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

Slytherin male dormitory.

Separate washroom.

"You have tender skin and tender meat. Let's stew it and eat it."

Draco Malfoy thought of Lycoris' words while soaking in the bathtub.

He looked down at his fingers and the back of his hand, then turned them over again. There are some calluses on my palms and fingers, which were worn out on the broomstick during Quidditch training.

It doesn't seem... very tasty.

Why am I thinking about this?

I am a human being, so I can’t eat it!

Malfoy turned on the shower and let the water hit his head.

I was so dizzy that I thought about biting my own finger and trying it.

I wonder what Lycoris needs such a big crucible for, boiling bath water?

Each of our Slytherin dormitories has its own bathroom, regardless of gender, equipped with a bathtub.

Why boil bath water?

But no matter how she asked, she didn't say what she was doing. She just said, "Bake the magic potion."

Which wizard would use such a huge crucible to boil potions?

Malfoy didn't believe this.

Was the source material Neville Longbottom? Make a large pot at a time.

The Headmaster would not allow the raw materials of potions to be wasted. Malfoy turned off the shower and leaned back against the wall of the bathtub.

The light blond hair that was wetted by the shower fell down softly, and the washed hair exuded a faint fragrance of roses.

Water droplets formed on the light blond hair and slid down her cheeks. Flow through the neck and over the collarbone.

Finally, it melted into a warm pool of rose water. The white rose petals floating on the bathtub covered the originally clear water.

Forget it, don’t think about it so much anymore. You will always know, just like what happened with the diary last time.

Malfoy decided not to embarrass himself. With such a big cauldron, everything seemed interesting.

It would be better if Neville Longbottom was stewed!

Malfoy came out of the bathroom wiping his hair and saw Nott reading a book.

The bathtub will be cleaned by house elves, who are very skilled at using household magic.

"You feel very laid-back lately?" Malfoy picked up the hawthorn wand stuck in his pajamas pocket and used it to dry his hair.

"How can you not have any free time? You don't need Quidditch training these days." Nott felt that he was a little excited tonight. Otherwise, if he didn't read a book at night, why would he be chatting with him today?

"What kind of training do you need? With me, Malfoy can win the Quidditch Cup!" Malfoy said confidently, and then his expression became serious when he thought of something, "Next month Beauxbatons and Durmstrang are coming to Hog Watts, I heard that Durmstrang will be placed in our Slytherin boys’ dormitory.”

What does this have to do with him? Nott was confused, "So?"

"Don't you know where Beauxbatons girls live?" Malfoy played with his hawthorn wand, "I heard they like nature."

Got it, he still wants to be a Hogwarts warrior.

"Age-increasing potions will not work, nor will alchemy items. You are not going to use any black magic contraband, are you?" Nott looked at Malfoy and shook his head, "You will bring trouble to your father, use it in public. Dark magic contraband, the Ministry of Magic will not let your father go."

I really haven't thought about using black magic contraband, because the secret room of my dark magic contraband has been moved to another place.

I can't find the secret room and can't get in.

Dad didn't say where he had gone, Mom said she didn't know, and the house elf ran away as soon as it was mentioned.

"I didn't say I was going to use dark magic contraband," Malfoy muttered, "You don't want to be a Hogwarts warrior?"

"I don't want to." Nott preferred to stay by himself and feel the tranquility.

"It's really boring. I won't talk to you anymore." Malfoy lay down on the quilt and pulled the quilt over his head.

Not even wants to be a Hogwarts Warrior!

He doesn't like to participate in such meaningful things.

Not talking to the little snake who had no sense of family honor, Malfoy decided to sleep.

Lycoris borrowed Malfoy's owl, sent a deposit to Partridge's Crucible Shop, and ordered an extra-large version of the cauldron.

Licoris has already thought about how to deal with her first challenge - the dragon.

Senior Cedric used the Transformation Spell, and he learned it very well.

Lycoris looked at the little turtle in the common room and thought about her transformation spell...

Good news, you can conjure a fish tail.

Bad news, it can only turn out to be a fish tail.

Fleur used hypnosis, which was consistent with her Veela bloodline.

Krim was straightforward. He couldn't compare to his thick health bar.

Potter is a flying spell, summoning firebolts.

Everyone uses their strengths, and their strongest one is potion making.

Licoris planned to make the potion on the spot, but now...

Of course, Lycoris had to find a reasonable reason for her huge cauldron, and it would be good to make a large amount of refreshing potions.

After all, in the second year, he alone undertook the potion that all Hogwarts teachers and students needed in the hospital wing. Unfortunately, in the third year, the old bee assigned this task to willing students, just to avoid being confused with the second year. Extra points for Slytherin in the same grade.

Now there are students from two schools coming. With more people, the amount of potions needed will be larger.

And there may be various situations such as acclimatization, bad stomach, etc.

He said hello to his father first, and then went to the hospital wing to talk to Madam Pomfrey.

Madam Pomfrey liked herself very much for her second-year contracting of potions.

Although the third graders did not make it themselves, they did send the potions that the students voluntarily made from the Good Hungry Club.

Everything that happens is good for me.

Wouldn’t the favorability of the second grade be used now?

When Lycoris took out a cauldron that was as high as her collarbone at the Good Hunger Club, she shocked everyone.

no! Did she really make magic potions?

Draco Malfoy was shocked.

He looked at Lycoris standing on a low stool, holding a huge wooden spoon in her hand.

"You don't really want to make a potion, do you?" Malfoy took a breath and looked at the dean next to him.

Dean! Don't you care about your daughter?

"Let's get started." Severus Snape was much calmer. He came to see his daughter use such a large cauldron to make a potion for the first time.

Licolis had strong control over the flames, and did not crack the crucible or burn the raw materials of the potion.

Not very controlling?

I have been practicing the Fire Spell last year, planning to eliminate those eight-eyed spiders in the future.

Unexpectedly, the eight-eyed spider was not destroyed in time and was used to make potions.

Lycoris stirred the contents of the crucible with a wooden spoon. This was a physically demanding task, but she did it easily.

After the diary incident in the second grade, Licoris fell in love with breaking defenses through violence.

Killing a werewolf with one sword, although it is a dream, it is very exciting.

Licoris has been exercising and her physical fitness can now defeat many people.