The Existence of Harry Potter

Second shift, well, I'm late, don't hit me. In other words, I don't know if the third party can come out before 12 o'clock today, if not, it will be postponed until tomorrow, anyway, there will be.

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"Idiot!"

Snape couldn't help but utter a foul language. There is still a difference between foul language and poisonous tongue. One is uncontrollable, and the other is habitual attack.

"I also think I'm stupid." Asker said dejectedly, he turned his head, stretched out his intact hand, and said to Hermione, "Lend me the magic wand."

"Why use my wand?"

Even though she asked, Hermione simply handed the wand to Ask. The latter took the wand, not rushing to use it, but scrutinized it carefully for a while. In the process, the scabies on his left hand were still oozing pus and giving off an unpleasant stench. In theory, any 14-year-old boy should cry out in pain with this kind of injury, crying and crying, but Asker behaved as if the hand was not his, and was extremely calm.

"Vine wood, dragon's heartstrings, twelve and four-fifths of an inch long." Asker made his assessment in a very professional tone after researching for a while, "Honestly, I think fig tree material The wand is better for you because…”

Although Hermione was very interested in Asker's comments, she had to interrupt Asker's words, pointed to his left hand, and said in a very strange tone: "Is that really your hand?"

"certainly."

Asker turned his head and stared at the festering left hand for a long time, frowning as if thinking about how to solve it. At this time, Snape was dealing with Neville's injury, and after a brief treatment, he sent him to the infirmary by a Gryffindor student. After dealing with this matter, Snape turned around and stared at Asker for a long time.

"Grindelwald, what are you doing?"

"I'm thinking about a question." Asker replied.

"Is there an answer?" Snape didn't seem to be in a hurry at all, saying a word without a word. From beginning to end, his eyes never left Asker's arm and stayed on the scabies area. It was a hideous wound, but it wasn't Snape's concern, he was concerned about what was there before those scabies appeared.

"Not yet, Professor." Asker replied, shaking his wand, he took out a ball of the scabies potion from the crucible and smeared it on the wound smoothly. "However, it doesn't matter, some questions have no answers."

"Humph."

Snape seemed to see something, and the goal was achieved, so he stopped watching. Asker dealt with his injury by himself, and he saved himself from taking another shot, so he turned around and walked towards the podium.

"Five points for Gryffindor and one for Slytherin. Grindelwald, don't show off your cleverness next time."

Asker shrugged. He returned the wand to Hermione, staring down at his left hand in a daze. The potion, after all, also brought a "demon". The wound on the left hand healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and some things that disappeared because of the scabies reappeared.

Hermione glanced curiously, Asker's left hand, strictly speaking, the inner side of his left arm, there was a tattoo-like thing, a skull, and there seemed to be a snake-like thing sticking out halfway in the grown mouth. The body, spitting out the letter, chooses people to devour.

Strange tattoo, Hermione thought in her heart, her knowledge reserve is still not enough, if someone who knows a little about the history, can recognize at a glance this tattoo that can convict that person as long as he has it.

Dark Mark!

Eleven years ago, after the inexplicable fall of the Dark Lord Voldemort, all wizards who had this mark on their bodies were arrested, interrogated, and many were imprisoned without trial. In those days, it was a sin to have this tattoo on your body, whether you were a real Death Eater or not, you were guilty.

Asker was lucky, Snape saw the Dark Mark, but he wouldn't tell anyone but Dumbledore, Hermione saw it too, but she didn't know what it meant.

Asker's left hand healed quickly, he just got a few drops of the scabies maker, unlike Neville who almost took a bath with it. Wiping off the excess potion with a handkerchief, Asker loosened his sleeves, rested his head on his hands as if nothing had happened, and stared at the book in a daze.

As for the Dark Mark on his hand, Asker already knew what it was, but he didn't know why the Dark Mark appeared on his hand, because he didn't remember what tattoos he had on his body, and he was not a foodie. Dead Apostles.

Asker doesn't know when the Dark Mark appeared. As he said, some questions may have no answers.

"Jingle bell~"

The get out of class bell rang, and after Snape said get out of class was over, the students left the classroom in relief. For them, the class was a nightmare, and it's been a nightmare every week for seven years.

"thanks."

Asker raised her head, Hermione stood in front of him, looking at him awkwardly. The low, almost inaudible thank you just now was probably her best effort.

"What did you say? Say it again, in a louder voice." Asker pretended not to hear and motioned for Hermione to say it again. He is such a wicked person, and there is no cure.

"Humph!" Hermione stomped angrily, glared at Asker, expressing her dissatisfaction, the subtext being "don't go too far".

"Let's move on to a topic." Ask tactfully changed the subject. He took out a small notebook from nowhere, opened it, and read out the contents like a textbook.

“Fig trees can be used to create wands that love to explore, they crave new experiences, and if they do mundane tasks they will lose their talents. Among the elegant looking wands, they have a peculiar property: if they get bored, Then they will spontaneously combust. The ideal owners of fig trees are those who are curious, energetic and exploratory. When they meet a suitable owner, they will show a great ability to learn and adapt…”

The content was not long, and Asker took three minutes to read it, and then he put away the small notebook and said to Hermione in an expert manner: "Look, fig trees are very suitable for you, at least much better than vine trees. ."

"Sounds dangerous, it will spontaneously combust." Hermione said, frowning.

"As long as it's boring," Aske corrected, he suddenly thought of a joke and couldn't help laughing.

"What are you laughing at?" Hermione thought Asker was laughing at her, and was a little unhappy.

"Do you know how to live a hundred years?" Ask asked. UU reading www. uukanshu.com

"A glass of milk every day for a hundred years." Hermione replied, she didn't think it was funny.

"How do you keep the fig tree wand from burning itself?" Asked Ask, and then he answered the question himself, "As long as it doesn't get boring." He couldn't help laughing again, and Hermione couldn't help flipping through the pages He rolled his eyes, and sure enough, the world of the patient cannot be understood by ordinary people?

"Well, it's just a suggestion. It's up to you to take it or not." Asker said to Hermione, "Goodbye, I'll go first."

"Wait a minute." Hermione said, she looked at Asker in confusion and said her own question. "What's that on your hand and that mark? How did you know the material of my wand? Where did you know the effect of the wand material? ... Finally, why didn't you just use your own wand?"

There were a lot of questions. Asker thought about it and replied: "Well, I used to plan to make a magic wand for myself, so I collected information on this aspect. I also know a little about magic wands. The Dark Mark, I honestly don't know what it is. Finally, why didn't I use my wand..." Asker paused, "because I left it in the bedroom."

A few questions, Asker's answers are true or false. He is very talented in acting, and it is impossible to tell from his face whether he has lied or not. Hermione didn't think too much about it. Although she was speechless about Asker throwing his wand in the bedroom, it was also an explanation.

"Then, bye."

"goodbye."