snake catcher

"Mel!" The Dark Lord said in a serious and earnest tone, "From what I know, you are definitely not a cruel child who has no sense of killing!"

Mel breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this, "Okay, okay, I'll tell you the reason!" Then Mel described to the Dark Lord her feelings and disgust at that time in detail.

"You smelled decay when the dementors came? But no one has ever smelled something when the dementors came!" The Dark Lord became interested in Mel's description.

"Yes!" Mel rubbed his temples, "But I just smell that rotten soul, I feel like an endless enemy to the dementors, and their existence makes me feel uncomfortable. "

Hearing this, the Dark Lord became excited, "Mel, the dementors won't leave Hogwarts until they capture Sirius, right?"

"Hmm!" Mel wondered why the old wizard was so excited?

"Mel approach them!"

"What?" Mel almost jumped up, "Don't even think about it! That smell makes me sick just thinking about it, and you let me get close to them again?"

"Mel, you can smell that smell, there must be a reason! Don't you want to know the reason?" The Dark Lord tempted Mel evilly.

"Uh, I'm quite curious!" Mel replied honestly.

"Your sense of magic is different from Mel, maybe the closer you are, the more you can discover the weakness of the dementor?" The Dark Lord's voice was as sweet and silky as chocolate.

"You're right!" Mel nodded into the air, "I should find out the truth!"

"Okay! Okay! Mel, I'm waiting for your good news!" The Dark Lord smiled with satisfaction, and briskly turned off the headset.

Mel turned off the headset, and scratched his head inexplicably, feeling something was wrong, and it was only serious to go to bed.

This year will be a disaster year!

Why was Potions her first class of the new school year?

Why did Snape teach her Potions?

"This year is a very important year!" Professor Snape spoke as coldly and bluntly as usual, "because the O.W.Ls exams are held at the end of the next semester, and those of you who didn't get 'excellent' in the exams will not come into my classroom to study. And some—”

Speaking of which, Snape stopped, and glanced at Mel who was sitting at the end, "The silverfish who got to the fifth grade with a little cleverness, will not corrupt my classroom after the exam, I am very lucky for that! "

In the corner, Mel's head was full of black lines, and he grimaced at the back of Snape who was striding towards the podium, trying to get rid of her?no way!

"Do you think I spent so much time brewing potions during the summer vacation for fun? Let's wait and see!" Mel thought proudly, and at the same time secretly decided to practice potions in the Forbidden Forest this year!

However, Mel's good mood was quickly ruined by Professor Flitwick of the Charms class.

When the little Professor Flitwick blushed and told Mel that if she wanted to pass the O. W． If you take the Ls exam, it will be wishful thinking!

Mel's face was also red, the spell she released was so lethal and the changes were so weird that even the Dark Lord couldn't do anything about it!

In the Transfiguration class, Professor McGonagall also pointed out that O. W． The importance of the Ls exam, fortunately she didn't order Mel.

"Professor McGonagall is the best!" Mel was grateful.

But she grinned at the corner of her mouth for a class, and bent down when she received a small note from Professor McGonagall after class, "Miss Dalton, I have to be frank, if you only rely on your written test scores, you are Those who can’t pass the exam! Please think carefully about your future!”

"My future?" Holding the note, Mel fell into deep thought, "Professor McGonagall means that if I can't use magic smoothly, then living in the wizarding world is the choice I have to make, right? Wizards The Squib of the world? This looks like Filch, he is so old, how about I take over his job and become the new generation of female administrator of Hogwarts?"

"Oh, no!" Maybelle Dalton was wearing old overalls, hunched over, panting and chasing after those mischievous children, her dizzy old eyes were full of red bloodshot eyes, she looked at them angrily. Two little red-haired boys running away like rabbits shouted sharply and hoarsely: "Next time you will be put in confinement! Two little bastards!"

"Mel! Mel!" Fred shook Mel, his voice a little aggrieved, "We haven't offended you recently!"

"Huh?" Mel stared blankly at the twins, a little confused.

"That's right, it's a bit too much to call us bastards!" George clenched the struggling South American dragon's claw tightly in his hand, his voice a little hoarse.

"Who scolded you?" Mel glanced at Professor Sprout in front of the greenhouse, and lowered his voice to argue!

"Then who were you talking about just now?" George felt better when he heard Mel's words, and cut the struggling dragon's claw to pieces.

"Who is scolding?" Mel was at a loss, what was she doing just now?It seemed that he was worried about what would happen to Filch when he became old.

"You still say!" Mel glared at the twins, "Discipline and discipline your sons in the future! Cut!"

After speaking, Mel glared at the twins viciously, grabbed the dragon claw in Fred's hand, turned around, squatted with his back to the twins, and cruelly abused the plant in his hand.

The yelled twins looked at each other, how could it be their fault?

"George?" Fred touched George's arm nervously, "Don't you feel that Mel's mood is not normal?"

"So you've discovered it too?" George looked at Fred exaggeratedly. "I thought it was only discovered. I heard that girls of this age are emotionally unstable for a few days every month!"

"Yes!" Fred ruthlessly planted the amputated dragon's claw vegetable into the flower pot, "Because of lack of blood, his face is pale and his temper is very strong! And..."

"He loves to swear!" George took over, "I don't know if the 'hemostatic bean' we invented will work or not!"

"Why don't we let Mel try?" Fred's head was flexible, and he quickly understood what George meant.

Although he was carrying them behind his back, Mel, who had been eavesdropping, was blushing all the time. What about girls using 'hemostatic beans'?Thankfully they figured it out.

Merlin, don't let the twins come over!What a shame!

"Mel?" Fred put his hand on Mel's shoulder. "I……"

"Ah—I don't want to eat it!" Mel's scream ran through the greenhouse, startling the dragon claw vegetables to escape from the students' clutches, and started a self-defense counterattack.There were screams in the greenhouse.

Finally, Professor Sprout's unbearable scream: "Dalton, Weasley, get out!"

"I blame you all!"

The three people standing outside the greenhouse blamed each other and stared at each other with wide eyes.

Three minutes later, the three of them burst out laughing. Mel laughed and wiped away the tears from his sore eyes, "I haven't been kicked out by the professor for a long time!"

It is class time now, and the outside of Hogwarts is quiet. The afternoon sun slantly shines on the pointed towers, covering the castle with a layer of gold powder. The green lawn in front of the castle extends into the deep lake. Under the sunlight, it glows pink-green and colorful light.

Mel took a deep breath of the fragrance of the grass intoxicated, she made a silent gesture like the twins, and stopped talking for fear of breaking the quiet and peaceful beauty.

The author has something to say: those who dive in the deep sea, come out and see the sunshine!