The Grey Wizard of Hogwarts

In the past few days of school, a lot of schoolwork has been suppressed, and finally these little wizards who have played a holiday have settled down again.

The cabin is also thoroughly into the rhythm.

With the guidance of Anton and the twins, Neville and Hannah quickly completed the course content.

A large number of books and materials on weather spells were collected and piled up on all the shelves on the second floor of the hut.

Busy but full of fun.

In contrast, Draco, Anton's good roommate, seemed a little anxious. His face became pale day by day, with a look of hesitation and panic in the dark circles under his eyes. He didn't know the inside story. Not finding out that you have an incurable disease.

That night, the two house-elves from Malfoy Manor sent seven exquisite broomsticks, the Nimbus 2001, the latest model, which has a great improvement in speed compared to the Nimbus 2000.

Draco complained last year that it was extremely unfair that Harry Potter had so much advantage on the latest broom when most people raced on regular brooms.

There is no shortage of market for this kind of argument in Slytherin. In fact, many people have analyzed that Harry Potter does have a great talent, but after all, he has not undergone too much professional training, and he has not mastered many professional skills.

It was the Nimbus 2000 that made up for his shortcoming.

Now, Mr. Malfoy has generously funded to give Slytherin the advantage of equipment again. Yes, again, the Slytherins who came from a good background have always been better than other academies in broomsticks.

This generous sponsorship successfully landed Draco on the Academy team.

But Draco wasn't happy.

He was more anxious.

Holding a small dark green glazed ceramic bottle in the palm of his hand, his whole body was trembling.

It was one of those little treasure chests that the house-elf brought from home for Draco.

Anton frowned and looked at him, and glanced at the small porcelain bottle in his hand, which was a little bigger than the bottle of wind oil, and he didn't know what was in it.

"Draco, something is wrong with you."

"You look like you're going to give Pansy some bad potion and do something bad."

"Excited little chick, hehe."

"I know that many people in ancient times regarded the age of twelve as an adult, and I heard that many pure-blood families have some strange ancient inheritances, coming of age rites?"

Anton shrugged, "I advise you to calm down and believe in science, you are still too young."

Draco just looked at him pale, the corners of his mouth twitched, his voice hoarse and dry, "Yes...is it?"

Anton patted him on the shoulder, causing Draco to jump up in fright.

Oh, the bad conditioning.

So will their lovely prefect Fane.

"I will write to ask my uncle to help buy a copy of "Caring for the Physical and Mental Health and Development of Minors", and you will have a look at it. When you plan to do something, it is best to think about it..."

"What should not be done."

Anton raised his eyebrows, showing an expression of "you know it if you are a man", "Some things take that step, but there is no turning back."

"..." Draco just stared at him blankly.

Anton clicked his tongue a few times, and went to the bathroom with the washbasin clothes in his arms.

Europeans don't seem to like bathing very much, especially after the senior classmates mastered the "clean up" spell, many people are reluctant to go to the bathroom to waste so much time bathing and washing.

The bathroom has always been spacious, and as long as you miss the peak period, it is also a pleasure to take a bath by yourself.

Anton likes to take a bath.

"I love bathing and my skin is good

yaoyao

Put on a shower cap and sing and dance

yayayaya…”

The brisk and strange minor key, unfamiliar language, and strange singing gradually disappeared along with Anton's footsteps.

Draco stared blankly at the porcelain bottle in his hand, and finally threw it away like a madman as if he had been stung.

"Ah~~~"

He screamed, his face was pale, his face was covered in cold sweat, and he stepped back with some helpless feet to the deepest part of the four-poster bed.

With his arms around himself, he just repeated Anton's words in a low and hoarse voice.

"Some things take that step, but there's no turning back."

"No...I can't do this!"

"I……"

Draco's eyes filled with tears, "I can't do it!"

In order to gain powerful strength, Basilisk, a powerful magical animal that stares at everyone, as long as you control this animal, it is simply a step to the sky.

Even killing a classmate because of it?

Can……

This is murder!

He doesn't know if he does this, his conscience, his pride, his everything will disappear like this, he doesn't understand, he really doesn't know anything about the future.

He can't let go of that hand either, Anton...

This is the first time he has met someone who is equal to him as a friend in so many years.

Last year he had thought about making Harry Potter, but Harry humiliated his self-esteem with a look of disgust and even hatred, which made him cherish his friendship with Anton even more.

The only one, a good friend.

He buried his face in his knees, and his whole body was plunged into infinite darkness.

...

I don't know how long it took, Goyle and Crabbe, the two idiots, came back and said something with a smile.

Draco just found the buzzing too loud.

He tore off the quilt forcefully and covered himself, not wanting to pay attention to the two of them.

Just let him be quiet for a while.

"what is this?"

"Boom~" Gole sniffed the sound of the bottle being uncorked, "It tastes a little sweet, it seems to be delicious!"

He swallowed and was about to raise his head to drink when one hand quickly snatched the bottle from his palm.

"!"

Goyle looked angrily.

It was Crabbe, the guy stared at Goyle.

"This is what I saw first, I first!"

Goyle was deadlocked, "Okay, let's have a drink first and leave some for me, okay?"

hehe~

These two foodies!

It's unknown if someone is fascinated by potions another day, or poisoned to death.

Draco looked helpless, why did he find such two followers.

only……

He suddenly widened his eyes suddenly, and an extremely bad intuition made his whole body horrified. "!!!", he quickly opened the quilt and jumped down.

It's his ceramic bottle!

That mysterious poison that was bought in Knockturn Alley from an evil witch owner of a second-hand wholesale store!

"No~ I will~!"

Draco watched Crabbe suffocate, shaking the bottle, and smirking to Goyle, "I've saved a little for you."

keep your sister!

Are you sick?

You can put anything in your mouth!

Draco rushed over in horror, only to see Crabbe's eyes widen suddenly, and countless flames burst out from his eyes, ears, mouth, and nostrils.

A faint blue flame with a terrifying aura.

"Grass!"

Anton was coming back from the bathroom~www.NovelMTL.com~ suddenly saw this scene and exclaimed.

"Liquid of Fiery Fire!"

The magical invention of the old wizard Fiennes, the precious discovery of the theory of the integration of potions and spells, turned the magic spell of Lihuo into a potion, which is simply awesome.

The most important thing is that Anton left some bottom after pouring the potion into the old wizard's body.

This is his habit, and he keeps three points in his work, but he never thought that Crabbe would dare to turn over his things and drink this thing as a drink?

You are so arrogant, do your parents know?

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