v2 Chapter 468： The game is about to start

Sean spent three full days "dealing" with the larvae of the two fried tail snails.

Yes, it's just swaying. This creature has been extremely aggressive since childhood. If it's just feeding, it's fine, but if you keep playing like Sean, it's easy to get blown up.

But Sean couldn't do anything about it. For some reason, his animal whisperer didn't work for the blow-tail snail, and the affinity for magical animals rarely failed.

Exactly, this fried tail snail has no eyes

Therefore, Sean wanted to try to "communicate" with the sensory organ of the fried tail snail, and then he could only get started.

However, after the series of explosions, the two fried tail snails were about to be smeared by Sean, and he could not find a way to establish a connection with the fried tail snails.

Maybe only the creator of the blow-tail snail like Hagrid can really communicate with these guys.

Although Sean thinks it's not that the fried tail snail and Hagrid get along well, but that Hagrid is rough and meaty and doesn't care about the explosion of the fried tail snail

Temporarily giving up training on blowing tail snails, Sean focused on other things.

Since the start of the fifth grade, things have been going smoothly, and the atmosphere in the school has been much stronger than before. Sean, the teaching assistant of the Transfiguration class, also gave a "vivid" Transfiguration class to the new first-year students.

The sophomore and third graders who had no class at that time even ran to the outside of the classroom to watch secretly. After seeing the excitement of the freshmen in the classroom, turning curiosity, fear, shock, and finally completely bowing to the charm of Transfiguration, the second and third graders They all showed comfortable expressions.

That's how they came here, and now seeing the new students come this way, the satisfaction in their hearts is indescribable in words.

Sean also noticed that someone was peeking outside, but he didn't care. The focus of the class was still the saplings in front of him.

Overall, it is still a satisfactory introductory course on Transfiguration. The performance of the students is not satisfactory. Sean is confident that after his own teaching, the new students will be better.

Of course, Capone's performance made him very satisfied. This child, who was born with a huge source of magic power, showed amazing talent, which made Sean's eyes keep shining, and he couldn't be satisfied.

And that Henry Rice naturally didn't dare to be rampant in Sean's class, and Sean didn't target him.

Anyway, he believes Capone is capable of handling the problem.

Aside from taking classes and teaching others, Sean didn't forget another important thing.

In the frightening speculation of the truth, the fly is a special existence, and according to the information brought by Stephanie during the summer vacation, the Nott family, the pure blood family that still exists in the UK, can be related to the original fly. .

There is a high probability that "Mr. Audience who will not be fooled" is a fly in the dark fable poet and the greedy snake of wisdom, and "Mr. Audience who will not be fooled" has a relationship with the ancient Greek Nott family. Entanglement may even lead to the demise of the Nott family.

Now, the Knott family in England is the branch left behind when the ancient Greek Knott family perished.

Faced with a rare breakthrough, Sean certainly couldn't give up, and the best entry point was obviously Slytherin's student, Theodore Nott, who was the same grade as him.

The only troublesome point is that this Theodore Nott is a lone wolf-like task, withdrawn and indifferent, and basically does not participate in group activities.

One day, Sean tried to say hello to Theodore Nott, but others ignored him, the Hogwarts "red man", as if passing a statue.

Sean, who returned resentfully, found his little friend in Slytherin, and he was also one of the very few Malfoy masters who could talk to Theodore Not so far.

In the silent classroom, if anyone could see this scene in front of them, their jaws would probably drop.

Two people who usually do not deal with each other, Sean Wallup and Draco Malfoy, are discussing something in a low voice at this time, and they look very familiar.

"Draco, what's the situation now?"

As the current president of the rising power of Slytherin Academy, the "Glory Club", Malfoy has been quite proud of himself recently.

When he truly agreed with Sean's statement, pure-blooded glory was no longer those stupid bullying and insults, and unprovoked attacks on those non-pure-blood wizards were now considered very low-level behavior in Malfoy's eyes.

Where have you put the glory of pure blood wizards?

If someone called a Muggle-born wizard a Mudblood, that's what Malfoy would ask him.

And Malfoy, who completely agreed with Sean's point of view, also copied Sean's rhetoric. With his already prominent family background and Sean's help from time to time, he set off a "pure blood glory" in Slytherin. wind.

"Make pure blood great again" is a slogan that has become familiar to many Slytherin students.

Under Malfoy's unremitting efforts, many of the original pure-blooded concepts have begun to change. They are students. Although they have been influenced by their parents for more than ten years, they have been living with people who have completely different concepts like Malfoy for a long time. Under the circumstances, their original thinking has undergone substantial changes.

What exactly is pure blood orthodoxy? The "Honor Club", which has an increasing number of members, has proven this.

Of course, in order to make Malfoy's leadership more stable, Sean still plays a role that he does not deal with - although many people think that this is Sean's unilateral molesting Malfoy

After hearing Sean's question, Malfoy puffed out his chest arrogantly: "Does it need to be said? There are more and more members, and although there are many stubborn and ignorant guys, they can't make a big splash. , and we are the only force that has become a climate.”

"As expected of Master Malfoy, there is still a good way to win people's hearts and promote slogans." Sean slapped Malfoy's **** in a joking tone.

The young master immediately raised his nose: "It's just a small achievement, and now I have put my focus on the lower grade students, they will be affected much less, it won't take long, maybe by the next school year, Most of the lower grade Slytherin students will agree with my point of view. Well, a bunch of guys who don't even know the glory that pure blood represents, let me teach them well."

"Then I'm looking forward to good news from you. If you need any help from me, feel free to find me." Sean patted the other person on the shoulder.

Malfoy shook his upper body a little awkwardly, but he didn't want to force Sean's hand.

He still has a very complicated perception of Sean now.

Malicious? Almost gone.

