Chapter 366 The Little Heavenly Master Who No One Invited

The next morning, the storm stopped, but the ceiling of the auditorium was still gloomy.

As expected, everyone was talking about the Super Fire Goblet. They speculated who the fair referee was and how the warriors would be selected.

A huge notice was posted on the bulletin board early, detailing the way to participate.

"Teams can form teams freely, with a minimum of five substitutes/auxiliary players. Each member can participate in a maximum of two teams, that is, they can only participate in the preparation of two teams.

The qualified teams should have: team name, list of members (full name).

"

The little wizard who squeezed in the front read the content of the notice aloud, and the bustling crowd did not dare to breathe and listened carefully.

Malfoy put down his tiptoes, his eyes sparkling:

"It seems that there is a great chance, we need to form a team!"

Zhang Xiao was silent for a while:

"That Draco"

"How about calling it the Qingluan Team? Or the Greatest in Slytherin?"

"No."

"Or the pride of pure blood?"

"Ah? Wait."

"Okay, okay, I know, you must mean unity, then-Hogwarts is the strongest in the world!"

Looking at the excited Malfoy, Zhang Xiao sighed, forget it, let Malfoy be happy first, anyway, according to his own estimation, there will be many, many people inviting him next.

Something is wrong, very wrong!

Zhang Xiao sat at the long table of Slytherin, frowning and thinking about what went wrong.

This is a very worthwhile question.

Me! The little Taoist priest of Longhu Mountain, the defender of Hogwarts, the redeemer of ghosts, the reformer of the kitchen, the best student of Slytherin, the warrior who killed the basilisk, the dragon knight!

No one asked me to form a team? ? ?

At this moment, the auditorium was filled with lively shouts, and the young wizards were discussing team formation.

From time to time, they could be heard shouting:

"Seamus! Join my team!"

"McMinnie, my team needs you!"

"Anthony! You are my most important championship puzzle!"

What, you also have 32 concerts?

If you can't figure it out, just forget it, anyway, you can't represent Hogwarts.

Zhang Xiao thrust a piece of beef hard, and simply started to study the class schedule with Malfoy.

The magic ceiling above their heads was rolling with large groups of blue-gray clouds.

At the same table, several second and third grade wizards were a few seats away from them, discussing what magical spells to use to make themselves older, and then get through and participate in the Triwizard Tournament.

They were trembling with excitement, and they all expressed that they would use wisdom to participate in the competition, and then use their own strength to prove to everyone that their "adults are bastards" team was the real warrior team of Hogwarts.

Uh, there shouldn't be a team with a good fortune, right?

Zhang Xiao listened to the weird team names and couldn't help but think of the amazing team names he had heard in his previous life.

For example - the team of talented bald men, the team of Krypton and Africans, the team of I am, the team of you are not, the team of talent.

There are also the team of "No partner, no no team, no partner, no no team" and "My partner is pretty good and my partner is pretty good to me" that make people's cerebellum shrink.

"It's okay. There are not many classes today. Herbal medicine, divination - by the way, didn't Professor Strawney say that we are not welcome to go to class?"

Malfoy's fingers swiped across the schedule. Compared with that group of classmates, he felt that he had a sure win. With Zhang here, who else can be a warrior?

"It should be Professor Dumbledore who communicated with her, and she agreed that we can continue the class."

Zhang Xiao dealt with the beef with a heavy heart. As for Dumbledore's thoughts, he didn't even need to guess. Apart from himself, who else could have that kind of sensitivity to record.

What a pity. Dumbledore didn't know that the CD of Professor Trelawney's prophecy was in years.

After dinner, they took a short break and walked across the wet lawn on a rainy day to Greenhouse No. 3.

Today's Herbology class was particularly heavy. Professor Sprout introduced a new plant to the whole class.

"Babo tuber." Professor Sprout told everyone happily, "You need to squeeze it with your hands, and you need to collect its pus-"

Everyone looked at the plants in Professor Sprout's hand with a very disgusted expression. In fact, they didn't look like plants, but more like black, sticky big slugs.

And each one was wriggling slightly, and there were many shiny big bulges on their bodies, which seemed to be full of liquid-this should be the so-called pus.

"What?" Seamus Finnigan asked in a disgusted tone.

"Pus, Finnigan, pus," Professor Sprout said, "It has extremely high value, don't waste it.

Listen, you have to collect the pus in these bottles.

Put on your dragon leather gloves, undiluted pus from the Babo tuber will cause unusual damage to the skin."

Zhang Xiao had just put on the gloves and hadn't had time to squeeze them when he heard a strange sound coming from beside him.

"Eh~~~~~~hiss~~~~~~~oh~~~~~~~"

? ? ?

