Chapter 106 The blame that should be carried is still not escaped after all
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Qing Mo Da Xian
For several days, Vincent brewed potions in his spare time.
In exchange for 33 Galleons, there were four potions with short-term boost effects.
He put the twenty or so vials into the large box under the bed, and then recalled Snape's strange behavior during the day.
This man didn't deduct Gryffindor points today!
And even Harry didn't pay much attention, just simply scolding Seamus and Neville.
The water is very deep, and it is estimated that people can drown.
"Thinking about it makes my scalp tingle~" He shook his head, looking at the roommates who were sleeping soundly.
Neville's snoring was not too loud, but James and Alfred had been sleeping with earmuffs on these days.
"Hu-hu-"
This movement is like an electric drill, but in fact, it only needs a silent spell to solve it.
But this is only available in the fifth grade charms textbook, and it is not very humane.
But four years later...
Anyway, Vincent knew that James and Alfred had learned it, and would definitely give Neville a shot every night before going to bed.
Just thinking about it made him feel too miserable, so he had to put on the earmuffs several times before he put them on properly.
When I wake up, it's the weekend again.
After the morning's Quidditch practice, Harry grabbed Vincent who was about to take off his protective gear.
"What's wrong? Mysterious."
Came to an abandoned greenhouse, Harry closed the door and locked it.
"I think I know the true identity of the mysterious man."
Vincent was a little confused, "Who?"
"Snape!"
Harry lowered his voice, "When Ron and I were leaving the club room on Wednesday, I just saw him sneaking up from the stairs."
"Maybe he's sleepwalking?"
"No, we quietly followed and found that he went to the forbidden right corridor on the fourth floor."
The place where the bait was placed had changed, and Snape should have gone to remove the potion.
"You'd never guess what we saw, Vincent—"
Isn't it Lu Wei's cutie, who has touched it all.
"It's a three-headed dog, a sleeping three-headed dog!"
Vincent pretended to shake his body, "Then, it must not be raised by Snape."
"Of course not!" Harry suddenly became agitated.
"Huh—" he calmed down a little, "we didn't find Snape when we went in, he went down through the trap door next to the head of the three-headed dog."
"Have you followed?"
"No, we've been waiting outside for a long time."
Vincent was a little disappointed, "And then?"
"He looked very ugly when he came out." Harry shuddered, "It's about the same as when we were in the auditorium last time."
"This--"
It was expected that the potion would be taken away, but it was probably not expected that the fake would be so "realistic".
"Haven't you seen the mysterious man?"
"Ah, yes."
His expression was very serious, "Even if Malfoy didn't cover it up, maybe he would do it to cover up his identity—you know what I mean."
This is what Quirrell would like to see most.
The big black pot of the mysterious man was really pinned on Snape.
"Harry, Quirrell actually—"
"Hey, so you are here!"
Both turned their heads and saw Wood through a thick layer of glass.
"Here comes Mr. Smith, and he says Harry's broom is ready!"
"Let's go first." Harry gestured for secrecy with his eyes.
After such an interruption, Vincent suddenly changed his mind.
Such a coincidence to meet Snape?
I'm afraid it didn't come from Dumbledore's calculations!
As expected, the man who defeated the first Dark Lord was able to come up with such a plan for his cultivation.
Harry will grow if he joins in, and if he doesn't join, he will make progress under constant speculation.
"Good morning, Mr. Wayne - Mr. Potter."
Qiao Sen took out a broomstick from the box that was similar in color to Rogue Rabbit, but two times smaller.
It is less angular and basically follows a streamlined design.
Harry's big eyes lit up suddenly.
From the design to the data, the broom, which was customized strictly according to him, was finally finished before the competition next month.
"Mr. Smith, you—" Vincent was startled by the dark circles on his face. .seven
"It's okay." Qiao Sen took out a bottle of potion from his pocket and took a sip. "As long as I have it, I can still work for two more months!"
This light blue color has a slight fragrance of mint, which is exactly the Buffy brain-boosting agent that increases brain power.
During Harry's low-altitude test, Vincent had already established that the potion was not only addictive, but also caused the drinker's hairline to move.
Qiao Sen, who was excitedly recording the data, seemed to have not noticed any changes in his body.
There are many bald wizards in the wizarding world. If you invent a phased treatment potion, you will definitely make a lot of money.
"Mr. Wayne, please come and test it too."
Harry's flying experience is good, fully in line with the theoretical data.
Vincent took it, and it felt more than twice as light as Rogue Rabbit.
"Mr. Smith, you didn't cut corners, did you?"
