Chapter 75 The Same Treatment
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Qing Mo Da Xian
As the Dark Lord who deterred the British Isles, Voldemort had a difficult life recently.
Escaping from Batman, escaping from Snape, not even going to the Forbidden Forest.
Endure the nausea and wash the wound with povidone iodine, but Quirrell does it without reading the instructions.
But the most miserable thing is that he can only vent in his head.
"My master, please be patient for a few more days."
"Quirinas, of course I have enough patience.
It's just that your current body doesn't allow time to drag on for too long. "
Voldemort was quite communicative when he wasn't angry.
But Quirrell in the office was always trembling.
He carefully cleaned the back of his head with his back facing the mirror with diluted povidone iodine.
"Master, I am very clear about my physical condition."
Dark magic is gradually corrupting this scarred flesh.
In another month or so, if he didn't use the unicorn's blood to fight the poison with poison, he might be completely finished.
Voldemort in the mirror grinned half of his mouth, "In about half a month, your body will not be able to hold on."
Quirrell's hands trembled, and the tweezers holding the cotton almost poked a pustule.
"I will not disappoint you again, Master."
In half a month, the gunshot wound on the leg is probably just right.
The timing is so accurate, it just proves that the so-called patience is just an excuse for deterrence.
……
……
The potions class that traumatized the little lions came again.
Snape, who had been sitting in the classroom early, tapped his fingertips on the desk impatiently.
This rhythmic frequency made the five people who arrived early feel uneasy.
"Very well, our famous Mr. Potter is late again."
Just as Harry was about to say that it wasn't time yet, he got up and walked over quickly.
"You haven't washed your hands, do you think potions can be treated casually?"
Ron, who was not the main target, was about to explain something when Harry quietly tugged on his school robe.
Filch's methods of torturing people are not brilliant, but the tricks are endless.
Even if the two of them cleaned up the trophy room as quickly as possible, Snape could find countless reasons to deduct points from it.
"Potter and Weasley, each deduct 10 points."
As soon as Seamus and Dean entered the door, they were stared at by him so that their whole bodies shivered.
"Finnigan, Thomas, you are late."
"Professor, we didn't..."
"You want to quibble?"
Seamus shut his mouth tightly.
In Snape's class, it's best to keep your tail between your legs.
It is commonplace for someone to contradict the professor or something.
But such a powerful combat power has never shaken a single person.
After Vincent brewed a perfect potion, Snape coldly dropped the irony that "it will only be made according to the contents of the textbook".
It's not that he hasn't thought about changing the formula ratio.
But recently I've been so busy that I don't even have time for a night tour.
The twins had already announced that they were going to break up, and he was still sorting out the previous papers on Transfiguration, and was struggling to find some time to practice the Disillusionment Curse from his busy schedule.
The extent of half of the body is not enough to go to the Forbidden Forest alone.
Snape, out of sight and out of mind, simply pretended that this person didn't exist.
Oh, and Hermione.
Since she was deducted 5 points in the first class, she would never get up or speak before the other party nodded.
Potions class was also the only place where Draco didn't dare to be presumptuous.
"Malfoy, you have to cook a new one before get out of class ends."
Snape stayed away from this ugly "failure" in front of him in disgust.
"Yes, Professor."
Draco was very obedient.
He couldn't figure out why his headmaster always allowed himself to enjoy the same treatment as Harry.
So after class, he wrote to old Malfoy for help.
The reply was quick and arrived that very evening.
But Draco became even more confused after reading it.
Snape was not fair and just, but he also had a clear distinction between love and hate.
It is not surprising for Harry who drove Voldemort away, but for his good friend's son, it can only be explained by some kind of spur in disguise.
He covered his face in the quilt and fell asleep thinking about it.
kitchen.
Vincent, who hadn't had a supper for a long time, stopped under the reluctant eyes of the twins.
"Don't persuade me, wait until I fully learn the illusion spell."
George sat slumped in front of him as if he had been abandoned, "Vincent, did you agree to accompany us to the end of time?"
"I never said that."
"You have!" Fred wiped the corners of his eyes, "Do you know how I got here in the past five days?"
