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

Malfoy actually taught everyone in the Good Hungry Club how to make potions.

This news shocked many young wizards, and they went to see it just to join in the fun.

then……

I took the initiative to stay and study.

The learning atmosphere here is great and there is a strict supervisor.

Will Malfoy accept his punishment?

It must be impossible.

Licoris said yes to Pansy because she felt she could convince him.

The art of language, in Licoris's case, means talking to people and talking to ghosts.

It is not difficult to persuade Malfoy, but what is difficult is that he will not be weird during the teaching process.

It would be nice if he was willing to teach Potions. You can't expect too much, so you can only act as a palliative.

"Which one of you wants to be the first?" Malfoy stood arrogantly in the potion training room and glanced at the many young wizards huddled by the door to watch the fun, but no one came in.

Malfoy looked at Lycoris with a happy expression on his face: "Look, it's not that I'm not willing to teach, it's that no one is willing to learn."

"Is it true that no one wants to learn Potions?" Lycoris knew that this situation should give the little wizard time to think, but she didn't want to miss this publicity opportunity. "Mr. Malfoy's potion making skills, I believe you all Everyone knows that he has never been criticized by the dean..."

The little lion, who was often criticized by Head of Slytherin, looked at Professor Snape's most proud student, who looked like he deserved a beating.

How did this classmate convince him to teach?

"I...can I try?" A small voice appeared suddenly in the quiet classroom, and everyone looked over.

It's Neville Longbottom.

Neville Longbottom had never seen so many eyes looking at him except when he was sorting. He was so nervous that he sweated.

"Can I?" Neville Longbottom said bravely.

It's him?

Malfoy raised an eyebrow.

Gryffindor crybaby, brainless.

Tsk! interesting.

"Of course," Licoris said after receiving his pleading look, "You can receive three potion raw materials for free. Please sign here. What potion making does Mr. Longbottom plan to try?"

"Scabies potion," Neville Longbottom felt much less nervous under the girl's gentle introduction, "I want to make a scabies potion."

Neville Longbottom knew that this potion would be easy for most young wizards to use, but after messing up the first lesson, he never succeeded once.

Every time I make it, I remember that the first time I made it, the liquid was poured on it, leaving me with red and painful scabies. During the treatment, it was quite miserable.

So Neville Longbottom became more and more nervous, and then failed again.

Malfoy was praised by the professor as an excellent person in making scabies potion. With his guidance, he should not fail again... right?

"Okay, here are the raw materials for three portions of scabies potion." Licoris selected the raw materials and gave him a tray.

"Three handfuls of dried nettles, three snake teeth, a moderate amount of horned slugs, and three handfuls of porcupine quills," Licoris counted them in front of him. "Mr. Neville Longbottom, please sign the receipt."

"Oh, oh, okay." Neville Longbottom wrote his name on the recipient's line. After Licoris took it and checked it was correct, she wrote her name on the distributor's line.

"Mr. Longbottom can go to Mr. Malfoy with the raw materials for the potion." Lycoris smiled at him very affectionately, showing her standard eight teeth.

Neville Longbottom walked towards the table carrying the tray, and the girl was also ready to take a look at the teaching situation.

When Lycoris turned around, her eyes hurt a little when she saw Malfoy's mischievous expression.

He won't let go, right?

Try to convince yourself.

No, I can’t get over this hurdle in my heart.

Malfoy looked at the Gryffindor crybaby walking over tremblingly, and planned to tease him. It would be fun to watch him run away crying.

"Ahem—" Malfoy looked at the place where the cough came from, and Lycoris clasped her hands together in a sign of begging.

Malfoy thought of the way she spoke when he asked him to grab a seat...

Tsk! Give her some face and try to tease Neville Longbottom next time.

"Hello, Malfoy, what should I do next?" Neville Longbottom put down his things and looked at him helplessly.

"What's the use of looking at me for what you're going to do next? You make it, otherwise how will I know which step you have a problem with?" Malfoy frowned, "Do you need someone else to teach you how to make such a simple potion?"

"Yes, yes, please, please Malfoy." Longbottom said this, but Malfoy didn't know what to say.

It can be regarded as sincerity to overcome arrogance.

"Hurry up, I'm busy." Malfoy stood beside him with his arms folded.

"Can't your snake teeth be ground a little? Who are you trying to choke to death with those big teeth?"

"Is your scale tilted so you can't see it? Are you going to add three parts of nettles at once?"

The boy criticized Neville Longbottom's operating procedures in a sharp voice.

"Is that a steaming slug?!" Malfoy saw that the fire under Neville Longbottom's cauldron had broken, and hurriedly waved his hawthorn wand to turn it into a simmer, saving the unformed Potion.

"Mr. Longbottom, if you had known that you were boiling slugs and not casting some fire spell, you would have known to use a low fire."

Unexpectedly, Malfoy's vicious tongue was inherited from his godfather.

But really, who cooks slugs on such a high fire? Is this charcoal grilling?

Speaking of which... I kinda want to eat barbecue.

Lycoris listened to Malfoy criticizing Longbottom and wanted to eat something inappropriately.

"Thank you, Mr. Malfoy!" Neville Longbottom looked at the scabies potion in the crucible and was so moved that he actually made it!

"The quality is so bad. The first time I made it, it was better than this one. Look at the quality," Malfoy raised his eyebrows and said coldly, "I don't even want it if you give it to me."

Neville Longbottom didn't care about Malfoy's sarcastic words, that was how he usually treated him anyway.

"Thank you Malfoy, can I try again?"

While the feeling was still there, Neville Longbottom made another one independently. Although it is not perfect, he is already very content.

Malfoy couldn't stand his behavior, "Isn't it just a scabies potion? What's there to be proud of?"

Malfoy didn't understand the extent of Longbottom's psychological shadow over his repeated attempts at scabies potion, and he finally came out of it.

"Thank you, Malfoy." Neville Longbottom suddenly hugged Malfoy and rushed out.

Malfoy was shocked, and so was Lycoris.

The little wizards who had just been frightened by Malfoy's serial taunts were also stunned.

"Stupid Longbottom! I want to tell my father! How dare he touch the noble Malfoy!" Malfoy was quite unhappy.

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It's ten o'clock today, so I'll get up early tomorrow if I have something to do. I can’t reply tonight, I’ll reply tomorrow