Harry Potter: Super Magic God

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Chapter 253 Exchange Club

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

"Why is it suddenly not working again, obviously it was fine just now." Colin Creevey said in confusion.

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

"My wand didn't respond at all," Justin said sullenly.

"Don't just chant the spell," said a girl with pale blond long hair. "Use your joy and intuition to communicate the spell."

"Call God Guard!"

She easily summoned a cloud of silver gas.

"But Luna, how do you communicate the spell with happiness and directness?" Ginny bit her lip and thought hard.

"It's like you always identified the Crooked Snorer, and then found it." Luna said lightly, her expression seemed to be saying something trivial.

"Oh, I'd better go and ask Harry." Colin Creevey pursed his lips and said disapprovingly, the horned snoring beast doesn't exist at all.

Ginny tilted her head and didn't follow Luna's thoughts. She began to recall what George had just said, "Taste and chew real happiness, and follow this happiness, like a rope, to connect more happiness."

More people are whispering to each other, exchanging tips and exchanging tips from each other.

For a time, the dueling club became a huge communication heart, a huge discussion class, where everyone talked and got to know each other.

They told each other about their experiences and views on the guardian angel's curse, and chatted with each other about the beautiful memories they recalled. People chatted with each other and got to know each other. This was the first time in the history of Hogwarts in recent decades that there was such a large-scale cross-academy exchange.

"Hey, my name is Don Quixote, and I'm a Gryffindor freshman this year." The familiar Gryffindor freshman, he was chatting very happily with a Slytherin freshman.

"Hello, I'm also a freshman. My name is Gisano, nice to meet you." The little boy in Slytherin stretched out his hand and shook hands with Don Quixote friendly.

People's pleasant exchanges and cordial conversations turned the entire dueling club into a tea party. It seemed incredible, but no one stopped it, no one wanted to interrupt the process.

They only feel that today's classmates are very friendly, and they only feel that they are in a very happy mood today. Everyone is happy to communicate with everyone and chat with others happily.

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

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

The joy of the dueling club continued until the lights went out, and the club's candles dimmed. Only then did people reluctantly leave their friends who had a pleasant conversation and left the cheerful dueling club.

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

Without George's guidance, it became very difficult for everyone to release the Patronus spell. They had to spend more time training and interacting more with everyone. According to their previous memories, they recalled the previous scenes, and continued to train the Patronus Charm.

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Time went on like this, it was Thursday, and it wasn't a pleasant thing for Harry.

Thursday was the damn Potions class again, he was going to see the damn Snape again, and he was going to continue being satirized and tortured by Snape in class, which was already a repertoire of Potions class.

"This class should be changed to Snape publicly humiliating the Gryffindor class," Harry said angrily.

Snape was the worst teacher in the academy, he was almost completely shameless,

He is the head of Slytherin, but his preference for Slytherin is undisguised. His hatred for Harry, his hatred for Gryffindor, was undisguised.

Most of his time in class was spent taunting Gryffindor and torturing Harry. In the time between these sarcasms, he will focus a little on the content of the potions class.

It has to be said that Snape is still a bit level, even though he spends a lot of time taunting and attacking Gryffindor students. Potions class was still going as planned, but that didn't comfort Harry at all.

Today, Malfoy is still seriously injured. He always pretends to be crooked when walking, and the bandage on his right arm has been changed several times. He pretended that he was seriously injured in order to frame Hagrid.

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

"It hurts a lot," Malfoy said in an exaggerated tone. "That bastard, Hagrid, must have tried to murder the student."

Snape didn't care about Malfoy's performance, his preference for Slytherin students was well known, and he made no secret of it, letting Malfoy speak in his class.

Their potions class today is to make a new potion, "Shrinking Potions."

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

"Sir." Malfoy said, holding up the intact hand, "Sir, I have a broken arm and I need someone to cut these daisies for me."

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

Ron was flushed with anger. He and Malfoy were very incompatible. This time, Snape arranged for Malfoy to be his helper, which was really bad.

"You're pretending to be injured." Ron said angrily.

Malfoy smiled contemptuously, "Weasley, cut these roots, you should have heard what Professor Snape said."

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

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

Snape came over and, following his hooked nose, looked at the table. His zombie face beneath his long, oily black hair gave Ron a terribly unpleasant smile.

"Weasley, swap daisies with Malfoy."

"But..."

Ron argued weakly. It took him just a quarter of an hour to carefully cut his daisies and cut them perfectly.

"Now." Snape said rudely.

(To be continued.)

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