Hogwarts trainer

Thorin, who put on his alchemy glasses, carefully walked through the rows of wooden racks holding specimens and came to the door of the narrow inner room. There was still a familiar formula, and Jin Ruyi was still extremely powerful.

Although the interior is small, it has a lot of stuff.

Phantom flower, magic sound grass, drunken fragrant fruit, paradise grass...how come there are so many hallucinogenic potions.No matter what, just take some of everything, you are a guest when you come, you are welcome.

When Thorin was rummaging through boxes and cabinets to get some finished potions and potions, he accidentally noticed the photo on his desk. The photo was of a cute girl with a bright smile. The photo was nicely framed in a clean and beautiful frame. .From this, we can see how much Professor Snape likes it. After all, the style of the photo frame and the potion storage room seem incompatible, but it is also placed in the private potion storage room, which explains the problem.

The only woman who can make Professor Snape never forget is the mother of the savior - Lily? 6? 1 Potter.

Next to the photo album was a pile of notebooks and a brightly colored sticky note, with the names of many potions written on them. One was the formula of a certain potion. Thorin did not dare to take away the sticky notes, so he could only quickly copy a copy and take it away. .

Suddenly there was a huge and sad roar, coming from a giant monster.After Thorin heard this, he estimated that the troll was probably cold. Without any delay, he grabbed a relatively worn notebook on the table and quickly left Professor Snape's office and ran upstairs.

He ran straight to the eighth floor and came to the opposite side of the tapestry where the troll beat Barnabas silly. Thorin concentrated on thinking about a safe place to hide his things. After walking back and forth across that section of wall three times, Thorin would appear on the wall. A very smooth door. After quickly entering, the wall returned to its original appearance.

In the Room of Requirement, Thorin entered a room full of Russian matryoshka dolls. There were countless of them from large to small. The big ones were dozens of meters high and the small ones were only a few millimeters.

He took off his thumb ring, his glasses, took off the bag from his waist, and poured out today's harvest. He almost took some of every kind from Professor Snape's private collection, the most precious of which was a unicorn horn. Although The finished potion was not stolen, but a potion (Life is Like a Dream) was obtained. Although its efficacy is not yet known, the potion master Professor Snape's hand cannot be traced.

By the way, before I left, I took a note with me. It turned out to be an old textbook. I flipped through hundreds of pages of messy textbook margins and illegible notes. Waiting for the old textbook, I looked through it and signed it by Ye Heran. Half-Blood Prince.

Thorin was a little confused. Isn't this a note that only appeared in Harry Potter's sixth grade?But thinking about it, the Half-Blood Prince is Professor Snape.It's only normal to show up on his desk.

Not only did the plan come to a successful conclusion, but this time it was really fruitful. The potion was available. Although the finished potion was not obtained, a potion formula was obtained. The biggest harvest was the Half-Blood Prince's notebook and Professor Snape's potion science. It's a very good book. It contains a lot of tips on potions that the teacher has never taught.For example, to make juice from an animal or plant thing, the book said to cut it, but Snape said that it would be easier to squeeze it with a blade.Showing his extraordinary potion talent.In addition, there are some self-created spells, such as the Shadowless Blade, Upside Down Golden Bell, Quick Confinement, etc. It is like a magic potion and a magic spell.

But having said that, now that I have this notebook, what will happen to Mr. Savior in sixth grade?Then I thought about the photo of Lily on the desk in the private storage room. I thought that this notebook was designed by Professor Snape for Harry to pick up in the sixth grade.

Because it's impossible for Professor Snape to throw his used book in the school's Potions classroom and forget about it. Isn't he worried that others will get it?This is a book filled with my own learning experience and magic potion experience. It even contains a variety of spells I invented, including the powerful magic spell Shen Feng Wuying.

So this book is by no means a book that can be thrown away after you finish studying it. Why would Professor Snape do this?Most likely it was for Harry.In order to enhance Harry's strength and at the same time impart more knowledge to Harry, who gave him a pair of her eyes?But if you don't want to show up, who will make his face look like him...

Now after Thorin hid the stolen goods, he quickly returned Hufflepuff to be his little transparent.

Two flowers bloom each representing one. Now let us go back 10 minutes to the time after Thorin shot the troll and left.

The three Harrys looked at the terrifying giant monster that was twelve feet tall, weighed more than a ton, had dull skin, as gray as granite, and exuded a disgusting stench. They stood there blankly, unaware. Was he scared out of his wits or was he afraid of angering the troll?

