Snakes in Hogwarts

"Yvar, you try to attack me."

"Hiss~ Why did you suddenly make such a strange request?"

"You ask so much what you are doing, and if you ask you to hit you, hit it."

"Hiss~ This is what you said."

boom!

"lighter!!!"

In the underground lounge of Slytherin, there was a violent crash in the dormitory where Andros lived.

This puzzled the few Slytherin students who happened to pass by outside.

What are you doing inside?

Dismantle the bed?

"Gan! You can't be lighter!" Andros covered his head with his hands, and looked at Ival on the bed angrily.

The latter was crouched, looking around with an innocent face.

He was hit hard by Ivar just now, and he rolled directly from the bed to the floor, and almost died on the spot.

"You didn't tell me to sizzle lightly~" Ivar spit out the letter, perhaps because in the dormitory these days, besides eating and sleeping, this little snake's energy is quite vigorous, and the figure is even more visible to the naked eye. A lap of fat.

Nonsense, is this still necessary?

If you hit me to death, just wait to starve to death in this dormitory.

Glancing at Ival, Andros fumbled and picked up the wand that had fallen to the ground.

"Armor for body protection." A clear spell sounded in the dormitory.

Andros could feel that magical power burst from the tip of the rod, converging in the air in the direction he pointed to into an invisible shield.

It sounds great, but it's actually useless.

Because he also felt that this shield was still very fragile, not to mention the spell, even Ival's impact was difficult to stop.

To put it more bluntly, this is not a shield at all, but an eggshell that shatters with the touch.

"Try again, just a little bit this time," Andros ordered.

He is practicing the iron armor curse with the help of Ivar.

Due to the lack of props and methods for contact, in order to practice the iron armor curse, Andros could only entrust Ivar to assist him, and through physical collisions to test the strength of the curse again and again.

In order to master this spell, Andros also broke his heart.

The iron armor curse is a very commonly used defensive spell, which can isolate most of the spells, and is the main and most commonly used defensive method for wizards.

Of course, the premise is that the magic and the starting skills of the two are at the same level.

In the original book, the savior Porter mastered the spell in the fourth grade and passed the spell to the other members of Dumbledore's army in the fifth grade.

This shows that this spell is very difficult, even for those senior students, the iron armor spell is not a simple spell.

Even many people who work in the Ministry of Magic cannot cast a decent iron armor curse.

How else would they turn to the poor alchemy of the Weasley brothers?

Therefore, Professor Flivy would only look so surprised when he saw the iron armor curse released by Andros.

Although his spell is obviously not up to the standard, but to be able to release it, it has surpassed a great distance from students in the same grade.

Zabini may not be wrong. For students of the same grade as Andros, this hard-working, diligent and talented wizard may really grow into a monster.

But now, he can only be called the embryo of a monster.

After all, there is no such powerful wizard who can be knocked down by a python again and again.

He is far from mastering the Iron Armor Curse!

Looking at the eggshell shield that was shattered by Ivar, Andros unwillingly chanted the spell again and started a new round of practice.

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"Is it a good day today, Draco? Why are you so happy?"

The next morning, Andros yawned and asked on Slytherin's long table.

"Today we have a morning potion class with those Gryffindors!"

Draco responded with a grin. At the same time, he looked at Gryffindor’s long table with a malicious look and followed his direction. Sure enough, Harry and his good friend Ron were gloomy. What's talking about.

Perceiving Draco's gaze, Ron showed an expression of extreme disgust.

"I bet that the godfather will severely teach Scartou and his red-haired poor fellow." Xiaolong was happy as if he had been cast a happy curse.

"I said, until when are you going to fight him?"

"Until he confessed that he had lost, he must confess from the heart for rejecting the hand of friendship extended by the Malfoy family." Draco shook his fist.

I'm afraid I will have to wait for the next life.

Glancing at Draco, Andros took out a hardcover book the size of a matchbox from the inside pocket of his robe, and then quickly changed it back to its original size.

"Ander, what are you doing?" Draco asked puzzlingly when he glanced at the title of the book.

"I'm previewing, I'm used to previewing what I learned before class."

"Don't be silly, the godfather will never make things difficult for Slytherin students."

is it?

Maybe I will be lucky enough to be the first.

Although Andros knew that Snape would definitely put most of his energy on the savior Potter who made him love and hate him, but it was very likely that he would try to make things difficult for him.

He hadn't told Malfoy yet that he had caught Snape's attention on the first day of school.

Thinking of this, Andros angrily turned the "Magic Potion and Potion" back a page.

What a bad luck, how could you hit that old bat at that time!

...

The potions professor is a cold basement.

There is no bright and warm fire here, only the transparent glass jars placed on the tables on both sides, inside which floats chilling biological specimens.

Some of them look a lot like parts of humans.

They arrived early. Snape was not in the classroom, but the classroom was very quiet. Even Draco was very restrained and did not taunt Harry.

Andros looked to the other side of the classroom. Gryffindor's students were all sitting on one side of the classroom, keeping a considerable distance from Slytherin.

In the crowd, Neville shrank in an inconspicuous corner.

Perceiving Andros' gaze, Neville turned his head a little nervously, not looking at Andros.

It seems that after he was assigned to Slytherin by the Sorting Hat, the fat boy he met on the train always avoided himself intentionally or unintentionally.

Forget it, what about him?

It is probably because of the so-called college dispute.

However, without Hermione's help, you might have had a harder time in potions class.

But what does this have to do with me?

When the class bell rang at nine o'clock, the closed door suddenly opened, and a gloomy Snape walked in quickly. His robe was very long and fluttered with his quick walk.

Snape waved his wand, and several curtains fell, making the already gloomy underground classroom a little darker.

Standing in front of the podium, he picked up the roster, and the several rumors that sounded in Gryffindor died down after Snape stared coldly.

Like Professor McGonagall, he can quiet the class easily.

"Now, whoever I read out loudly agrees."