[HP] Walk in Thorns and Flowers

Christo really wanted to keep their mouths shut.She didn't say no, why did she look like a robber.As soon as she arrived at the venue, Christophe saw Hermione and Ron waving to her, forget it, let them go for now——she kicked them both hard, and then obediently turned to the Gryffindor players. go.

Wood was talking to a few senior students, and they also came to try to fly—one was tall and strong, and looked very powerful, and the other was thin and small, and looked very dominant, like a monkey, It's just that his cheeks are a little fleshy.

"Christopher, you must work hard!" Hermione patted her shoulder nervously, and Ron also gave her a thumbs up.Chris nodded more, although she is not interested in the Seeker, but as long as she joins the team, she can slowly figure it out.

"Hey, Wood, we brought the little girl!" Brother Weasley's feet seemed to be no longer painful, and they were shouting happily.

The three Chasers gathered around at once, Angelina was the fastest, squeezed Christo's face, and laughed loudly: "I've wanted to do this for a long time—" Wood coughed behind her Heck, three Chasers quickly cleared a space for him.Christo originally thought that he would have a straight face, no matter how kind the captain is, he would have a serious look.But she was totally wrong—Wood's eyes lit up when he saw it.

"I heard from Ron that in the first flight lesson, you snatched the memory ball from Harry?" Christo tilted her head and thought for a while, it seemed to be the case, but at that time she was obviously far away from the memory ball. Closer than Harry.

"Yes, but..." Before Christo finished speaking, she was dragged to the center of the field, and Wood was too excited to listen to her words.

Fred handed Christo his broom and blinked: "Don't mind, Wood has been crying for the Seeker recently."

"Those two have been flying for two days—because we can't pick which is better." George sighed.

"Okay, the idlers wait to back!" Wood roared angrily, and Christo picked up the broom and backed back involuntarily with the others.Seeing this, Wood stretched out his long arms and grabbed her back.The Weasley brothers snickered.

"Next, I will give ten balls to each of the three of you, and the person who catches the most will join the team."

Christo found that Hermione was looking at her with her hips akimbo, with a threatening look on her face.The first one to play was the tall and strong boy, who caught 5 in total.The second skinny boy had a much better grade than him, catching nine.But it seemed that it was luck, because the first boy quarreled with Wood very unconvinced.Angelina shouted angrily: "Okay, stop arguing, so what if you caught 9, it might not be him!" She pushed Christo forward: "Go, little girl, it must be him!" I'll catch 9 for my sister!" Everyone's eyes fell on Christo.She licked her lips nervously, although she did fly well, but catching the ball—she had seen Cedric catch the golf ball.

"I will try my best!" No matter what you say, you can't lose your momentum first.Christo got on the broom and flew into the sky.The first ball was thrown quickly - it was clear that Wood hadn't put any water in.

"The little girl is really at a disadvantage." Fred curled his lips, "He really took that seriously, look, this is clearly the method he used to train Harry before."

George waved the wooden stick in his hand nonchalantly, and muttered, "So what, Christo has caught it anyway."

Ten balls, with ease.Christo got down from the broom, and Wood could squeeze out water when he looked at her. He patted Christo's shoulder vigorously, and shouted loudly: "Team assembly! Formal training begins now! "

Christophe's arrival was undoubtedly a shot in the arm. That afternoon, the Gryffindor team felt as if they had drunk a felic elixir. Their confidence was high and everything went well.They practiced until dark, and Hermione and Ron called Ernie over.Seeing his younger sister sitting on the broom vigorously, Ernie was very happy to change his old-fashioned appearance.A group of people ate something indiscriminately in the lobby and returned to the common room.The moment Christo climbed in, she was surrounded by everyone, and she almost forgot what happened last night.Wood yelled loudly: "Quiet! Be quiet!" But there were always people who wanted to squeeze towards Christo.

The team members managed to stop the curious crowd, and when they turned around, they found that Christo was no longer there.A senior girl spread her hands and explained that Professor Snape was looking for her.

At this moment, Christo was walking towards the cellar, she really couldn't think of what else Professor Snape had to do.She knocked on the door, walked in, and found Professor Snape's desk piled high with parchments.On the one closest to her, there was a bright red 31.She took a closer look, and her heart immediately sank to the bottom. This is clearly a Defense Against the Dark Arts test paper!

"Good evening, Professor Snape." Christo felt that this week was not going well, she asked cautiously, "What do I need to do?" Professor Snape typed on a test paper with a gloomy face A 59, the quill pen poked a hole in the parchment.Without raising his head, he said impatiently, "Mr. Malfoy is already waiting for you."