"Of course not." Johnson pointed to the branches at the tail, "Mr. Potter's body type is actually more suitable for light weight, so we replaced it with balsa wood from South America.
The balance has been adjusted according to the weight, which can make Mr. Porter completely feel no weight when flying. "
Vincent got it.
If the Rogue Rabbit is compared to an amazing Bugatti with high horsepower and weight, then the broomstick in your hand is a traditional lightweight European supercar.
Sweeping, who has been beaten by the light wheel this year, is afraid that it will create a new series.
Also flying at low altitude, he has already considered whether to use the small money he earned from selling the Forbidden Forest to invest in this promising broom company.
"The flight data is basically the same, and Mr. Wayne's performance is still as strong as ever!"
Johnson's emotion below reminded Harry of the recent Quidditch training.
Wood, who is the goalkeeper and captain, is naturally very strong, but Vincent can score goals from extremely tricky angles every time.
Once the Quaffle hit Fred's bat and unexpectedly bounced into the far left goal.
Wood was an idiot at the time.
This person is the old man Meilin who enjoys the meal, and this person is the old man who feeds the meal. It depends on the mood to decide whether to eat or not.
After a gust of wind passed, Vincent stopped firmly in front of the two of them.
"Very good, Harry, you must be very comfortable with it?"
"Ah—yes."
Qiao Sen closed the notebook, took the broom in his hand and looked at it carefully.
The torso was fine, and the tail branch didn't fall off.
"Mr. Potter, it is yours now."
Harry took it somewhat unexpectedly, "Really? Can I really have a broomstick?"
"Professor Dumbledore agreed."
"So that's how it is." He hugged the broom in his arms fondly.
"What are you going to name it?"
"Gwendor!" Harry introduced the origin of the name.
Rudolf Brand of the Heidelberg Hounds of Germany proposed to Gwendo Morgan of the Holyhead Harpies on the spot after a seven-day game in 1953.
The marriage proposal was unsuccessful, and Rudolph was even beaten into a concussion by Gwendo with a five-star sweep.
Johnson's eyes suddenly brightened, "Mr. Potter, this name is very good!"
Harry, who didn't know he was being targeted, nodded shyly.
Vincent thought for a while, and found that the protagonist of this story is really an ordinary child.
But he still didn't understand Dumbledore's persistence.
Just because of the magic called love, can it resist Voldemort's Killing Curse?
……
……
In exchange for 33 Galleons, there were four potions with short-term boost effects.
He put the twenty or so vials into the large box under the bed, and then recalled Snape's strange behavior during the day.
This man didn't deduct Gryffindor points today!
And even Harry didn't pay much attention, just simply scolding Seamus and Neville.
The water is very deep, and it is estimated that people can drown.
"Thinking about it makes my scalp tingle~" He shook his head, looking at the roommates who were sleeping soundly.
Neville's snoring was not too loud, but James and Alfred had been sleeping with earmuffs on these days.
"Hu-hu-"
This movement is like an electric drill, but in fact, it only needs a silent spell to solve it.
But this is only available in the fifth grade charms textbook, and it is not very humane.
But four years later...
Anyway, Vincent knew that James and Alfred had learned it, and would definitely give Neville a shot every night before going to bed.
Just thinking about it made him feel too miserable, so he had to put on the earmuffs several times before he put them on properly.
When I wake up, it's the weekend again.
After the morning's Quidditch practice, Harry grabbed Vincent who was about to take off his protective gear.
"What's wrong? Mysterious."
Came to an abandoned greenhouse, Harry closed the door and locked it.
"I think I know the true identity of the mysterious man."
Vincent was a little confused, "Who?"
"Snape!"
Harry lowered his voice, "When Ron and I were leaving the club room on Wednesday, I just saw him sneaking up from the stairs."
"Maybe he's sleepwalking?"
"No, we quietly followed and found that he went to the forbidden right corridor on the fourth floor."
The place where the bait was placed had changed, and Snape should have gone to remove the potion.
"You'd never guess what we saw, Vincent—"
Isn't it Lu Wei's cutie, who has touched it all.
"It's a three-headed dog, a sleeping three-headed dog!"
Vincent pretended to shake his body, "Then, it must not be raised by Snape."
"Of course not!" Harry suddenly became agitated.
"Huh—" he calmed down a little, "we didn't find Snape when we went in, he went down through the trap door next to the head of the three-headed dog."
"Have you followed?"
"No, we've been waiting outside for a long time."
Vincent was a little disappointed, "And then?"
"He looked very ugly when he came out." Harry shuddered, "It's about the same as when we were in the auditorium last time."
