MTL - The Existence of Harry Potter-v2 Chapter 34 today is your birthday?

The update this week is not very strong, so it is not very strong to recommend anything. Well, shamelessly asking for a recommendation, I always feel that something is missing recently, it's not my heart anyway...

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Heaven will give a great responsibility, so people must first make their minds, work their muscles and bones, starve their skin, empty their bodies, and do what they do, so... what Ron has encountered during this period of time is not necessarily bad, This is the rhythm that the sky will hand down to him!

If Ron's experience is written into a book, then he must be the kind of hard-working male protagonist. Just like his mother died when he was born, his father gave him the whole stepmother who treated him badly, and gave birth to a younger brother who was very talented but cold in nature. The wife came to the house to break off the marriage, and just went out to meet a friend and sold him... There must be something like this in the book "Big Ron".

If all goes well, the next step will be Ron's counterattack. Inside the ring left by his mother lives a white-bearded grandfather. Under the guidance of such a good teacher and friend, Ron will definitely embark on the road of hegemony, carry out the slap in the face, carry forward the shameless thick black, open up the hidden profession of the queen, the queen, and the palace, with the spirit of the king. , stepping on the face of the same imbecile and mentally retarded with different looks and personality, and then stepped onto the pinnacle of life.

Thinking about it, are you still a little excited?

Ron got agitated, and then he woke up to find he just fell asleep in Potions class. He raised his head, stood in front of him with a gloomy smile, his face was full of desire and dissatisfaction, who would it be if it wasn't Snape who wanted to find someone to shed his fire?

At this moment, Ron really wanted to pull out a large black stick from his back and teach Snape to be a man.

"Who gave you the courage to sleep in my class?"

Snape's face was as gloomy as ever, his smile twisted into another meaning by his expression. If it was the evil spirit's smirk, most of the students who had been poisoned by Snape would raise their hands in approval. With such a smile, Snape glanced at Harry, who was sitting next to Ron, sitting upright, not looking sideways, and following the rules. Although it seemed to be impeccable, Snape still found the flaw. He picked up the cauldron on the table, glanced at it with disgust and contempt from a distance, and threw it heavily on the table.

"Potter, what did we learn in this class?"

"Cold medicine," Harry replied, sighing, and Snape had his eyes on him again.

Snape snorted, and he tapped the cauldron with a stirring rod, making an annoying tinkling sound, "This is the cold medicine you made? What do you think of your work?"

Harry raised his head and looked at Snape, the smile on the latter's face making him almost spit out the overnight meal in disgust. A year has passed, and Harry is already familiar with Snape's routines. At this time, no matter what the answer is wrong, he will be ridiculed by Snape. Although he has been practicing with his uncle's family for more than ten years, when Harry faced Snape's poisonous tongue, he still couldn't calm down. Sure enough, that uncle's dead fat man and the Hogwarts potions professor are not the same dimension at all? ?

Seeing Harry's silence, Snape smiled. This time, there was a little more joy in his smile, not a grim smile, but even more frightening.

"Don't speak... Hmph, you still don't know anything." Snape turned dashingly and dropped his sentence at the same time, "Gryffindor deducted ten points because of your stupidity."

I have to say, habit is a very interesting thing, and Harry found that when Snape deducted ten points from him, he didn't feel bad at all. A year ago, he would have felt a little guilty, but now, if Snape hadn't deducted points from him in a Potions class, he would have felt wrong.

Smoke billowed, the Potions class continued, and Snape checked the students' results one by one. Unsurprisingly, the Slytherin students gained extra points. Although they were all in single digits and less than five, the accumulation was enough to widen the gap between the two academies in the Academy Cup.

I have to say that Snape is actually very dedicated, and his love for Potions is real. Although he gave Slytherin students extra points, he didn't praise them, because these shallow works were just beginners, and those extra points were just because they were Slytherins.

"This is your work?" Snape was the last to check Asker, and nodded lightly in recognition, "Not bad."

