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

Potions classroom.

Malfoy arrived later than usual, and class had already begun.

Why did he come so late?

Lycoris looked back at him, and Malfoy guessed what she wanted to ask.

"My hand still hurts, so I've been staying in the hospital wing recently. I'm late to change the dressing today. You see, you don't care about me and haven't even visited me." Malfoy curled his lips and pretended that he Very pitiful.

"I've been very busy recently." Licoris looked at him, followed his example and curled her lips before speaking, "But looking at you now, you are in good condition."

Licoris had no intention of making her father angry, and she would not have such an aboveboard chat in Potions class.

After saying hello to Malfoy, she turned her head and continued to complete her Potions class operations.

Licoris is indeed very busy, busy with classes and studying outside the classroom.

For example, I am busy practicing to turn the "freezing spell" I learned in the second grade into a large-scale and persistent group attack skill. Next time, I can freeze all the spiders within sight.

I am busy controlling the size of the flame range and the burning intensity of the "Fire Spell". I will try my best to burn those spiders to death next time while trying to reduce the damage to the trees in the Forbidden Forest.

And, the final project of the "Fire Curse" - turning the "Clear Water Like a Spring Curse" into a large-scale rainfall does not need to be very large, as far as the eye can see.

Once a fire is lit, it cannot be extinguished.

Malfoy watched Lycoris turn her head and made a face at Goyle and Crabbe.

Nott also saw it and smiled. Draco really acted like a child, childish.

"Sit down." Snape looked at the brief commotion caused by his most talented Potions student and nodded his position.

"Bang -" Malfoy placed his cauldron next to Potter and Weasley.

"What we are learning today is shrinking solution. I think you should know how to choose the raw materials for potions." When Snape said this, he looked at Malfoy, who came in last.

And Malfoy did not disappoint him. He looked at him with gray-blue eyes and nodded with his light golden head.

Yes, he knows what materials to prepare.

"Very good - next we need to follow the steps." Snape briefly mentioned the steps again, so that Malfoy could catch up on the lessons he just missed.

Then very quickly, Snape caught up with Malfoy and interrupted the previous lesson.

"Sir, I need someone to help me cut the daisy roots," Malfoy raised his injured hand, "Look at my hand -"

"Weasley, help Malfoy cut it." Lycoris looked at her father without raising her head and ordered Ron Weasley.

"There's nothing wrong with your hands," Weasley said angrily to Malfoy, "You did it on purpose."

Malfoy smirked and said, "Weasley, did you hear that? The professor asked you to help me."

Lycoris looked at Ron's face turning red with anger, and then looked at Malfoy's proud expression after succeeding in his prank.

Malfoy noticed Lycoris looking at him, met her gaze, and smiled slightly at her.

"Dong dong dong -" The sound of Ron cutting the daisy roots was probably louder than the sound of house elves chopping meat to make pies. The short ones he cut were only as wide as the thumbnail of his little finger, and the long ones could cover a whole finger. The festival is so long.

Malfoy was naturally very unhappy when he saw that his healthy daisy roots had turned into this horrible state.

"Professor - look at Weasley! What he cut up my daisy roots, how can I make a potion?" Malfoy's drawn-out voice really sounded like coquettishness.

Weasley was in trouble, Malfoy was sure of it.

Professor Snape was very strict and disliked others treating potion-making as a perfunctory joke.

Neither he nor Lycoris was an exception, let alone the stupid lion of Gryffindor.

Snape looked at the miserable daisy roots in front of him, then at Malfoy's gloating face, and turned to see Weasley's face with a perfunctory expression of "You ask me to work, and I'll work like this."

He said directly, "Exchange yourself with him."

"Also, cutting a daisy root like this is unacceptable. If you don't want to screw up your potion, don't make such a stupid mistake. Use your empty head to think about what the cut should look like. That's right." Snape finished and returned to the first row.

Lycoris added one drop of rat bile and three drops of leech juice.

She likes to work with proportions, odd proportions.

For example, in the case of a little leech juice and one drop of bile, three drops of this thing is very reasonable.

A fire burned under the cauldron, and Lycoris stirred the mixture. She likes to turn clockwise when there are no special requirements.

The bright green concoction looks perfect.

Licoris raised her head and looked at her father.

Snape nodded at her, passing.

The girl bottled it and put the cap on.

"Professor, my figs need to be peeled!" Malfoy continued shouting.

"Potter, help him." Snape said.

Lycoris raised her chin slightly toward Malfoy, signaling to ask her father if she wanted to help him.

But Snape said, "You can wash your hands after you have finished making it. Wait and see what our Longbottom will refine. The successful shrinking solution will turn the toad into a tadpole."

No, okay.

Licoris went to wash her hands obediently, and when she came back, she saw Nott filling bottles.

After finishing the shrinkage solution, Lycoris began to watch the show, where Malfoy faced off against Weasley and Potter, one on two.

They were talking about Sirius Black, and Malfoy kept prodding Potter, but Weasley was clearly angrier.

Malfoy taunted Potter whether he wanted to be a single-handed hero and catch Sirius, the prisoner of Azkaban, or whether he didn't have the courage at all and could only rely on the dementors to deal with him.

Little did he know that he had already passed by Sirius Black that day in the Forbidden Forest.

It's almost the end of get out of class, and Malfoy's shrinking solution is finished.

He was in a very good mood, obviously not because the potion was successfully made, but because he was successful in provoking Potter.

Neville Longbottom's shrinking solution worked, and Lycoris knew it was because of Hermione.

"Five points from Gryffindor because you didn't do it by yourself. get out of class is over——"

"Oh! 'Five points from Gryffindor'," Ron imitated Professor Snape's tone, "Hermione, you should lie and say Neville did it himself."

Good Hungry Club.

Potions room.

There was a cursing voice coming from inside, which sounded familiar.

"What is this?" Lycoris asked Pansy who was reading a book.

"Longbottom said he must refine the shrinking solution himself." Pansy raised an eyebrow and looked over, "Then he asked Malfoy to help him."