Vincent glanced at Hermione who was quietly eating tomato and egg noodles.
"Eh—it's also interesting to chat with the door knocker."
"No!" George stood up. "Did you know she can already cover an arm with the Disillusionment Charm?"
"do not know."
"Do you know that her fighting strength has already caught up with us?"
"do not know."
Vincent, who was indifferent all the time, didn't know what they were thinking.
After staying with such a hard-working genius for a long time, no matter how big the heart is, he will feel the pressure.
"She didn't call you to join me?"
"It's just uncomfortable without this."
He took out the small black book that recorded his itinerary, "Tomorrow is Saturday, so get up later."
The twins cheered and Hermione finished the last mouthful of soup.
"Where are you going to explore tonight?"
"Fifth floor!"
Fred smiled and approached Vincent, "Dude, you would never have guessed what we found there."
"It can't be the Philosopher's Stone anyway."
"You must be scared." George pushed open the kitchen door. "Hermione was so scared that she even threw away the book."
"I didn't!" She strode forward.
"Just admit it~"
She chased it all the way.
Vincent was a little confused, "What the hell is it?"
Fred smiled mysteriously, "You will know when you arrive~"
The thing on the fifth floor must be very special to make the twins work hard to sell it.
Or in today's Hogwarts Castle, it is a precious item second only to the Philosopher's Stone.
"Oh, it's boring~" Fred stopped in front of an abandoned classroom.
The door was open, and Hermione and George should have both gone in.
Vincent walked into the classroom under his signal.
With the help of the moonlight shining through the window, both of them could be seen standing in front of a plain mirror.
There is also a line of inscriptions engraved on the curved mirror frame at the top:
[erisedstraehruoytubecafruoytonwohsi]
Reading it backwards means:
[I show not your face but your desire]
Vincent understood why the Mirror of Erised hadn't been put in the room on the fourth floor.
Deng, spiritual mentor, Bullido, hasn't talked to Harry yet.
"It allows us to see our deepest, most intense desires." Hermione looked away from the mirror.
George turned around with a smile, "Do you want to guess what we all saw?"
……
……
Escaping from Batman, escaping from Snape, not even going to the Forbidden Forest.
Endure the nausea and wash the wound with povidone iodine, but Quirrell does it without reading the instructions.
But the most miserable thing is that he can only vent in his head.
"My master, please be patient for a few more days."
"Quirinas, of course I have enough patience.
It's just that your current body doesn't allow time to drag on for too long. "
Voldemort was quite communicative when he wasn't angry.
But Quirrell in the office was always trembling.
He carefully cleaned the back of his head with his back facing the mirror with diluted povidone iodine.
"Master, I am very clear about my physical condition."
Dark magic is gradually corrupting this scarred flesh.
In another month or so, if he didn't use the unicorn's blood to fight the poison with poison, he might be completely finished.
Voldemort in the mirror grinned half of his mouth, "In about half a month, your body will not be able to hold on."
Quirrell's hands trembled, and the tweezers holding the cotton almost poked a pustule.
"I will not disappoint you again, Master."
In half a month, the gunshot wound on the leg is probably just right.
The timing is so accurate, it just proves that the so-called patience is just an excuse for deterrence.
……
……
The potions class that traumatized the little lions came again.
Snape, who had been sitting in the classroom early, tapped his fingertips on the desk impatiently.
This rhythmic frequency made the five people who arrived early feel uneasy.
"Very well, our famous Mr. Potter is late again."
Just as Harry was about to say that it wasn't time yet, he got up and walked over quickly.
"You haven't washed your hands, do you think potions can be treated casually?"
Ron, who was not the main target, was about to explain something when Harry quietly tugged on his school robe.
Filch's methods of torturing people are not brilliant, but the tricks are endless.
Even if the two of them cleaned up the trophy room as quickly as possible, Snape could find countless reasons to deduct points from it.
"Potter and Weasley, each deduct 10 points."
As soon as Seamus and Dean entered the door, they were stared at by him so that their whole bodies shivered.
"Finnigan, Thomas, you are late."
