HP: After binding to the strongest wizard development system

Time passed, and the wind blowing in from the window had brought enough heat. Till ended the last assessment and said goodbye to Snape in front of him with a smile.

It is now mid-June. Thiel has finished his final exams and the additional elective course assessments arranged by professors. When the transcript comes out in a week, Thiel will know whether he will continue to be busy next academic year or whether he will have more free time. .

Till's friends, including Bill, who was about to take the OWL exam, also successfully completed all their exams. Everyone began to pack their bags. The day after attending the year-end banquet was the day to go home.

In a rare free summer vacation, Till did not arrange any outing plans for herself. This meant that for two whole months, she could have a good rest at home, learn what she wanted to learn, play what she wanted to play, and occasionally play with her friends. Make an appointment to meet.

There were no surprises at the year-end banquet. The Quidditch cup was brought back by Professor Flitwick and placed in the Ravenclaw common room, with the names of fourteen players including Till engraved on it.

However, the House Cup still belongs to Slytherin this year. Having lost the Quidditch Cup, they have a huge advantage in the competition for the House Cup, almost crushing the other three houses.

Fortunately, Slytherin won the House Cup not once or twice. Although everyone was regretful, they were not too disappointed. They only occasionally hummed to themselves dissatisfiedly when seeing the proud expressions of the Slytherins.

Early the next morning, Till and others, who were traveling lightly, met in the lobby on the first floor. The students who had changed out of their school uniforms were dressed in different colors. However, Till had caught a cold last night and temporarily changed into long-sleeved and light clothes this morning.

Whenever she catches a cold, no matter how high the outside temperature is, she will feel a chill in her body.

"Would you like to go to Madam Pomfrey's and get a bottle of refreshing potion?" Till seemed to be in a bad mood, so Charlie started to walk to the campus hospital, but was stopped by Till's mouth.

Till shook his head and leaned against Mgina with a frown on his face: "No, I have already taken a refreshing drink myself, but as you know, this is an old problem of mine."

If you were really feeling unwell and could just drink a magic potion, there wouldn't be so many wizards in the world dying of serious illness. Till knew that he would recover soon if he took a good rest and kept warm.

After boarding the Hogwarts Express, because of Till's poor mental state, everyone had no intention of playing around and asked Till to lie down on the innermost seat of the seat and take a good rest, while everyone else also took care of themselves.

Either reading a book or closing your eyes to relax. The only sound in this car was the sound of each other's breathing.

"Dong dong dong, is Miss Emery in here?" The train had only been traveling for an hour when there was a knock on the compartment door. Through the carriage door, a voice from outside came in, a cautious male voice.

Hearing that it was a boy knocking on the door, Charlie took the initiative to get up and open the door, but he only opened it a little. He lowered his voice and asked, "Tiel is resting. What can I do for you?"

As he said that, Charlie frowned.

The boy in front of him was no stranger to him. He was a first-year student in Slytherin. The reason why Charlie knew him was because his grades in Potions class were notoriously poor, and he was someone who could surpass Charlie's record.

Although he was obviously a Slytherin, Snape tried to deduct points from him several times, not even wanting to give him the face of his own house.

It is conceivable that the other party's Potions study was so poor that even a Gryffindor called Charlie felt a little sympathy for him.

Charlie can relate to the pain of Potions.

Moreover, this boy is a mixed race. I heard that life of mixed races in Slytherin is not very smooth.

Realizing this, Charlie looked at the other person with a gentler look, especially when the boy said next, even Charlie could smile at him.

"Professor Snape asked me to deliver it. He said it would be good for Miss Emery." The boy took out a bottle of potion from his pocket and did not dare to look at Till and others inside. After stuffing the potion, he He wanted to leave, but asked Charlie to hold him back.

There is naturally no problem with Snape's potion. Although Charlie didn't know that Snape would ever be so kind, a potion that can make Teal feel better, no matter whose hand it is, is a good potion. .

"Thank you, I'll treat you to this piece of candy. It was made by my mother herself." Charlie didn't ask the other party to go away. He smiled and took out a piece of candy from his pocket and handed it over. Then he lowered his voice and winked and said, " If you are not good at Potions, you can come to me in the future, I still have some experience on how to pass Potions."

Charlie was once a student who was struggling with Potions. Now when he sees someone who has the same problem, he wants to help him.

It would be nice to suffer less at Snape's hands.

The boy was stunned, quickly thanked him with the candy in his hand, and then hurried away.

I just don’t know if his thanks are for the candy, Charlie’s kindness, or both.

Charlie closed the carriage door again, and when he turned his head, he saw Till lying on Mgina's shoulder, looking over funny: "When did Charlie become so kind? I thought you hated every Slytherin equally. .”

"I never said that." Charlie snorted, put the potion in front of Till, and then looked at Mgina carefully.

Charlie still remembered a certain quarrel between himself and Mgina. It was the most violent quarrel between the two of them. They didn't even want to look at each other for several days - the reason for the quarrel was because of Slytherin.

Charlie would not overturn a whole boat of Slytherins with one stroke, but Mgina obviously had some grudges against Slytherin, so Charlie had avoided mentioning his opinions about Slytherin in front of Mgina since then.

Fortunately, under Charlie's careful observation, Mgina's expression did not change much. His conversation with the Slytherin boy just now did not make Mgina dissatisfied.

This undoubtedly made Charlie feel relieved, and he also hoped that he and Mgina could agree on certain points.

He has realized how special Mgina is to him.

Charlie's little thought was not discovered by Tier. Tier was picking up the potion and observing it carefully. After discovering that there were obvious traces of blue-green magic flowing in it, he wrinkled his face, then opened the potion bottle and opened it. Drink it in one breath.

Till's whole face was twisted in pain: "Professor Snape's potion really doesn't taste very good."

If Thiel's guess is correct, the blue-green magic traces are produced by adding castor oil and blackroot. Although the treatment effect for colds will be better than the refreshing potion, but Tyr's blunt statement, the bitter taste of the potion The degree is also directly proportional to the effect.

Not to mention that Snape had a habit of making potions taste disgusting.

Till felt as if his tongue was wrapped in large chunks of shoe polish, and then was brushed back and forth with the bitter taste.