HP: By the lake of Snake Garden, flowers bloom on the other side

The first pot of magic potion in Lycoris' giant cauldron was boiled, and she slowly removed the fire. Gululu's potion calmed her down, and the thick dark green texture made people afraid to step forward.

Isn't this thing just for drinking?

This is the only thought in the minds of everyone who saw the production process on site.

"This is not for drinking," Licoris explained as she "heard" everyone's thoughts as if she had the ability to read minds, "This is for smearing on the body."

"Why do you need to apply this? For beauty and skin care?" Pansy looked at the pot of things and remembered the raw materials she had just added.

"No, it's for treating bruises and bleeding." Lycoris stood on a low stool and looked at the people below, "This is for us to use in the training match before the Triwizard Tournament."

"I don't understand," Neville Longbottom stood up and asked, "What does this pot of potion have to do with the Triwizard Tournament?"

Severus Snape glanced at him, and Neville Longbottom shrank his neck and pointed his toes towards the door.

forgotten!

Mr. Snape, the Potions Master, is here today.

terrible!

Did he just glare at me?

Did I just say the wrong thing?

"Good question!" Lycoris smiled and nodded to Neville Longbottom and said, "As the organizer, Hogwarts is about to hold the Triwizard Tournament. In case the students from the other two schools follow us If there is any friction, wouldn’t it be embarrassing if we lose?”

Lycoris looked around and deliberately irritated her, "Normally, it is inevitable that our four colleges will be noisy. If someone from those two schools provokes..."

The members of the Hungry Club below heard what President Liklis said and began to think that they had been provoked.

I just don’t know why, but the face that everyone imagines to be provocative is Draco Malfoy.

Everyone's confused eyes drifted towards him, and Malfoy stared back coldly.

What to look at! Are you scolding me in your heart again?

Malfoy was very unhappy and said, "Do you want to continue to restart the dueling club for the second grade?"

Listening to his tough tone, Licoris nodded carelessly, "Yes."

"Just like what Mr. Malfoy said," Lycoris looked at everyone, "I want to continue to open a dueling club, but we are now a club, so we changed the name to a dueling training match."

"I..." After Neville Longbottom opened his mouth, he realized that everyone was looking at him. The many gazes made him nervous, and his voice became lower and lower, "I... I'm not good at this..."

"We don't force everyone to participate." Licoris likes to have choices, so she will naturally let others have choices. "Sign up voluntarily."

"I'm willing to sign up." Malfoy was the first to agree. After saying this, he deliberately looked at Neville Longbottom and raised his eyebrows with a smirk to threaten him.

There is no Quidditch training this year, and I am not old enough to participate in the Triwizard Tournament. This battle training match is very suitable for me. I wonder who my opponents are?

Neville Longbottom naturally saw Draco Malfoy's evil smile, and he took a guilty step back, almost stepping on a Gryffindor girl behind him.

"I'm sorry... I didn't mean to do it." Neville Longbottom raised his right hand and touched the back of his head, smiling innocently.

Neville Longbottom felt guilty when he saw Draco Malfoy and did not dare to look at him.

His Boggart was Draco Malfoy, and the fact that Neville transformed the Boggart into a cross-dressing Malfoy was enough to impress his forgetful mind.

The kind of memory that doesn't require a memory ball is impressive.

"I have already reported it to Professor McGonagall, and she has agreed. From now on, our potion teacher, Professor Snape, will be responsible for everyone's safety. Students who are willing to sign up can receive a bottle of potion."

Licoris filled her big pot of potion on the spot. Although her father didn't say much, he was standing here to support her.

Licolis asked Nott to help her register her recordkeepers, and there were really many students who signed up.

"Senior Snape, can you come if you are not a student of our Hunger Club?" A little Gryffindor girl with freckles and dimples squeezed in front of Lycoris who was filling the potions, and said nervously, "Are there any grade restrictions?"

Lycoris stopped what she was doing and looked at the girl. The girl was a little embarrassed to be looked at by Senior Snape's brown eyes.

This is a good opportunity to recruit new people!

Licoris knows that not everyone likes to study, and not everyone can sit still and read seriously.

Reading and studying are quiet, but training games are active.

"Wait a minute!" Lycoris smiled brightly at the little Gryffindor girl, then turned and ran to the side.

"Malfoy, can you do me a favor? I need you to help me divide the potion." Lycoris gestured to the little girl with her eyes and said, "I have something to tell her, and Nott is helping me. Take the names, Pansy is helping me distribute them, I can only ask for your help."

"Want me to help?" Malfoy drawled, "Please."

Here comes this trick again.

Licoris' tone didn't change, "Please."

"Tsk! What's your tone?" Malfoy frowned, "No, there's no sincerity."

Then don't blame me for using my ultimate move.

Lycoris stood on tiptoes and leaned close to Malfoy's ear, "Please, Draco."

After saying that, Licoris took a step back and looked at him, "Okay?"

"Okay, okay!" Malfoy waved his hand and said in disgust, "Look, that little Gryffindor fool is waiting impatiently."

"Please." Licoris turned around and walked away, pulling the little girl and starting to talk.

"Just talk, why are you so close?" Malfoy muttered, walking towards the huge cauldron.

Malfoy stood on a low stool, holding a wooden spoon and filling potions.

His ears were red, and the pink color spread to his neck.

"Malfoy, are you hot?" Neville Longbottom looked up at Malfoy and clenched the glass bottle in his hand.

Neville Longbottom, who had signed up with Theodore Nott, received a bottle of potion from Pansy Parkinson, and then saw Draco Malfoy handing out the potion, so he took advantage of it. past.

"What does it have to do with you whether I'm hot or not?" Malfoy said in a cold tone. When he saw him, he thought of his embarrassing things. "After receiving it, hurry up and leave. Don't let me throw you into trouble in front of so many people."

As Malfoy spoke, he pointed his slender index finger at the half pot of potion in front of him.

Neville Longbottom was not angry when Malfoy glared at him. He smiled and shook his head, "This is the potion that the president has just prepared. You won't throw me into it."

"You!" Malfoy was angry.

Is he trying to bully me?

Malfoy took out the wooden spoon and stared at him with gray-blue eyes, "Say it again and see if I will throw you in."