Hogwarts Wandering Wizard

The four days of continuous rain finally ended, and Hogwarts Castle received a rare breath of fresh air.

Almost all the students saw the blue sky reflected on the ceiling during breakfast. The white clouds dotted on the sky canvas also made everyone's mood more pleasant. Everyone was talking lively. Quidditch.

The news that Gryffindor and Ravenclaw will hold a Quidditch match on Sunday was revealed as early as Wednesday. Incited by this news, students of all grades in the school fell into In a state of excitement, it was difficult for Eric to understand why such a movement full of loopholes could make so many people crazy about it. Even in the corridors in the past two days, when Gryffindor students and Ravenclaws When the students met, the smell of gunpowder was also full.

But at this moment, the first-year Gryffindor students don't have that much leisure to discuss the Quidditch game with others, at least for now.

The reason is that in an hour, everyone will spend two consecutive hours with Snape in the Potions classroom on the basement floor. This is really an unpleasant thing.

Eric didn't have any other expression. At the moment, he was eating breakfast and reading "Intermediate Potion Making" to supplement his knowledge of potions.

Although the formula for the magical elixir has been obtained, the preparation of this potion is quite complex and requires not only superb skills but also precise control over the potion.Moreover, this kind of potion takes a long time to prepare. It takes six months to brew it slowly. In addition, the potion ingredients are expensive. With Eric's current financial resources, he simply cannot afford several failures.

Just as he was carefully checking the contents of the book, the sound of tapping spoons and porcelain kept coming to his ears. Eric frowned and raised his head from the book, looking at the shivering Lee Jordan next to him, speechless. Sighed.

George and Fred, who were sitting in front of them, looked at the black boy's fearful expression and couldn't help but cover their mouths and bend over in laughter.

Ever since Jordan realized yesterday that he was going to face Snape on Friday, he began to experience periodic symptoms of nervousness. He always felt as if someone was watching him from behind, not only during the Charms class, but also when he returned to the school. The same is true in the dormitory. Even when taking a nap in the afternoon, he can suddenly jump out of bed and make alert movements.

It was okay when there were a lot of people, and he could act like a normal person when eating in the common room or auditorium, but once he was in a private environment, he began to act abnormal again.

This morning, the situation became even more intense. When he went downstairs in the morning, it was obvious that he was weak and absent-minded. Even when he stepped over a false step, even though Eric kept reminding him behind him that he Still stepping on him as if he was sleepwalking, in the end the Weasley brothers couldn't see it anymore and lifted him to the left and right to the long table in the auditorium.

"What are you afraid of? As I often say, things have already happened. There is no use regretting. It is better to face challenges bravely like a man."

Eric put a piece of toast on the plate in front of him and made a sandwich for Jordan: "Besides, is Snape the kind of person who will give up torturing you if you beg for mercy?"

Jordan put down the trembling spoon in his hand, blankly took the sandwich from Eric, hesitated for a long time before biting it down, as if a jar had been broken, and encouraged himself: "You're right, Eric, I won’t be afraid anymore!”

He stuffed the two sandwiches into his mouth with big gulps, puffed his cheeks, and raised his fists towards the Weasley brothers opposite who had strange expressions: "Snape is also a human, can he still eat me?" ?”

"I'm afraid, Mr. Jordan, you have misunderstood me a little!" Professor Snape's greasy voice suddenly sounded behind Lee Jordan, and he said slowly: "I am not a cannibal, so I don't care about cannibalism. , wouldn’t be interested.”

Jordan's movements suddenly froze, and he stopped chewing in his mouth. He turned his head one after another and looked at Professor Snape who was standing behind him and staring at him expressionlessly. He sobbed twice. He rolled his eyes and fainted.

Everyone gathered around him in a hurry, scooped out the food from his mouth with spoons, pinched his middle-aged man and patted his chest, and gave him emergency treatment.Snape, on the other hand, glanced at the unconscious little wizard with disdain, shook his head, flicked his cloak, and walked away gracefully, once again completing the achievement of stunning Lee Jordan.

It wasn't until an hour later that Potions class was almost about to begin. Lee Jordan still hadn't recovered yet. He was still lying on the shoulders of the Weasley brothers in a daze, with an expression on his face that said, "I want to die." , they carried him into the Potions classroom on the underground floor.

While everyone's attention was still teasing Lee Jordan, Eric walked to a dilapidated locker in the corner of the Potions classroom, opened the dusty cupboard, and endured the shabby and rotten smell that rushed out. With his breath, he rummaged through it for a long time with the light of the wand, and finally found several torn and old copies of "Advanced Potion Making".

Eric took out all the old books, but before he had time to check which one was the Half-Blood Prince's book, a female voice suddenly sounded from behind him: "Hey, Eric, why are you here?"

He turned around and saw that standing behind him was the Slytherin girl who had been his partner in the previous few classes - Janey Alestana. At this moment, the girl was looking at his hand curiously. Those shabby books.

"Advanced potion making, why are you looking for a book like this?" The girl looked at Eric in surprise as he flipped through two books, then stuffed the third, shabbiest book into his bag, and asked with a puzzled expression: "This But it’s something only students in sixth grade and above can learn.”

Eric shrugged and lied casually and said: "I prefer potions. I can't wait to learn more advanced potion making by myself. I heard that there is this book here, so I stopped by to borrow it."

"But this book is also available in the library!" The girl blinked, seeming to be asking more questions: "Why do you have to..."

Halfway through her words, Snape, dressed in black robes, strode in. Like a big bat with spread wings, he floated to the podium with a gust of wind. Looking at the messy students below, Snape couldn't bear it. After coughing a few times, everyone sat down beside the crucible in an orderly manner.

Eric and Jenny made a gesture, and they each returned to their seats in the academy.

Snape looked at the quiet class below with satisfaction, wrote today's lesson on the blackboard, and independently prepared the hair erecting potion.

But before he turned around and spoke, Lee Jordan, who was sitting next to George, suddenly started shaking like chaff, rolled his eyes and fell to the ground.

Fred slapped his forehead wordlessly, whispered in Eric's ear: "You think this kid Lee Jordan doesn't have Snape phobia, right?"