Chapter 76 Slytherin’s little secret
In recent days, teachers at Hogwarts suddenly discovered that Slytherin students always dozed off during class.
Even if he dozed off in the History of Magic and Defense Against the Dark Arts courses, someone actually dozed off in Snape's Potions class, and even spilled the cauldron while kowtowing, causing a big accident. .
Professor Snape, who was extremely angry, turned purple. He never expected that any Slytherin classmates would dare to fall asleep in class under his high pressure.
The result was obvious. Even though he was as stingy as Grandet in terms of house points, Snape still deducted five to twenty points from each person according to the severity of the circumstances.
The person who was deducted twenty points was because he fell asleep and poured the potion in the crucible on the classmates in front of him.
Gryffindor's potions class was taken together with Slytherin. If Slytherin suffered, Gryffindor would naturally not be able to escape, but at least the Gryffindor students tried their best to restrain themselves, even Slytherin. You won't be deducted many points for finding faults.
Even Harry was affected, as Snape deducted a point for stirring a little too fast.
Under Snape's visible manipulation, Gryffindor's points and Slytherin's points were decreasing day by day, from first and second to third and fourth, and the number one ranked actually... …
It turned out to be a fucking Hufflepuff, the Slytherin students stamped their feet and cursed.
This is not the most outrageous thing. Joseph Rowe, a second-year Slytherin student, actually fell asleep on his broomstick during flying class.
"Oh my gosh, you're so sleepy, aren't you, Sleepy Joe?" his classmates quipped.
Joe is Joseph's nickname.
Sleepy Joe didn't take much notice of the ridicule from his classmates. It was just a small transaction with the knowledgeable Miss Merope.
But...
Miss Merope is so beautiful...
Why isn't she the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher?
Professors of other courses have also noticed this problem, but apart from falling asleep in class, Slytherin students perform extremely well. No matter what spell it is, they can master it almost as soon as they get started, as if they have already learned it before. I have practiced it many times.
Regarding this situation, the professors could only attribute it to the fact that the Slytherin students studied harder and more seriously, and told them to pay attention to their health besides studying, but they didn't think much about it.
As Slytherin continued to win points in other classes, Snape also decided to turn a blind eye.
He has more important things to do.
Therefore, every time after dinner, Draco would stand in front of the dormitory door and look around, holding a small notebook in his hand to write down the names of people in line.
When the staggering classmates with dark circles under their eyes walked out of the dormitory, Draco would call the next person according to the arranged name.
Before going to bed at night, Merope would share part of her power with Draco as promised.
Draco just went to the secret room, but he couldn't remember what happened in the secret room.
However, after that, Merop never asked him to take the notes to the Chamber of Secrets, but stayed in the Slytherin common room with no intention of leaving.
Draco only thought that she had retrieved the "Merlin Secret Treasure" and didn't say much. After all, it was quite satisfying to share the money now.
Everything was going on normally in Gryffindor. After dinner on Friday, the three Harrys brought the newly recruited members Neville and Seamus to the Room of Requirement.
Ron is responsible for teaching Seamus, and Hermione is responsible for teaching Neville. While Harry tries to practice the weapon chain, he will also give advice on the shortcomings of the two of them.
After trying Expelliarmus more than ten times, but all of them ended up blowing up your hands, Harry stepped forward and interrupted Seamus who was still trying.
"Listen to me, Seamus." Harry said to the frustrated Seamus, "I seem to see another way from you..." "Another way?" Seamus raised his head.
"Among wizards, there are talents - just like Cassandra Malfoy mentioned in the book. She is a natural master of the coma spell." Harry put his hand on Seamus' shoulder and spoke softly. He said slowly: "All her spells have the property of coma..."
"Which book did you see it in?" Hermione came over and asked with interest.
"Restricted Book Zone, I forgot which one." Harry replied casually.
Seamus's eyes flashed with hope: "Really? Harry, you mean...I..."
"Yes, Seamus." Harry said firmly, "Just like that Ms. Malfoy, and you, my friend, you are a natural master of blasting spells. Maybe we can try to learn beyond Expelliarmus. Explosive spells”
"Okay!" Seamus said impatiently.
"Look, wave your wand like this and point it at the dummy in front of you." Harry instructed Seamus, waving his hand to cast a spell.
"Confringo!"
A ray of orange-red light shot out from Harry's wand, and a dazzling brilliance bloomed from the hit dummy.
"Bang!"
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The dummy struck by the blasting spell had its limbs scattered and scattered on the ground of the duel field transformed by the Room of Requirement, turning into sand and disappearing.
"Cool!" Simo's eyes lit up.
Although his mother was a wizard, his father was a Muggle who did not understand magic. When he was a child, he often watched TV with his father, and he was especially interested in war scenes.
Which man can resist the temptation to fire a howitzer and blast his enemies everywhere?
But Seamus was a little hesitant. The failure in practicing the spell just now made him doubt himself.
"Well, Harry, can I really do it?" Seamus scratched his head and said, "I have read this spell in a book. This can only be learned in the sixth grade. I am only a first-year freshman now... ”
"Believe me," Harry said seriously, his green eyes full of encouragement: "You can do it."
Simo felt warm in his heart and nodded heavily.
He walked not far from the dummy and raised his wand.
Harry suddenly felt blessed and had a bad premonition in his heart.
Sure enough, Seamus raised his wand, pointed at the dummy and shouted: "Confringo!"
A ray of red light shot out and hit the dummy, making an explosion louder than Harry's spell just now.
Harry only had time to hold up a shield of armor to protect himself.
Hermione and Ron were in sync with each other, crouching down on defense with their heads held in their hands, their movements uniform.
The dummy was blown up so much that its parts flew into the sky and fell all around. One of its arms drew an arc and landed accurately on Neville's head with a snap.
"Why am I always the unlucky one?" Neville asked with tears in his eyes, covering his head.
(End of chapter)