Chapter 1638

First year students only have classes in the afternoon three days a week. At other times, after lunch, students are allowed to go to school for free activities.

In addition, there is an astronomy class in Ravenclaw on Thursday night, which needs to go to the astronomical tower at midnight.

After class, Snape squinted at Hermione's and Hannah's desks for a long time. Finally, he gave her a point and waved them to leave quickly.

During the break, Hermione looked for her professor, but there was no doubt that there were only a few seniors on the edge of the Black Lake.

She knew that he had gone to smoke in the forbidden forest again during recess.

This makes her speechless, because after smoking, the professor must be "lost" for more than ten minutes before she comes out to teach the students in another class. But she couldn't get in and out of the forbidden forest without the permission of the professor, let alone wait for him by the lake, which would make her late.

So she can only reluctantly go to flight class.

The magic broom really has nothing to do with her. Even if the school is so long away, she can only make it float half a meter above the ground, sit on it and fly slowly for a while, which is totally different from other people's situations.

The flight professor thinks that Hermione has acrophobia, which leads to her inner rejection of flying.

The little girl didn't argue about it. In fact, she didn't reject flying at all. She just didn't like brooms.

After dallying for a long time, no matter how hard she tried, the broom would not listen to her. Hermione almost gave up and wanted the professor to get a flying blanket for her whenever possible.

Finally, after a long wait outside the teacher's lounge next to the auditorium, she finally blocked up the P.E. professor who came to eat.

"Did you eat?"

He is still smiling and appears to be in a good mood. When he walks, he even hums a song, a strange song, such as "the little giant is so cute. After cutting the vein and cutting the artery"...

"not yet, but I found some things that I have to tell you."

Hermione pulled him to the corner of the remote stairs and looked at no one passing by, and whispered.

Su mingza a bit of mouth, there should be nothing recently. Did she tell Dumbledore about Chilo's trick yesterday? No, that's tracking Chlo again?

"What's the matter? Tell me, do you want that shotgun as a collection to commemorate the first time you killed a troll?"

As he turned his hand, the cold weapon appeared in front of the little girl.

little girl's eyes suddenly turned into a dead fish, and the heart began to make complaints about it.

Who wants to collect guns?! Can't go home with a shotgun?! How to forget about killing a troll at the age of 11 on Halloween?!

But she still reached out and pushed the weapon away, turning her head to the other side, as if she didn't want to look at the shotgun any more. "I found out that all the mothra tumors in the pharmacy preparation room had been used up. Someone in the school was seriously injured but didn't go to the infirmary for regular treatment."

"Oh? How do you know that? "

Su Ming put up his gun and asked with interest. Little Hermione's face was serious and lovely.

"I taught myself all the magic pharmacy courses before grade four in advance. I knew that the tumor of motra mouse is an important raw material for the preparation of" motla mouse liquid ". This magic drug can be used to treat trauma and inhibit pain. Without massive blood loss, it is better than" blood tonic "

The tumor behind the mouse is like a sea anemone. The mouse itself is a magic animal of 3x. It likes to eat insects and human feet. It is very difficult to collect materials.

"So you think someone is injured, and then stole all the tumors with the drugs, because the patient's injury needs to be kept secret, which means that the other party has done something bad?"

Su Ming followed her train of thought and went on. In this way, she seemed to be enlightened.

Experienced some darkness, so activate detective talent?

Hermione nodded and looked like a thief. "I suspect it's Professor Snape because he limped when he came to our class this morning."

"It's not him." The death knell has restrained some smiles, and has buttoned the stone brick crevice on the wall with his finger: "think carefully, this kind of medicament is used for trauma, but there is still no massive blood loss, and even a pot of tumor has been used up. Maybe 200 bottles of magic medicine can be made?"

"Almost." Hermione frowned, wondering why the professor was so sure it wasn't Snape.

"Well, what creature needs 200 bottles of healing potions without serious blood loss? In fact, the patient is not necessarily a person, which means that it has rough skin and thick flesh. Even for people, the huge wound is just a small hole for it

Su Ming induced her to think for herself.

"Troll? Dragon Hermione knew it for a second and began to think of some big men.

"Trolls heal themselves by smearing marsh mud, and dragons are forbidden by the Ministry of magic. Well, Snape should be just hemorrhoids, so don't think about it. Well, aren't you curious about what Quirrell is playing with? I'm going to give you a hint, "Nicole LeMay," it's your homework. Now go eat. "He put his hand behind Hermione's neck. In the blink of an eye, she felt her feet empty. Then she found herself in the auditorium, and the professor disappeared.

She stomped her foot angrily, but there was nothing she could do about the professor's mystery.

Can only turn anger into appetite, plan to eat a big meal, and then in the afternoon to find this person named Nicole.

Su Ming doesn't want to eat himself. Originally, he just wants to eat for a taste. At this time, he is going to go upstairs and do some good things.

At the turn of the stairs, Snape, Gryffindor and Slytherin came up from the basement. His class was the second in the morning. He had just finished tormenting Harry. At this time, he walked very briskly and was in a good mood.

"Severus."

"Slade."

They nodded and said hello coldly as they passed by.

Su Ming found that after climbing the stairs, Snape did not walk properly: "Why are you a little lame?"

The professor of magic pharmacy lifted up a little corner of his robe and showed him his leather shoes: "I was in a hurry to give students lessons in the morning. The heel of the shoes was knocked off by the stairs. I will change them after dinner."

"Well, how was the fourth floor yesterday?" The death knell nodded, yes, except for hemorrhoids, there was such a reason.

Snape was suddenly wary. "The fourth floor is fine. I'll leave first."

After that, he turned his head and ran away. His black robe was like a bat's wing. Su Ming knew that he was going to tell old Deng that Professor Wilson was inquiring about the Sorcerer's stone.

In fact, the Sorcerer's stone is not Voldemort's Horcrux, and it can't really let people live forever without cost. Su Ming's goal was not it from the beginning.

If you want to train little Hermione, you have to be one of the Horcruxes. After all, if she doesn't have prestige, it's not good to call in tool people.

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