"Professor, we didn't..."
"You want to quibble?"
Seamus shut his mouth tightly.
In Snape's class, it's best to keep your tail between your legs.
It is commonplace for someone to contradict the professor or something.
But such a powerful combat power has never shaken a single person.
After Vincent brewed a perfect potion, Snape coldly dropped the irony that "it will only be made according to the contents of the textbook".
It's not that he hasn't thought about changing the formula ratio.
But recently I've been so busy that I don't even have time for a night tour.
The twins had already announced that they were going to break up, and he was still sorting out the previous papers on Transfiguration, and was struggling to find some time to practice the Disillusionment Curse from his busy schedule.
The extent of half of the body is not enough to go to the Forbidden Forest alone.
Snape, out of sight and out of mind, simply pretended that this person didn't exist.
Oh, and Hermione.
Since she was deducted 5 points in the first class, she would never get up or speak before the other party nodded.
Potions class was also the only place where Draco didn't dare to be presumptuous.
"Malfoy, you have to cook a new one before get out of class ends."
Snape stayed away from this ugly "failure" in front of him in disgust.
"Yes, Professor."
Draco was very obedient.
He couldn't figure out why his headmaster always allowed himself to enjoy the same treatment as Harry.
So after class, he wrote to old Malfoy for help.
The reply was quick and arrived that very evening.
But Draco became even more confused after reading it.
Snape was not fair and just, but he also had a clear distinction between love and hate.
It is not surprising for Harry who drove Voldemort away, but for his good friend's son, it can only be explained by some kind of spur in disguise.
He covered his face in the quilt and fell asleep thinking about it.
kitchen.
Vincent, who hadn't had a supper for a long time, stopped under the reluctant eyes of the twins.
"Don't persuade me, wait until I fully learn the illusion spell."
George sat slumped in front of him as if he had been abandoned, "Vincent, did you agree to accompany us to the end of time?"
"I never said that."
"You have!" Fred wiped the corners of his eyes, "Do you know how I got here in the past five days?"
Vincent glanced at Hermione who was quietly eating tomato and egg noodles.
"Eh—it's also interesting to chat with the door knocker."
"No!" George stood up. "Did you know she can already cover an arm with the Disillusionment Charm?"
"do not know."
"Do you know that her fighting strength has already caught up with us?"
"do not know."
Vincent, who was indifferent all the time, didn't know what they were thinking.
After staying with such a hard-working genius for a long time, no matter how big the heart is, he will feel the pressure.
"She didn't call you to join me?"
"It's just uncomfortable without this."
He took out the small black book that recorded his itinerary, "Tomorrow is Saturday, so get up later."
The twins cheered and Hermione finished the last mouthful of soup.
"Where are you going to explore tonight?"
"Fifth floor!"
Fred smiled and approached Vincent, "Dude, you would never have guessed what we found there."
"It can't be the Philosopher's Stone anyway."
"You must be scared." George pushed open the kitchen door. "Hermione was so scared that she even threw away the book."
"I didn't!" She strode forward.
"Just admit it~"
She chased it all the way.
Vincent was a little confused, "What the hell is it?"
Fred smiled mysteriously, "You will know when you arrive~"
The thing on the fifth floor must be very special to make the twins work hard to sell it.
Or in today's Hogwarts Castle, it is a precious item second only to the Philosopher's Stone.
"Oh, it's boring~" Fred stopped in front of an abandoned classroom.
The door was open, and Hermione and George should have both gone in.
Vincent walked into the classroom under his signal.
With the help of the moonlight shining through the window, both of them could be seen standing in front of a plain mirror.
There is also a line of inscriptions engraved on the curved mirror frame at the top:
[erisedstraehruoytubecafruoytonwohsi]
Reading it backwards means:
[I show not your face but your desire]
Vincent understood why the Mirror of Erised hadn't been put in the room on the fourth floor.
Deng, spiritual mentor, Bullido, hasn't talked to Harry yet.
"It allows us to see our deepest, most intense desires." Hermione looked away from the mirror.
George turned around with a smile, "Do you want to guess what we all saw?"
……
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