even though Andros once saved this guy's life from a troll stick, he still continued to speak ill of Andros after enduring it for a while.

"Stop talking about this, let's go quickly." Harry gave Ron a gentle push, and the group continued to move forward.

As for Andros, he also noticed these little guys sneaking out from the castle gate.

This isn't Harry, the Weasley nuisance, and, wait, there's even Neville?

He looked at Neville with some surprise as he followed the two obediently.

He had obviously noticed him a long time ago. He was lowering his head and not looking at himself, staring directly at his feet.

It feels like there is no 300 taels of silver in this place.

Is their relationship so good at this time?

Could it be that this is the new trio of Gryffindor troublemakers?

If this is really the case, then Andros can't help but worry about Harry's campus life in the past few years.

After all, it is well known that Neville, who had not grown up in the past few years, was a scumbag with less than five combat abilities.

Moreover, the addition of Neville also means that the potion configuration ability of this new adventure team will be extremely low and there is no lower limit.

After all, it seems that these three people's potion skills are not very good.

Harry's true awakening potion skills cannot be used until the sixth grade. Everyone knows the specific reason.

Not to mention whether the second graders can successfully prepare the polyjuice potion.

Andros even felt that if these three people teamed up together, there would still be a big problem whether they could pass the small levels set by the first-year professors.

However, what does Andros have to do with whether he can break through or not?

He had no intention of helping these people break through.

"Good morning, Lobach."

Several people came closer and closer, and Harry took the initiative to say hello.

"What's the matter?" Andros shrugged noncommittally.

"Of course, if you're not busy, I'd like to have a nice chat with you."

"Let's talk?"

Looking at Harry and his group directly opposite, Andros raised his eyebrows in surprise.

He didn't know what he had to talk about with Harry and his group.

Let’s talk about Voldemort parasitizing the back of Quirrell’s head?

Say goodbye.

"Did you just come out of Hagrid's hut? I didn't realize that you and Hagrid have such a good relationship."

Harry seemed to be looking for something to say.

Although he had countless doubts in his heart, he didn't know how to speak.

No, this guy stopped himself here just to talk about this?

"Potter, if you want me to ask you anything you want to ask, just ask. Don't say whether or not you have these questions. My time is precious and I don't want to waste it here."

"Oh~ Well, the world of geniuses is really different from ours!"

Before Harry could say anything more, Ron behind him began to scream again.

The corners of his mouth were slanted, and his face was full of undisguised sarcasm.

"I never thought that Slytherin's "genius" would actually spend his precious time standing on the roadside and playing in the mud."

? ? ?

It seems that their behavior just now was noticed by them?

Andros couldn't help but feel angry again. He was unhappy with his carelessness and gaffe.

Fortunately, this fool didn't hear what he said.

Otherwise, I would have exposed an important secret so foolishly.

It seems that I need to be more careful in the future.

Not to mention the thoughts in Andros's mind, he couldn't help but snorted slightly when he saw Ron succeeding.

"Weasley, I think you should understand one thing. Not everyone is like you who sits on the sofa in the lounge and acts as a quiet salty fish after eating and drinking."

As he spoke, Andros calmly took out his wand from the inside of his robe.

This explosive move made Ron take several steps back. His hand reached to his waist in panic, and it took him a long time to find his wand.

"Don't be nervous, I just want to clean the dirt on my robe."

Looking at the panicked Ron, Andros raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

He looked at Ron with even more contempt.

This tough guy must have recalled his tragic experience of being hammered by himself in the trophy showroom.

That's right. It seems that I need to remind this guy from time to time in the future.

Otherwise, it would be like today, with the scar healed and the pain forgotten.

Andros waved his wand, and with the help of cleaning, the mud spots attached to the robe disappeared into the air at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"I think you should think about whether you have the strength to say these words before provoking next time."

"Well, Ron doesn't mean any harm." Harry tried to smooth things over awkwardly.

As for Neville?

Forget about this guy.

He stood there hesitantly, as if he didn't know whether he should move forward or back. His mouth opened and closed several times on his chubby face, but no one heard what he wanted to say.

"I just want to take a few minutes of your time and ask you if you know what Nick Flamel does?"