Chapter 341: Lung Exploded, Bloodline Wizard Snape?

Chapter 341: Lung Exploded, Bloodline Wizard Snape?

Five minutes later, Seamus was sent to the school doctor's office by a worried Professor Flitwick.

Seeing Seamus' miserable condition, Madam Pomfrey raised her eyebrows: "Filius, what dangerous spell did you teach them again?"

"I've told you so many times that you are the Professor of Charms. Don't dwell on the days when you won the duel championship."

Professor Flitwick only felt that he was more wronged than Sirius, "I didn't, Poppy, the first class of fourth grade has always been about flying curses. Who knows why Finnigan suddenly behaved like this?"

Please help me quickly. "

"Wait here." Madam Pomfrey said nothing more, controlling the unconscious Seamus to float in and start checking.

Professor Flitwick was pacing back and forth anxiously.

He still doesn't know what he did wrong. It's obviously the safest spell, so why did it happen like this?

In the past, the most troubles Seamus made were burning a few feathers and blowing up the table.

As a result, I didn’t even let myself go today, which is too cruel!

At this time, Flitwick silently made a decision. If he waited for students from other schools to come, he would try to avoid the chance of Seamus contacting him in class [other students in Hogwarts thought that Hogwarts was plotting against them.

Fifteen minutes later, Madam Pomfrey came out with a strange look on her face.

Professor Flitwick immediately greeted him: "How's it going, Bobby?"

"Are you sure he used the Flying Charm?" Pomfrey asked.

"I'm sure and sure."

"This is weird." Madam Pomfrey was also speechless: "How did he blow up his lungs?"

Professor Flitwick:"???"

Good things don't go out, but bad things spread thousands of miles.

The news that Simo's lungs exploded because he stuttered while reciting a curse quickly spread around the campus, and everyone was shocked.

I didn't expect that Hogwart's "717" would actually have such a fierce general.

For a time, the name of the explosive genius spread throughout the seven grades. Many people thought that it would be good for Simo to be a warrior. He didn't need to blow himself up, but just blew up the warriors of the other six schools.

Harry and his roommates originally wanted to go to the school doctor's office for a visit, but when they arrived, they were told by Madam Pomfrey, "Xi has been sent to Zingego Magical Hospital.

A blown lung is not considered a minor injury even in the wizarding world. It is safer and more professional to go to the hospital.

Several professors also held an urgent meeting. Professor McGonagall told everyone to be strict with Seamus in the future and not to scare students from other schools.

In the next few days, Xiaogang City also saw the horror of this semester.

There are a lot more homework every day than usual. Just like Wayne and his friends in fourth grade, the combined homework for each subject is more than ten feet long, which is equivalent to the length of ten A4 sheets of paper.

The key is that this is not all the amount for the week, because like spells and transfiguration, homework will be assigned twice a week, and the Defense Against the Dark Arts class has not yet started.

The students who did this were all complaining. Apart from going to class every day, they would spend time in the library or the lounge making up words and doing homework.

But despite being so busy, Hermione would still spare two hours a day to read about the history of house elves.

On Thursday night, before the library closed, I finally finished reading it.

"Have your thoughts changed now?" Wayne asked.

The little witch pursed her lips and was speechless for a long time.

Just by reading the records in the book, she could understand that if the wizard had lost the race war, his current fate would not be much better than that of a house elf.

And after thousands of years of domestication and training, sexual genes have been deeply rooted in house elves.

If she insists on having her own way, not only will the wizards not support her, but even the house elves will be afraid of her.

"I was too naive." Finally, Hermione said dejectedly.

"Sometimes it's good to be childish, I like it." Wayne patted her head: "Put your limited energy on something more worthwhile."

"Yes, I understand. Hermione hugged the boy's waist and lay on his chest, feeling extremely at ease.

On Friday, Hufflepuff's last class of the week is still potions class.

During class, everyone was cautious. The young wizards had all heard that Snape's temper was getting worse and worse, and he would select a few unlucky ones to taunt him every time he went to class.

Although he didn't know what happened, no one would be surprised that Snape was born like this. Everyone was used to it.

So in this class, everyone tacitly listened to the class honestly, cooked the potion as required, and worked hard to reduce their sense of existence.

But he still couldn't stop someone from deliberately criticizing her. The despicable old bat stared directly at Hannah. Toby, a student with poor potion scores, casually deducted more than ten points.

Snape has been in the worst mood almost all the time lately, with bad news coming one after another.

