(HP + Sword 3) Hogwarts school girl’s bound milk

Time flies by so fast, and although I feel a little reluctant to part with it, the short weekend has passed, and even the next week is coming to an end. Walking towards the cellar with Leah and Emily, Ji Ciyuan hesitated a little and slowed down a little, even though he was not discovered by Leah and Emily.

After all, it is different from other subjects. To be honest, for potions, Ji Ciyuan had expectations at the beginning, and was even proud of it. After all, with his talent for the Tian Mending Technique and his sensitivity to the Gu Insects and Gu, there was no reason for him to She would stumble over potions, but obviously her ideas were not comprehensive. She stumbled, but it was still a big stumble. Her potions were never successful, and even her grades were given a pass by Professor Horn because of the color of the potions. Such grades were extremely pitiful in front of this little elite in the Heaven-Mending Technique, but She had no choice. After all, she couldn't brew the potion without touching it. Naturally, she couldn't brew a normal potion either.

"Ayuan!" James saw Ji Ciyuan coming towards them from a distance, and James stretched out his hand to greet them. "Hey, do you want to have a try at the flying lesson tomorrow? I made an agreement with Lemmy and he will help you tutor Brohe in flying." James said, running over in three steps.

Pursing his lips, Ji Ciyuan looked at James with some embarrassment. "Spare me, you've already tried it, haven't you?"

Scratching his head, James obviously knew that his enthusiasm was a bit extraordinary, but to be honest, after knowing that he did not have that talent, he could roughly see it clearly, but after all, he was interested in it, probably because of that little bit of dissatisfaction. Is there any other psychological trouble that he doesn't know about? James thought, turning his head slightly to look at Sirius.

Seeing James' unwillingness, Ji Ciyuan sighed slightly. "Okay, I'll think about it, but right now, we have to go to Potions and the cellar isn't anywhere near here."

"Of course!" After receiving a satisfactory answer, James seemed a lot happier. He put his hand on Sirius's shoulder and cupped his hand in a gentlemanly manner.

Standing in front of the table, Ji Ciyuan pushed Emily, who pretended to be reluctant but actually wanted to fly to Leah, to be the lone wolf in her Potions class with peace of mind. After all, although Crouch had He said he would be her partner in potions, but Ji Ciyuan also knew that after making that potion, the boy who expected to get good grades in potions class would not do it. After all, he had to endure it by himself. You can also get a lot of praise for making potions, although it is not as good as Snape, but if you add yourself, you will probably only get a superficial result every time, just like the potion that day.

She can brew the same taste, the same color, and even the same texture, but the only thing she can't brew is the correct effect.

"But, I still think it's a bit too much..." Emily said, whispering and leaning next to Leah. After all, they are all friends, and Ji Ciyuan has never abandoned them to study magic by themselves, including the transformation that he is not good at. , flying, which Lia was not good at, Ji Ciyuan would try her best to help them, but with the magic potion, they both ran away together.

"A Yuan didn't care, she was happy." Lia said that she had actually told Ji Ci Yuan about this issue, but she always rejected her with a smile, not politely, but sincerely rejecting, after all, just like What she said was that she didn't want their grades to get worse.

"Okay." Emily said, turning around and placing the knife flatly on the table. According to the order in the textbook, it seems that they will try to brew a cold potion this class. If they do well, they will be sent to the hospital wing. Although that spot is almost reserved by Snape of Slytherin, However, she still wanted to try hard.

A few minutes before class, those Slytherins wearing ties were belatedly arriving. After all, unlike them, Slytherin's time was probably hung up on those shiny gold galleons, and he didn't think about it even for a second. wasteful.

Entering from the cellar door, little Barty saw Ji Ciyuan standing behind at a glance. She was easy to recognize, whether it was her long black hair or her figure that was much smaller than theirs. It's hard to imagine that this person is the one who has the power of healing in his fingertips and can fly without relying on a broom. But it's all certain, little Barty thought, as he wrote to his mother over the weekend asking about broomless flying and therapy. Of course, he did not tell his mother the reasons for these things, and just dismissed them out of curiosity. After all, although his mother loved him very much, if his mother knew the source of these problems, it would mean that his father also knew about them. Strangely, little Barty didn't want him to know.

He walked up to Ji Ciyuan and raised his head slightly. He watched Ji Ciyuan look at him with slight confusion, as if he didn't understand why he was standing in front of her.

"From today on, you are my potion partner." Little Barty said, standing next to Ji Ciyuan.

Blinking, Ji Ciyuan looked at little Barty strangely. She didn't understand why he still wanted to be her partner after the last potion class. "You know, it's not a question of cooking, but..."

"Is there a problem with contact?" Little Barty said, reaching out and taking off the gloves on his hands and placing them on Ji Ciyuan's hands. He didn't have a second pair of gloves, so he could give her his own. "These are dragonhide gloves. They can block magic."

Because it had just left its old owner, the glove still had a touch of warmth. Ji Ciyuan looked at Little Barty and pursed his lips, then put the glove on his hand, "If the result this time is still unsatisfactory, I think you can find another partner."

"Of course, that doesn't require thinking." Little Barty said, spreading the book on the table and looking at Professor Horn who had walked in.

Although it was a little inconvenient to wear gloves, after all, she had been soaked in poison for many years and cut countless herbs. This little obstacle did not slow down Ji Ciyuan at all. She quickly prepared the herbs and put them on the shelf. I got up the crucible and got ready to watch Barty Jr.'s performance.

With a touch of heat, Little Barty added the prepared herbs and toad juice bit by bit in order until the end.

