Chapter 174 Fiendfire Liquid

In the first few days of school, a lot of school work has been suppressed, and finally these little wizards who have played for 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, Anton's good roommate, Draco, seemed a little anxious. His complexion became paler day by day, and his dark circles showed a look of hesitation and panic. Those who didn't know the inside story thought that this child was It's not that I found out I had an incurable disease.

That night, two house elves from Malfoy Manor sent seven exquisite flying broomsticks, Nimbus 2001, the latest model, and its speed was greatly improved compared to Nimbus 2000.

Draco had complained last year that it was extremely unfair for Harry Potter to rely on the latest broomstick to gain so much advantage when most people raced on regular broomsticks.

There is no shortage of such arguments in Slytherin. In fact, many people have analyzed that Harry Potter is indeed very talented, but after all, he has not received much professional training and has not mastered many professional skills.

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

Now, with Mr. Malfoy's generous funding, Slytherin has regained an advantage in equipment. Yes, again, Slytherins with good backgrounds have always been better than other houses in broomsticks.

This generous sponsorship successfully landed Draco on the school team in the Academy Tournament.

But Draco wasn't happy.

He is more anxious.

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

It was an item from the little treasure chest that the house-elf had brought Draco from home.

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

"Draco, there's something 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 in ancient times, many people regarded the age of twelve as an adult, and I also heard that many pure-blood families have some strange ancient inheritance, coming-of-age rituals?"

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

Draco just looked at him palely, the corner of his mouth twitched, his voice was hoarse and dry, "Is...is it?"

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

Oh, the bad reflex.

So will their lovable prefect, Farney.

"I will write to ask my uncle to help me buy a copy of "Caring for the Physical and Mental Health and Development of Minors", and then you can read it. When you plan to do something, you'd better think about it..."

"What shouldn't be done."

Anton raised his eyebrows, showing an expression of "you can understand if you are a man", "Some things, once you take that step, you can't turn back."

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

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

Europeans don't seem to like taking a bath very much, especially after the senior students have mastered the spell of 'cleaning up', many people are unwilling to waste so long in the bathroom to bathe and wash.

The washroom has always been spacious, and as long as the rush hour is missed, it is also a very enjoyable thing to take a bath alone.

Anton likes to take a bath.

"I love to take a bath, the skin is good

yao yao yao

Put on your shower cap and sing and dance

Yaoyaoyao..."

The brisk and strange ditty, unfamiliar language, and weird singing gradually faded away with Anton's footsteps.

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

"Ah~~~"

He screamed, his face was pale, his face was covered with cold sweat, and he kicked his helpless feet back 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 is no turning back."

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

"I……"

Tears welled up in Draco's eyes, "I can't do that!"

In order to gain great strength, as long as the basilisk is a powerful magical animal that stares at everyone to death, as long as it controls this animal, it will simply reach the sky in one step.

Even if it killed a classmate?

Can……

This is murder!

He didn't know if his conscience, his pride, everything about him would disappear without a trace if he did this, he didn't understand, he really didn't know anything about the future.

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

This is the first time in many years that he has met someone who has become his friend on an equal footing.

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

The one and only, 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, the two idiots Gore and Crabbe returned, smiling and talking.

Draco just felt that the buzzing was too loud.

He tore off the quilt vigorously and covered himself, not wanting to pay attention to these two people.

Just let him be quiet for a while.

"what is this?"

"Boom~" The sound of the bottle being uncorked, Gore sniffed it, "It smells a bit sweet, it seems delicious!"

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

"!"

Goyle looked angrily.

It's Crabbe, staring at Goyle.

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

Gore was in a stalemate, "Okay, you can drink it first, can you save some for me?"

Hehe~

These two foodies!

Another day, people will be fascinated by potions, or they will be poisoned to death without knowing.

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

only……

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

It's his ceramic bottle!

The mysterious poison bought from the wicked witch owner of a second-hand wholesale store in Knockturn Alley!

"No ~ want ~ ah!"

Draco watched as Crabbe breathed a sigh of relief, shaking the bottle, and said to Goyle with a smirk, "I've saved some for you."

Keep your sister!

Are you sick?

Dare to put anything in your mouth!

Draco rushed over with a look of horror, but saw Crabbe's eyes widen suddenly, and countless flames burst out from his eye sockets, ears, mouth, and nostrils.

The faint blue flame carried a terrifying aura.

"Grass!"

Anton was coming back from the bathroom, when he suddenly saw this scene, he screamed out.

"Liquid of Fierce Fire!"

The miraculous invention of the old wizard Fiennes, the precious discovery of the theory of the integration of potions and curses, turning the curse of Fiendfire into a potion is simply amazing.

The most important thing is that after Anton poured the potion into the old wizard's body, he left some bottoms.

This is his habit, leaving three points behind when doing things, but he didn't expect that this **** Crabbe would dare to rummage through his own things and take out this thing as a drink?

Do your parents know you are so awesome?