Harry could no longer use sex mints, so Wayne and Dumbledore cost him thousands of galleons to provide the students with the materials at their own expense.

Is that material these idiots wasted?

That's his money!

What's worse...that person is back!

After hearing the news about Voldemort, he barely had a good sleep in the past few days.

As soon as he closed his eyes, he saw the image of Lily lying on the ground with a bloodless face, almost torturing people to the point of going crazy.

Feeling the violent and gloomy aura of Snape behind him, Ravenclaw's Anthony Goldstein almost cried. Being stared at like this, he had already forgotten the next steps.

"Are you trying to burn the crucible through, Goldstein?"

"Five points from Ravenclaw!"

After class, the little wizards ran out of the classroom as if they were fleeing, and Wayne was left alone by Snape again.

When everyone in the classroom was gone and they were the only ones left, Snape whispered:

"Moody has woken up and is now in Dumbledore's office. You and I can go there.

"Okay." Wayne nodded indifferently.

Snape waved his wand, and all the windows were tightly closed. All the material residue on the table was cleared away, and the two of them walked out of the classroom.

On the way to the top floor, Wayne suddenly asked: "The last time you defeated Barty Jr.'s Crushing Curse, it suddenly became much more powerful. Is it the effect of the transformation?"

Snape's face tightened, and when he saw that there were no other students or professors around, he relaxed slightly and replied in a low voice: "That's right, I compressed the magic power and it exploded with twice the power."

"But if you can't use it regularly now, your body will not be able to bear it."

"I can tell." Wayne glanced at him sideways: "Your blood vessels were about to burst."

It’s okay to see through it without saying it!

Snape cursed in his mind, do you think everyone is a genius like you? Ordinary wizards like us have to risk our lives if we want to break through the limits and become stronger.

Snape, who used to be very proud of his own strength and talent, had to admit that his strength and genius were only for ordinary people.

The two foxes in the school, the old and the young, have fallen out of this category and have no comparison.

With a groan, Snape refused to admit defeat and said, "This is just the beginning of transformation. After a while, it will definitely undergo transformation."

Wayne chuckled lightly and did not refute, but asked: "Professor, although I don't have much research in this area, but do you want to listen to some suggestions?"

The two stopped and Snape stared at the boy for a long time before nodding.

"Say it."

Wayne has not shown too strong black magic ability in front of him, but he can master all magic, just like Dumbledore. He doesn't use black magic but he doesn't like to use it. Anyone who thinks he can't use it is really a fool. Little cutie.

"The level of your transformation is still too low. Even if you change yourself beyond recognition and lose your nose, you won't be able to improve much. Well, you will be several times stronger than you are now, but it's still not good enough."

Snape looked grim, but he couldn't deny that what Wayne said was true.

"What I want to listen to is advice, not for you to criticize."

"I know you're in a hurry, but don't worry yet." Wayne saw someone coming downstairs, pushed open the History of Magic classroom next to him, and the two of them walked in.

"Professor, we have already embarked on this path anyway, why not be more thorough..."

The young man looked at him thoughtfully: "For example... transforming your own bloodline?"

Snape's pupils were trembling, and he looked at him in disbelief.

"Do you know what you're talking about?"

"Nonsense." Wayne rolled his eyes: "Now that we've come to this point, what's the psychological burden on you? Do you think that the blood of magical animals is low and not worthy of you?"

"There is no conclusion yet on where the wizard came from. Bloodline is just a cloud, only strength is real."

In the wizarding world, there are many chains of contempt.

In addition to pure-bloods despising mixed-bloods and Muggle-born wizards, they actually hate alternative mixed-races even more.

For example, there are hybrid giants like Hagrid and Madame Maxime (many people don't know that Madame Maxime has mixed blood, and she herself is unwilling to admit it), and there are hybrid Veelas like Fleur.

Wayne actually felt at Beauxbatons that Fleur's popularity was not very good.

Many girls are very hostile to her, and Madame Maxime values ​​Fleur so much because they have similar reasons.

But no one can deny that mixing with magical animals actually has unique advantages.

For example, Furong can learn spiritual magic very well. The magic power of hybrid giants is generally strong, and their resistance is much higher than that of ordinary wizards. These are all advantages.

There is an unpopular view in the magic world that the first wizards were actually born from the mating of Muggles and magical animals. However, it is not accepted by people because it is too rebellious.

But Wayne feels that this statement is actually very possible.

Snape's face looked uncertain, and he was thinking about it.

"Blending bloodline...there is too little information about it, and the risk is very high..."

