HP: By the lake of Snake Garden, flowers bloom on the other side

"Thank you, no need." Licoris politely declined the Badger Academy student who was selling the crystal to her, and walked to the Good Hungry Club.

Licoris felt that she was really very financially savvy, selling everything from crystal bracelets to crystal brooches to ordinary small crystals, ranging from gold Galleons to silver Sickles to copper Knuts.

No matter what style or price, she has it all covered by herself.

"President, have you bought crystals?" As soon as Lycoris sat down at the Good Hungry Club, Neville Longbottom came over and said, "I bought amethyst crystals for warding off evil spirits. Do you want to take a look?"

"Besides the crystals, what else did you buy?" Licoris smelled a compound strange smell on him, the strongest of which was the strong smell of garlic.

It reminded her of an old friend, Voldemort who possessed Quirrell.

This is really hard to evaluate.

If Neville Longbottom knew that the garlic he used to ward off evil spirits was a disguise used by Voldemort to hide himself, would he still have the courage to take the garlic with him?

"Show it to you!" Neville Longbottom very enthusiastically asked Licoris to see the evil-proof and protective items he had purchased. No one understood him, Licoris was so smart that she should be able to understand.

A smelly garlic soaked in something unknown.

A rotting salamander tail, the size of a palm.

The only thing Licoris could stand was a pointed amethyst.

No wonder he asked himself if he had purchased any crystals?

It turned out that he couldn't help but buy it himself.

"Put these things away." Lycoris used the best endurance of a Slytherin and did not cover her nose in front of him.

This really stinks.

How to describe this taste?

On its own, the smell of garlic is pretty good, but the garlic has been soaked in something that makes it stink to the point of suffocation.

The tail of the salamander had begun to rot, and there was a smell of animal blood combined with a special fishy smell of rotten flesh.

Licolis felt that if she continued to smell it, she would definitely vomit.

"Well," Neville Longbottom said, a little disappointed, as he put these things away, "You don't seem to like these things very much?"

"Are you worried about meeting the monster in the secret room?" Lycoris looked at the troubled look on the face of her gold medal student, and felt that it was necessary as the president to share the worries of the students.

"Well," Neville Longbottom nodded, "President, aren't you worried?"

Neville Longbottom's fat little face was squeezed into a small bun, and he was extremely frightened.

"How about I help you analyze it?" Lycoris looked at the uneasy Gryffindor little lion in front of her empathetically.

"Okay... okay." Neville Longbottom was very nervous. He had always known that Licoris was much smarter than him.

"The ones that are petrified now are Filch's cat, and Colin, a first-year freshman."

Neville Longbottom nodded, that's right.

"Mr. Filch is a squib who was born into a magical family without magic. Colin is a Muggle wizard, and his parents are both Muggles." Lycoris said, "You are different, you are a child of a pure-blood family."

"But President, there is no difference between me and Filch," Neville Longbottom said with a look of fear and low self-esteem, "I am also almost a squib."

"You can enroll in Hogwarts, but you are not a squib. A squib, you are not qualified to study here." Lycoris shook her head and poured him a glass of ice water, "Your learning ability is limited, and diligence can make up for some shortcomings. of."

"You're just too nervous. You'll be fine." Licoris comforted him and put the ice water in front of him.

"Thank you!" Neville Longbottom thanked him. He held the cup with both hands, and the cold touch from his hands cooled his heated brain a lot.

Seeing that he didn't seem to be comforted, Licoris planned to take a strong dose of medicine, "If you were to be petrified today, what would you do?"

Neville Longbottom turned pale, and it was obvious that he was frightened.

"Do you really think the things you bought can withstand it?" Licoris asked calmly.

"I..." Neville Longbottom muttered, then slumped his shoulders in exhaustion.

"No, those things you bought are of no use other than spending some gold galleons." Licoris pointed out his behavior.

"Then what should I do? I'm scared!" Neville Longbottom was about to cry.

"Didn't you hear what the principal said? Mandrake roots are needed. Mandrake roots can be used to make powerful recovery potions." Licoris guided him to recall, "It was the day Harry was caught as the murderer."

"Mandrake roots..." Neville Longbottom repeated, his eyes brightening, "Yes! I want my grandmother to send me mandrake roots! This way, even if I am petrified tonight, I can recover tomorrow morning. .”

Licoris watched the child stand up suddenly, then picked up the cup and drank the water in one breath, "Thank you, President, I'm not afraid now. As long as I have mandrake roots, the petrification can be restored."

Looking at his leaving figure, Lycoris raised her eyebrows.

In fact, Licoris also found it strange.

Obviously knowing that mandrake roots can make powerful recovery potions, why do you have to wait for Professor Sprout's seedlings to mature?

Can't you buy it in Diagon Alley? Even if Diagon Alley doesn't exist, Knockturn Alley, a place similar to a black market, can't exist without it, right?

Unless you are reluctant to give up money, but where does the funding for Hogwarts come from? If the Ministry of Magic is paying for it, what's wrong with buying the raw materials for the potion? If the board of directors pays...

Then we have to hide it, otherwise if those pure-blood families start making trouble, how can Hogwarts have normal classes? How do children learn?

"What are you thinking about?" As soon as Malfoy came in, he saw Licoris in a daze with two cups in front of her. He knocked on the table to wake her up, "Has a guest just left?"

"Have you told your father?" Licoris thought for a moment and added, "The secret room was opened again, and the monster inside came out."

"Why do you want to tell my dad? It's coming out as soon as it comes out, and it's not aimed at pure-blood wizards." Malfoy sat down, picked up a new cup, and poured himself water, "Are you afraid? Then I can't follow you. Dad, tell me about this."

He looked at himself proudly and was about to open the screen in the next second.

"Pretend I didn't ask." Licoris took out her homework and started doing it.

Sure enough, a pureblood like him seemed to think this matter was no big deal. Yes, it was aimed at Squibs and Muggles, so what was he afraid of?

"Why don't you write it? Don't you know?" Malfoy had a look on his face like "If you ask me, I'll teach you."

"Really?" Licoris suddenly smiled evilly and spread her homework in front of him, "Then you can teach me?"

"Let me take a look..." Malfoy picked up his homework and then lost his voice.

Why is she learning something she doesn’t understand? Protect magical animals? Isn’t that a middle and high school course?