Snakes at Hogwarts

"Getting smaller quickly"

"Hiss~ Boss, what did you do so cool?"

"Don't worry, it's not over yet, get bigger quickly"

"Wow"

"Do you want to experience this feeling, Ivar?"

"Hiss~ what do you mean?"

"Hey hey hey, you'll know it soon, get smaller quickly"

"Help, kill the snake"

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In a clean, bright room, Andros was practicing magic with concentration.

He waved his wand as taught in the spell book and muttered something in his mouth.

And his snake pet Ivar played the tragic role of a living target due to his unfortunate friendship.

This is one of the many guest rooms on the second floor of the Leaky Cauldron. You didn't expect that there would be such a scene on the first floor of the dark and dirty Leaky Cauldron.

The room is not very big, but everything is well taken care of.A large bed that looks very comfortable, a few pieces of oak furniture that look very period, and a mirror that will remind you whether you are dressed appropriately.

At this moment, Andros was lying on the bed, holding a wand in his hand. There were several unclosed magic books beside him. In addition, a small snake almost as long as a wrist and as thick as a thumb was looking at him. The bed was fluttering in panic.

It desperately wanted to escape from Andros, but the latter just waved his magic wand gently, and an invisible force instantly wrapped up the fleeing little snake. Driven by this force, Andros He lifted the little snake into the air very easily.

"Yuga~Dimlevi~O~Sa, this spell is very simple." Andros whistled proudly.

He soon discovered that casting those first-year spells was not very difficult. He practiced many of the spells in the original books, such as the shrinking spell and the levitating spell.

Perhaps due to his extraordinary talent, he only needed a few exercises to master these simple spells.

And, more interestingly, Ivar was particularly fond of this wand made of snakewood.

After shrinking in size, what it likes to do most is to wrap around the wand, looking like some kind of strange decoration.

"Hiss, hiss~ Put me down quickly"

"Okay, don't be nervous. Haven't you always found magic interesting, Ivar?" Andros, who had come back to his senses, looked at Ivar floating in the air with some amusement.

"But when you're in it, you don't think so."

In order to take care of the little snake's emotions, Andros interrupted the transmission of magic power. Ivar, who was floating in the air and still struggling, seemed to have lost his support and fell on an open book with a snap.

"It hurts so much, hissssssss~"

A few days had passed since Professor McGonagall's last visit. After that day, Andros came to this simple tavern again soon.

Relying on the good impression he left on Old Tom at the beginning, coupled with his excellent eloquence and suggestions for the fine decoration of the first floor of the Leaky Cauldron, he successfully obtained a waiter job from Old Tom.

You can use magic freely, take care of food and accommodation, and you are paid six silver coins a day, not counting tips.

For an 11-year-old wizard who grew up in the Muggle world and first entered the magical world, this is already a pretty good job.

Of course, Old Tom didn't know that there was a monster nearly eight meters long and weighing nearly sixty kilograms beside Andros.

Otherwise, he would not accept Andros to work here unless he was old enough.

"Hiss~ Boss, don't say it. This feeling is really amazing. It feels like the world has become bigger all of a sudden."

As is the case with many things, the scariest thing is often the first time.

After experiencing the initial fright, Ivar quickly became immersed in the wonderful world brought about by magic.

"You need to get used to this feeling as soon as possible, Ivar. When you get to Hogwarts, you will have to maintain this state for a long time.

If you are discovered by others, you will be in big trouble, both for me and for you. "

"Okay, okay, you've told me this many times~"

"I'm just reminding you that it's not a place for you to do mischief."

Before he finished speaking, Old Tom's voice, amplified by the amplifying spell, came from under the floor in the room.The shock made the carpet in the room jump.

"Andros, stop playing and come down to work."

This is the magic of magic. With the help of a loud voice, an old man in his seventies or eighty can also make such a powerful roar.

"The voice is loud. I'll come down as soon as I know." Putting the wand against his throat, Andros roared downwards with all his strength. He waved his hand and motioned for Ivar to climb onto his hand.

The latter wrapped around Andros's forearm very obediently, looking like a beautifully shaped dark green bracelet.

"Still the same old rules, keep quiet while I'm working, stay on my arm, and don't get into trouble."

"Hiss, hiss~ Don't worry, boss."

After one last glance around the room, Andros looked in the mirror, put on his contact lenses, put away his wand and walked out. His job here was very easy, and he only had to do some beatings for Old Tom every day.

"Good morning, Andros." A stumbling voice remembered in Andros's ear.

When Andros came to the corridor outside the room, a middle-aged wizard with a purple turban on his head just walked out of another room not far away.

The wizard was about 30 years old, and his pale face always had a panicked expression, as if he had just experienced something terrible.

"Good morning, Professor Quirrell." Andros greeted the wizard in front of him with a calm expression.

Yes, he had already met the villain of the first year a few days ago.

A tragic figure who is about to sacrifice his life for the Dark Lord's evil cause, this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Quirinath Quiro.

At this point in time, Quirrell has successfully applied for the equally tragic position of Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts.

I really don't know what Dumbledore was thinking.

Are you ready to close the door and beat the dog?

To be honest, when he learned that Quirrell lived next door to him, Andros was so scared that he didn't lose his breath.

Merlin's underwear, what international joke are you kidding?

Even if he doesn't understand the plot, he still knows what the name Quirrell represents now.

