Snakes in Hogwarts

The potions classroom at Hogwarts is located below the castle. There are intricate underground passages. Except for the castle sewer pipes that few people have explored, this is probably the most lost place in Hogwarts.

And the Slytherin lounge is hidden in this intricate underground maze, not to mention other colleges, even the little snakes themselves are often confused by the tortuous corridors.

It is said that this area was once the dungeon of Hogwarts, and the Slytherin lounge was transformed into the largest dungeon.

I don't know if it is true or not.

As the underground classroom where the most unpopular potion class is recognized by students, it is cold all year round, and the air is mixed with a complex smell of a variety of unknown potions and their raw materials.

It tasted strange, and every time in class was slightly different from before.

For example, the taste this time smelled sour and mixed with a faint smell, like the smell of something fermented.

I don't know if the students who were in class here last night produced some acidic solvent.

I hope they didn't burn the cauldron.

Andro prayed insincerely in his heart, while at the same time a pair of eyes looked bored around the classroom.

The cabinets on both sides are filled with all kinds of glass jars, which are immersed in various strange-shaped animal specimens with different poss.

There are also various organs and tissues that seem to be horrible in humans. These things float in the turbid, unknown solution, making people seem to feel chilly and unwilling to stay here for a moment.

Of course, when you look at it a lot, it feels nothing terrible, because you are used to it.

For example, at this moment, Draco and Zabini are boringly commenting on the contents of the bottles.

"Zabini, Ender, look at that, I bet it must be the brain of some monster!"

Following Draco's gaze, Andros found an interesting glass jar with a sesame-sized brain in it.

Well, in terms of size, it does look like a monster.

After all, the head of that kind of creature is not very big.

After being driven out of the auditorium by Senior Sister Farley, a group of people came to this classroom. They arrived early and there was no one in the classroom.

However, they didn't let them wait long, and the little wizards soon came to the classroom in pieces.

No one dared to be late in the potions class.

Because the main lecturer of this class is Severus Snape, there is a prestigious and terrifying existence among the students.

He had a mouth full of venom, as long as you made a slight mistake in the potion configuration, and you were lucky enough to be noticed by Snape.

Congratulations, you will be honored to get a Snape voice package tailored specifically for you, with a time ranging from ten seconds to five minutes.

Believe me, his cold tone and mean face are enough to talk about autism in any student.

The most frightening thing is that this middle-aged wizard with thin body, sallow skin and a big hooked nose seems to never wash his hair!

The jet-black, greasy hair stuck to his face like a curtain, matched with his long-lasting black robe, the corners of his mouth raised, and the playful eyes.

This is the combination that many students fear most.

Even if there is no class, the first reaction of any student who meets Snape in the hallway is definitely to turn his head to prevent Snape from noticing himself or to have any eye contact with Snape.

The image of the big demon has left a psychological shadow in the hearts of the students.

Of course, the students I'm talking about refer to students other than Slytherin College, and I don't specifically refer to those Gryffindors.

You understand.

The cold classroom, the biological specimens placed all around, plus Snape who often breathes fragrance, the effect of the triple coldness is that you can't resist no matter how much clothes you wear.

...

"Why is the smell here always so unpleasant?"

Pansy walked quickly into the classroom with a vomiting expression. She sat behind Andros, and then complained to several people.

"I feel like I'm going to throw up."

The girl's hair was messy. It was obvious that she just got up on the bed and hurried to the potions classroom after getting dressed in a hurry. Similarly, she didn't wear the silver jewelry that she would wear on her chest.

Andros remembered that it seemed to be a delicate silver butterfly.

Sure enough, I should still look at the little Lolita who is still in the developmental stage.

It really hurts the body to see Yu Jie or something.

"Just getting up?" He asked with concern.

"Yeah, I came here before breakfast." Pansy nodded depressedly, and then there was a sound of cooing in her stomach.

"Thanks to Senior Sister Farley who woke me up in my dormitory, or I would have overslept, I blame Draco, he had to go to that place last night, huh!" The girl snorted coldly when Draco was discussing the surrounding bottles with Zabini.

Draco didn't dare to hear this immediately, he yelled.

"Why do you blame me, who told you to follow me last night!"

Alas, this little straight man has cancer!

Andros rolled his eyes.

She wants you to care about her two sentences, can't you hear them?

"Speak down, Draco, do you want everyone to know?" Andros said gruffly.

"Oh oh oh."

Draco quickly covered his mouth, and then panicked and looked around.

Fortunately, the other little wizards in the classroom were talking in twos and threes or were busy with their own affairs. No one noticed the movement here.

This guy!

Did he exchange souls with that idiot Weasley?

"I still have some packaged food here. You can eat some quickly, if you don't mind if they may be cold."

Glancing at Draco, Andros took out a small package wrapped in kraft paper from his pocket, and then chanted a spell to change it back to its original appearance.

These were originally Ival's rations.

Only some remained under the deliberate control of Andros.

The little snake that only sleeps and eats now needs to control its appetite, and the comfortable life at Hogwarts has allowed it to keep growing.

Whenever that guy rushed into the bed, Andros was really afraid that it would crush the bed.

"Thank you, Ender, but to be honest, I can't eat anything as soon as I smell the smell here."

"This is simple."

Andros chanted the spell, and then slammed his wand down. A refreshing cold wind came from the tip of his rod and spread to every corner of the classroom under his control.

This is not a summoning spell similar to a flock of birds, but a conversion between magical powers.

Yes, as a mysterious energy that is constantly circulating in the wizard's body like blood, magic can be transformed into various natural forms.

For example, non-attribute magic power can be transformed into cold spring water or blazing flames.

Yes, whether it's water entering a spring or blazing flames, they are not summoning spells, but magical transformations.

This is why they will soon dissipate in the air after being out of the control of the wizard.

Yinwu lacks the output of magic power and the control of the wizard, and this transformation cannot be preserved for a long time.

Long ago, ancient wizards discovered this property of magic through complex gestures or runes.After constant evolution, this cumbersome method has been replaced by modern magic with simple spells and gestures.

I have to say that this is definitely a sign of continuous progress in the magic world.

Since magic power can be converted into water or fire.

So naturally, magic can also be embodied as wind, or earth, which is one of the four major elements.

It's just that these two curses are rarely used because they are rarely used.

...

Under the control of Andros, this breeze slowly swept across every corner of the classroom, and then gathered into a ball of muddy air, drifting to the door.

Originally, Andros planned to let this turbid air rush open the door and drift outside.

However, the accident came so suddenly.

Just as Andros was concentrating on controlling the turbid and foul-smelling air, he only heard a pop from the door.

The door was slammed open, and Snape walked in with a gloomy face.

Then he hit the ball of air full of stench.

Merlin!