[HP] Bad Impulse

"No, compared to Mr. Malfoy, you are much better." Although they all pushed each other away, Mr. Malfoy was more ruthless, and Weasley was far behind.

Fate said silently in his heart, at least the Slytherin girl Christina who was kept in the dark would feel better, but how sad should Lucius be?

"The stars are beautiful tonight, wouldn't it be a shame to talk about such a heavy topic? Fate, how about talking about yourself?" Weasley pushed open the window in the corridor, the clear and dark night sky was cloudless, a silver light The band stretches from one side of Skyrim... to the other, like it will never end.

"I have nothing to talk about. Hogwarts has already gossiped about Lucius and me. Even Hufflepuff knows better than me what brand of diapers I used when I was a child." Fate pouted, she When I accidentally heard it, I really wanted to rush over and tell those ignorant little girls that she never used diapers when she was a child, so what brand? !

"Hahaha... who, who told you to appear together with Malfoy? Professor Asrelian's appearance is so coincidental, it is considered polite to guess that you have some ulterior blood relationship. Who told you to start school?" Why don’t you wait for me? Maybe it’s our scandal that’s going on now.” Ryan wiped away the tears from his laughter, and he put on Fit’s shoulder with a good-looking pair of brothers. "Ouch, the funniest thing is Blake, you don't see the way he jumps his feet once you hear someone say you're a real couple - it's so funny."

Fate patted Ryan's arm away angrily: "If you keep laughing, I'll beat you, Weasley."

"Call me Ryan, I've already called you Fate, and you're also called Malfoy Lucius, we Gryffindors don't like to be reserved, so it doesn't matter if you're familiar with it or not, just call it by name and get familiar with it slowly. "Ryan poked Fett's face, "Come on, listen to me--Ryan, the purebred Lion of Gryffindor (Lion) Ryn."

"Your name should be Snake (snake). It seems that the Weasleys don't have the talent for prophecy." Fate said in a Severus-like tone, with a Malfoy-style jaw lift, and stomped on Ryan hard. foot. "Since you're fine, sneak back before you're discovered."

"You really have no romantic cells, cute little Fett, it's hard to have the opportunity to enjoy such a beautiful view in an empty corridor." Ryan sighed. "Oh, I remember I haven't had supper tonight to wait for Christina."

"So, do you need a bottle of 50-year-old red wine, Mr. Weasley? As for Miss Bellows, I'm afraid it's too late for you to worry." Professor McGonagall, the dean of Gryffindor, said in a stiff and serious voice between two A sound came from behind the little lion, and she waited patiently for the two of them to turn their heads before she said, "Three points will be deducted from each, Mr. Weasley, don't use the reason of the prefect's inspection to prevaricate me, I can hear your last sentence clearly Chu—as a punishment, a week of labor service, both of them."

"Oh, my dear Ms. McGonagall..."

Professor McGonagall took out his wand: "Any more questions, Mr. Weasley?"

"...No, no."

"Where's Miss Bellows?"

"Neither have I." Feite replied quickly. Although Professor McGonagall has always been a gentle and easy-to-talk teacher, for Ryan's sake, she just nodded obediently.

As a result, on Saturday morning, at the desk of Professor Slughorn, the professor of Potions and the head of Slytherin, several little guys reunited—not only Fett and Lily, Potter, and even Sidney. Fleurs and Black, Lupine and Pedillo were there, too, though the last four still had a lot of bruises on their faces.

Ryan blinked, and couldn't believe his ears: "Is this a mistake? Except that Feite was fined for a week of labor service for night tours, the others were all because of fighting...fighting? I thought the word It's yours, Fate."

"Oh, Mr. Weasley, you heard it right—except for Miss Bellows, it's all fighting." Professor Slughorn was not angry, but instead cheerfully patted the shoulders of a few little guys. "Although I'm surprised that Mr. Snape won the victory with one against three, what I want to say is that violence is not the only way to solve the problem. It's better to sit down and talk first, right?"

Black snorted coldly, "I'm so happy because the snot-nosed man won."

"Sirius, don't say that." Lupine gave Professor Slughorn an embarrassed look, and tugged at Black's sleeve, "We were wronged, and you suddenly ran over to trouble Snape."

"So what, I just don't like this Slytherin viper!" Black said louder, "Dirty snot, what else do I have to give him—"

Boom!

