Chapter 544

Unless you make Neville's sixth cauldron in a potion a big deal, nothing happens in the next two days.

What is worth mentioning is only Neville's tragic experience, although no one can save him.

Professor Snape's vengeance seems to have risen to a new level after a summer.

When Neville melted the sixth steamer, a lot of ridicule could be described as extremely acrimonious.

Of course, Professor Snape detained Neville's classroom labor, as is often the case.

Worst of all, Professor Snape asked Neville to open a bucket full of horned toads, which brought him back almost to a mental breakdown.

On that dark night, of course, only for Neville, it was disgusting enough to face a large number of long horned toads.

Neville looked in a terrible state, and just before ten o'clock in the evening, he stumbled in from the outside of the lounge, looking like he had just vomited.

"What's the matter, Neville?" Van Lin asked. He saw Neville pale and sitting on the sofa with some nails

"More than six hours..." Neville's voice is a little bitter. It seems that he

"You finished that..."

"Toads, damn it, have been in that basement for more than six hours, and he told me to rip these toads open, and I vomited them out. It was disgusting."

Neville looks so loveless, it seems that his pet toad should be so honored to retire.

The name of the genocide.

"I suggest you clean your hands carefully," said Fanlin, who could tell that the organs of the toads were still stuck in Neville's nails.

"The blood of these toads is corrosive, and your hands are a little green." Fanlin touched his nose. He could do nothing but sympathize with Neville.

Professor Snape has banned van reen from his office because of Sirius. Now he's treated like Harry

"Do you know why Snape is so bad tempered?" Ron asked Harry that they were watching Hermione teach Neville a cleaning spell to remove frog intestines from under his nails.

"Yes." Harry said, "it's moody."

As we all know, Snape really wanted to teach defense against the dark arts, but his competition failed in the fourth year. Snape had always hated their former defense against the dark arts teacher and showed his disgust. But he seemed surprisingly cautious to hide his hatred of the magic eye. Indeed, whenever Harry saw them together - at dinner or walking away When he met on the porch - he was noticeably aware that Snape was running away from modi's eyes, both normal and evil.

"I think Snape was a little scared, you know. Said Harry thoughtfully.

"Imagine if moody turned Snape into a horned toad."

"Then we'll throw him around in the dungeon..."

Ron said without thinking.

"It's a very challenging task, and I think you can work on it, and one day you can make Professor Snape what you want."

But Ron seems to be very motivated.

Is it van Lin who moved him?

It's terrible.

However, it has to be admitted that Ron made Malfoy into a ferret by Moody, and then controlled Malfoy's back and forth movement in the air, on the ground, and carat's underpants with his wand, Ron really made great efforts in transfiguration.

With his efforts, he could turn his owl into an equal volume cup with wings and feathers.

It seems that Ron is still a long way from the completion of transfiguration.

"You don't really want to do this..." Vanillin tried several times to look back on his spell book, but the more he did so, the more he wanted to ask Ron.

"Why not?" Ron replied.

"Don't be wishful thinking, Snape is not as weak as Malfoy, so simple to be transformed, which requires you to have a high level of metamorphosis skills, plus sufficient magic."

"Fanlin can do it. He has a lot of magic." Ron said without thinking, "so it looks like I can."

Ron began to fantasize, "refine transfiguration, finish Animagus, and turn Snape into a Longhorn toad. This is the pinnacle of life."

Harry was speechless. He said rudely, "then you can play for Hogwarts in the Triwizard contest and easily beat the representatives of busbarton and demstrom."

"With the Quidditch World Cup, I always wanted to be like that." Ron said.

This assumption seems to be very in line with his style.

"Do you think it could be true?" Ron suddenly asked.The crowd was speechless for a while.

"Maybe Maybe Maybe... " Neville said timidly.

"That's right." Ron looked very happy. He patted Neville on the shoulder.

"It starts with the three witches contest."

"Of course, if you can compete." Hermione said impolitely.

"Fred and George are already thinking about something." Ron said.

"Do you really think the two of them can find a way out of Dumbledore's magic age limit?"

"Aging potion is good, reaching seventeen ahead of time." Harry said it out of his head.

"It doesn't work," Van Lin said. "It's just physical aging. The time is your own. However, I can give you some permanent fixed line medicine to experience adults in advance."

"How to know if you don't try." Ron said, "and what the hell is permanent?"

"After you drink it, it will make your body age forever."

"Come on, I don't think I need it yet." Ron shook his head,

"I think you need it," Hermione said, "if you can make that head ripen."

"Ripening?" Ron said in a loud voice, "do you think I have potatoes in my head?"

"No, it's a tomato." Said Hermione.

Ron's face turned red, and it looked very interesting.

"It's very appropriate." Harry nodded as if he had looked at Ron's head. "It's perfect."

Everyone laughed, except Ron.

Even Neville laughed, as if the bad toads had been banished from their heads.

Of course, if he sees his pet

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