amazing magic

Chapter 87 86. Hogwarts Warriors

Christmas is coming.

One day in mid-December, Lin An followed...to be precise, when he was leading the Slytherin freshmen to class, he passed the Black Lake and found that the Weasley twins had been punished.

The two of them were standing in the snow winking, and greeted Lin An:
"Hey! Pretty lady of Slytherin!"

"Remember us?"

"of course."

Lin An also smiled at them: "Thanks to you for helping with the luggage on the train. Besides, no one will easily forget you who are so distinctive! Hogwarts Twin Stars!"

One of the Weasleys, George or Fred—I'm sorry Lin An couldn't tell the difference, pressed his chest exaggeratedly:

"Gemini? Whoa! I love it!"

"What an honor to be remembered by the wonderful lady of Slytherin!"

Their movements were exaggerated, but their voices were joking, so even the students of Slytherin could hardly feel bad for him.

In fact, it was the Weasley brothers who often challenged the authority of teachers in school, which made everyone feel anxious.

Especially this morning, the object of their struggle is Professor Quirrell.

After Lin An inquired for a while, he heard that they had enchanted some snowballs, making them chase Quirrell around, and finally smashed on the back of his turban. [original]

This……

Lin An was silent.

Just...how should I evaluate it?
She had a strange face, and in the end she could only praise sincerely: "You two are worthy of being Gryffindor's warriors!"

Who is wrapped behind Quirrell's hood?
The famous Dark Lord.

"sorry."

She bowed to them both, and then led the Slytherins on.

Brother Tuliu Weasley scratched his head in wonder, and gestured at the movement of her clasping her hands just now: "What does this mean? Is it the mysterious etiquette of their family?"

"Brother, friend of the Savior, said to be from an orphanage." Corrected George,
"My God," said Fred exaggeratedly, "when we were six years old, we had to fight over a new pair of socks. Orphans, do you think she looks like she's short of money?"

Ok.

The brothers from poor families shed sad tears.

At this moment, Lin An has brought everyone to the classroom.

There is a raging fire here, as if you are in a heating room, which is extremely comfortable.

But along the way, the wind was raging, and the window glass was blown by the biting cold wind.

She covered her forehead carefully and entered the classroom.

Draco looked at her curiously: "Why do you have to enter the classroom like this every time?"

Lin An still maintained the movement of covering his forehead: "You don't understand, it's easy to catch a cold if you alternate between hot and cold, and the health care party can't lose in such a small place."

Draco didn't take it seriously: "Don't underestimate the physical fitness of wizards, such minor problems rarely appear in us."

"What's more, even if there is, a dose of potion can solve it."

Come on.

Lin An put down his hands: "Are you saying that after drinking, the whistle and steaming steam will be emitted from the nose and head like train steam?"

It's really silly, like a locomotive that has become a genius.

Having said that, when the two came to their seats, they still sighed.

Although this class was Charms class, it was quite warm, but the next class was Professor Snape's Potions class.

Potions classes are all held in the basement classroom, even with the fire burning, it is still chilly——

With a breath, there was a cloud of white mist in front of him. [original]

Several times, Lin An deliberately prolongs the cooking time of the potion, just wanting to put his hands on it to gather heat.

Until Professor Snape stood in front of her, and then said in a gloomy and unwavering tone: "The famous Miss Genius, maybe you want to get a D in my class."

Lin An: ...

She had no choice but to quickly take down the cauldron, and then mustered up her courage:

"Professor, can't there be another fireplace in the classroom?"

Snape looked at her with dark eyes, and then evoked a strange smile, which seemed to be gloating and mocking.

"No." He said, "After all, my office can't fit so many potion ingredients that are about to be spoiled by little monsters."

Although the storage methods of potion materials are different, in most cases, they prefer low temperature.

　It's not about washing, just discussing it, the Dark Lord seems to be more magnanimous than the average Long Aotian.After all, he didn't jinx the Weasley twins immediately because of those snowballs hahaha...

　　I just died laughing at the original.

　　(Although there is only one twin left in the end)

　　
　
(End of this chapter)