[HP]How to become a swordsman at Hogwarts

After the magic spell felt successful once, Linlang practiced for a whole weekend and finally gradually mastered the trick of using the magic spell. Unlike spells that focus on mana spells, magic spells are more important about faith and concentration. Although her sense of faith is sometimes not good enough, concentration is too easy for a swordsman. She finally succeeded in the second week In Transfiguration class, right after Hermione, she turned a match into a thin needle, adding three points to Gryffindor.

"Is the problem solved?" During lunch, he saw Linlang finally had a smile on his face and sat down next to her with confidence. You must know that even in the base last weekend, Linlang kept a straight face and waved her wand from time to time. They almost exploded a cauldron one time without her noticing, so they didn't dare to disturb her and ask her for help.

Linlang also knew that in order to stay focused and find a sense of belief, she didn't say anything at the base all day last week. It seemed that she had scared them, so she tried hard to make up for it: "It's okay, if you need anything, just ask Just ask, as long as I can do it, I will definitely help."

"There's really one thing." Without being polite to her, Fred immediately thought of something, "We're going to a place to purchase goods this week. Why don't you accompany us to pick out some potion ingredients." "Okay. ." Among so many classes, the one that Linlang was most interested in was the potions class. Potions were not only the most different from what she had studied before, but also gave her hope of curing brother Tianhe's eyes.

George nodded with satisfaction: "It just so happens that we can bring some more butterbeer back to sell." "What is butterbeer?" Linlang's eyes lit up when she heard the wine. She wanted to try it every time she saw adults drinking. What a delicious drink it was, and it made them all like it so much, but they all unanimously refused to let her drink it.

It's a pity that George also stood on the same side as them tacitly: "You are only in the first grade. If you want butterbeer, I will buy you hot cocoa to drink." Linlang was very dissatisfied with his tone of coaxing the child: "You are only in the third grade! "Adults calculate their age in hundreds or even thousands, so it's okay to think she is still young, but George is only 13. If we include the 300 years when she was only aware of the outside world, she is much younger than her. .

George didn't care about her protest: "Then add more milk. I'll give you whichever you want to drink." It sounded more perfunctory. Linlang angrily poked at the mashed potatoes on the plate: When can I drink it? Come to the wine.

In the next few days, they wanted to go out several times, but Wood dragged them to training. For two days, they finished their homework with Ron or Hermione in the library, and they were not around when they went to the base. She was the only one facing him. The two of them wrote the step-by-step list of the potion in Chinese characters and worked conscientiously. Linlang almost felt that this was her own territory.

Courage was quite happy. Ever since Linlang met the three-headed dog, he insisted on following Linlang all the time. After Linlang's insistence on objecting, he changed to a working day every other day system. It's just that he couldn't chat with Linlang when Shuangzi was there. He could only lie on her head and pretend to be asleep, which made him a chatty person. When Shuangzi was not around, he could talk freely.

In the end, it was postponed to the weekend. Linlang finished her sword practice in the morning and went back to have breakfast and read a book in the lounge for a while - only the Gryffindor lounge would be so quiet on weekend mornings - before the two of them got up. The two of them skillfully picked up the bread brought for them from the table in front of Linlang and held it in their mouths. Seeing that they were stuffing it in such a hurry, Linlang was afraid that they would choke to death, so he handed them the still warm milk: " Drink some milk."

George couldn't help laughing when he heard her deliberately dragging out the milk, and he was quite vindictive: "Thank you, but I have to leave some room for Butterbeer." Butterbeer was afraid that other people would hear it, so he said it very softly. Fred was very aggrieved: "I want to keep my stomach for pumpkin juice." Neither he nor George liked the taste of milk, so Linlang usually brought them pumpkin juice or fruit juice.

Linlang didn't sympathize with Fred at all. She knew that Fred wouldn't agree to her buying butterbeer, but she didn't say it out loud. "Brother, stop talking, you can't let down the kind lady." George advised with a grimace. "Cheers, brother." The two men clinked their glasses together and drank it with heroic expressions on their faces.

The moment they entered, their eyes widened at the same time, and they looked at the cups they put down for a while. Linlang smiled and gently brushed her hand over the cups of the two of them. The originally milky white liquid in the cup instantly turned orange: "It's a little trick, it's funny."

Fred carefully took another sip of the liquid in the glass. It was really pumpkin juice: "Cool. Brother, I seem to have suddenly thought of a good idea." George also spoke almost at the same time: "Brother, I thought of We can make something good.”