Chris breathed a sigh of relief and walked into the laboratory.Malfoy was knocking on the bottles and jars on the table boredly with his wand. He looked at Christo and said in a terrible tone, "You thought you wouldn't be able to get out of the school hospital."

"What's the matter?" Christo just thought he was still angry, ignoring his unhappiness.She stepped forward, feeling that those small bottles looked familiar.

"Hasn't Garlic's conspiracy been exposed by Potter?" Malfoy's tone was sour.Christo shrugged lightly. In her opinion, it wasn't just once or twice that he was jealous of Harry.

"and then?"

"Then, he left a bunch of test papers, and then the professor gave us the potions for the first grade." Malfoy was shocked by her indifference, "He asked us to grade the potions!"

Christo raised her eyebrows: "Oh, I thought it was something that deserved Mr. Malfoy's downfall." She picked up a bottle and smelled it, the smell——

"I almost forgot that you took the third-year exam." Malfoy tapped his magic wand on the table a few times, "The first-year exam is about forgetting potion."

Merlin's socks!Krisdo shook her hand, and the bottle fell, Malfoy quickly caught it, and he glared at Krisdo angrily: "Miss McMillan, you are not much better, please don't add trouble ?"

Christo admits she was wrong.It was rare for the two of them to calm down and discuss it once.Good amnesia potions are always the same, but bad ones can vary.The two picked out the abnormal colors first, and then picked out the smell again.There are a dozen bottles left unmarked on the table.

Christo raised her eyebrows: "You half, I half!" She reached out and swiped away a few bottles.

Malfoy glared at her: "No! I remember you were involved in the garlic incident!" He pushed a few more bottles to Christo.Christo took the potion with some doubts. Today, Mr. Malfoy seems to be extraordinarily gentlemanly. "Thank you." She thought for a long time before uttering this sentence.Malfoy gave her a strange look—could the forgetting potion be so powerful that just smelling it would work?

He looked at Christo while making the antidote, and found that her technique was normal, and she didn't pull anything that should be added, so he was relieved.

"I'll come first." Christo took a sip while holding the small bottle with a look of death on her face.Malfoy looked at her nervously: "How?"

Chris thought for a while: "It tastes a bit sweet."

Malfoy asked viciously, "I'm asking how you feel?"

"It's okay, by the way, why am I here?" Christo looked confused, and Malfoy stuffed the antidote into her hands speechlessly.

Next was Malfoy, who tried the drink. He looked very bad, with a livid face.

"Did you inform Harry and the others last time?" Christo asked triumphantly.

Malfoy's face faded into white all of a sudden: "I don't know!"

Christo regretfully picked up the antidote and was about to pour it down for him, but he finally snorted angrily: "So what!"

"It looks like I can give this guy a score of 59, what do you think, Malfoy?" Christophe looked at the liquid in the small bottle seriously, and Malfoy felt an egg stuck in his throat, what did he say? I can't even say it.But the initiative was in his hands again. He watched Christo try another bottle with a smirk, and then said slowly: "Miss McMillan, do you remember how tall you are?"

"Remember!" Christo said through gritted teeth, "1.4 meters." Fortunately, she has grown a little bit recently.

They tried a few more bottles in a row, and it went well.After all, when the color and smell are consistent, there is little possibility of error.Of course, there are exceptions. At this time, they must study the efficacy of the failed medicine, make the antidote and drink it.

Malfoy originally thought he was taking advantage of the fewer vials, but—he soon discovered that this job was not easy at all.Christo's vigilance is too strong, and every time he has to work hard to get her to drink the antidote—especially, some people's forgetting potions are made too perfectly, and Christo's memory stays in their memory. Malfoy felt like he was asking for trouble during the time when the two hadn't seen each other, no wonder she said thank you then.

Finally, the two of them tossed all the potions and reported the results to Professor Snape.

"Why so long?" Obviously Professor Snape was very dissatisfied.When his eyes swept over the dozens of bottles of potions that had been drunk, he immediately understood. "Don't tell me you two trolls tasted it with your tongue! Your brains have been swallowed up by the test paper, haven't you? Mr. Malfoy, a student of Slater Lee, are you sure you are not asking for a Reckless lion development, do I need to apply to Professor Dumbledore to let you roll to Gryffindor as you wish. And you, Miss McMillan, I thought the talent for potions you showed could be dialed up a bit Rusty cogs in your brain, but it turns out that my thinking was completely wrong, and I have to dig into whether the original judgment is correct-are you a fool who has run out of luck!" He looked angry and wrote on the quill The ink fell on the paper and stained a large piece.Christophe and Draco buried their heads, not daring to breathe.