Harry Potter: Super Magic God

Chapter 100 Snake Blood

"The strongest...the strongest..." Slytherin's players were all excited by Flint's speech, and they fell in love with this strongest tactic.

"The only thing Gryffindor has to worry about is Harry Potter, he's really a good Seeker." Flint said solemnly, but then he laughed again and pointed his finger at Malfoy.

"The best Seeker right now is me," Malfoy exclaimed, his broom accelerating suddenly, making difficult shifts in the air.

The only advantage Gryffindor has over other teams is Harry, who has Nimbus 2000 and can catch the Golden Snitch. But now that Harry had met him, Slytherin would be an impenetrable mountain for Gryffindor. "

The Slytherin team members shouted with confidence.

Goyle and Crabbe were motionless, looking down at their toes as if they had a nice flower on their shoes.

There were no flowers on their shoes, of course, but there were flowers on the rugs, stripes of gold and silver, zigzag lines. Goyle quietly followed the line and looked forward, a dark and invisible body sitting cross-legged on a stool. A gloomy and deep cold followed Goyle's line of sight and wrapped around his body, he shivered, and immediately turned his eyes away.

The small room looked extremely depressing, and the layout of the room had been drastically changed from last year. Goyle remembered last year that there were still pictures of famous wizards in Slytherin history on the wall, all of whom had been role models for Malfoy, but now they were all empty.

The walls and the ground are the same lines, the zigzag lines, the lines of gold and silver trim, extending from the door to the back wall.

When Gore just opened the door, he almost thought he had stepped into the Demon King's lair. It was obviously less than 20 square meters of space, but it gave him an unfathomable abyss.

It wasn't until he saw Malfoy's figure in the room that he stepped into the room as if he had found the backbone, but he regretted it as soon as he came in. Malfoy at this time was completely different from what he used to be in ordinary days, and he had changed drastically compared to last year.

Goyle thought to himself, "Ever since he was scared into the hospital in the Forbidden Forest last year, Malfoy has become more and more terrifying."

Goyle didn't like this Malfoy very much, he even wanted to change the owner, how easy the old Malfoy was to deal with. Just stand by his side and laugh twice, "Hehe!" to help him scare his classmates. He completed his task easily, got snacks, got benefits, and was scary with Malfoy's name.

But now Malfoy is not as easy to fool as he used to be. He demands so much that he doesn't want to take him and Crabbe with him for good things. Every time I ask them to inquire about the news, I have to ask them over and over again. Once he did not meet his requirements, he would be scolded, and he would be cast with a curse.

Even if the only thing he lost was the Binding Charm, the feeling of being tightly bound all over his body was not at all uncomfortable.

"After the Forbidden Forest last year, Malfoy has completely changed. It's like he was possessed by a demon in the Forbidden Forest." Thinking of this, Goyle shivered in his heart, don't be like this! He didn't dare to think about changing the owner now. He only thought about being able to handle Malfoy's errand well. He couldn't help but secretly complained that he was really on the pirate ship now.

Crabbe doesn't have as many ideas in Goyle's mind. His head is not small, but he pretends to be related to eating. Every time he and Goyle were arranged by Malfoy to inquire about Gryffindor, he would grab a few cakes in Gryffindor. He can always find hidden food in inconspicuous places that others can't see.

Just like now, he saw a goblet on the small table beside Malfoy who was sitting cross-legged, and it was filled with a dark red viscous liquid.

Crabbe quietly put his toes on his toes, flipping through his memories, wondering what kind of delicious food it was, "Red wine? No, red wine is so viscous.

Freshly squeezed juice, a bit like, grape juice and tomato juice are so viscous. "

But he quickly overturned this judgment, "There is no pulp in the liquid, just pure liquid, what is it?"

Crabbe scratched his head and saw what he was eating but didn't recognize it, which was unbearable for a foodie. Suddenly, his eyes lit up. In his many years of history in the food industry, there are very few things he has not eaten.

Whether it's a mouse or a bug, as long as it's cooked well, he won't mind. Some foods that are very special in the eyes of others are not special to him.

"It's snake blood!" Crabbe's eyes flickered, he recognized it, and he remembered that his mother once made snake soup for him. That's an absolutely wonderful delicacy. Just the aroma of the snake soup when it was boiled made him salivate and salivate.

He still remembered the scene at that time, the snake soup needed to be boiled for a long time, and he couldn't bear to rummage around in the kitchen, trying to find something else to eat to comfort his stomach first. Then he saw the rest of the bowl, the bright red liquid. He doesn't care about three, seven or twenty one, he only remembers what's in the kitchen, and what's in the bowl is food.

It's not delicious, it's not bad, Crabbe slaps it. Snake blood was very fishy, ​​very fishy, ​​something he had never tasted before. But after the strong fishy smell, there is a special sweetness, which is still memorable in retrospect.

"However, pure snake blood is not delicious. After boiling it into a coagulated blood clot, it is more suitable for making various foods." Recognizing the food in the wine glass, Crabbe instantly became a great gourmet wizard. In his mind, he began to constantly recall the twelve ways to eat snake blood.

Amid the wild thoughts of Goyle and Crabbe, Malfoy finally stopped his meditation. He didn't immediately turn his eyes to the two servants in front of him, but turned his head and looked at the snake blood in the goblet.

"Sure enough, as I thought, the more snake blood that matches the characteristics of meditation, the more suitable for the practice of meditation." Malfoy secretly compared the effect of using different items to assist meditation, considering which method can be used. For the best results, "It's a pity that there is no basilisk blood, this powerful creature is too rare."

There was a hint of regret on his pale face, "Next time I'll try mixing snake blood."

Malfoy knew his father, why he joined the Death Eaters after graduation. Although he never asked his father, his father never told him. But he just knew that this was something that Malfoy should naturally know and understand.

He could see Harry, see Weasley, see Granger's fate. He knew the fate of Goyle and Crabbe better. He didn't have the ability to predict, a field that even the most powerful wizards could not reach. But Malfoy didn't need that, he could see the fate of others.

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