After extinguishing the flame under the crucible, Ji Ciyuan did not bottle the potion. After all, he did not know whether it would be useful or the less contact with the potion the better.

Obviously, Little Barty also knew the reason for Ji Ciyuan, so he just poured the potion into the bottle. Even without going to the experiment, Little Barty could see that the potion had the perfect color, smell, and texture, and now only the last step was missing. an item, its efficacy. Turning to look at a few tables away, Snape had also prepared his potion, bottling it and preparing to hand it over.

Unable to wait for the experiment, little Barty walked up and handed the potion to Professor Horn.

"Don't be impatient, I'll take a look at it." Professor Horn said, taking Snape's potion. Not surprisingly, it was a perfect cold potion.

Looking at Snape with some reluctance, Barty could only hope that the potion really had the effect it should have, otherwise the cooperation with the Mudblood would have no meaning at all, and it would even make him want to do it again. Waste more time brewing a potion.

"It looks like you have found your partner." Professor Horn said. He obviously saw the cooperation between Barty Jr. and Ji Ciyuan. Although he was a little surprised, when he thought about it, he understood that Barty Old's status and that of Little Ba Dee's stance was obviously not the same as that of other Slytherins. In fact, if he showed some friendliness towards Muggles, it would actually be beneficial to his father.

"It's just temporary." Little Barty said, obviously he didn't want his name to be put together with a mudblood, even if this mudblood is likely to be his partner in the next few years.

Gently sniffing the smell in the bottle, Professor Horn's inspection was obviously much more careful. After all, compared to Snape, potions that passed through Ji Ciyuan's hands obviously received more attention, from taste to color. Professor Horn tried his best to achieve the final effect at every step, until finally, he gently dripped a drop of the potion from the bottle, then put it on his fingertips and twisted it.

He raised his head slightly. Even though Professor Horn didn't say it, little Barty knew the answer. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and even his brown hair was glowing with a faint golden color as if bathed in the sun.

"A perfect potion. I think Madam Pomfrey will not refuse such a perfect cold potion." Professor Horn said, picking up the quill and making an 'o' on the paper.

Returning to his position with the parchment, Little Barty placed the parchment in front of Ji Ciyuan's eyes and motioned for her to look at it.

Unlike the usual ‘a’ given for the same color, it was a perfect ‘o’. She opened her eyes slightly, fearing that she had misjudged Ji Ciyuan, and even glanced at Little Barty for confirmation. When she received the slightly arrogant look, the corners of her mouth pursed slightly, and finally slowly raised A smile.

"You must not know that this is my first 'o' in Potions class." Ji Ciyuan said, seeming a little excited, and even the hand holding the parchment trembled slightly, the black There was still some moisture on the dragon skin gloves from when he had just skinned the toad, just like those bright eyes.

"Actually, I can imagine." Little Barty said. Obviously, even though this was the second Potions class that Slytherin and Ravenclaw had together, Barty had still heard of Ji Ciyuan. of reputation. So even though this Mudblood looked so sentimental, he still pursed his lips and said nothing, silently enduring her holding the parchment and smiling softly.

Well, actually, it's not that unbearable.

"No, you don't know what this means to me." Ji Ciyuan said, this does not represent her magic. After all, except for cutting the potion herself, little Barty did the rest. This represents her past, her nostalgia, the hot air in the crucible is like the warm air in the cauldron, and the success of the cauldron of Chinese medicine is just like the success of this potion.

After class, Leah and Emily immediately ran to Ji Ciyuan's side to congratulate her on her first 'o' in Potions class.

"Thank you. If it weren't for your help, I would never have been able to get such an 'o'." Ji Ciyuan said, using his handkerchief to wipe off the moisture on his gloves, and then handed them to little Barty.

"This is for you, just as a meeting gift from me to my potion partner." Little Barty said, without taking over the gloves, he just took his book on the table, turned around and walked out of the cellar.

"Wait a minute." Ji Ciyuan said. She held the pair of gloves, walked quickly to Barty Jr., and handed a pair of silver finger gloves to Barty Little.

The finger cots were shining silver, and he could even see the sharpness of the fingertips. Obviously, this was a pair of finger cots that had not been used. And because it is not closed, this pair of finger cots can probably be used for a long time as long as it is not broken. Although it is only a Muggle thing, little Barty has to admit that this thing is actually very useful, whether it is self-defense or...

Without any hesitation, little Barty took the finger cot and looked at Ji Ciyuan, looking the mudblood up and down. Of course, he did not say it out loud. Even in Slytherin, he was called Muggleborn. After all, as a Damn old Barty's son, even if he's just pretending, he has to look friendly.

Cutting off his sudden thoughts, little Barty looked at Ji Ciyuan. Unlike them, Ji Ciyuan was like a shrunken human being. Everything was petite, with skin as delicate as milk and bright dark purple eyes. Although she is a Mudblood, little Barty has to admit that neither her outer appearance nor her inner possible abilities are an ordinary Muggle.

He would not miss a benefit that was in front of him, and certainly would not reject the hand of friendship that was put in front of him, so he reached out his hand in deep thought and raised his head slightly.

"Barty Crouch Jr.," he said, although his tone was still arrogant, but with a little gentleness. "I give you permission to call me Barty."

Smiling lightly, Ji Ciyuan looked at the hand and shook it even though she was not used to it. After all, it was Western etiquette, and she would not refuse a hand extended to her. "Ci Yuan Ji, just call me A Yuan."

"Of course, A Yuan." Little Barty said, turned and left the cellar.