Vol 2 Chapter 375: Attitude (revised, thanks to Super Silver Alliance Ksg,...

"It's not bad today," Michael slid his fingers across the class schedule. "Herb class, with the Slytherin students. Malfoy will be very happy."
Since Alan rescued Draco Malfoy in the hall and taught Moody, the little wizards of Slytherin have treated him with great respect. Punish Moody with stronger power, rescue Malfoy, and avoid punishment through power. Isn't this pure blood?
Not to mention Draco. When he saw Alan, his eyes were almost glowing, which often made his female and Ben Pansy Parkinson jealous.
After breakfast, Alan walked through the damp vegetable field, and when he came to greenhouse three, Draco had been waiting at the door early.
When Pansy saw Alan, he twitched the corners of his mouth stiffly and said hello, apparently Draco had warned her.
It was not until he entered the greenhouse that Malfoy stopped his gaze on Alan and looked at Professor Sprout, because Professor Sprout was showing the whole class a plant that was extremely ugly. In fact , They are not like plants, but more like black, slimy slugs, emerging straight out of the soil. And each one was squirming slightly, and there were many shiny big drum bags on his body, which seemed to be liquid.
"Babo tuber." Professor Sprout told everyone happily, "You need to squeeze it with your hands. You have to collect its pus—"
"What?" Malfoy asked in disgust.
"Pus, Malfoy, pus," Professor Sprout said. "It has a very high value. Don't waste it. Listen, you have to collect the pus in these bottles. Put on your dragon. Leather gloves, undiluted balbo tuber pus, can cause unusual damage to the skin."
The process of squeezing tubers is disgusting, but it also makes people feel a strange satisfaction. Whenever a bulge is squeezed, it will spray out a large sticky yellow-green liquid, and emit a pungent gasoline smell. They collected these liquids in bottles according to Professor Sprout's instructions. By the time the get out of class was about to end, they had already collected several bottles.
A deep and deep bell sounded across the damp ground and came from the castle. get out of class was over and the students dispersed.
"Defense to the Dark Arts, I don’t know what Professor Moody’s will be going to do. It will never let us cast the unforgivable curse." Michael’s words made Alan’s eyes narrowed. If I remember correctly, Hermione’s class schedule, today The first class in the morning is...
Thinking of this, Alan speeded up his pace, he couldn't imagine Hermione's expression in pain.
Allen's feet moved extremely fast, and when he arrived at the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, he happened to see Harry and Ron walk out of the classroom frowning.
Allen grabbed Harry. "Where is Hermione?"
Ron snorted coldly and walked past Allen.
Harry glanced at Alan embarrassedly and followed closely.
Allen frowned and walked into the classroom.
In the classroom, Hermione leaned over on the table.
Allen hurried over and put his hand on Hermione's back, "Hermione, are you okay?"
"Alan?" Hermione asked in surprise, taking out a book from the drawer and holding it in her arms.
"What did you learn last class?" Allen relieved.
Hermione's face was fine, without a trace of pain.
"Professor Moody explained some principles of unforgivable spells, but when I asked him about the abnormality of the spider you mentioned, he didn't answer." Hermione said nonchalantly.
It seems that my warning has worked. Others don't know that Alan is very clear. Moody originally planned to cast an Imperius Curse on this group of students. Now many plots have been changed. Who knows whether it will leave hidden dangers on which student.
In fact, if it weren't for fear of accidents, Allen believed that the most responsible Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher for so many years was little Crouch. After all, the most threatening spell to the little wizards is the Unforgivable Curse. However, you can specifically explain these relatively popular but threatening spells that are circulating among the elites of the magic world during the training camp.
All the students in the fourth grade have noticed that the homework they have to do this semester has increased significantly.
"You are entering an important period of magic education!" Professor McGonagall told them, two eyes gleaming majesticly behind the square lenses, "Your O.W.Ls exam is approaching—"
"We won't take the O.W.Ls exam until the fifth grade!" Michael said angrily.
"Maybe this is the case, Michael, but trust me, you need to be fully prepared! In this class, there are always only a few people who can turn a hedgehog into a satisfactory pincushion. Well, maybe more. Add a small paper on the principle of deformation."
The wise Ravenclaws wisely did not say anything to refute, why bother complaining and wasting time on something that is destined to not change the result.
On the other hand, Professor Bins, the ghost who taught them the history of magic, this week assigned them to write a paper on the rebellion of the goblin in the eighteenth century.
Professor Snape forced them to study the antidote. They dare not take it lightly, because Professor Snape hinted that he would poison one of them before Christmas to see if their antidote works.
Professor Flitwick asked them to read three more books in preparation for learning the summoning spell.
This kind of life makes the little wizards like a clockwork spinning top, so busy.
It wasn't until news of the upcoming two schools in the Triwizard Tournament spread all over the campus that they were freed from the seemingly endless learning life.
On Friday afternoon, everyone was called into the foyer, lined up to welcome the people of Boothbatten and Durmstrang.
They waited for a long time, and the little wizards became restless. Excited, it was difficult for them to keep quiet for a long time. They wondered how the other two schools would come.
Suddenly, the noise of the little wizards suddenly became louder, and they uncontrollably pointed at a huge beast in the distance and talked a lot.
Until the behemoth passed by the treetops of the Forbidden Forest and was illuminated by the light of the castle window, they saw a huge pink-blue carriage flying towards them.
It was the size of a house, and twelve winged horses flew into the sky. They were all silver-maned horses, and each horse was about the size of an elephant.
When the carriage stopped in the eyes of everyone in awe, a boy in a light blue robe jumped out of the carriage ~EbookFREE.me~ bent down, fumbled for something on the carriage floor, and then opened a golden spiral staircase .
He leaped back respectfully, and Harry saw a shiny black high-heeled shoe sticking out of the carriage-this shoe was the size of a small sleigh used by children-followed by a woman who was so big Big, he has never seen it in his life.
In this way, it is self-explanatory why the carriage and those silver-maned horses are so big.
Allen noticed that about twelve or three male and female students had gotten off the carriage and were standing behind this tall woman at the moment. Judging from their appearance, they are probably around seventeen or eighteen years old, and they are shaking slightly.
This is not surprising, because the robes on their bodies seemed to be made of delicate silk, and no one wore a cloak. Several students wrapped their heads in scarves or turbans.
At this moment, one of them suddenly rushed out and hugged Allen warmly. To the surprise of the Hogwarts wizards, Alan didn't push her away.
"Is this Allen's fan?"
"Foreign girlfriend?"
Among the various opinions, the witch who took the initiative to embrace Alan untied her headscarf and revealed a dazzling face-it was Fleur.
"Hello Ellen, how has Albert been well recently?" Fleur asked Albert in the first sentence.
"This weekend, I will let Albert go to Hogsmeade." Alan blinked, and Fleur's face burst into a dazzling smile.
"Did you hear anything?" Edward asked suddenly.
Allen nodded and listened carefully. A very loud and strange sound floated towards them from the darkness: a suppressed rumble and sucking sound, like a huge vacuum cleaner moving along the riverbed...