"This is suitable for you." Wayne tried his best to deceive: "The bigger the wind and waves, the more expensive the fish. The effort and benefits of integrating blood are directly proportional.

"If you fuse a powerful magical creature like a phoenix, a basilisk, or a fire dragon, your strength will definitely undergo a qualitative transformation."

"Besides, don't you still have the magic potion in hand? No matter how hard you try, you won't die. At most, it will only be a little painful."

"Aren't you a half-blood prince? It won't make any difference if you mix more."

Snape's face twitched.

It's easy to say that. Before, I just filled in a few magic lines on several parts of my body and it hurt like hell. If I really want to change it...

He couldn't even imagine what kind of pain it was.

Probably no less than when Peter Pettigrew was tortured by him.

But Wayne is right...

If he could really fuse fire dragons and phoenixes, super-class magical creatures, he would definitely become very powerful.

For a moment, Snape was a little undecided.

He walked out of the classroom without saying a word, and Wayne followed behind him and smiled. It was obvious that he was already attracted.

With Snape's character, although he is still hesitant, he will definitely choose it in the end.

If you choose to fuse the bloodline, the amount of resurrection potion that will be consumed will be a huge amount.

As the cost of silence continues to increase, wouldn't he be able to raise the price as he masters the raw materials?

Snape had no idea that he was being carefully calculated and was still weighing the benefits and losses.

He didn't speak again until he was in front of the gargoyle.

The two walked into the office, and Moody sat opposite Dumbledore. After Snape's care over the past few days, his expression was almost the same as what Barty pretended to be.

"Hey, Mr. Moody, where is your magic eye?" Wayne asked strangely after seeing it.

Dumbledore's eyelids twitched: "Mr. Lawrence, calling you here is also related to Alastor's magic eye."

"Professor, I didn't take it." Wayne exclaimed, "I prefer babies, but the magic eye looks disgusting and has been used by several people, so I don't like it.

Moody's face fell and became even uglier.

"Wayne, you saved me, and I do want to thank you, but I made this magic eye myself, and no one else has ever used it except me.

"Little Barty." Wayne said disgustedly.

Moody's expression froze.

"Mr. Lawrence, I'm not talking about you, but your Sniff." Dumbledore looked at him helplessly.

"Jerry got it?"

Wayne suspiciously slipped out the sniffer that was sleeping soundly in his pocket. The little guy was woken up and started to squeak.

Dumbledore said, "Phineas saw it, and I didn't notice it at the time."

"Please wait."

Wayne turned the struggling Jerry upside down and scratched his belly, and then all kinds of galleons, gems, and shiny utensils fell out of his soft belly and quickly piled up.

A hill.

Even Dumbledore and Moody were shocked by Jerry's 'treasure'.

Snape's breathing became even more rapid.

This Xiu Xiu... is damn richer than him.

Finally, when the pile of treasures was almost as high as half a person, a round eyeball fell out. Moody picked up his wand and the eyeball flew into his hand.

However, Moody didn't take it with him immediately. After Wayne said this, he also felt sick and had to soak it in disinfectant for two days before going back.

"Chirp! Chirp!"

Jerry looked at Moody and shouted dissatisfied.

"Little guy, it seems you are quite discerning." Moody snorted, dug into his pocket, took out a piece of sapphire and threw it away.

"How about I trade this with you?"

Jerry immediately calmed down and stopped making trouble.

After Wayne put it down, he quickly collected all the treasures and jumped into the boy's pocket again.

Snape glanced at Jerry again, not knowing what he was thinking.

After the two sat down, Moody thanked Wayne again: "Without you, I would probably have been imprisoned until my death without being discovered.

"We are all our own people, no need to say this." Wayne waved his hand: "Just pay attention next time."

"Of course, I was careless this time." Moody said bitterly: "I never thought they would have a killing weapon like the basilisk.

Even without the basilisk, you can't defeat those two people.

Wayne commented secretly in his mind.

Moody is very strong, but he also suffers from too many injuries, especially the inconvenience of his legs and feet, which seriously impairs his mobility.

Otherwise, the senior, who is only in his fifties, would not have retired from the position of Auror.

Moody asked in a deep voice: "Dumbledore, Voldemort has returned, what are you going to do?"

Snape looked at the old man.

After pondering for a moment, Dumbledore finally spoke: "My idea... would be a bit risky. Alastor, since Barty Jr. can replace you, can we do the opposite?

Let you play the role of Little Barty?"