novelslam Chapter 392 Cedric the Green
Chapter 392 Cedric the Green
Chapter 392 Cedric the Green
Inside the House of Requirements,
After Hermione ate the food that William had brought, she stretched, leaning her elbows on the table, resting her head on her palms, and looked up at William's profile.
William was flipping through the transcribed steps of Wolfsbane Potion.
"It's strange, isn't it, William?" Hermione stared at it for a long time, then suddenly narrowed her eyes and said:
"Professor Snape has no reason to teach you Wolfsbane Potion. This is obviously beyond the standard. I always feel that he is implying something deliberately."
"How?" William glanced at Hermione.
"I mean, there's no way he's counting on everyone to make it work and still keep mentioning werewolves.
Is he implying that there are werewolves around everyone, let us beware early. "
"Who knows, but he's been a great help to us."
William Quill sketched out several of these steps and exclaimed:
"Professor Snape is really a genius. The mixture of Motra's juice and bay leaves can effectively solve the problem that is difficult to solidify."
"Well, I'll try this operation tonight." Hermione said happily, "But does Mormont really need so much Wolfsbane potion?"
"Need, with this, she can gather a large group of werewolves. You must know that without wolfbane potion, werewolves are actually very painful on the night of the full moon."
Mormont did not follow William to England, but gathered some female werewolves on the island to form a new group of forces.
William and Hermione brewed Wolfsbane Potion, none of which was kept, and all would be sent to France to be handed over to Mormont.
As for leaving some chamaejasba potion for sale...forget it, if you want to make money from this, you might as well set up a street stall!
The steps of wolfbane potion are cumbersome and expensive. Werewolves are discriminated against by wizards, and most of them are poor and cannot afford it.
"William, why are you helping Mormont?" Hermione asked hesitantly.
"Hermione, rather than saying we are helping her, it is better to say that she is helping us." William turned a page of the book and said calmly.
"Voldemort's resurrection is inevitable. After his resurrection, the first step is to gather the Death Eaters, and then the dark forces. The werewolf is one of them.
They attacked Muggles and little wizards, causing more panic and deterrence than most dark creatures.
If, with one of our own among the werewolves, and even with our help, Mormont can become the leader of the werewolves, it will be of great help to us in the future. "
Dumbledore has his own plan, but it is impossible for William to do nothing and start developing his own power.
Mormont is a pawn that comes on a whim.
William doesn't expect that this move of idle chess will definitely kill the dragon, but even if it can only provide information, it is a useful investment!
Similarly, werewolves are too dangerous, as can be seen from the French party.
Just like stray dogs in the city, from any angle, they need to be effectively controlled.
Continuing to let them go will only cause more little wizards to suffer.
But at the Werewolf Registration Office of the Ministry of Magic, very few werewolves were registered.This also made it impossible for the Ministry of Magic to make effective surveillance on the night of the full moon.
On the one hand, William hopes to reduce the cost of wolfbane potion, on the other hand, he wants to register the werewolf.
Cost reduction is naturally the work of Professor Snape, a potion master, and the registration list... external forces can't do it, and we can only rely on werewolves to deal with werewolves.
Effectively solving the werewolf problem is even more meaningful than gathering this power to deal with Voldemort!
It would be a stellar political resume, whether William helped Hermione, or someone else herself, become Minister for Magic.
William has already started paving the way for the future.And his goal is to personally train the youngest Minister of Magic.
This is far more fulfilling than being a minister.
Hermione rubbed her cheeks hard to wake herself up, and went back to her Transfiguration homework.
Taking advantage of the noon time, the girl has already solved the homework of three subjects.
So she was so busy that she didn't go to the auditorium at noon, and it was William who helped bring the meals.
Hermione just finished writing halfway, then straightened her legs, her arms were hanging limply and her body was bent forward, with half of her face resting on the textbook, looking unmotivated.
She turned her gaze to one side, and couldn't help staring at William's side face in a daze.
William raised his hand and touched Hermione's forehead, "I don't have a fever."
"Just a little sleepy."
Hermione yawned, rolled up her drooping bangs, gently wrapped them around William's fingers, and tied them carefully.
