Snakes at Hogwarts

"Are you okay, Ender?"

That evening, in Slytherin's underground lounge, Malfoy and a group of little snakes asked with concern.

"Everyone is worried about you."

They all witnessed what had just happened during the flying lesson. Somehow, something went wrong with Andros's broom, causing him to fall at least thirty feet.

"It's okay. Madam Pomfrey said I just suffered some contusions, nothing serious, otherwise she wouldn't be able to release me from the school nursery. Thanks to the Iron Armor Charm I just learned a few days ago."

Andros' words caused a commotion on the Slytherin table.

"cool"

"Iron Armor Curse"

"Merlin's Beard is a spell that only upperclassmen can master. How did you learn it?" Draco still had a look of disbelief on his face.

Xiaolong's gray eyes widened. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed that Andros had mastered the Iron Armor Curse, a spell that was extremely difficult to operate, without saying a word.

He is only a first-year student.

Is the gap really that big?

Once, for a moment, Draco felt that the gap between the two of them was not that big. This illusion of self-improvement was especially strong when he was fumbling about flying in Andros's flying class.

But in the blink of an eye, Andros actually mastered the Iron Armor Curse

This huge gap made Draco stay in a daze and doubt his life.

"When you are only thinking about finding trouble with the so-called savior, Draco. As long as you can put the time of arguing with him and causing trouble on going to the library, you can do it too." Andros tried his best. Change the subject tactfully.

He couldn't bear to attack this little dragon who cared about him.

The gap between people can sometimes be so big.

"Don't be stupid, Ender. Apart from you, do you think any of the other first-year students in Slytherin spend time in the library every day?"

When Draco heard about going to the library, he waved his hands repeatedly. He was still young and didn't want to waste his youth in the library.

Compared to this, Draco would rather play wizard chess with Zabini in the comfortable Slytherin underground lounge, although in Andros's view, he was not the latter's opponent at all.

"Sometimes I really think the Sorting Hat should sort you into Ravenclaw."

Who is stupid?

Andros smiled but said nothing.

"That's not possible," Senior Sister Farley walked over with a smile.

"If Ender you were really sorted into Ravenclaw, there would be no one to help Slytherin earn points. I heard that you earned another ten points in flying lessons and performed well."

She spared no effort in praising.

It is not difficult to see that she has an excellent sense for Andros now, because the latter's frequent scoring has allowed Slytherin to lead the other houses in the House Cup by a large margin.

And this is under the premise that they did not use the little tricks they used to win the championship in previous years.

Thinking of this, Senior Farley feels better. She will graduate from Hogwarts in another year. It is always good to gain one more Academy Cup before leaving.

That way, Slytherin will win seven consecutive championships.

Win another one next year, eight consecutive championships

Senior Sister Farley thought happily that if nothing unexpected happened, Slytherin would definitely win the Academy Cup this year.

Well, if nothing else.

I really don’t know why they are so obsessed with the Academy Cup. Isn’t it just a shiny golden trophy?

Andros curled his lips in disdain.

Of course, I just thought about these words in my heart. After all, Slytherin still respects the sense of collective honor, and almost every little snake has a competitive character.

"But, how did I hear that you almost fell off the broom and you were not injured?" Senior Sister Farley asked.

"No, I don't know what happened. At that time, I was practicing flying at a low altitude very close to the ground. Ms. Huo Qi blew the whistle for us to land. I was about to do so, but suddenly, the broom started to fly uncontrollably. Controlled.

It shook violently, carrying me higher and higher and still trembling. It was completely out of my control. In the end, I couldn't control the broom anymore and fell from it. "

Andros described the incident in detail, including how violently the damn broom shook and how many times he was almost thrown off by the out-of-control broom.

His expressive ability was very good, causing these little wizards to exclaim from time to time.

Speaking of the tense and exciting place, several lower-grade Slytherin girls, including Pansy, couldn't help but cover their mouths.

Merlin, he is so powerful

Looking at the calm Andros, Pansy found that something had quietly changed in her heart. When she met Andros's gaze, the girl blushed and lowered her head for the first time.

What's up with her

Andros shook his head in confusion. He just glanced at Pansy inadvertently, and the latter actually avoided his gaze in a panic.

This eldest lady from the Parkinson family has a very tomboyish character. She is usually carefree and handles her relationships very well with both boys and girls.

Forget it, just think about your own affairs.

Andros put his thoughts away. Even though he was being praised by all the little snakes, people were all in awe of the brilliant magic he had displayed.

But only Andros himself knows the truth.

He almost lost it.

That iron armor curse was the most successful one he had cast so far.

Before this, he had never successfully cast an armor spell with such high defensive strength.

At that time, the invisible magic power gathered in front of Andros, and was continuously combined and compressed to form a strong shield, preventing him from direct close contact with the ground.

With a loud noise, he fell to the ground in a very enchanting posture.

Just when he was still a little confused from the fall, Ms. Huo Qi had already flown down from the sky.

The woman checked Andros' body and told him nothing was wrong.

However, for safety reasons, she still took Andros to the school medical room for a physical examination.

This made him miss today's dinner, and he didn't return to the lounge until now.

And it's really hard for Andros to forget the look on Neville's face when he was sent in by Ms. Hooch.

Their beds were right next to each other, but fortunately there was a white curtain to separate them. .

It's all that damn broken broom.

"But what could go wrong with the broom?"

"I don't know, maybe there's something wrong with the broom." Andros is not agnostic, and he can only have a rough guess in his mind about things other than the plot.

"I just said, the brooms in the school are really worn out."

"I really don't know what my father spends all the money he gives Dumbledore every year."

"What a damn"

At the same time, where the light could not be found, two Slytherin students were talking softly. They were sitting on the other side of the lounge. The dim light made it difficult to see their faces clearly from a distance.

Seeing Andros surrounded by everyone, the younger boy among them shook his fist angrily.

"Brother, why is there nothing wrong with that guy?"

If Andros were here, he would definitely recognize that voice as Marsol Flint.

He was the loser who was sent to the infirmary by a magic spell during the freshman duel.

"How do I know that guy actually learned the Iron Armor Curse?" Marcus Flint, Masoor's cousin, replied angrily.

"What now"

"Forget about this, don't talk about it everywhere, don't be caught by others, let alone let him doubt me."

"Don't worry, I'm not stupid, I didn't tell anyone about this."

"Well, very good, don't worry, there will be opportunities in the future."

After a few words of explanation, Marcus left in a hurry.

He also didn't expect that Andros actually mastered many spells that upperclassmen may not master. Otherwise, he would definitely not use this method to vent his anger on his cousin.

Yes, he was the guy standing at the edge of the castle chanting the curse that made Andros lose control of his broom.

Much like what Potter would encounter not long after.