Hogwarts lazy snake

Horn, with his messy hair, came out of the cave, looked at Draco who was still sleeping, then looked at the alarm clock on the bedside and found that it was almost three o'clock. He cast a Descaling Charm on himself and didn't care about anything else. He just lay down on the bed with his clothes on and closed his eyes.

Horn suddenly felt that what had been agreed upon was not the time to give up. Why did he feel even busier after coming to Hogwarts?

Ranhu recalled that two days after finishing Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration class yesterday afternoon, he went to find Professor McGonagall to learn some questions about Transfiguration during his break. He also asked questions about the complex magic of Animagus, which he was most interested in.

As a result, Professor McGonagall warned me that this was an extremely dangerous and complicated advanced transfiguration magic.

Although Horn repeatedly assured Professor McGonagall in a serious manner that he would tell the other party if he used this magic, Professor McGonagall let him go.

However, it seemed that for this reason, when Horn was discussing with Professor McGonagall how to learn Transfiguration magic, he didn't know whether his Yin Spirit was transforming into Yang Spirit. Although his physical abilities became very slow when he was able to mobilize them, he became much stronger in other aspects.

At least now Horn felt that he could mobilize the energy of the Starry Sea, but it was like using a tiny straw to absorb the energy of a vast ocean. It could be used, and it was endless, but there was no way to enlarge it all at once, and he could only keep using normal attacks.

Infinite basic attacks, and too long a lead-in time before unleashing a big move.

Then I went to the library to find a book on potion making and found the method of making white fresh juice. After the flying class on Thursday, I told Draco that I would be back very late at night, and went straight back to the Slytherin dormitory, entered the cave and started to make the white fresh potion.

He boiled the food for five or six hours, even eating the stored food in the small bag for dinner, and never left the crucible for a minute.

In addition to preparing materials and tools, and then boiling it, it was finally completed at about three o'clock. In the middle of the process, he took out a book on alchemy and started reading.

Horn thinks that if you can't use your ultimate skill directly in Hogwarts, you're asking for death. What? You can use it, but the pre-swing is too long, which is no different from not using your ultimate skill at all.

So Horn thought of the Equality Device.

Although he couldn't make Gatling Bodhisattva's Six Pure Depleted Uranium Bullets himself, Colt had restored them with his mental power before.

At this time, Horn was very grateful for the Internet in his previous life. After all, there were so many things like Demon Hunting Guns and Holy Bullets, so he began to conceive: Colt. Wizard Edition.

On the way, Horn almost failed to make the white fresh medicine, but fortunately he succeeded in the end. However, Horn did not give it to Hei Si immediately, after all, he was very sleepy.

As Horn's consciousness sank into the ocean of sleep, the quiet and lonely feeling of Hogwarts seemed to become even silenter.

Miss Moon Rabbit yawned and took her little star sisters up and down on the slag of Prince Sun.

"Wake up! Horn! It's half past eight! Get up!"

Horn heard someone calling him in a daze. He opened his tightly closed eyes a little and saw a flash of platinum color swaying in front of him.

He rubbed the corners of his eyes with his hands and asked in a lazy voice: "Xiaolong, what time did you say it was?"

Draco, who had just changed his clothes, put his hand on Horn's shoulder and shook him, trying to shake off his sleepiness. He said, "It's half past eight! Wake up, today is Professor Snape's Potions class, you can't be late."

"Well, good!" Horn squinted his eyes and yawned, pulled out his wand, and repeated yesterday's magic, transforming and condensing water.

With Horn's magic, the two finished washing up in just six minutes. After walking out of the dormitory, they saw Pansy and her two little followers, Goyle and Crabbe.

However, Horn didn't like walking with so many people. He felt like he was being targeted by a gang, so he took a sandwich from Goyle, waved his hand, and went back to the dormitory. "You guys go to the Potions classroom first. I forgot something. I'll go back to the dormitory to get it."

"Okay, then Horn, you follow me!" Draco opened the sandwich Pansy handed to him, shouted to Horn's back, and walked towards the door of the lounge with Pansy and two little followers.

Horn returned to the dormitory, picked up the pocket watch that he had left on the bed at some point, and put it in his pocket.

Apart from not wanting the group to leave, Horn did miss something, so it couldn't be considered a lie.

Horn, walking in the aisle, did not catch up with Draco and his group who were leaving in front of him. Instead, he chewed the sandwich in his mouth, feeling the carbohydrate mixture that made fitness enthusiasts uneasy in his mouth, and held a box of milk in his hand.

After all, Professor Snape seemed to have entered the classroom on time.

So Horn swallowed the last bite of his sandwich, took a sip of milk, took out his pocket watch and saw that there was still some time. Even so, he still quickened his pace.

The potion class at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was held in the basement classroom. It was cold and damp, and except for a small window, it was mostly lit by candlelight, and filled with a strange smell of various herbs and potion materials. Along the wall were many strange-looking animal and plant specimens.

The Slytherin and Gryffindor students had already taken their chosen seats, ready for this intense and challenging course.

Horn walked into the classroom leisurely, his lazy steps and careless look, as if this class had nothing to do with him. Seeing Draco waving at him in a corner, he walked over and sat down in the empty seat, tilting his head to one side, looking like he hadn't woken up yet.

He first waved to Hermione and the others sitting in a row on the side as a greeting. Before he retracted his hand, he felt sleepiness coming out of his nose and mouth, and he yawned.

"Horn, did you last night..."

"Shh! Uh, here it comes."

Draco saw that Horn seemed to know what he was going to ask before he could even ask the question, and made a gesture to keep quiet.

Just when Draco wondered what was going on, he saw the locked door of the Potions classroom behind him suddenly open, and then an invisible pressure appeared before his eyes along with a black figure with robes fluttering like bat wings.

Professor Snape's slender figure, as usual, gave people an invisible sense of oppression. His black robe swayed slightly in the wind, and his sharp eyes swept over every student who walked into the classroom. When his eyes fell on Harry, his brows wrinkled imperceptibly.

The two young wizards from the academy sat comfortably under this oppressive feeling, while Horn just slumped casually in his seat.

"You must remember that today we are going to learn an extremely complex and challenging potion science." Professor Snape's deep and magnetic voice echoed in the classroom. "This requires your full concentration. There can be no mistakes. Don't be a fool!"

"Start the roll call now!"