Snakes in Hogwarts

"Quickly getting smaller!"

"Hiss~Boss what did you do? It's so cool!"

"Don't worry, it's not over yet, it gets bigger quickly!"

"Wow!!"

"Do you want to experience this feeling, Ivar?"

"Hiss~ what do you mean?"

"Hehehe, you will know right away, it will become smaller quickly!"

"Help! Kill the snake!"

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In a neat, bright room, Andros is practicing magic attentively.

He waved his wand as taught in the spell book, and murmured in his mouth.

And his snake pet Ivar, unfortunately, played the role of living target, which is full of sadness.

This is one of the many guest rooms on the second floor of the broken cauldron bar. I didn't expect it to be like this on the first floor of the dim and dirty broken cauldron bar.

The room is not very big, but everything is well organized.A large bed that looks very comfortable, a few pieces of oak furniture that look very old, and a mirror that will remind you whether you are wearing it.

At this moment, Andros is lying on the bed with a magic wand in his hand. There are a few unclosed magic books beside him. Besides, there is a small snake almost as long as a wrist and the thickness of a thumb. The bed fluttered in panic.

It desperately wanted to escape from Andros, but the latter just waved his magic wand gently, and an invisible force instantly wrapped the fleeing snake. Driven by this force, Andros Easily lifted the little snake into the air.

"Yuga~Dimlervy~O~Sa, it's very simple, this spell." Andros whistled with pride.

He soon discovered that it was not very difficult to cast those first-year spells. He practiced many spells in the original book, such as shrinking spells and floating spells.

Perhaps because of his talent, he can use these simple spells skillfully with only a few practice.

And, more interestingly, Ivar particularly likes this magic wand made of snake wood.

After shrinking the figure, what it likes most is to wrap it around the wand, which looks like some kind of peculiar ornament.

"His hiss~ let me down!"

"Okay, don't be nervous, don't you always think magic is very interesting, Ivar?" Andros, who recovered, looked at Ivar floating in the air with some amusement.

"But when you are in it, you don't think so!"

In order to take care of the little snake's emotions, Andros interrupted the transmission of magic power. Ivar, who was still struggling in mid-air, seemed to have lost his support and slammed onto an open book with a snap.

"It's so painful! Hissing~"

A few days have passed since the last visit of Professor McGonagall. After that day, Andros soon came to this simple tavern again.

Relying on the good impression left by Tom at the beginning, coupled with his excellent eloquence and suggestions for a fine decoration of the Broken Cauldron Bar, he succeeded in getting a job as a waiter from Tom.

You can use magic freely, you can eat and live, and you can pay (six silver coins a day, not a tip.)

For an eleven-year-old wizard who grew up in the Muggle world and first entered the wizarding world, this is already a pretty good job.

Of course, old Tom didn't know that there was a monster close to Andros who was nearly eight meters long and weighed nearly sixty kilograms.

Otherwise, he would take Andros to work here unless he arrived home.

"His~ Boss, don't say it, this feeling is really amazing, it feels like the world has become bigger all of a sudden!"

Many things are like this, and the scariest one is often the first time.

After experiencing the initial shock, Ivar was quickly immersed in the wonderful world brought about by magic.

"You need to get used to this feeling as soon as possible, Ivar, after Hogwarts, you have to maintain this state for a long time.

If you are discovered by others, it will be in big trouble for me or you."

"Okay, okay, you've said this to me many times~"

"I'm just reminding you that this is not a place where you can play pranks."

He hadn't finished speaking, but the sound of old Tom amplified by the amplification curse came from under the floor in the room.The shock caused the carpet in the room to jump up.

"Andros stop playing! Get down and work quickly."

This is the magic of magic. With the help of a loud voice, an old man of seven and eighty years can also make such a full-blown roar.

"Voice loud. Got it! I'll get down right away!" Putting his wand against his throat, Andros yelled downwards, he waved his hand and motioned Ivar to climb onto his hand.

The latter wraps around Andros' forearm very obediently, looking like a beautifully shaped dark green bracelet.

"It's still the old rule, keep quiet when I work, stay on my arm honestly, don't get into trouble."

"Hiss~ Don't worry, boss."

Finally glanced around the room, Andros looked in the mirror, put on his contact lenses, put away his wand and went out. His work here is very easy, and he only needs to beat old Tom every day.

"Morning-morning-good morning, Ann-Andros." A stumbling voice remembered in Andros' ears.

When Andros came to the corridor outside the room, a middle-aged wizard with a purple turban just walked out of another room not far away.

The wizard is about thirty years old, and his pale face always has a panicked expression, as if he has just experienced something terrible.

"Good morning, Professor Quirrell." Andros greeted the wizard in front of him with a calm expression.

Yes, as early as a few days ago, he had already seen the villain in the first year.

A tragic figure who is about to dedicate his life for the evil cause of the Dark Lord, this year's Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, Quirinas Quirrell.

At this point in time, Quirrell had successfully applied for the same tragic position as a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts.

I really don't know what Dumbledore thinks.

Are you going to close the door and hit the dog?

To be honest, when he learned that Quirrell lived next to him, Andros was so frightened that he was so frightened.

Merlin's panties, what international jokes are you making!

Even if he doesn't understand the plot, he knows what the name Quirrell represents now.

An ugly face without a nose is now stuck on the back of his head!

