Snakes at Hogwarts

"Ivar, try attacking me."

"Hiss, why did you suddenly make such a strange request?"

"Why are you asking so many questions? I'll hit you if I ask you to."

"Hiss, you said that."

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"lighter"

In the underground lounge of Slytherin, there was a violent crash in the dormitory where Andros lived.

This made several Slytherin students who happened to pass by very puzzled.

What's going on inside?

Dismantle the bed?

"Can't you be gentler?" Andros covered his head with his hands and looked at Ivar on the bed angrily.

The latter was sitting cross-legged, looking around with an innocent expression.

He was hit hard by Ivar just now and rolled directly from the bed to the floor, almost dying on the spot.

"You didn't tell me to hiss softly," Ivar said in a quibble. Perhaps it was because he had been sleeping and eating in the dormitory for the past few days. This little snake has quite a lot of energy, and his figure is even more visible to the naked eye. Got fatter.

Nonsense, do you need to say this?

If you kill me, just wait and starve to death in this dormitory.

Giving Ivar a hard look, Andros fumbled to pick up the wand that had fallen to the ground.

"Armor for protection." A clear spell sounded in the dormitory.

Andros could feel the magic bursting out from the tip of the staff, converging into an invisible shield in the air along the direction he pointed.

It sounds powerful, but it's actually useless.

Because he also felt that this shield was still very fragile. Not to mention the magic spell, even Ivar's impact was difficult to block.

To put it mildly, this is not a shield at all, but an eggshell that breaks at a touch.

"Try again, softer this time," Andros ordered.

He is practicing the Iron Armor Charm with the help of Ivar.

Due to the lack of props and methods for contact, in order to practice the Iron Armor Curse, Andros could only entrust Ivar to assist him and test the strength of the spell again and again through physical collisions.

In order to master this spell, Andros also worried a lot.

The Iron Armor Curse is a very commonly used defensive spell that can block most spells. It is the main and most commonly used defensive method by wizards.

Of course, the premise is that the magic power and starting skills of the two are at the same level.

In the original book, the savior Potter mastered this spell in his fourth year and gave it to other members of Dumbledore's Army in his fifth year.

It can be seen that this spell is very difficult. Even for those senior students, the Iron Armor Curse is not a simple spell.

In fact, many people working in the Ministry of Magic cannot cast a decent armor spell.

Why else would they have resorted to the Weasley brothers' poor alchemical creations?

That's why Professor Flitwick was so surprised when he saw the Iron Armor Curse released by Andros again.

Although his spells were obviously not up to standard, the ability to cast them already put him far ahead of the students of the same grade.

Zabini may be right. For students in the same grade as Andros, this wizard who works harder, is more diligent and more talented than them may really grow into a monster.

But now, he can only be called the embryo of a monster.

After all, no powerful wizard can be knocked down by a python over and over again.

He is still far away from completely mastering the Iron Armor Curse.

Looking at the eggshell shield that was shattered by Ivar's touch, Andros recited the spell again without giving up and started a new round of practice.

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"Is today a good day? Draco, why are you so happy?"

The next morning, at the Slytherin table, Andros yawned and asked.

"We have a morning of Potions class today, with the Gryffindors."

Draco responded with a smile, and at the same time looked at the long Gryffindor table with malicious eyes, looking in his direction. Sure enough, Harry and his good friend Ron were looking depressed. talking about something.

Sensing Draco's gaze, Ron showed an expression of extreme disgust.

"I bet the godfather will give Scarhead and his poor red-haired best friend a hard lesson." Xiaolong was so happy that he seemed to have been cast a happy spell.

"I said, how long are you going to fight him?"

"Until he personally admits that he has lost, he must repent from the bottom of his heart for rejecting the hand of friendship extended by the Malfoy family." Draco waved his fist.

That may have to wait for the next life.

Casting a glance at Draco, Andros took out a matchbox-sized hardcover book from the inner pocket of his robe, and then used Quick Zoom to return it to its original size.

"Ender, what are you doing?" Draco asked in confusion after looking at the title of the book.

"I'm previewing. I'm used to previewing the knowledge I've learned before class."

"Don't be stupid, Godfather will never make things difficult for Slytherin students."

yes?

Then maybe I am lucky enough to be the first.

Although Andros knew that Snape would definitely put most of his energy into the savior Potter who he loved and hated, but it was very possible that he could use his help to make things difficult for him.

He hadn't yet told Malfoy that he had managed to catch Snape's attention on the first day of school.

Thinking of this, Andros angrily turned back the page of the magic potion and potion in his hand.

What an unlucky thing. How did I bump into that old bat at that time?

...

The Potions Master is in a cold basement.

There is no bright and warm fire here, only transparent glass jars placed on the tables on both sides, with chilling biological specimens floating in them.

Some of them look like human body parts.

They arrived very early, and Snape was not in the classroom, but the classroom was very quiet, and even Draco restrained himself from taunting Harry.

Andros looked towards the other side of the classroom. The Gryffindor students were all sitting on one side of the classroom, keeping a considerable distance from Slytherin.

Among the crowd, Neville huddled in an inconspicuous corner.

Sensing Andros' gaze, Neville nervously turned his head, not meeting Andros' eyes.

It seems that after he was sorted into Slytherin by the Sorting Hat, this fat boy he met on the train always avoided him intentionally or unintentionally.

Forget it, never mind him

It's probably because of some so-called academy dispute.

However, without Hermione's help, you would probably have a more difficult time in Potions class.

But what does this have to do with me?

When the school bell rang after nine o'clock, the closed door suddenly opened, and Snape walked in quickly with a gloomy face. His robes were very long and fluttered as he walked quickly.

Snape waved his wand, and several curtains fell, making the already cold underground classroom even darker.

Standing in front of the podium, he picked up the roster. Several comments that rang out among the Gryffindors were immediately silenced after Snape looked at them with a cold face.

Like Professor McGonagall, he can silence a class with ease.

"Now, whoever's name I read out loudly says yes."