Turning his head stiffly, he saw a strange expression on Malfoy's face, a grinning disgust mixed with a kind of satisfaction.

Not just him, most people behaved similarly to Malfoy, making strange noises, and soon the entire greenhouse was filled with such sounds.

Professor Sprout didn't seem surprised. She walked around the greenhouse with a smile on her face, and taught the little wizard how to squeeze out the pus more cleanly.

In the eyes of the little wizards with amazement, Professor Sprout squeezed out a huge pustule cleanly with one move. It was astonishingly big.

Parvati didn't dare to move at all, she was afraid that the pustule would splash out and burn her skin - this had not happened before.

Dean Thomas accidentally popped a huge pustule just now, and he screamed in pain.

In order to relieve his pain, Seamus pulled out his magic wand, and the little wizards around him squeaked and fled in fear.

Dean didn't even care about the pain on his face. He rushed forward and hugged Seamus' arm, with tears in his eyes:

"No, it's really not necessary. My face doesn't hurt anymore! Seamus, thank you!"

When Zhang Xiao started to do it himself, he immediately knew why everyone was like this.

The process of squeezing the tuber is indeed disgusting, but it also produces a strange sense of satisfaction.

Whenever a bulge is squeezed, a large stream of viscous, yellow-green liquid will spurt out, emitting a pungent gasoline smell.

Just like watching short videos in my previous life to see horsefly larvae, blackheads, cysts squeezed, cow hooves trimmed, and ears picked out.

Gross, but satisfying.

Finally, they followed Professor Sprout's instructions and collected the liquids in bottles. By the time the get out of class was about to end, they had collected several bottles.

"Now Madam Pomfrey should be happy." Professor Sprout blocked the last bottle and said, "The pus from the tuber of Barbo is the best medicine for treating stubborn acne. This will prevent students from Use drastic measures to remove their acne.”

"Like poor Eloise Midgan?" said Lavender Brown in a low voice. "She tried to charm her pimples away, but her nose fell off."

ah? Female version of the noseless monster? Zhang Xiao was fascinated, wondering if Voldemort would feel friendly when he saw it.

"Silly girl," Professor Sprout shook his head and said, "But Madam Pomfrey finally put the nose on for her."

A deep and deep bell sounded from the castle and across the damp field. This was the bell for the end of get out of class.

The little wizards jumped out of the greenhouse and ran towards the campus at a sprint speed of 100 meters.

They all rush to form their own teams. The longer they delay, the people they have long been interested in will be attracted by other teams.

After dinner, Zhang Xiao finally received the first invitation.

"Well, join your Gryffindor Strongest Warriors team?"

Zhang Xiao scratched his head and looked at Harry and Ron who were very interested. He felt that it was better to ignore this uncreative and aesthetically pleasing team name.

As far as I know, there are at least five teams planning to call this name.

"no!"

Before Zhang Xiao had time to answer, Malfoy over there had jumped up first.

"Zhang wants to join my 'Slytherin High Glory Team'!"

"3 to 1! There are three of us here!"

Ron puffed out his chest and retorted unwillingly.

"Excuse me!" Hermione raised her head: "Ron, don't you include me in the 3 to 1 ratio you mentioned?"

"Of course, Hermione! Aren't you joining our team?"

Ron was shocked. In his and Harry's plan, with Zhang Xiao's power and Hermione's mind, this was a sure win!

"Of course - no!" Hermione rolled her eyes covertly and sighed: "Pavati and the others invited me to join the 'Her Royal Highness' Team', saying that they wanted to prove that girls are better than boys.

If I don't go, they will decide to expel me from their female status. "

Everyone looked at Hermione dumbfounded, and Malfoy shouted angrily:

"How could they do this? Isn't this a kidnapping in a sense?"

Hermione shrugged and wrinkled her little nose: "If it doesn't work, I can only join you as a substitute!"

Silence fell in the cabin, and Harry suddenly turned to Cedric and Neville who had been silent:

"By the way, Cedric, Neville, have you also received a lot of invitations?"

The two of them nodded together: "Yes, very much."

Cedric spread his hands and said with a wry smile: "It bothers me a lot and I don't know what to do."

Neville looked in agreement. His performance was obvious to all in the dungeon, and he was almost promoted to second place in Hogwarts.

ah? Then why doesn't anyone come to me?

Zhang Xiao became more and more puzzled, and even wondered if something happened that he didn't know about.

When he asked this question, he found that no one was surprised, but thought it was normal.

"Man -" Malfoy said slowly, with an inscrutable look on his face: "In Chinese terms, this is a fan of the authorities."

Hermione said seriously:

"Zhang, the truth is actually very simple. It's not that they don't want to invite you, but that they don't dare!

Because you are too powerful. "

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