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

Malfoy thought for a while, and realized that splashing water on Potter was indeed something he could do, and now that she mentioned it, he was really eager to try it.

"Boss, I advise you to give up your terrible idea." Seeing his ready-to-move expression, Licoris quickly dissuaded him, "It won't do you any good."

It seems so.

"Go on." Malfoy was curious about what else he would say.

"If the crucible exploded with a pile of waste and covered him, I would think that he could make a potion and fry it." Lycoris sighed.

"You don't think I did it?" Does she believe herself so much? Malfoy was pleased that his follower was enlightened.

"You're so good at making potions, why did you blow up Potter?" Lycoris didn't understand.

"I mean?" Malfoy said, "I hate him."

"You have no grudges against potions, so why would you sacrifice a pot of potions just to disgust Potter?" Lycoris asked, "Would you do it?"

"No." What she said made sense. The raw materials of the potion did not offend her. Precious raw materials are hard to come by, and Potter doesn't deserve them.

"What about the others?" Malfoy suddenly found this idea very interesting.

"Others? What if you mean that Potter is covered in blood and his life or death is unclear?" Lycoris gave Malfoy a shocking "what if", and then added, "Or he was dead when I came in. ?”

Dead...dead?

Malfoy licked his lips nervously, such a terrifying assumption?

"Do you think it's me?" Malfoy was unsure.

"I would think there must be an invisible third person in the room," Licoris said firmly, "or else someone might have used some magic potion to disguise yourself as you, or even used magic to control your body."

"Why not me?" Malfoy was still very happy because she believed her firmly.

Looking at the happy boy in front of her, Licoris said, "You won't."

You won't kill anyone.

How bad could someone be with a unicorn hair wand?

Compared with his lawful evil self, Draco Malfoy is simply a little angel.

Malfoy looked at him reflected in the girl's brown eyes, dazed for a moment.

"As my follower, I have been wronged and wronged. You have to help me." The boy began to show off again, and his gelled hair seemed to be shining. "Do you hear me?"

"Do you believe I have the ability to help you?" He looks very weak now. Where does he get the confidence?

good question.

Malfoy was speechless and had nothing to say. She was protected by herself, so how could she have that ability?

"You help me inform my dad. My dad will solve it. He can solve all problems."

"Okay." Licoris nodded.

The two people suddenly fell silent, not knowing what they were thinking.

"Then I'm going to the Quidditch field." Malfoy dropped these words and opened the door first.

Licoris didn't move, still sitting there.

He really believed in, no, admired his father.

When he found out that his father was groveling in front of Voldemort, she didn't dare to imagine how much the impact on her outlook on life was.

People who looked up to as gods were pulled off the altar and begged for mercy from others.

I don't know how long it took, Licoris got up and went to the lobby, sitting at the front desk to study - this was her study plan for today.

"Hello, classmate, is this the study room?"

Licoris looked up and saw a handsome boy wearing a yellow scarf.

"My name is Cedric Diggory, third grade. I heard them say in the common room that you can study here. Come and have a look." The boy looked at the Slytherin girl in front of him and explained, "Are you bothering you? Already?"

Seeing the boy's slightly shy smile, Licoris came back to her senses.

"Hello, senior, you didn't disturb me. I am Licoris Snape. This is indeed the study room. Let me show you around." Licoris got up and walked over.

"But you need to keep your voice down," she pointed to the silence signs everywhere and spoke in a low voice, "There are still people studying."

"I understand, then I won't disturb Mr. Snape." Cedric Diggory wanted to find a quiet environment to study, so naturally he would not make any noise.

Licolis took him around and introduced various places in a low voice.

Cedric Diggory marveled at the girl's idea that this was indeed a better place to study than the library or the common room.

"Student Snape, I want to study in the single study room on the right until the holidays. What do I need to do?" He liked the study atmosphere of being alone without being disturbed, and fell in love with the partitioned study room almost at first glance.

Licoris introduced it emphatically and also talked about the charging issue.

"Money is not a problem," Cedric Diggory took out the money and handed it to her, "Can I go study now?"

"Of course," Licoris took the money and pointed to the food next to her, "Senior, you can come over if you are hungry or thirsty."

"Thank you." Cedric Diggory nodded and walked to the right.

Watching the boy leave, Licoris recalled things about him from her mind.

Cedric Diggory - Hogwarts Light.

Hufflepuff students are smart, talented, and courteous in dealing with others.

Died in the Triwizard Tournament.

The person in the book is now standing in front of him alive, smiling at himself.

If you ask Licris how she feels, she will answer that she doesn't feel anything at all.

She wouldn't rush to be friends with him or try her best to save his life or anything like that.

I did not travel here to save others.

No one has the obligation to take responsibility for other people's lives, and he doesn't want to save the world.

Being poor cares themselves, being wealthy cares the world.

Take care of yourself and you'll be great.

Lycoris took out a green-covered book from the cabinet and registered Cedric Diggory's information.

Happily, this is the first paying member since the club was founded.

In order to avoid any quarrels, Licoris adopted the double-entry bookkeeping method.

There are no bank transactions in the magical world. Everyone withdraws money directly from the Goblin Bank. A cash journal is sufficient, but of course, a general ledger is also indispensable.

Licoris was very strict, and she thought of a way to leave traces on her own. Things happen, leaving traces for inquiry.

For example, now, the accounting records are clear, and in the future, both the investor Malfoy and the principal Dumbledore will be able to account clearly.

Losses belong to Malfoy, and profits are used as future start-up capital.

Licolis suddenly thought of what Hermione had said, and she felt wronged and gave in to Malfoy.

Compared with all kinds of bosses he met at work, Malfoy was already a good client.

No one can live with money.