The giant monster with a bald little head like a coconut felt very hungry, but his stomach suddenly hurt just now, but it soon became warm and comfortable again, and now it is chilly.

But his IQ is very limited, and he is a complete giant iron fool.He scratched his belly and scratched his little head. The troll really couldn't figure it out.

I just feel very hungry and irritable.

The troll has noticed Harry and the three of them, dragging the wooden stick backwards and walking towards here step by step.Harry sniffed hard and a foul smell hit his nostrils!The smell was like a combination of sweaty socks that hadn't been washed in years and a dead rat rotting on a sticky board.

"Run!" Harry shouted desperately to Ron.But he picked up the mop and threw it at the troll with all his strength.

"Hey, you stupid troll!" Ron ran across the room and yelled at the troll.

The troll turned awkwardly and blinked stupidly to find where the sound came from.It finally spotted Ron with its scary little eyes.So it changed its mind and turned towards Ron, walking over and raising the big wooden stick in its hand.

"Hermione, come on! Come on!" Harry shouted at Hermione and tried to pull her towards the door.But Hermione didn't move.She stood still leaning against the wall and opened her mouth, but was too scared to say a word.

The shouts and echoes made the troll angry.It went berserk.It roared and walked quickly towards Ron who was closest to it, and hit poor Ron with the big wooden stick in its hand.

"Oh! Wang Defa!" Ron was like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, closing his eyes as if accepting his fate and preparing to face death.

At this critical moment, a red light flashed, accompanied by a crisp female voice.

"Fractured"

Professor McGonagall and a group of professors finally arrived at the scene.The big wooden stick in the troll's hand suddenly exploded with sawdust flying everywhere.

Tie Hanhan looked at the palm of his hand in confusion, scratched his head and wondered where his stick had gone.

The professors protected the three Harrys behind them.

Snape glanced at Harry expressionlessly, not knowing what he was thinking.

Professor McGonagall stared at Harry and Ron sternly.Harry had never seen her so angry.Her lips turned white with anger.

"What on earth do you want to do?" Professor McGonagall roared, her voice terrifying.

"All petrochemical"

"All petrochemical"

"All petrochemical"

Three magic spells hit the giant monster, but had no effect, but obviously this angered the giant monster more fully, and he waved his fists and hit the crowd.

This is. ． ．Professor McGonagall was extremely shocked as she looked at the giant monster charging towards him with three petrification spells in a row.Because the troll's magic resistance is very high, but her three petrification attacks with all her strength had no effect on it at all.

This is the credit of the violent potion. After the ridicule and delay of the Harry trio, there was enough time for the troll to absorb the potion's medicinal properties. With the blessing of the violent potion, the troll's various values ​​were greatly improved, but it was also This makes the already low IQ even worse.

"Shenfeng Wuying"

Professor Snape stepped forward quickly and waved his wand, a green light flashing out.

There was only a "pop" sound, and the troll staggered a few steps and fell face down to the ground with a "pop".When he fell, he let out a huge and sad roar, which shook the whole house.Dark green liquid began to gush out from the troll's abdomen, filled with a foul odor.

Hermione asked tremblingly: "Is it...dead?"

"I think so," said Harry.

"Okay, kids, I think it's time for us to talk." Professor McGonagall stared at the three of them sternly.

Harry lowered his head, wishing that Dumbledore could say a few kind words to him.

At this moment, Hermione's voice came from behind Harry: "Professor McGonagall, please - they just want to help me."

"Miss Granger?!"

Hermione finally came to her senses.

"I followed the troll here. Because...because I thought...I could deal with it by myself...I thought I had learned how to subdue it..."

"If they hadn't come to me... I would have been killed by it. They really didn't have time to call the others. By the time they came I was already terrified."

"Is that so? Granger, silly boy! Why do you think you can fight this mountain-like giant?"

"Classmate Granger will deduct 5 points from Gryffindor for this." Professor McGonagall said, "I am very disappointed with what you did."

"But Potter and Weasley will give ten points to Gryffindor for loving their classmates and bravely challenging the troll to save their classmates. I will tell Principal Dumbledore. You can go back to the common room of the college now."

There was no conversation all the way until they reached the door of the common room, and the three of them felt very embarrassed.There was silence for a while, and no one looked at each other. Everyone said to each other, "Thank you."

But since then the three of them have become very good friends.To be honest, if you had narrowly escaped death together from a twelve-foot-tall mountain-like monster, how could you easily forget and not cherish this deep relationship of sharing adversity together?