A group of people watched in amazement as Black's head was attached to the table made of stiff fir by Professor Slughorn. As for the culprit, Fett grabbed Black's hair and pulled him up again with a calm expression: "Black, What did I say? Since your head can’t remember, then I will let you remember with your body. But it seems that your brain is so stupid that your body can’t remember. Don’t let me Hear the word snot worm!"

Poor Blake, with eyes full of stars and ears full of birdsong, slid limply to the ground, and his brother forgot to pull him up from the ground because he was so stunned by the scene.

Severus glanced at Black sympathetically. If he heard this word before, he would feel humiliated, but now when he hears this word, he will first sympathize with Black who knowingly committed the crime.

"...Oh, my God...Oh, Merlin." Professor Slughorn looked at the scene in front of him, and couldn't help covering his chest. He felt that he couldn't bear such a scene. "Miss Bellows, I have to deduct twenty points for hitting your classmate, or hitting your classmate in front of your professor."

Then, he immediately realized that it was not right to keep the legendary female tyrannosaurus of Gryffindor in his office, so he immediately gave instructions to Ryan, the patriarch of the labor service group: "Mr. Weasley, my office Only three people are needed—just do some simple processing, prepare the teaching materials for the first-year freshmen, and take the others to the medical wing to ask Madam Pomfrey if she needs any manpower. Of course, I recommend Sif Les."

Ryan probably knew the general situation of a group of girls, so he nodded: "Then Lily, Remus and Sirius will stay and help Professor Slughorn, Professor, please take care of Mr. Black for a while. Then West How about Fleurs, Fetter, James and Peter coming with me?"

He didn't believe how much trouble could be caused by separating these quarrelsome people. Professor Slughorn is easy to talk, but Madam Pomfrey, the most vocal woman in Hogwarts, can't suppress these few people. A sample?

In the medical wing, Madam Pomfrey severely scolded those with wounds on their faces, and then took a bottle of bitter potion and drank it.Unlike the embarrassment of Potter and Petitlou gulping it down and looking for water everywhere, Severus smelled the potion first, took a sip and held it in his mouth for a while before swallowing it. A whole bottle of the bitter-tasting potion was drunk like this.

Madam Pomfrey glanced at Severus appreciatively: "Yes, Mr. Snape... This is the correct way to drink the scar removal potion. I really want to give Slytherin five points. I remember this is Potion prescriptions are only available in sixth grade, and there are very few people at your age who can tell the type of potion by smell."

"Thank you for your appreciation, Madam Pomfrey, that's why Professor Slughorn recommended me to come here first, and I can complete the prescriptions for those under the sixth grade by myself." Severus blushed slightly.

Madam Pomfrey blinked strangely: "Oh, let me guess, is your mother Irene? Irene Prince - when I graduated from Hogwarts, Irene was still a cute The little girl in the third grade, her potion talent is really amazing, time has passed so fast, and Irene's children are all this old, how is she doing?"

"Thank you for remembering my mother, she is doing well."

"If possible, can you tell me Irene's address after the labor is over? I really miss that lovely shy little girl with long flaxen hair." Madam Pomfrey stroked Severus' hair with a smile, "Since you are Irene's son, then—the workbench on the far right belongs to you. You have to refine thirteen kinds of healing potions with a total of fifty grids. Can you complete it in two days?"

"I think I need to see what kind of potion it is first, and then I need a helper." Severus pointed to Fate, he needed to trap this uneasy factor of not knowing when it would explode by his side.

"Of course. Then, Mr. Weasley, I remember that your potion grades are also good, so you will be in charge of the workbench on the left. These potions are a little more troublesome, so there are only thirty grids. As for Mr. Potter and Petitrou Gentlemen, take off all the bed sheets and pillowcases that need to be changed, and give them to the house elves for me, please?"

Madam Pomfrey gave an order, and the five immediately started to act.

Potter and Petitlou, who didn't like to study and didn't study well, were tearing apart sheets and pillowcases.Petitlou also helped the family with some work, and the pampered and pampered young master Potter was sweating profusely and got entangled with a quilt cover.

Originally, Feite had to do some chores like the two little lions, but Severus had discovered in advance that Feite's perfect shot could also be used to cut potions. I often let Feite help me deal with some dry medicinal materials.

The author has something to say: The stars in these three chapters represent many meanings!Because I have memorized the number of words now, so only the surname is not used in the text, Wangtian.From tomorrow to May [-]st, try to update it every other day. The reason is - the last week of the graduation project, without regrets, and lose all my energy.Not surprisingly, there will be another update before twelve o'clock, Wangtian.