Linlang was confused, and Linlang also wanted to know: "What is it? What are you talking about?" However, the two of them made up their minds to show off, drank the pumpkin juice in one breath, turned around and urged Linlang: "Let's go quickly. Oh, our dear Muse, it won’t be convenient if there are so many people here soon.”

Linlang was really curious, but her childhood education taught her not to keep asking about things that others didn't want to say, so she had to hold it back.

Fortunately, they quickly came to a statue of a one-eyed witch and diverted her attention. Fred tapped the stone witch and whispered: "Separate left and right." The statue's hunchback immediately opened, big enough for a thin person to enter. Linlang stretched her head and looked down to see a dark hole with no bottom. She asked in shock: "Just jump down?"

"It's not jumping, it's sliding," Fred corrected Linlang's wording, "Just like this." After saying that, he climbed in first and slid down the passage. After Fred slid out a certain distance, George looked at Linlang: "You or me first?" Linlang touched the passage with his fingers without leaving a trace, and then picked it up, leaving a thin layer of dust on his fingers. He was silent for a few seconds. Seconds later, Linlang made way for George: "Please go first."

George looked at Linlang who was suddenly so polite with suspicion, but found nothing, so he had to climb into the passage and slide down. Linlang wiped the passage again, and was satisfied to find that after the "wiping" of the two people in front, the passage was much cleaner, and then she slid down, and the entrance slowly closed behind her.

After sliding for several minutes, Linlang's feet stepped on the solid ground again. George and Fred were waiting for her with glowing wands. "Lumos?" She had read this spell in a book. "Yes, fluorescent light." George said, extinguishing his wand and showing it to her again.

Anyway, this journey took more than an hour, so it was leisurely. Fred walked in front and acted as a personal guiding light, while Linlong followed behind and learned magic spells from George. This was much simpler than the Transformation Spell. Linlang quickly learned it and excitedly took Fred's place at the front to point the way. Fred was also happy and relaxed, although Linlang's lamp was sometimes unstable.

The three of them walked through the winding path and more than 300 steps until their heads hit a wooden board. George carefully opened a gap in the board and observed the situation outside. After making sure that no one was there, he opened the entire board and climbed up. He turned around and wanted to grab Linlang, but found that she jumped lightly and was gone. He landed firmly on the ground, his movements much more graceful than him. Fred laughed rudely, and George pulled him up fiercely: "You're welcome, brother."

The three people jumped from the basement to the counter of the store like thieves. While the clerks were entertaining customers, they bent down, crawled to the side, and then straightened up, pretending to be guests in the store.

Linlang was concerned about what they had asked for. Seeing that they were still looking at the candies on the cabinet, she whispered, "Don't you want to buy the ingredients for the magic potion?" The two of them looked at the sour lollipop reluctantly and saw that it could be put on people's tongues. With a hole in his stomach, Linlang imagined the scene, shuddered, and quickly pushed the two people away.

It was obvious that Gemini was already familiar with the owner of the potion shop. He said hello and before he even said what he wanted, the owner took out a box and after opening it, there were many things densely packed inside. Linlang walked forward consciously. Although she could not recognize the appearance of the medicinal materials, she could feel the spiritual power contained in them. She picked out some that were half dead, said "ok" to the two of them, and stepped aside. , let them bargain hard.

The boss was surprised to see that all the good medicinal materials left in the box, and then looked at the two excited brothers, couldn't help but have a headache: he didn't deliberately sneak in, but most of them here are relatively cheap. Some of the medicinal materials were packed together and were inevitably not well preserved and lost their medicinal properties. Unexpectedly, this little girl had such good eyesight and found them all. Now she was going to be severely chopped.

Ten minutes later, the two brothers proudly took the box and walked out of the store with their great hero, leaving behind the disheveled boss.

"How could that boss tolerate you until now?" Linlang, who had witnessed everything with her own eyes, was puzzled. Fred shrugged and said in a relaxed tone: "In the process of developing new products, sometimes we will make some interesting potions that are not used but are quite interesting. We will entrust these parts to the boss to sell them." "And We are not like this every time, most of the time we are very happy." George felt that it was necessary to clear their names.

The biggest stone in Linlang's heart fell. She didn't want to listen to what they were talking about anymore. Her eyes were already attracted by the surrounding shops. George looked at her funny and longing in the eyes: "If you want to go in and have a look, just go." Linlang tried her best to look away, but she still didn't forget about the business: "You still want to buy butterbeer."

Fred pushed her gently behind her: "It's still early, I brought you here to have fun, this is business."