This Hogwarts is not normal

The term mudblood is an insulting term for some pure-blood wizards who advocate blood theory, and they are extremely insulting to Muggle-born wizards.

The reason why old Malfoy joined the Death Eaters back then was because the person who couldn't name him was a staunch supporter of blood theory.

Snape, ready for the healing potion, turned around.

"Harry Potter can't possibly be the third Dark Lord."

His action of applying the potion was a bit rude, "Even if he is of mixed race like that person, it will never be possible."

Draco felt pain like never before.

It's like someone pricking a boil with a needle and then slapping the wound violently.

on purpose?How can it be.

Old Malfoy and his dean were close friends when they were in school, and they had been Death Eaters together after graduation.

There is this level of relationship, at most it is just a different concept.

Probably because this kind of potion for treating boils should have such adverse reactions.

Damn murderer!

"Professor, can you be a little lighter?"

Snape's eyes were extremely cold, "I've never healed anyone."

Draco gritted his teeth and carried the whole process.

Although thinking differently,

I don't have a good attitude towards myself.

But anyway, it is also a big backer.

"go out."

"Oh."

When Draco walked out angrily, Snape's eyes suddenly became extremely disgusted.

It was a deep-seated disgust, a complex and unreasonable hatred.

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In the morning herbal medicine class, Vincent spent the whole time under Hermione's eyes as if he was watching a prisoner.

Even if he won 3 points for Gryffindor, he still couldn't be happy.

She must have missed herself last night.

What does that look mean?

His extremely apprehensive mood disappeared the moment he came to the auditorium.

The choking perfume smell was gone, and there were still some red spots on the victim's white and tender face that hadn't dissipated.

"Ah, Shu Tan~"

The lion cubs in the first grade felt a little baffled.

Why did he respond to Draco's angry and unwilling eyes with such gloating eyes?

"Wouldn't it be nice not to have to wear a gas mask in the afternoon?"

It turned out to be the case.

Only Hermione was skeptical.

Last night's squatting failed, today one is like a spring breeze, and the other is still blushing.

This is definitely some kind of insidious fighting move, or it is caused by some kind of curse!

She regretted that she fell asleep, and regretted not being able to open the door of the boys' dormitory.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the Charms classroom on the fourth floor.

Vincent, who was sitting in the first row, and Draco, who was in the first row near the door, could feel the negative emotions from each other across the aisle.

Professor Filius Flitwick, who was stepping on a stack of books, exposed half of his small body on the podium.

"Don't think that the spell is simpler than the transfiguration, and you think it is very easy to understand."

He gracefully waved his wand at the pear in front of him, causing it to grow two legs and walk to the edge of the podium with small steps.

The pair of dangling little feet are exactly the same as the skin of the pear.

The combination of silent spell and transfiguration stunned all the students in the classroom.

Vincent, who was buried in taking notes, suddenly had many related applications of the spell in his mind.

For example, levitate a person, and then hang upside down and pat the other person's little face.

Not very harmful, but extremely insulting.

This smirk was seen in Draco's eyes, as well as in the uneasy Hermione's eyes.

"Before learning the first spell, please turn over the first page of the textbook and carefully read the theoretical knowledge about magic on it."

Professor Flitwick put away his wand and explained word by word.

The floating chalk that was still writing automatically made many lion cubs with slow hands fall in love with this short professor of charms.

Especially Ron and Harry.

In the middle of the class, Draco on the other side of the aisle suddenly narrowed his eyes.

The professor is looking down at the textbook, and the students are taking notes.

How can such a great opportunity be wasted?

"Professor!" Vincent raised his hand suddenly.

"Please say."

"If mana grows with age, will naturally powerful wizards grow in different proportions?"

Draco quietly removed his hand from his pocket.

Flitwick gave the answer without thinking too much: "Mr. Wayne, this assumption is valid..."

两位巫师的法力分别是1和1.1，每一年能提升0.1和0.11的话，那么第二年他们的法力就是1.1和1.221。

The third year is 1.21 and 1.35531, a difference of about 0.02 in proportional growth.

The fourth year is 1.331 and 1.5043941, a difference of about 0.03 in proportional growth.

The gap of one-tenth at the beginning will gradually expand as it increases year by year.

As long as you live long enough, it is not impossible for one wizard to be equal to a hundred wizards.

Hermione, who is also good at mathematics, and Vincent both came to the same conclusion.

That's the real reason some wizards study the Dark Arts.

It is really difficult to catch up with the slight gap born without relying on acquired efforts.

Many people who obviously didn't understand thought it was just scaremongering.

For example, Neville, who is the representative of the scumbags, sits next to the god of learning with a dazed face.

Another example is Draco, who is full of frustration and is patiently waiting for the next opportunity.

Flitwick was delighted to have two studious young wizards in the classroom.

"Professor, is the process of creating a new spell difficult?"

"Mr. Wayne, this requires very profound magic and spell analysis."

"Professor, is the silent spell very difficult?"

"Miss Granger, if you can hold your attention long enough, you'll find it's actually quite easy."

After answering several questions, Flitwick smiled and assigned the next homework.

"Whoever can calculate the accurate percentage growth difference in the seventh year before the end of get out of class, I will add 3 points to his college."

With red eyes, Vincent immediately picked up a pen and wrote down the formula in the textbook.

Hermione on the other side buried her head in the notebook.

For these two, it was just a matter of time to figure out the decimal place without the help of a computer.

All the lion cubs were uncomfortable.

study?Learn it ass!

Compared with the little snakes who were writing quickly, they stared blankly at the textbooks, just like a group of stupid lions.

Draco's eyes were also red, and he still seemed to be reciting some mysterious spell silently.

The opportunity he had been waiting for for a long time finally got him.

While Flitwick was concentrating on manipulating the chalk calculations behind him, a large dung egg leaped out of the aisle.

It soared precisely over the heads of the little lions, getting closer and closer to the target.

Draco, who was covering his nose, could already imagine the scene where the first suspect was covered in shit-yellow paint.

"Professor, I figured it out!" Vincent raised his right hand excitedly.

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