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

"It's too bad that some people are not qualified to participate in Quidditch training! It's such a shame that such a good Firebolt can only sit under the bed and collect dust!"

Draco Malfoy stood waiting in the corridor at the cellar door early, just to deliberately provoke the saint Pott.

In the Potions classroom next door was his own dean, as well as Professor Dolores Umbridge, who liked to confine saints to special confinement.

Can I still almost suffer a loss like last time? Definitely not.

If Lycoris were here, she would definitely feel that Draco had improved and had learned the trick of "killing someone with a borrowed knife".

This familiar sarcasm is too authentic.

Who else but Draco?

Lycoris held the book and watched Hermione and Weasley holding Potter from a distance, fearing that he would go up and beat Malfoy violently.

"Don't be angry! He just deliberately provoked you." Weasley pulled Potter's arm. He was used to Malfoy's ridicule about Gryffindor not being able to practice Quidditch.

But obviously Potter wasn't used to it yet, and he got angry every time.

Also, he likes Quidditch training and flying so much. Now not only can I not fly, but I can't watch my teammates fly either.

"Calm down! Harry!" Hermione grabbed Harry's other arm and advised him not to be impulsive. "He is a prefect and can punish you."

Licoris had no intention of intervening in this farce. There was no class anyway, so she just leaned aside and watched.

Then the dispute escalated, and Draco made an ominous suggestion that Arthur Weasley should be kicked out of the Ministry of Magic, saying that Potter had a bad brain and should be sent to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries.

"I won't let you make fun of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Maladies!"

Neville Longbottom angrily ran past Lycoris and rushed towards Draco. Harry was being pulled aside by him.

He is indeed a seeker and is very skilled.

Lycoris raised an eyebrow and watched as Potter grabbed the hem of Longbottom's plain robe.

So it became a trio of people dragging Neville Longbottom to tell him not to be impulsive.

Goyle and Crabbe consciously protected Draco and asked him to stand behind them.

"Have you had enough trouble?" Severus Snape was unhappy today. The woman Umbridge came to his class. These few are still noisy and noisy.

"Mr. Potter, Mr. Longbottom, Gryffindor will deduct ten points for your noise." He stared at the seven people in front of him with falcon-like eyes, and said in a cold tone, "Now, everyone should enter the classroom, otherwise they will all be detained."

Licolis was the last one to enter. She was not among the seven.

Snape closed the door after his daughter came in.

The raw materials for the potion were placed on the scale in front of Potter, and two people were placed on the scale in his heart - Professor Snape on the left and Professor Umbridge on the right.

He felt that the two people were equally annoying, and he couldn't tell who was more annoying at the moment.

One was degrading himself every day, and the other was corporally punishing himself - thinking of this, Harry felt that the back of his hand was hurting.

Harry thought that after today's lesson, he might be able to tell who was more annoying.

While Harry Potter expected Severus Snape to attack Professor Umbridge indiscriminately the same way he treated himself, he also hoped that Professor Umbridge would use her power as the Supreme Inquisitor to make Professor Snape Deflated.

Dolores Umbridge approaches Severus Snape during a classroom experiment.

Harry, who was in a theater mood, had a poor potion making process. After Hermione stopped him from misplacing the potion raw materials several times, the result still turned into a pile of garbage.

Lycoris finished her enhancer perfectly and watched Dolores Umbridge conduct a routine investigation.

Dad was very gentle and didn't spray venom on her.

Sure enough, he was afraid of implicating Dumbledore, and his tolerance for Fudge's confidants seemed to be much higher than that of Potter.

"Zero points, Potter."

Poor Porter was punished with an essay again, which was really miserable.

You haven't finished your homework yet, and you still have trouble. It’s already great without deducting your college points.

"Hahahahaha, you deserve it!" Draco laughed at Potter in a low voice, and proudly put his enhancer into the container.

After dinner, Potter got a piece of "good news": Angelina Johnson couldn't get a Quidditch training permit - he no longer had to practice Quidditch and had time to write a potions paper.

Damn good news!

Harry became frustrated and tried desperately to explain to Angelina Johnson.

This time he was not provoking Professor Umbridge in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. He began to swear.

Angelina Johnson was the only Quidditch captain who couldn't get a warrant, and Lycoris felt like she was going dry.

She looked more weathered than the Minister of the Gobstone Club. At the same time, Dolores Umbridge, who was sitting at the teacher's table and dining, was much more lively.

Great Hall Foyer.

"Harry, I know it has nothing to do with you this time. I applied and she said she would consider it." Johnson was extremely sad. Why did everyone have a Quidditch training permit, but only Gryffindor didn't?

Lycoris, who passed by and listened for a while, said that it had nothing to do with Potter. If he hadn't been a private tutor in Defense Against the Dark Arts, this wouldn't have happened.

This is a consecutive punishment.

Slytherin was able to get the permission warrant because she was a Slytherin before, and together with herself, it was easy to get the permission warrant.

Hufflepuff's Quidditch license was all due to Cedric Diggory's willingness to endure all kinds of evil and good-natured.

Ravenclaw...

Lycoris had reason to believe that she deliberately violated Gryffindor and allowed Ravenclaw to obtain the Quidditch license - among the four houses, only you, Gryffindor, could not train.

It was raining heavily outside, and Licoris looked up at the window.

In this kind of weather, I feel like something will happen.

The candle flames in the Charms class were brighter than usual, and Lycoris watched Hermione, Potter, and Weasley gather together.

Without Sirius Black, who will be next in the plot?

Is it someone else from the Order of the Phoenix?

"Licoris, your frog is going to run away!" Pansy turned her head and saw Licoris' frog jumping happily and almost jumping away from the table.

Why is she in a daze?

When Pansy called, Licoris came back to her senses and cast a floating spell to make the frog fly from the edge of the table to her.

"Next, there's the silent spell." Pansy reminded Licoris, who obviously didn't hear what Professor Flitwick said.

Lycoris waved her wand and shut the frog's mouth.

The frog had shut up. The frogs and crows of the students next to her were croaking and croaking, making the noisy people upset.

"It's so quiet." Sirius Black looked up at the dark corridor, wondering what Harry was doing?

He missed his godson.