Everyday Players at Hogwarts

Chapter 502 The strange Krum and the magic potion ‘Dark Wizard’

Harry had never seen anyone so inconsistent.

Even if he punched others hard, Snape, who was submissive to Harry, always maintained his good character of venomous tongue.

But Krum, who initially appeared gloomy and taciturn, turned out to be so talkative.

Ice cream seemed to stimulate some potential in him, making him eloquent and talkative.

After finishing the ice cream, he returned to the shy and indifferent attitude he had when they first met.

Not the same person as before.

This is bad.

When Harry and the others were listening enthusiastically, and even Draco couldn't help but let go of his reserve and wanted to take out his notebook to write down Krum's words, Krum stopped talking again.

It's better to shut up.

Doesn't he have to wait for the ice cream? Just look at the shop owner Florin.

But Krum refused. He kept staring at Harry and others.

It seems like you can see the flowers.

What's worse is that he has a poker face and no emotion or anger at all.

Draco on the side was speechless.

He felt that he was outrageous.

Why do you think of this guy as a scheming person?

With Krum's appearance, it might as well be that he wanted to eat a few more cups of ice cream, then run away and let Harry and the others pay.

Ron was very impressed by Krum's eyes.

The feeling of being watched by his idol was even better than when he kissed Lavender.

So much so that his eyes became more and more strange.

Ginny kept looking at Harry to relieve her embarrassment.

No matter how strange Krum behaves, it's still nothing to her.

And Klum, the Sheniu in everyone's eyes, was also experiencing a turmoil in his heart at this time.

The guy opposite who claimed to be his fan kept staring at him with furry eyes.

To make matters worse, he remembered the news he had seen in the old edition of the Daily Prophet when he was interested in learning about Harry Potter.

Damn it!

Merlin's beard!

This guy's name is Ron Weasley!

He - likes - men!

Krum had to pretend to be calm.

"Hehe! Here comes the ice cream!" Florin waved his wand, and freshly baked blueberry marmalade ice cream flew in front of Krum.

Except for Ron, almost everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"Well, Krum, who is that person you are talking about?" Harry asked quickly.

"That person?" Krum took a bite of ice cream.

The coldness of the ice cream and Harry's words brought him back to the state of mind where he had just complained about Durmstrang.

At this point, even if Ron took off his clothes and danced ballet in front of him, he would probably be calm.

"His name is Grindelwald."

"He killed many people in our country, and my grandfather was one of them."

"Of course, he's never had much power in this country. They say he's afraid of Dumbledore—"

"That's right, look at his final fate!"

"But, the recent competition——"

"I think I was wrong. I saw that man and Dumbledore embracing passionately with my own eyes."

"Although Dumbledore looked repulsive, he still accepted it!"

"Dumbledore accepts!"

"How is this possible? He is the greatest White Wizard and the person Grindelwald fears the most!"

"If even he—" "Who else—"

"Manager! Another ice cream, the same as before!" Klum turned to look at the manager, tears flashing in the corners of his eyes.

Harry and the others looked at each other, not knowing what to say.

That Dumbledore was doing this for a greater good - killing Voldemort?

They were afraid that once these words came out, Krum would probably change his face immediately.

"Harry, I'm here!" In the excited eyes of everyone, the hero Neville appeared!

On the other side, the clouds are 10,000 meters above Castle Smith.

Ryan was lying on his side in a white cloud, holding a 1993 iced Coke in his hand, eyes closed, and read:

"Sequence Nine Magic Potion 'Dark Wizard': Users who take it will have extraordinary adaptability to black magic, like a natural malignant mind. They are proficient in hundreds of jinxes, poisonous spells, and curses, and can easily learn all kinds of black magic. There is no such thing as black magic."

As he finished speaking, a little black-haired girl with a doll's head stuck out her head from behind him: "What are you talking about, little devil? How can there be such a magic potion in the world."

This is Kate. Fleur and Penello both refuse to drink wine and have fun on the white clouds thousands of meters above.

Only Kate has the courage.

Ryan seemed to have expected that Kate would pop up to post. He took a sip of Coke with pride, poured the ice cubes directly into his mouth, and bit into it: "Didn't you just see this recently? What are the raw materials for this potion?”

Kate frowned and then patted the heavy dragon-skin book she had put aside: "The dark shadow of the mirror world?"

"Bingo!" Ryan snapped his fingers, and the sea of ​​clouds not far away suddenly began to billow, leaving only a circular hole.

The scene after Harry fainted in the boiler room was clearly played inside.

The invisible sea of ​​magic turned into hot red magma and gushed out from the boiler. The fainted Harry Potter and the red-skinned kid were like two flat boats swimming in the sea of ​​magma.

The scar on the left side of Harry Potter's forehead seemed to have absorbed all the warmth given to the fragile body by the surrounding magma, and turned red. Then the lightning-shaped scar suddenly cracked open.

The corners of the horn turned into sharp white fangs.

The white skull and milky white brains were no longer visible in the cracks, only the blood-red tongue danced between the fangs.

The red baby began to melt in the equally red ocean.

Just like ice melting into boiling hot water.

The red of the magma turned into the green of moss as the baby melted into it.

The bubbles that gurgled up gradually disappeared.

The bloody mouth on Harry's forehead began to open and close, and the surrounding green liquid was slowly absorbed by it.

As the green liquid slowly disappeared, the fangs and long tongue on the forehead also retreated.

In the end, only the boiler room was intact and Harry Potter, whose half face had turned into a red beast face, was left.

Ryan waved his hand on the cloud, the sea of ​​clouds closed again, and the picture disappeared.

"'Magma' plus that little red monster is the 'dark wizard' potion you mentioned?" Kate also took a sip of 1993 Coke to calm down.

"I thought you were complaining about the mouth on Harry's forehead." Ryan rolled his eyes speechlessly.

Then he continued: "Of course.

Fake potion: requires herbs, insect corpses, animal livers, cauldrons, and wands.

Real potion: magic evolution, memory, and emotions as the guide."

"The scar on Potter's forehead is a mark left by Voldemort, the ugly ghost. I wouldn't be surprised if it turned into an excretory organ behind a human." Kate used the black dragon skin book as a pillow, then lay down again, and continued Ryan's first sentence.

"Also, your trick can't be promoted at all. I'm afraid no one else can do it except you." Kate pouted.