Hate? Maybe bring some more?

friend? Of course the arrogant Master Malfoy would not admit it.

Admirable peers? Master Malfoy's mouth would read: This guy's got his way.

Draco Malfoy, he still maintains a touch of hostility and competition to Sean, but he doesn't make the stupid targeting behavior he used to do.

One thing he knows but doesn't want to admit is that he does see Sean as a very good partner.

Partner was his highest word, and the word friend was not suitable for the naturally noble Master Malfoy - especially if the other party had beaten him.

"Okay, I know. What's the matter with calling me out all of a sudden?" Malfoy asked slowly, still in the same tone as before, but without the annoying arrogance.

"Theodore Nott, should you be familiar with it?"

"Theodore?" Malfoy frowned his slender golden eyebrows, "Of course I'm familiar, that guy is quite capable and proud. When I first created the Honor Club, I wanted to add him to the club, but he always They all like personal actions. I have invited several times without success, and in the end, it's over - what, he messed with you? Want me to help you teach him a lesson?"

Sean smiled: "How come, I want to be friends with him, but there is no starting point, and there is no response when greeting him."

Speaking of this, Malfoy became proud again: "Of course, Theodore is proud of him, and he can take the initiative to say hello, that's all."

Sean continued, "It's you?"

"of course."

"So I came to you for help." Sean spread his hands.

Malfoy glanced at him, his eyes narrowed, and he also seemed shrewd: "Why are you looking for him when you have nothing to do? Don't say you want to be friends with him, the two of you have nothing to do with each other before, let alone any grievances, your friend. That's enough, there's no need to go out and find a lonely guy."

Sean showed his white teeth, and Malfoy was getting smarter, but dealing with smart people would save trouble.

"Okay, let me tell the truth—" Sean spread his hands, "I am very interested in the history of the ancestors of the Nott family. I recently discovered some interesting things, which happen to be related to the history of their family."

Malfoy glanced at Sean, then dragged his chin with one hand and said, "I know a little bit about the Nott family, the history of their family?"

"uh-huh."

Malfoy didn't ask Sean what the "interesting thing" was, and after thinking for a while, he said, "I can help you find out, but Theodore rarely mentions his family, and he's not that kind. People who like to share secrets."

"It doesn't matter, I only need to know some general information. Of course, for more detailed things, even if Theodore Not know, I only need the current situation of those materials, for example."

"Storage location?" Malfoy narrowed his eyes.

Sean smiled: "Draco, you know me better and better."

"Hey, do I still know what you're thinking, but I have to remind you that all pure-blood families value their family history, genealogy and other things very seriously, even if I find out some news for you, if you want to secretly It's not realistic to sneak into Nott's house."

Sean is dumbfounded. Malfoy knows his own style of behavior very well. However, although Sean has this idea, there is no need to implement it now. Knowing that Old Nott is back in the arms of Voldemort, he rashly explores. The old house of the Knott family is easy to be stunned.

"Forget it, how to deal with it is your own business. I will try my best to find out as much information for you as possible. Of course, it is best for Theodore to know it himself."

"Then trouble you, Draco."

"Just a little problem."

Time is advancing like this, and the fried tail snail is slowly growing. Of course, the adjective slowly may not be accurate. In just one month, the small thing that was originally three inches long has grown into a two-foot monster, with a carapace. It's all over it - Sean still hasn't found a way to communicate with this guy.

And Malfoy's inquiries about the news of the Nott family are also in steady progress. Malfoy, who had spent a lot of time at the honor meeting, regained his friendship with Theodore Nott.

According to the news that Malfoy sent back from time to time, he and Theodore Nott were already talking about the pure blood family, and Malfoy also began to lead the topic to the history of the other family.

I believe it will not be long before I can bring back some useful information to Sean.

It was October, and when they returned to the castle from the herbal greenhouse, a large group of students had already gathered on the bulletin board.

Sean tiptoed across the crowd and read the words on the notice board to Hermione, who wasn't tall enough.

Big Four Tournament

Representatives from Nurmengard, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will arrive on Friday 30 October at 6pm. Afternoon classes will end half an hour early—

At that time, please send the schoolbags and textbooks back to the dormitory, gather in front of the castle, welcome our guests, and then attend the welcome banquet.

After reading, Sean snapped his fingers: "Good news, the last class that day was Snape's Potions class, and I could save half an hour of torture."

Hermione raised her eyebrows: "Maybe Snape will choose to compress the time and increase the intensity of tormenting you?"

"Hermione, can we have a good chat?" Sean couldn't help laughing.

Hermione shrugged. "It's reality."

"The reality is that people from other schools are coming, and the semi-final competition is about to start. The stained canvases on the fifth floor have been cleaned up. It's obvious that I haven't cleaned it for so many years."

"Because it's a really important event," said Hermione, stopping to look back at Sean and you're still going to play, aren't you? "

"Why not? How interesting." Sean said with a smile.

Hermione rolled his eyes at him, and said in a worried and worried tone: "But I must remind you, this is not a child's play, the semi-final competition is dangerous, you must not play with this mentality. !"

Seeing Hermione's attitude, Sean also put away his hippy smile and said seriously, "I promise you, I won't take it lightly."

Hermione's expression became satisfied: "It's almost-"

A week passed quickly, and on the morning of the 30th of October, when they went downstairs for breakfast, they found that the auditorium had been redecorated overnight. Huge silk banners hung on the walls, each representing a Hogwarts house: Gryffindor with a golden lion on a red background, Ravenclaw with a bronze eagle on a blue background, Ravenclaw on a yellow background Hufflepuffs with a black badger and Slytherins with a silver boa constrictor on green. Behind the staff desk hung the largest banner with the Hogwarts crest: lion, eagle, badger and snake linked together around a large h.

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