Hogwarts: I'm just here to enjoy the magic

Strong muscles like cast iron appeared on Snape's body.

Draco felt that his understanding of the world had been refreshed.

"This...this shouldn't be..." he murmured.

"What shouldn't happen?"

Snape put his clothes back on.

“This is essential if you want to live the life you want in school.”

Draco was done.

He understood, but failed to understand.

That kind of body shape can appear in Quidditch players, and it can also appear in some people.

But it shouldn't happen to Godfather Snape.

Isn't he the potion master?

Why did he become a muscle stick?

Like a savage.

Snape didn't bother to explain.

I've said it over and over again, and demonstrated it to him personally, but I still don't understand it, so what else can I say?

1+1=2, with such a simple thing, what other tricks can be made?

As a godfather, he has fulfilled his duties and passed on all his knowledge.

A strong body was extremely important during his student days, something he only realized later.

Compared with all kinds of weird black magic that cannot be used directly, even Avada Kedavra is still inferior to a strong body.

That thing has more room for development.

And one more thing.

If Voldemort does not return, the Death Curse will remain the Unforgivable Curse.

The battles between wizards will still only involve the use of some ordinary magic spells, or even physical fights.

Unless they are sure that everything they do will not be discovered by the Ministry of Magic, even if they are discovered, they will not be afraid of being hunted by Aurors.

To be honest, if you have that kind of strength, you don't care what kind of spell you use.

Get rid of all the unnecessary stuff.

The thought of Voldemort gave Snape a headache.

Dumbledore would give him some troublesome tasks.

There were rumors that Voldemort had appeared, and the Death Eaters were constantly carrying out covert activities, so let him find out everything.

Let him check it out!

Being a Potions teacher at Hogwarts is very busy.

He wants to refine and study his beloved potion.

Also teach those idiots with brains no better than trolls how to make medicine.

Also help them revise their homework!

Then we have to observe Quirrell, that guy who looks a little weird, how can he have any free time to do unnecessary things.

Everyone only has 24 hours in a day.

He is not the co-author, he has 48 hours in a day, right?

Day after day, he was not given any peace of mind.

He was so sleep deprived that he couldn't even deal with a three-headed dog.

Also, Malfoy had been inviting him to gatherings among Death Eaters recently.

Even though he didn't say anything serious during the party, I was afraid that he might have said something very important during his absence.

Speaking of which, there is also a party tomorrow.

Damn it, can’t people just have a good rest?

Snape was furious.

But if you are angry, you still have to go.

Take some energy potion.

Fortunately, he was still young and in good health, so he could withstand the abuse.

Otherwise, how could this be done?

okay too...

The main force in finding out about Voldemort was Dumbledore himself.

Although this makes Dumbledore rarely at Hogwarts day by day, making the internal defense seem a bit empty.

I don't think Voldemort has any thoughts about Hogwarts, right?

There was nothing here for him to care about.

Except Harry...

After all, how did the news spread that Voldemort was resurrected?

He even said he had a nose and eyes.

Even many Death Eaters thought so.

Snape's brain was working at high speed.

Various thoughts quickly emerged, and he pressed them down again.

He really has a lot going on.

It is impossible to ponder and analyze all the time.

He moved his legs and rummaged through the medicine cabinet next to him.

A glass bottle was taken out.

The bottle is not big and contains amber potion.

"This is an improved hair tonic. You can take it back and apply it on your head. In three days, your hair will grow back." Snape urged, "Whether you want to learn the Iron Armor Curse or not, leave quickly."

Draco really didn't have any eyesight at all.

Didn't you see that his desk was piled with homework?

He didn't even have time to eat his dinner slowly.

I was correcting my homework while eating.

There really wasn't much time to spend with Draco.

The willingness to provide guidance and help is really based on the relationship between the two parties.

Snape's voice was cold.

Draco shuddered at this.

He subconsciously took the potion and walked out of the office in a daze.

Bang!

The door was slammed shut.

Snape looked at the closed door and frowned.

"Did I even forget to close the door? I've been really tired lately."

He thought that maybe a bottle of energy potion was not very effective.

Maybe it should be paired with something refreshing.

"I remember it seemed to be refined last time..."

Outside.

Draco looked at the potion in his hand, then at the closed door, and let out a long sigh of relief.

"What is this?" Vincent's voice sounded next to him.

This brought Draco back to his senses.

Turn around and look aside.

The guardians on the left and right are all there.

Good guy, he's so clever at a time like this.

Obviously they all came to the professor together to complain.

But when he went in, he was the only one who went in.

Draco was a little angry.

Otherwise, don't give this potion to these two idiots and let them grow their hair slowly.

But it was very ugly.

The thought of being led around the school with two kappa-like creatures all day long.

I just feel bad all over.

That's all, for the sake of your own reputation, let's give them some potion.

Apart from that...

"Do I need to train my muscles?" Draco thought about this.

Having a strong body is actually quite good.

But when I thought that this was to fight Neville, I felt uneasy.

Who is Neville?

Just a piece of trash.

All classes, especially Potions, are often criticized.

It's just a course like History of Magic, where even the teacher is unreliable, I can just mess around.

Now, in order to fight against such a fool, I have to take the initiative to change myself...

It really is as uncomfortable as it is.

so unpleasant...

I really want to do something to vent my anger.

Think about it.

Now it's very easy to handle, it seems, Ron is the only one?

Ok……

Tomorrow, go find him tomorrow!

With the decision made, Draco hurried back to the lounge.

No way.

His big bald spot hasn't been solved yet.

In fact, nothing Draco could do now was of no use.

By the next day, the biggest headlines were his and Harry's Mediterranean bald look.

The Snake Academy and the Lion Academy usually have classes together.

it's good now.

Five bald men appeared in class at once.

Let all the little wizards take a breath.

"Why have they become like this? Is it some kind of fashion style?"