Hogwarts snake in the mist

in the training room.

"The door is locked this time, so there shouldn't be any accidents." Since the last Draco incident, Eric has had a psychological shadow on the door lock of the training room.

I'm afraid that one day, even though it's locked, there will be another sound of the door being opened behind me.Fortunately, nothing unexpected happened until he left this time.

"I finally learned the Vadivasi curse today." It took him three nights to finally master this curse.

"This is a magic spell learned by a second or third grader. How difficult is it to learn the magic spells of higher grades?"

Eric inexplicably thought of the scene where he would spend time in the training room every day in the future.

"No, I still have potion mixing to practice, and my old godmother." It seemed quite leisurely at first, but now it seems that there is not enough time at all.

"We can only reduce the time for socializing."

There's flying lessons next Thursday, with Gryffindor.Eric came back from the training room and saw the notice on the bulletin board in the Slytherin common room.

"You must be very happy to be in class with Gryffindor. Gryffindor's lackey" a high-pitched voice sounded at an inappropriate time.It's Pansy, the girl with the short hair.

Eric didn't say anything, didn't even pause, and left her side directly.It's boring to be angry with a little kid, and now his time is already very tight.

"Hahahahahahaha, he's so clueless."

"Why don't you get out of here, Gryffindor's lackey?"

"Why would a scum like him belong to us Slytherin?"

The sarcasm grew louder.

Suddenly, Eric raised his head and looked at the three or two people who were laughing at him.

A thought crossed his mind whether he should shut them up forever.The aura cultivated by years of fighting was invisibly released.

"You" Pansy's words were blocked. His eyes were too calm. He looked at them as if he was looking at a group of dead people.

Everyone seemed to be grabbed by the throat, and the entire Slytherin common room became silent.

There was an extremely oppressive silence, and Eric stood up directly. The sound of the chair being pulled out was particularly loud in the common room.

He walked toward the group, and every step he took seemed to step on their hearts.How could Eric have such a terrifying aura? Pansy began to regret, regretting why she provoked him.

"Miss Parkinson, your silent look is much more beautiful than before." A smile appeared on Eric's face, "You are right, I am Gryffindor's lackey."

he left.The risks and rewards are not equal, and he will not do such stupid things.

Everyone in the common room breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

"Who does he think he is?" Pansy said, but her trembling legs and pale face revealed the fear in her heart.

She would never forget the feeling that her heart was about to explode.The smiling black-haired boy standing in front of her is a devil

After this incident, almost most of the Slytherin students would take a detour when they saw him.The title of Gryffindor's lackey and Slytherin's scum quickly disappeared.

But that's fine, as it saves Eric the time and energy to deal with their teasing and bullying.This is probably another way to get rid of it once and for all.

Eric didn't have much interest in flying lessons.He didn't want to play Quidditch, and broomsticks served no purpose other than transportation, or so he thought.

Once on the broomstick, there is no hand to hold the wand, which means that when Eric is attacked, he can only rely on flying to avoid the spell, and he cannot fight back.

He hates the feeling of being passively beaten. Eric prefers to take the initiative and strike first.

Next Thursday will come soon, and by this time Eric has mastered at least three kinds of spells.He learned all about petrification and fainting.

Both of these are control spells, and they are much simpler than the attack-oriented Wadi Wasi spell. It took a total of four nights to learn them with the talent bonus.

He planned to go to the Forbidden Forest. In order to avoid a head-on conflict with magical creatures and be discovered and caught by Hagrid, Eric prioritized learning the control spell.

"My current magic capacity should be able to release two Wadi Wasi spells in succession. If I control the spells, the shadow energy of four shadow cores can give shadow buffs to four spells. It is enough."

Eric sensed the magic power capacity of his body and the shadow energy in the shadow core, and estimated this figure based on the magic power spent on normal training.

"Okay, what are you all waiting for?" Ms. Huo Qi said sternly, "Everyone stand next to a broomstick. Quick, quick, hurry up."

Ms. Huo Qi's voice pulled Eric back, who was still thinking about going to the Forbidden Forest.In the flying class, Eric's performance was not outstanding, so he just followed the instructions of the professor.

Poor Neville had another accident. He jumped so high that he fell and broke his wrist.Then there was the conflict between Draco and Harry about the memory ball, which made Harry successfully pretend to be cool in front of everyone.

If Eric is allowed to get the memory ball, he will hide it quietly and wait until one day when his family uses an owl to bring him something or a letter, then he will take it out and treat it as if it is sent to him by his family.

Then he used it openly in front of everyone. If Neville asked, he would say it was sent from his home.If you don't need it, you can give it to Neville as a favor.

Unfortunately, the memory ball is a key prop to trigger the plot. Eric didn't want to attract too much attention during the flying lesson, so he had to give up this prop that could gain favor.

"Look, this is the person you are trying so hard to please. He is leaving now and has been expelled from Hogwarts." Draco said to Eric in the crowd with a smirk.

"So it's time for you to make your own choice again?" He walked up to Eric.

That conversation on the train stuck in Draco's mind.He didn't believe that a pure-blood wizard would fail, and he saw that Eric and Harry had such a good relationship.

This aroused Draco's fighting spirit. He wanted to prove that Eric was wrong. He wanted to let Eric know who the friends were worth making.

"Draco" Pansy whispered from behind, trying to stop him, but Draco had already walked in front of Eric before she could finish speaking.

Eric thought for a few seconds and determined that Draco didn't know what happened that night, so he smiled like he had in the common room before.

There was a low cry from the crowd, and everyone including Pansy quietly took a few steps back. This smile once again brought back their horrific memories.

"Draco, it seems that you are indeed better than Harry." A smile of victory appeared on Draco's face, and Eric finally wanted to admit that he was wrong.

"I am happy to be friends with you. We are friends. However, I will still stand on Harry's side."

Why was he a little surprised. "Why am I not as good as Harry?" Draco couldn't help but ask.

"No, you're fine. It's just that I'm used to deciding how important a friend is to me based on their availability."