Glory To Slytherin

Chapter 155

From the ancient Rune classroom, Professor Babling’s words echoed in Ulysses’s mind on the way back to the dormitory.

This question had a vague concept in Ulysses’ mind at the end of the holiday, but today, Professor Babling made it clear.

Ulysses had to seriously consider his next development path. The magic pattern is undoubtedly a very important auxiliary means, but it is only an auxiliary means. To become a great wizard, the most important thing is spells and magic.

There are three paths before Ulysses, one is the inheritance magic of the Lestrange family, the second is the parchment scroll left by Salazar Slytherin, and the third is looking for the large library.

Ulysses already had the key to the large library, and the clue to the address was hidden somewhere in the castle by Rowena Ravenclaw. Ulysses decided to find the traces left by Ravenclaw as much as possible this semester.

At noon, in the Slytherin common room, Draco’s grief and fearful voice rang from time to time.

“…It’s a murder! That monster seems to kick my breastbone off a few! I’m going to tell my dad that he will expel that stupid man from Hogwarts!”

He was sitting on a sofa, his right hand pointing excitedly.

The third-grade morning classes are fortune-telling and protecting magical creatures. As a new professor, Hagrid pulled out a 3X-level magical creature like a eagle-headed horse-winged beast for the little wizards in the first class. Let them open their eyes.

Originally the course went smoothly, but when it was Draco’s turn to contact the eagle-headed horse-winged beast, his arrogant attitude angered the eagle-headed horse-winged beast. He raised his front hoof and kicked him directly. The kick made my chest tight, and I couldn’t breathe for a while, and fainted on the spot.

This frightened Hagrid and rushed Draco to the school hospital. Draco’s reaction when he woke up was a bit strange. He gritted his teeth and covered his hands, his facial features were twisted into a ball, but he still abused Hagrid in every possible way, as if it was a painful thing to call Hagrid.

In fact, Draco really couldn’t swallow this breath. He had never suffered such a serious injury since he was a child—not counting the marks left by Ulysses. His mentality hadn’t been corrected so quickly, and he was yelling endlessly to let Hagrid and the eagle-headed horse and winged beast get out.

Ulysses shrugged and said nothing. He doesn’t agree with Hagrid’s letting the little wizards come into contact with eagle-headed horse-winged beasts in the first quarter, but Hagrid’s view of magical creatures is completely different from that of ordinary people. Ulysses would not be too surprised when the eight-eyed giant spider Aragokra came out.

There is only one class in the afternoon, Professor Snape’s potions class.

On the way to the underground classroom, Ulysses ran into Hermione who was hurrying with his textbook and head down.

“Oh, Miss Granger.”

Ulysses greeted politely.

“Ah, hello, Mr. Lestrange. Class is about to start, so hurry over.”

Hermione seemed to be taken aback, suddenly raised her head, and then quickened her pace after speaking quickly, as if she didn’t want to have too much contact with Ulysses.

Ulysses shook his head. It seems that this is only the first day of the new semester, and Hermione has started to use the time converter.

When he stepped into the potions classroom, Ulysses felt the temperature in the air dropped a bit.

Gerrard said in a very low voice beside him:

“Be careful… the dean may be in a bad mood today.”

“He doesn’t seem to be in a good mood every day.”

Ulysses said with a chuckle.

However, Professor Snape seemed to see Ulysses’ smile, looked at this side, and said coldly:

“My class does not allow whispering, hippie smiles. Mr. Lestrange, come to confinement this Saturday.”

Ulysses’s smile froze, and it took a long time before he said the words “but I haven’t started class”.

Professor Snape didn’t have to say to Slytherin College, he would rather put Ulysses in confinement than deduct points from the Snake College.

Millie turned her head, showing a sympathetic and gloating smile.

Slytherin and Ravenclaw are in class today. After the crowd was gathered, Professor Snape’s deep voice sounded from the podium:

“You are in the fourth grade. I think there is no need for me to repeat the low-level potions like Humeizi killer and herbicide. Today, I will introduce to you a potion that has just been invented less than two years ago. .”

The little wizards looked at each other.

“Before that, I would like to ask, where did you learn in Defence Against the Dark Arts class?”

Professor Snape’s cold eyes swept across the classroom.

Qiu Zhang said tentatively:

“Learned… how to play a vampire accurately and reasonably?”

Last semester, when Professor Lockhart was instructing, the Defence Against the Dark Arts class became a drama class, either reading the textbook dryly, or playing drama on the podium. The script was his autobiography.

Qiu Zhang once played a young female vampire and was unexpectedly well received.

Professor Snape let out a contemptuous sneer in his nose, shook his head and said:

“The first-year students should be able to deal with Red Hat and Grindillo. You were doing those house-work stuff when you were in the third grade… Of course, I am not a Defence Against the Dark Arts class professor, so I won’t talk too much about it. Many, but I will tell Dumbledore how much you are behind…”

The little wizards mumbled dissatisfied below, and Professor Snape’s attitude stimulated them, especially the little eagles who have full confidence in learning.

“Quiet. I said that no one except me is allowed to speak. Ravenclaw deducts ten points.”

Professor Snape glanced at them and said coldly, turning a blind eye to the glaring of the kitty eagles, “Before I introduce the potion, I have to mention a dark magical creature, the werewolf.”

“They are fierce and vicious, and they are strong. If you meet a werewolf outside, it is best not to think about anything, turn around and run… They will turn into a wolf posture on the night of the full moon, lose their minds, and become wild beasts that drink blood…”

He paused and glanced at the students of Ravenclaw, his tone fluctuating:

“Mr. Marcus’s Uncle is quite capable. He invented the wolf poison potion, which can make those ugly, disgusting, damn werewolves keep their senses on the night of the full moon, although I would rather he invent an extinct one. Werewolf’s potions are here forever…”

Everyone looked at Marcus, only to find that there was no sense of pride on his face. His relationship with Uncle Damcos Bellby is not very good, no matter what he invented by Uncle, it won’t make him feel light on his face.

Professor Snape took out a tube of silver-white potion and shook it, then said:

“Don’t think that the werewolf is very far away from you… Everything is possible. Next, I will show you compassionately how to save your own life as much as possible if you can’t escape when encountering a werewolf…”