An ugly face without a nose is now stuck to the back of his head.

In the first few days when he moved to the Leaky Cauldron, Andros lived in fear almost every day. Every night, he didn't even dare to go out to use the toilet, for fear of catching the two of them plotting and getting lunch.

No matter how weak Voldemort is, it is easy to kill a young wizard who has just entered the magical world, not to mention that he has a loyal thug.

But gradually, Andros's worried heart gradually relaxed, because he discovered that Quirrell had no interest in him and did not put his thoughts on him at all.

After his observation, Quirrell's daily lifestyle was very fixed. He would either leave the Leaky Cauldron early and stay in Diagon Alley until late, or he would order a drink and go to the Leaky Cauldron. The innermost corner sits all day.

Andros discovered that as long as he did not take the initiative to die, Quirrell would not pay attention to him at all, and his impression of him would only remain as a freshman working in the Leaky Cauldron bar who had not yet entered school.

After discovering that Quirrell was now a good and harmless baby, Andros gradually became more courageous. He pretended to be very curious and looked at Quirrell's turban.

"Don't you feel hot wearing a headscarf every day?"

"It doesn't matter. This is a very valuable gift." Quirrell obviously didn't want to say anything more. He grinned at Andros and then walked down the stairs quickly.

"Nice acting." Watching Quirrell disappear, Andros couldn't help but murmured in a low voice.

If he hadn't understood some of the plot, he might really have been deceived by Quirrell's superb acting skills.

"Hiss~ Boss, did you feel anything familiar when that person passed by you just now?" Ivar's voice came from Androsdu's robe.

"No, what's wrong?"

"Hiss~ Every time he passes by me, I can feel a familiar feeling. That feeling is a bit like the first time I met you. Tell me, will he also understand the snake language? ~”

"Maybe. From now on, you are not allowed to talk when that person is around. Remember?"

After warning Ivar, Andros also walked down the wooden spiral staircase.

"Ender, come here and help, the bacon is going to burn."

"I'm coming."

Driving into the kitchen, Andros started today's work.

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"Good morning, Ender."

"Here you go, Hermione, wait a moment, I'm a little busy right now."

After that day, Andros kept in touch with Hermione. After learning that the former was working in the Leaky Cauldron, the little witch often ran here alone, happily ordered a glass of butterbeer, and sat down in the Leaky Cauldron. one day.

Her home is in London, so it's not too far from here.

"How did you master the spell I taught you last time?"

"I've learned it a long time ago. I've been reading Modern History of Magic recently. This book is really interesting." Hermione pointed to the books spread out on the table.

"Do you want to see it?"

"Next time, I can't get away right now." Andros declined. He had no interest in the history of wizards.

"I plan to go to Flourish and Blotts Bookstore later to read the Curse and the Counter-Curse. Do you want to go with me?"

"Of course."

"Good morning, Old Tom." Just as Andros and Hermione were whispering at the bar, a rough voice came from the door.

Andros raised his head and saw a figure that could be said to completely cover the sky.

It was a giant who seemed to be at least four or five meters tall, with shaggy black hair and an equally strong beard, which made him look as rough as a savage.

The giant in front of him was wearing a coat made of the fur of an unknown animal. It had many pockets. The coat was definitely tailor-made for him. Andros even felt that the coat was wider than the quilt on his bed. .

"Merlin's high heels"

"Good morning, Hagrid, do you still follow the old rules?" Tom, the bar owner, walked up very naturally. Obviously, the giant in front of him was also a frequent visitor to the Leaky Cauldron.

"No, Tom, I'm running errands for Hogwarts." The giant named Hagrid puffed out his chest proudly. His voice was so loud, it was like a permanently blessed amplifying spell.

Is this Hagrid?

That's it for half-blood giants. So, how big should a pure-blood giant be?

"After so many years, have you finally realized that you need to keep the shop tidy?" Hagrid patted Tom on the shoulder.

It could be seen that he had tried his best to control his strength, but he still hit Tom and staggered.

"Are you sending me to see Merlin, Hagrid?"

While rubbing his shoulders, Old Tom pointed to Andros not far away.

“Thanks to that kid, he gave me a lot of good advice.”

Although it has only been a few days, the Leaky Cauldron has changed drastically compared to when Professor McGonagall visited.

The clean and tidy tabletops made many old customers who were accustomed to the dirty and messy appearance of the Leaky Cauldron even feel uncomfortable for a while.

Although the lighting in the lobby on the first floor is still so bad, at least it will not give those Muggle wizards who have just arrived here the urge to turn around and leave.

"Remember this place well, Harry. You will have to come here alone in the next semester." Hagrid turned around and said behind him.

Only then did Andros notice that there was this thin figure behind Hagrid, looking curiously at the surrounding decorations.

The giant's body was so huge that people subconsciously ignored the thin figure beside him.

It was a thin and small boy, wearing a set of fat and big old clothes, which were tattered and patched.The boy has messy black hair, and long bangs that almost cover his emerald green eyes.

He was wearing a pair of glasses, but they were not new. There were circles of tape on the temples and frames.

His eyes subconsciously focused on Andros and Hermione not far away, because they were the only people in the Leaky Cauldron who looked similar to him in age.

Andros was also watching the boy quietly. Their eyes briefly met in the air, but Harry quickly looked away in panic.

Is that Harry Potter?

The story is finally about to begin, and I don’t know what role I will play in this story.