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

This guy is really...

If you don't give a souvenir properly, just throw it away. He also speaks in such a arrogant and arrogant way. As the old saying goes: Cats hate dogs when they are seven or eight years old, but he is still very childish even though he is eleven years old.

Adults don't care about children.

"Okay," Licolis's expression didn't change, her tone was as normal as "It's snowing today", "Please bring it to me next time."

Malfoy was satisfied, "Where are you from?"

"Go out for a walk," Lycoris walked up to him, put the candy box next to her and sat down, "Why are you here so early? Gore Crab is not with you?"

"They are in the dormitory, catching up on their homework." Malfoy leaned on the sofa and tapped the armrests of the sofa with his fingers, appearing to be in a good mood, "I came here to laugh at Potter. Unwanted children can only spend the holidays at school."

It's really hard for you. You returned to school early just to mock Potter.

What is the difference between this behavior and the news I saw before about a stray cat climbing up the tenth floor and beating up a domestic cat?

They are all busy.

Licoris complained inwardly, her expression natural.

"Then you may be disappointed. Potter is doing well and has even gained a little weight." He is in a good mood, exercising more, and the school food is much richer than the food he used to eat at his aunt's house.

"Did you play with Potter?" Malfoy stopped tapping the sofa with his fingers and suddenly turned to glare at her, "You actually played with him behind my back?"

"No, I just played with Nott and saw Potter when we were eating in the auditorium." Licoris explained.

"Oh, you didn't play with Potter, you played with Nott..." Malfoy nodded after hearing what she said, and then realized something was wrong, "Why do you want to play with Nott?"

"Because..." Licoris stood up, "He and I are both detention students."

She picked up the candy box, raised her hand and moved her fingers, "Let's go, boss, you can play by yourself."

Malfoy was sulking. How could his lackey play with others?

Unexpectedly, she stayed in school because she had nowhere to go.

Licoris returned to the dormitory, put the candy on the table, pulled out a chair and read the spell book.

Suddenly, the words "life curse" came to mind.

If every wizard's favorite and most proficient spell is the natal curse, then Potter's natal curse is the disarming spell.

Expelliarmus, Potter shouted that Expelliarmus defeated Voldemort, which was a huge hit.

Hermione, on the other hand, had no spells that she was not good at, so she lit up all the skill points of the spells.

Ginny is the Bat-Spell, and thus gains Slughorn's attention.

All turned to stone, it's Na'vi's happy spell.

Everyone has it, what about you?

She should also specialize in one, Lycoris thought, a spell that can be cast instinctively without thinking.

First, eliminate the three unforgivable curses: the Killing Curse, the Cruciatus Curse, and the Soul-Tampering Curse.

The Unforgivable Curse requires extreme negative emotions to be effective, and the user will be imprisoned in Azkaban for life.

Lycoris has no interest in Azkaban, and...

The girl lowered her eyes. She had no strong negative emotions. Not now, not in the future... it's best not to have either.

After much deliberation, it seems that Shenfeng Wuying is the best to use. It can cause death, or it can be cured to heal.

The question is, now that I go to my godfather and tell him that I want to learn Shen Feng Wu Ying, will he throw me out of the office?

Licolis rubbed her eyebrows, don't worry about this yet.

Hermione came back before school started and got herself a box of sugar-free snacks, made by her mother.

Do all Western mothers have sweets?

Licoris didn't know because she had no female elders.

As far as she knew, Potter's Aunt Petunia did it, Weasley's mother did it, Malfoy's mother did it, and now Hermione had brought one for herself.

Lycoris was confused, so she asked.

"Not every mother has to know how," Hermione smiled, "Sweets can bring happiness. They just want their loved ones to be happy."

It makes sense. Eating sweets will secrete dopamine, which not only satisfies the desire of the mouth but also has a scientific explanation.

"Thank you, auntie, for me." Licoris opened it and ate one on the spot.

Hermione hesitated to speak. She still didn't know who Nico Flamel was. Ron and Harry have been having adventures all Christmas. Do you want to ask Licoris?

"Have you heard of..." Have you heard of the name Nico Flamel?

Before Hermione could speak, she was interrupted by someone else, the same annoying Malfoy.

"Come here, I have something to do with you." Malfoy was unhappy when he saw the savior's follower, and called the follower back.

"Then Hermione, I'm leaving first? If you need anything, use the owl to find me." Licoris said goodbye to Hermione and walked towards Malfoy.

"What's going on?" Licoris asked.

What could be wrong with Malfoy, he just couldn't stand a Gryffindor coming to see her.

"How's your club doing?" The sudden wisdom also reminded him.

"Fortunately, did you forget about Christmas vacation? Who is going to study?" Licoris reminded him.

Hermione felt a little worried for her when she saw her friend chatting with the annoying guy. She was having a hard time in Slytherin.

In this way, Hermione missed the person who learned about Nico Flamel.

The semester started and everything was the same as before.

But there is something different. Quidditch training has begun.

Gryffindor versus Hufflepuff, if they win, they can take home the House Cup.

"If you think about it, you won't be able to catch up with this Quidditch match even if you are training now." The resentful boy beside him was hard to ignore. Licoris comforted him, "You can look forward to the Quidditch match in the second half of the year."

Why didn't Malfoy know?

He was just unhappy. How could Gryffindor deserve to beat Slytherin?

Trouble.

Seeing his expression, Lycoris remembered that Gryffindor really won this game.

"What if... I said what if, Gryffindor really wins..." Seeing that someone was already angry enough to become a pufferfish, Licoris closed her mouth.

Okay, the anger is gone.

Licoris had no choice but to go to the club to read by herself.

"Father, are you going to be the referee for this Quidditch match?" Lycoris heard about this while having dinner in the auditorium, and then pulled out the original impression from her memory.

"Yes," Snape hummed, "I applied."

No need to ask, you know who it is for.

"What if Gryffindor wins?" Lycoris deliberately mentioned, "We Slytherin might lose this Academy Cup."

Snape looked up. He didn't think this was something Lycoris would say.

The girl looked at the young man with brown eyes, as if seeking an answer.

"I will treat him fairly," Snape said.

You even treat a game fairly, but you don't get a fair treatment.