All things are three at Hogwarts

"Oh, is this what you said to him?" Ron asked in disbelief.

"What do you mean? You were there at the time...you heard me." Harry's tone became urgent.

"I heard you speaking in Parseltongue," said Ron, "the language of snakes. Anything you say is possible. No wonder Justin was so frightened. It sounded like you were egging on the snake. Yeah. That’s creepy, you know?”

Harry felt at a loss for words. He didn't even realize that he was speaking in Parseltongue, and no one else could understand what he said!

"It turns out that Harry did not mean to harm Justin. The snake was angered by Professor Lockhart's spell and wanted to attack Justin. After Harry spoke, the snake It's true that he didn't attack Justin again." Alan pointed out the facts clearly, and Harry looked at him with gratitude.

Being trusted and understood is the happiest thing in the world when you are misunderstood!

The next day, I don’t know when, pieces of snowflakes drifted through the windows of the castle, flying one after another, flying freely between the sky and the earth.

Allen stretched out his hand from the tower window, and the snow fell on his warm palm, melted instantly, and then slowly evaporated.

"Do you want to keep that piece of snow?" Penello's voice suddenly appeared in Allen's ears.

"Yes." What Allen said casually was instantly turned into reality by Penelo.

"Quickly Freeze!" Waving her wand, Penello leaned out more than half of her body from the window, stretched out her left hand, and turned the snowflakes flying above her palm into snowflake-shaped ice flakes, which fell into her hand.

Sure enough, it didn't melt! Allen actually thought that the girl at this moment was a bit handsome.

But Allen, who was a bit old-fashioned, his second subconscious reaction was to stick his head out to see if anyone was passing by below to avoid being hit on the head by falling ice flakes.

Allen was quite embarrassed to see Penello's suddenly constipated expression.

In desperation, Allen pulled out his wand and used the freezing spell and the transformation spell. Countless snowflakes turned into ice flakes, condensed together, and twisted into an open, transparent glass bottle.

Allen motioned to Penello to put the snowflakes into the glass bottle turned from the snowflakes, and then froze the mouth of the bottle. Passed it to Penello again.

The crystal snowflakes bloom quietly in the glass bottle, just like Penello at this moment. A few crystal snowflakes fell on her soft golden hair, and her snowy skin and red lips were astonishingly beautiful.

The next day, the snow that had started falling overnight turned into a violent blizzard. The little wizards in Ravenclaw are very envious of Gryffindor. Due to the weather, Gryffindor's last Herbology class of the semester was cancelled.

Professor Sprout had to put socks and scarves on Mandrake. This was a task that needed to be treated with caution, and she did not trust others to do it. Now, it is crucial to let the mandrake grow up quickly and save the lives of the petrified people.

And Ravenclaw's last class was Potions class... It was snowing and raging outside, and the basement was dark and cold.

What made the young wizards of Ravenclaw even colder was that Professor Snape threatened that anyone who couldn't boil the real swelling potion would either stay here and boil the potion, or try the real swelling potion.

As for the antidote to the swelling potion - Swelling Potion, don't even think about it, it was already used up by Gryffindor and Slytherin students in the last class.

As usual, there were twenty crucibles standing between wooden tables in the basement, with copper scales and jars of ingredients on the table.

Professor Snape walked back and forth in the smoke, rudely criticizing the work of the young wizards.

Swelling potion is really simple for several Ravenclaws who are good at potions, let alone Allen. He easily completed grinding dried nettles, pufferfish eyes and other medicinal materials, and then put these medicinal powders into Heat the crucible over medium heat for 20 seconds, then wave the wand and wait for the potion to brew and mature before proceeding to the next step.

Edward's swelling potion was too dilute, and he was always unsure of the amount of potion. Professor Snape stopped next to him and laughed at his watery soup.

Edward did not dare to contradict him at all, and continued to fight against his potion. Because he knew that if he dared to talk back or showed resentment, he would be immediately deducted points or even put in solitary confinement. He could not even shout "Unjust", otherwise the punishment would be aggravated. In fact, Edward had golden brown eyes. I don't know why I incurred Snape's resentment.

However, the potion that Edward had finally prepared went wrong when Edward applied the spell.

Perhaps because of his impatience when he was fighting these medicinal ingredients, and because Professor Snape had been sarcastic and sarcastic around him, Edward felt resentful. He waved his wand too far, and actually caused the crucible in front of him to explode - an explosion. The scope was clearly greater than the disaster caused by Neville Gryffindor.

His soup exploded and poured onto the whole class. Even Professor Snape behind him was not immune.

Even Allen could only block his face and head in time, and the backs of his hands were hit.

Everyone screamed under the attack of the splashing swelling potion. Some had their faces poured over, and their noses swelled up like balloons; some covered their eyes with their hands and stumbled around, their eyes swollen as big as lunch plates; some had their hands swollen into little pumpkins and laughed, Keep whining.

Professor Snape was so close to Edward that he was caught off guard and his Roman-style aquiline nose swelled into a peach!

Edward was in the worst condition. His face was swollen and deformed, like a dead body that had been soaked in water for countless days. Even his eyes were so swollen that he could not open them.

Big-nosed Professor Snape tried desperately to silence everyone. "Quiet, quiet! Don't you want to recover?"

Allen looked at Snape and ignored the pain on the back of his hand. He couldn't help but think, "Voldemort might need this potion..."

Since Professor Snape explained before the class that there was no anti-swelling agent, everyone had to endure the pain and inconvenience, put the unfinished potion in the crucible on hold, and learn to make the anti-swelling agent first.

Allen did not remove his crucible. He reluctantly added a portion of bat viscera to the crucible quickly, stirred it counterclockwise four times, heated it at low temperature for 30 seconds, waved his wand, completed the preparation of the swelling potion, and poured the potion into it. into the medicine bottle.

After looking at the busy movements of the students around him, Allen quickly cleaned the crucible and processed the medicinal materials for making the anti-swelling potion. Such a large pot was enough to treat everyone in the class.

Shortly after Professor Snape's potion was completed, Alan also completed his anti-swelling potion.

The little wizards ignored the potions in front of them and crowded towards Allen's table, trying to eliminate their own swelling.

After everyone drank the antidote and all kinds of swelling subsided, Professor Snape walked up to Edward while touching his nose unnaturally, "Twenty points from Ravenclaw, because you It’s my fault, almost the whole class suffered!”

Glancing at Allen, he continued, "Harris acted quickly and successfully made the swelling potion and anti-swelling agent. Ten points for Ravenclaw!"

"Except for Harris, get out of class is dismissed. You, please make the swelling potion successfully before leaving the classroom!" The little wizards cleaned the crucible again dejectedly and brewed the potion again.