William had no choice but to keep his left hand on Hermione's forehead, closed the notebook with his right hand, and followed her example, leaning one side of his face on the table.
The two stared at each other.
look at each other.
"You must be tired. After taking so many classes in the morning, after all the calculations, you have actually passed the day, and now you can go to bed." William said.
"But I don't want to sleep."
Hermione seemed to feel that the tabletop was too hard, so she raised her head slightly and held William's hand under her face.
"How was Hagrid's class?"
"It's okay, but he's too anxious." William quickly said what happened in class.
"It's not Hagrid's fault!"
"I don't blame him, but riding a sea monster on the Black Lake is really dangerous."
"Where is Dahei?"
"When school was over at noon, I put it in Hagrid's hut. He said that he would send it to Lu Wei at night..."
William's voice trailed off as Hermione drifted off to sleep with her eyelids cuffed.
William held Hermione's head in his left hand, and gently held her half in his arms.
Hermione snorted softly, turned her head, and found a more comfortable position.
William put his arms around the girl and closed his eyes.
He was going to squint for a while.
Just for a while!
then……
William and Hermione are late!
When William walked through the wet vegetable field and came to Greenhouse No. 10, it was already [-] minutes into class.
Everyone looked at William, and William pretended to be okay, and walked towards Qiu.It seemed that he was not late, but that everyone came... a little earlier.
"Come on, Mr. Stark," said Professor Sprout gently. "You're the only one left."
She was just explaining how dangerous the magical creatures in the Black Lake are, and told everyone to love life and stay away from the Black Lake.
She also talked about what happened in the morning, thinking that those mermaids were too much.
"The mermaids not only attack little wizards, but also eat precious magic plants like seaweed.
I think this kind of behavior is wrong, they can only eat meat, there are so many fish in the Black Lake! "
Listen... Is this human speech?
"Why are you late?" Qiu asked in a low voice.
"Annie looked for you all afternoon and said that you and Hermione were missing. Everyone thought you were killed by Hermione and abandoned in the Black Lake."
"..."
"Don't listen to her nonsense, Hermione and I are serious at noon... studying." William explained.
Qiu obviously didn't believe it. She narrowed her eyes and glanced at William, as if she had seen through everything.
"You must have gone to find the mermaid princess, I will tell Hermione that you hooked up with the mermaid princess again behind your back... What a scumbag!
Fortunately, I don't have a younger sister, otherwise I would definitely tell her to stay away from you. "
What the hell!William had a black question mark on his face.I haven't seen him for a whole afternoon, is he so hungry that he hooks up with the mermaid princess?
That's obviously Cedric's unmarried fiancee!
William would definitely not dare green him!
Professor Sprout finally finished attacking the mermaid, and began to lead everyone to observe a very ugly plant.
They were not like plants, but more like black, slimy slugs poking stiffly out of the black grass.
These plants are still swaying slowly, a bit of the déjà vu of Mongolian death worms.
"Babo tuber," Professor Sprout told everyone cheerfully, "you need to squeeze it by hand, and you have to collect its pus."
"Oh! It's disgusting," Marietta complained.
"Learn to appreciate, boys," cried Professor Sprout, "the ichor is of great value, so don't let it go to waste.
You shall collect them in bottles, not a single drop shall be left, and all shall be squeezed dry! "
William put on a pair of dragonhide gloves, undiluted babo tuber pus, which would cause unusual damage to the skin.
The process of squeezing a tuber is disgusting, but also strangely satisfying.
Whenever a bulge is squeezed, a large jet of viscous, yellow-green liquid will be ejected, and a pungent gasoline smell will be emitted.
The technique William taught in the morning came in handy at this time, and everyone was desperately "pulling the tubers".
"Madam Pomfrey should be happy now."
Professor Sprout, who stoppered all the bottles, said, "The pus of the balbo tuber is the best remedy for intractable acne and pimples."
Everyone thought of Heloise, who had all kinds of pimples on her face.
It seems that she is going to start a counterattack.
Sure enough, every acne patient is a potential stock before disfigurement!
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(Thanks for "Yes, I read it over and over again", fellow Taoists, please stay tuned", the rewards of the two big guys.)
(End of this chapter)