"This--"
It was expected that the potion would be taken away, but it was probably not expected that the fake would be so "realistic".
"Haven't you seen the mysterious man?"
"Ah, yes."
His expression was very serious, "Even if Malfoy didn't cover it up, maybe he would do it to cover up his identity—you know what I mean."
This is what Quirrell would like to see most.
The big black pot of the mysterious man was really pinned on Snape.
"Harry, Quirrell actually—"
"Hey, so you are here!"
Both turned their heads and saw Wood through a thick layer of glass.
"Here comes Mr. Smith, and he says Harry's broom is ready!"
"Let's go first." Harry gestured for secrecy with his eyes.
After such an interruption, Vincent suddenly changed his mind.
Such a coincidence to meet Snape?
I'm afraid it didn't come from Dumbledore's calculations!
As expected, the man who defeated the first Dark Lord was able to come up with such a plan for his cultivation.
Harry will grow if he joins in, and if he doesn't join, he will make progress under constant speculation.
"Good morning, Mr. Wayne - Mr. Potter."
Qiao Sen took out a broomstick from the box that was similar in color to Rogue Rabbit, but two times smaller.
It is less angular and basically follows a streamlined design.
Harry's big eyes lit up suddenly.
From the design to the data, the broom, which was customized strictly according to him, was finally finished before the competition next month.
"Mr. Smith, you—" Vincent was startled by the dark circles on his face. .seven
"It's okay." Qiao Sen took out a bottle of potion from his pocket and took a sip. "As long as I have it, I can still work for two more months!"
This light blue color has a slight fragrance of mint, which is exactly the Buffy brain-boosting agent that increases brain power.
During Harry's low-altitude test, Vincent had already established that the potion was not only addictive, but also caused the drinker's hairline to move.
Qiao Sen, who was excitedly recording the data, seemed to have not noticed any changes in his body.
There are many bald wizards in the wizarding world. If you invent a phased treatment potion, you will definitely make a lot of money.
"Mr. Wayne, please come and test it too."
Harry's flying experience is good, fully in line with the theoretical data.
Vincent took it, and it felt more than twice as light as Rogue Rabbit.
"Mr. Smith, you didn't cut corners, did you?"
"Of course not." Johnson pointed to the branches at the tail, "Mr. Potter's body type is actually more suitable for light weight, so we replaced it with balsa wood from South America.
The balance has been adjusted according to the weight, which can make Mr. Porter completely feel no weight when flying. "
Vincent got it.
If the Rogue Rabbit is compared to an amazing Bugatti with high horsepower and weight, then the broomstick in your hand is a traditional lightweight European supercar.
Sweeping, who has been beaten by the light wheel this year, is afraid that it will create a new series.
Also flying at low altitude, he has already considered whether to use the small money he earned from selling the Forbidden Forest to invest in this promising broom company.
"The flight data is basically the same, and Mr. Wayne's performance is still as strong as ever!"
Johnson's emotion below reminded Harry of the recent Quidditch training.
Wood, who is the goalkeeper and captain, is naturally very strong, but Vincent can score goals from extremely tricky angles every time.
Once the Quaffle hit Fred's bat and unexpectedly bounced into the far left goal.
Wood was an idiot at the time.
This person is the old man Meilin who enjoys the meal, and this person is the old man who feeds the meal. It depends on the mood to decide whether to eat or not.
After a gust of wind passed, Vincent stopped firmly in front of the two of them.
"Very good, Harry, you must be very comfortable with it?"
"Ah—yes."
Qiao Sen closed the notebook, took the broom in his hand and looked at it carefully.
The torso was fine, and the tail branch didn't fall off.
"Mr. Potter, it is yours now."
Harry took it somewhat unexpectedly, "Really? Can I really have a broomstick?"
"Professor Dumbledore agreed."
"So that's how it is." He hugged the broom in his arms fondly.
"What are you going to name it?"
"Gwendor!" Harry introduced the origin of the name.
Rudolf Brand of the Heidelberg Hounds of Germany proposed to Gwendo Morgan of the Holyhead Harpies on the spot after a seven-day game in 1953.
The marriage proposal was unsuccessful, and Rudolph was even beaten into a concussion by Gwendo with a five-star sweep.
Johnson's eyes suddenly brightened, "Mr. Potter, this name is very good!"
Harry, who didn't know he was being targeted, nodded shyly.
Vincent thought for a while, and found that the protagonist of this story is really an ordinary child.
But he still didn't understand Dumbledore's persistence.
Just because of the magic called love, can it resist Voldemort's Killing Curse?
……
……