In the first few days when he moved to the Broken Cauldron Bar, Andros lived in trepidation almost every day. He didn't even dare to go out to the bathroom every night, for fear that he would get a lunch because he hit the conspiracy of both of them.

No matter how weak Voldemort was, it was easy to kill a little wizard who had just stepped into the wizarding world, not to mention that he had a loyal thug.

But gradually, Andros's hanging heart gradually eased, because he found that Quirrell had no interest in him, and he didn't put his thoughts on him at all.

After his observation, Quirrell’s lifestyle is very fixed every day. He either left the Broken Cauldron Bar early and stayed in Diagon Alley until late, or he ordered a drink and then went to the Broken Cauldron Bar. Sitting in the innermost corner all day.

Andros found that as long as he didn't take the initiative to die, Quirrell would never put his mind on himself, and his impression of himself was just a freshman who had not yet enrolled and worked in a broken cauldron bar.

After discovering that Quirrell is a harmless baby, Andros gradually grew courageous. He pretended to be very curious and looked at Quirrell's turban.

"Don't you feel hot with your headscarf every day?"

"No-it doesn't matter. This-this is a, very-very expensive gift." Quirrell obviously didn't want to say anything, he grinned at Andros, and then walked down the stairs quickly.

"The acting is good!" Seeing Quirrell's figure disappeared, Andros couldn't help muttering in a low voice.

If he didn't understand some plots, maybe he would be fooled by Quirrell's superb acting skills.

"Hiss~Boss, did you have any familiar feelings when that person passed by you just now?" Ival's voice came from Androsdu's robe.

"No, what's the matter?"

"Hiss~ Every time he passes by me, I can feel a familiar feeling. That feeling is a bit like when I first met you, do you think he can understand snake hiss? ~?"

"Perhaps, you are not allowed to talk when that person is nearby just now, remember?"

After exhorting Ival, Andros also walked down the wooden spiral staircase.

"Ender, come and help, the bacon will be battered soon."

"I'm coming."

Headed into the kitchen, Andros started today's work.

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"Good morning, Ender."

"You are here, Hermione, wait a minute, I'm a little busy now."

After that day, Andros kept in touch with Hermione. After learning that the former was working in the Broken Cauldron Bar, the little witch would often come here alone, order a glass of Butterbeer, and sit in the Broken Cauldron Bar. one day.

Her family was originally in London, not far from here.

"How did you master the spell I taught you last time?"

"I learned it a long time ago. I was reading "A History of Modern Magic" recently. This book is really interesting." Hermione pointed to the book spread out on the table.

"Do you want to see?"

"Next time, I can't get out of it now." Andros declined, he was not interested in the history of wizards.

"I'm going to go to Lihen Bookstore to check out the "Curse and Anti-Curse" in a while, do you want to go with me?

"Of course."

"Good morning, old Tom." Just as Andros and Hermione were whispering at the bar, a somewhat rough voice came from the door.

Andros raised his head and saw a figure that could be called a shadow from the sky.

It was a giant who seemed to be at least four or five meters tall, with disheveled black hair and the same exuberant beard as he grew up, which made him look as rough as a savage.

The giant in front of him is wearing a coat made of animal fur. It has many pockets on it. The clothes are definitely tailor-made for him. Andros even feels that the clothes are wider than the quilt on his bed. .

"Merlin's high heels!"

"Good morning, Hagrid, do you still follow the old rules?" The bar owner Tom walked up very naturally. Obviously, the giant in front of him was also a frequent visitor to the Broken Cauldron.

"No, Tom, I'm working for Hogwarts!" The giant named Hagrid stood out proudly, his voice was so loud, as if he had permanently blessed an amplification spell.

Is this Hagrid?

That's it for the hybrid giant, then, how big should a purebred giant be!

"After all these years, have you finally realized that you need to keep the store tidy?" Hagrid patted Tom on the shoulder.

He could see that he had tried his best to control his strength, but Tom still staggered.

"Are you sending me to see Merlin, Hagrid?"

While rubbing his shoulders, Old Tom pointed to Andros not far away.

"Thanks to that kid, he gave me a lot of good advice."

Although only a few days have passed, the current Broken Cauldron Bar has undergone drastic changes from the time when Professor McGonagall visited.

The clean and tidy tabletops made many old customers who had adapted to the messy ghost appearance of the Broke Cauldron Bar even a little uncomfortable for a while.

Although the lighting in the lobby on the first floor is still so bad, at least, the Muggle wizards who have just arrived here will not have the urge to turn their heads and leave.

"Remember this well, Harry. You'll have to come here by yourself in the next semester." Hagrid turned and said behind him.

At this time Andros noticed that there was this thin figure behind Hagrid, looking curiously at the surrounding decorations.

The giant's body is so huge that people subconsciously ignore that there is this thin figure beside him.

It was a thin and small boy, wearing a set of old, fat and big clothes, covered in tatters and patches.The boy has unkempt black hair, and his long bangs almost cover his emerald green eyes.

He wears a pair of glasses, but they are not new, and there are circles of tape on the temples and frames.

His eyes were subconsciously placed on Andros and Hermione not far away, because that was the only person in the Broken Cauldron who seemed to be his age.

Andros was also watching the boy quietly. The eyes of the two met briefly in the air, and Harry quickly moved his gaze away in some panic.

Is that Harry Potter?

The story is finally about to begin. I don't know what kind of role I will play in this story.