HP Dawn Night

"Vio, you didn't dry the beetles..."

I mechanically pounded the beetle in the mortar, ignoring the hints from the eyes several times in a row.Until Draco kicked me hard.When I came back to my senses, my father's face was already very ugly, and Draco looked at me with a sympathetic expression.

what?

My brain was still in a semi-sluggish state, and I numbly looked down at the beetles that were already horrible.I was almost on the verge of crying.For this manipulation process, the requirements in the book are——

A spoonful of fresh beetles is steamed to remove the juice, dried over a fire and pounded into a powder

Merlin!I shivered a bit, not daring to look up.

My father waved his wand with a livid face, and the mortar in front of me immediately became clean.

"Redo!" My mistake was so stupid that I didn't want to say anything, my father was obviously angry, and he almost growled, "Draco, don't let me see you sneaking like those Gryffindors again Make small moves!"

I sighed silently, picked up a small spoon and dug out a spoonful of live beetles.

Blame the damn book!

I spent the whole night staying up late to flip through "Game of Death", and then stuffed it back into the bookcase when my father didn't find it. Fell asleep standing up.

When I think of this, my face turns red with embarrassment. Who can believe it?

Even though I spent the night on that shitty book, it didn't do me much.That book was so obscure that it gave me a headache just to flip through it.I strongly suspect that some of the magic written on it was used by medieval wizards!

I huffed and steamed the beetles, then fished them out to drain.

"Godfather," Draco called after a moment, "I'm done."

My father went over to check his swelling potion, while I carefully roasted the beetle.I thought about how to make up for the mistakes I made just now.

Maybe some cute little tricks in potions?

I thought about it and felt that this is a feasible method.

Hmm... anti-swelling potion, antidote to swelling potion.Add some hellebores?That might be too mediocre.I have to think of a novel way.

At this time, my father had just finished teaching Draco that his potion was "nearly perfect", the only problem was that the beetles were not evenly baked.

Meanwhile, I toss the beetles in the ladle to flip them over and roast them on the other side, thinking fast.

"It's a good idea, but it's not so good if you accidentally let the beetle fall out." Dad said as he walked behind me.I answered calmly:

"That would never happen to me."

My tone was very confident, but my father gave me a suspicious look.Draco made a grimace, I squeezed the handle of the spoon secretly, I believe this little golden dragon will always remind me of my embarrassment today!At least up to a year!

That's abominable!

In order to avenge my shame, I decided to take a chance.

Add the beetles to the pot one at a time, and after stirring twelve times clockwise, I let it simmer while weighing one-seventh of an ounce of wormwood, chopped it up, added it to the pot, stirred well, and let it simmer for a few minutes , at the end I add a small piece of fresh balbo tuber and give it a stir counterclockwise three times.

"I'm fine too."

After filling out a bottle of samples, I said to my father.Father and Draco had been watching my process while I was operating just now.

The pus of the balbo tuber has a remarkable effect on getting rid of stubborn acne, and while the fresh balbo tuber is not so caustic, I thought it might do something wonderful.As for wormwood, on the one hand, it can disinfect and relieve itching, reduce the side effects of swelling, and on the other hand, it can well neutralize the pungent smell of babo tubers.All that said, I think my way should work if nothing unexpected happens.

Father scooped up a spoonful of the potion, first observing its color and steam, as usual, and then checking its smell.After adding wormwood, the potion turned into a light green color that is still pleasing to the eye, but the specific effect has to be judged by a true potion master.

"Brave innovation." Father commented as I wished, and said to Draco and me at the same time, "We will be exposed to swelling potions this school year, and you can already brew its antidote very well, so I sincerely hope that you will not disappoint me."

I secretly raised my eyebrows at Draco: Well, after all, you are still inferior to me in Potions.

"Now you can go upstairs to read books or do your homework. We will go out in the afternoon." My father's tone was the same as usual, which made me almost miss the point of this sentence.

"Get out?" Draco suddenly became excited, "Where is it, Godfather?"

Although I didn't say it, I also conveyed my desire through my sincere eyes.But my father didn't buy our account at all:

"That's not a question you should bother with. Now go upstairs and do your - your - business."

Don't talk too much nonsense...

"I'm very curious about the reason for your distraction." Draco twirled a quill, I looked up from the book, and gave him a look. Draco saw the cover of my book and laughed unscrupulously Get up, "Ha! You're reading "Guide to Quidditch Tactics."

I sighed speechlessly: "Draco, what are you so silly about?"

"Oh, no, I'm just glad I'm ahead of you again in one aspect." Draco said with feigned compassion, "Vio, you don't want to compete with me for the Seeker's position, do you? Knowing that I grew up playing with broomsticks."

"You know, the first Christmas present I got was a toy broom."

"But I have an advantage over you," Draco said triumphantly, "I mean, sometimes I'm a lot quicker than you—"

This time, it was me who laughed loudly: "Dear Xiaolong, who said that I will compete with you for the seeker? Actually, I am more interested in the hitter!"

Draco looked at me in surprise. "The batter?" He looked at me in disbelief. "I have to say, I doubt you'd drop your broom while hitting the Bludger."

While talking, he imagined that scene with relish: "Or you will be accidentally knocked down by others. I doubt that you will be blown away by the strong wind."

Although Slytherin's current batsmen are two tall and strong boys, don't look down on me...

"That's not necessarily true. You know, my mother is a batter, and she hits pretty well." I said unconvinced.What I do know is that neither Uncle Lucius nor Aunt Narcissa is on the team.I have a family tradition, but Draco doesn't.

"Well then," Draco seemed to realize that he had no advantage in this matter, so he quickly found a way for himself, "I hope Nimbus 2001 can help you gain a little advantage."

"Just watch the Quidditch trials." I said with full confidence.

Draco shrugged. "My dad said that if I get selected to the team this year, he'll sponsor a Nimbus 2001 for everyone on the team. Then we'll have the best brooms in school."

To sweep away the shame of being defeated by Gryffindor last year?sounds good.With a timely compliment, I said, "Yes, then you can catch the Snitch right under Potter's nose."

Draco didn't say anything, but his expression told me: That's right, I'm the top Seeker in Hogwarts, even Potter is inferior to me hahaha...

After a bit of detour, Draco easily forgot the question he asked in the first place.

In fact, even if Draco asked, I was destined not to answer him--reading such a boring book and falling asleep during potion making is an out-and-out stain on me.

But there are still some advantages. Practice has proved that I am not interested in any mysterious life and death. Does this mean that I don't have to take divination courses?

I hope he never thinks about it again.

The author has something to say:

Visually, one or two more chapters will be able to end the summer vacation in Spider's End Lane~

It is said that Spider’s End Alley in the original book is really a big abuse point

Unknowingly, I have already coded 12w words, what a miracle...

Will not abandon the pit (⊙o⊙)