Chapter 253： Communication Club

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Chapter 253

The classmates of the duel club began to whisper about gains and losses again, whispering to each other. Tasting book

"It doesn't work all of a sudden, it's okay just now." Colin Creevey said puzzledly.

"Holy guard!" He tried again, but the wand still didn't respond at all.

"My wand didn't respond at all." Justin also said glumly.

"Don't just recite the spell directly," said a girl with long pale blonde hair. "Use your happiness and intuition to communicate the spell."

"Call God to guard!"

She easily summoned a cloud of silver gas.

"But Luna, how can I use happiness and direct communication of spells?" Ginny bit her lip, thinking hard.

"It's like you've always been sure of the horned snorer, and then you found it." Luna said lightly, her expression seemed to be saying a trivial thing.

"Oh, I'm going to ask Harry." Colin Creevy narrowed his mouth and said disapprovingly, the horned snoring beast did not exist.

Ginny tilted her head and didn't follow Luna's thoughts. She began to recall George's words just now, "Taste the real happiness, follow this happiness, like a rope, to connect with more happiness."

More people are whispering to each other, exchanging skills and exchanging know-how.

Suddenly, the duel club became a huge communication heart, a huge discussion class, and everyone talked and knew each other.

They talked to each other, their own thoughts and opinions on the curse of the patron saint, and chatted with each other about the beautiful memories they recalled. People talk to each other and know each other. This is the first such large-scale inter-academic exchange in Hogwarts' history in recent decades.

"Hey, my name is Don Quixote, and I am a new student in Gryffindor this year." The familiar Gryffindor new student, he was having a very pleasant chat with a Slytherin new student.

"Hello, I am also a freshman. My name is Gisano. I am glad to meet you." The little boy in Slytherin stretched out his hand to shake hands with Don Quixote in a friendly manner.

People’s pleasant communication and cordial conversation turned the entire dueling club into a tea party. It looks incredible, but no one stops it, no one wants to interrupt the process.

They only think that today’s classmates are particularly friendly, and they only feel that they are in a particularly happy mood today. Everyone is happily communicating with everyone and happily talking with others.

Before he knew it, George had left the stage. He left the duel club, the noisy and cheerful duel club.

Walking in the quiet, dark corridor, George's mind became very calm, "The influence of will on wizards is even greater than imagined. The curse of the patron saint released collectively can even temporarily change everyone's mood."

The joy of the duel club continued, until the lights went out, the candlelight of the club dimmed. People reluctantly left the happy chatting friends and left the cheerful duel club.

On the second day, the duel club was still full of people, the only exception was that George did not show up.

Without George's guidance, it became very difficult for everyone to release the curse of the patron saint. They have to spend more time training and communicate more with everyone. According to their previous memories and recalling the previous scenes, they continued to train the guardian **** spell,

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Time went on like this, it was Thursday, which was not a pleasant thing for Harry.

Thursday was the **** potions class again, and he was going to see the **** Snape again, and he would continue to be ridiculed and tortured by Snape in class. This was already a repertoire of the potions class.

"This class was simply changed to. Snape publicly humiliated the Gryffindor class." Harry said angrily.

Snape was the worst teacher in the academy. He almost didn't have a trace of face. He was the Dean of Slytherin, but he made no secret of Slytherin's bias. His hatred of Harry and his hatred of Gryffindor were also unabashed.

He spent most of his time in class mocking Gryffindor and torturing Harry. During these ridicules, he would put a little bit of his mind on the content of the potions class.

I have to say that Snape is still a bit level, even if he spends a lot of time mocking and attacking Gryffindor's students. The Potions class could still proceed as planned, but this would not comfort Harry at all.

Today, Malfoy still looks seriously injured. He always pretends to be crooked while walking, and the bandage on his right arm has changed several shapes. He pretended that he was seriously injured and wanted to frame Hagrid.

"Does it still hurt, Draco?" Pansy Parkinson asked stupidly.

"It hurts very much," Malfoy said in an exaggerated tone. "That **** Hagrid must be trying to murder a student."

Snape didn’t care about Malfoy’s performance It’s a well-known thing that he is biased towards Slytherin students, even he did not hide it, he let Malfoy be in his class speak.

Their potion course today is to make a new kind of potion, "shrinking potion."

Malfoy happened to be assigned to the same table as Harry and Ron, and they needed to prepare the same potion at the same table.

"Sir." Malfoy said, holding up his intact hand. "Sir, my arm is injured. I need someone to help me cut these daisies."

"Weasley, cut the daisies for Malfoy." Snape said lazily.

Ron flushed with anger. He and Malfoy were extremely at odds. This time Snape arranged for Malfoy to be his helper, which was really terrible.

"You are pretending to be injured at all," Ron said angrily.

Malfoy smiled contemptuously, "Weasley, cut these roots, you should have heard Professor Snape's words."

Ron picked up the knife and randomly cut Malfoy's daisies into different sizes and shapes.

"Sir." Malfoy said, dragging his voice. "Weasley cut my daisies into a mess, sir."

Snape came over and followed his hook nose and looked at the table. The zombie face under his long, oily black hair gave Ron a very unpleasant smile.

"Weasley, you and Malfoy exchange daisies."

"but..."

Ron argued weakly. It took him a quarter of an hour to carefully cut his own daisies, cutting them perfectly.

"Now." Snape said unceremoniously.

(To be continued.)

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