Harry Potter Morning Light

Chapter 3505 Blood Dance (Part )
There were no parents' meetings at Hogwarts, especially for Muggle-born parents, who simply couldn't find a place that couldn't be marked on a map.

"My dad thought our school was a military facility or something." Joey said to Elena as he scraped the salamander's spleen into fine powder with wood shavings. She looked very relaxed, as if she didn't know she was about to go to the "nest" of the dark wizard.

Pomona looked at her and sighed. She didn't want anything to happen to the twins again. Just as she was about to remind her, Snape came over and checked their operating tables.

"You should have used silver shavings," Snape said coldly to Joey. "What did you use? Did you steal it from the kitchen?"

"No, Professor, because..."

"You should make your own tools." Snape interrupted Joey. "Where's your wand?"

Joy tried to grab her wand, but her hands were covered in blood.

"Take it up," Snape said. "What are you hesitating about?"

Maybe it was because of the pressure Snape put on Joey, or for some other reason, but Joey's hands were shaking, but he didn't touch his wand.

"Godfather!" Draco Malfoy's triumphant voice came from the corner of the Potions classroom. "You see how I handle it, right?"

Snape immediately walked towards Malfoy, throwing Joey aside. Elena immediately handed Joey a handkerchief and asked her to wipe the blood off her hands.

"Don't be nervous," Pomona told Joey. "Just think of it as extra pressure to deal with the competition."

With tears in her eyes, Joey wiped the blood off her hands with a handkerchief, then turned her silver knife into a particle board similar to that used for grating cheese, except that the holes on this board were of different sizes. Pomona felt that she would be scolded by Snape later.

After trying various means, Jiger finally agreed to pass on his unique skills to these students. As long as the materials were processed finely enough, the time for boiling could be saved without reducing the efficacy of the medicine. However, this also meant that the preparation work would take more time and effort. For example, the spleen of the salamander was previously chopped with a silver knife.

Draco shouldn't have been in the Potions classroom, he wasn't old enough to go to school yet, but in addition to owning a "jet", he also had a father who was a school director, and there was a room in Malfoy Manor for him to practice Potions.

There is a Swedish furniture company that produces a children's toy kitchen. Everything about it is almost the same as a real kitchen, except that you can't start a fire.

What Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy prepared for their son were real things, even better than the laboratories of some cash-strapped potion masters.

"Very good, it's a pity that you are not old enough, otherwise you should represent the school in the competition." Snape praised, as if he was eager to give Malfoy a few sips of aging potion.

The expression on his godson's face was exactly the same as Lucius Malfoy's, and it made one want to punch him twice.

Joey and Elena huddled together and whispered, then burst into giggles.

Pomona decided to talk to them privately after practice because she had just learned something.

There are werewolves in Durmstrang, and it is said that there are quite a few of them, but they all hide themselves carefully to avoid becoming the target of their classmates practicing dark magic.

Ordinary people are terrified of werewolves, but they are not even qualified to sit at the table to eat in front of the dark wizard.

Although they have terrifying claws and teeth, they do not have the skin of manticores and horned beasts that is immune to all types of magic.

At this time, she looked down at the fresh salamander spleen on the laboratory table.

Unlike the Triwizard Tournament, which was only open to European magic schools, the International Potions Competition was open to the international community, and Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in North America also participated.

Pomona prepared horn powder for the Hogwarts contestants, and Ilvermorny Academy of Magic reportedly also brought artificial remnant blood to the contestants.

Pomona still prefers the old way of competing, in a "potion garden", collecting materials in the garden according to the requirements of the competition, and then brewing them on the spot.

However, this form has been eliminated. Many potion materials require time to prepare, and the development direction of potions has changed from replication to innovation. The judges pay more attention to new operating techniques, formulas and effectiveness.

In other words, the judges would rather see the contestants' performance on the operating table than watch them fight a battle with magical creatures to obtain a handful of ingredients and then work hard to brew a pot of potion that can be prepared in class.

If it is a laughter potion, the smaller the side effects, the better; if it is a shrinking potion, the smaller the size, the better.

At the same time, the judges also relaxed the requirements for certain medicinal materials that were beyond the scope of the competition. Real Rem bull blood was in short supply, and artificial blood was equally rare and expensive. Other magic academies also brought some of their own "specialties".

The whole match was not very entertaining and few people paid attention to it. The reason why it was taken so seriously was that it was the first international event in which Britain participated since the mysterious man was defeated.

The British national Quidditch team hasn't participated in the World Cup for many years and didn't even make it to the quarterfinals...

"Professor, are there any shrinkage figs?" asked a contestant.

"Yes!" Pomona said quickly, and found one among the materials he brought, and handed it over using a levitation spell.

The wrinkled figs are much larger than the sleepy beans and cannot be flattened with a small silver knife like the sleepy beans to squeeze out more juice.

Pomona looked at Snape now. He was no longer standing at Draco Malfoy's workbench, but was inspecting the next laboratory table.

She really couldn't figure out how he convinced Jiger. Was Albus involved again?

"Oh, that stinks! I told you not to bring this into the classroom!"

A student said, pinching his nose with his hand and hiding far away, a cloud of yellow smoke lingering around him.

Under normal circumstances, the students would have run away long ago, but Snape did not let anyone leave. He continued to guard his cauldron and complete the remaining steps.

Pomona ran out immediately and stood at the classroom door shouting.

"If you need anything, speak up. I can hear you."

Soon the stench drifted to the door, and she quickly blew it away with a whirlwind.

The weasel's fart is really stinky. It is expected that the Potions classroom will be filled with this smell for the next few days. The key is that the dungeon is not ventilated. It must be a torture to take classes in such a place.

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Georgiana jumped into the lake. This time she gave notice in advance, hoping that no one would jump into the water and disturb her.

This time she did not dive deep, but swam on the surface of the lake.

In addition to various villas by the lake, there is also a village built by the fishermen themselves. In addition to fishing, there are also accommodation and restaurants for tourists.

The morning mist had not yet dissipated, and the town and the mountains behind it were hazy. There were actually seagulls here, they gathered around the fishing boats, waiting for the fishermen to feed them.

Georgiana wanted to go to town to buy some fresh fish, but she didn't think she was dressed appropriately for the other side. Women would stroll along the shore with parasols at this time, and even fewer people would run.

So she turned around and continued swimming, although she secretly hoped to catch one or two stupid fish.

(End of this chapter)