"Not bad" was already a very forgiving evaluation by Snape, but he didn't even bother to say anything to others. However, Asker also received such an evaluation, but he did not have the bonus points enjoyed by other Slytherin students.

Very unfair, isn't it?

This is the opinion of ordinary people, and for Snape, this is fair!

Throughout Snape's life, it can be said that he was a woman in success and a woman in failure. In this life, he was basically planted on women. As a loser, it is impossible to say that there is no hostility to a quasi-life winner like Ask. Although the relationship between the two of them last semester was not good, but one yardage is one yardage, the two have no hatred for killing their father, or hatred for stealing their wife. They only have a woman, a woman's son, a woman's husband, and a woman's husband in their eyes. Snape, who was a good friend, didn't really care too much about a person like Asker.

The source of Snape's hostility was the person sitting next to Asker at this time—Hermione!

Hermione, a smart and lovely Muggle girl.

Asker, an unruly, troublemaker, shameless Slytherin shame.

Snape wouldn't look down on a single person, but when these two met...

Not happy!

Snape was unhappy from the bottom of his heart, and vaguely, he seemed to see the nemesis who was wearing glasses again, and he would slap him when he had nothing to do, clamoring to teach him to be a man. Obviously, the figure of this nemesis overlaps with Asker. Although Harry is more like that person in terms of image, but in terms of behavior, this guy named Asker is more like that guy's own son.

Actually, it's not impossible, after all, the circle is really chaotic, and anything is possible.

In short, confused, unconscious, inexplicable... Asker was lying down.

Naturally rough, Ask doesn't care about extra points at all. If the Academy Cup is replaced with bonuses, it might still arouse his interest. Just breaking the cup...

You think you are the Holy Grail!

The golden Kanon is the cutest!

none of them!

However, Asker doesn't care, it doesn't mean Hermione doesn't care. It's not that she was dissatisfied because she didn't get extra points, Hermione just felt pity for Asker, after all, any extra points were extremely important in Hermione's eyes. In a sense, Hermione exchanged her status in Gryffindor with the extra points she could get, otherwise a girl with her character would be very unpopular.

Asker saw Hermione's thoughts at a glance, and explained, "Okay, I don't care about this point at all."

"Hmph, do you care about me?"

Asker has already seen through everything, he smiled and shrugged his shoulders, "That's true." Picking up the stirring rod, he began to stir in the cauldron, the sticky potion he used as a drawing board, and the stirring rod swayed it. In between, a simple sketch was born. Asker picked up Hermione's wand on the table and used a magic spell to solidify the potion. This sketch was finalized, unique and unique.

"This is..." Hermione looked at the building on the stick figure and asked uncertainly, "The city wall?"

"It's not a city wall, it's a castle." Asker corrected, the crucible was so big, and he couldn't make it too fine. "Today is your birthday, sorry, I just remembered that I didn't prepare any gifts, so I can only make up for this."

September 19th was Hermione's birthday. Ask didn't remember it before, so did other people. Maybe the only ones who remembered this day were Hermione and his parents.

(PS: This day in history is actually a Saturday, and I don’t know if Hogwarts has a class or not, so I think it’s going to be a class here.)

Hermione frowned, stared at the cauldron for a long time, then suddenly turned her head, looked at Asker, and said with a puffed face, "You're too casual!"

Asker coughed a few times, "Uh, time is short, if you give me enough time to prepare..."

"Okay, I'll give you time. Before twelve o'clock tonight, I want to see a perfect birthday present!"

Seeing the smile and smugness on Hermione's face, Asker knew that he had been fooled. He lay down on the table dejectedly. He whispered, "What about the most basic trust between people?"

Wanting to vent his displeasure, Asker picked up his wand to melt the potion in the cauldron, but Hermione stopped him, took the wand lightly, and dug out the potion block with a spell.

Hermione said happily, "It looks like a birthday cake, doesn't it?"

Asker replied, "It would be better if you poured cream on it, embellished with some lace, and put in candles."

"It's best to add a little more fruit, because too much cream will make you greasy. UU reading www.uukanshu.com"

"I like blueberries, how about you?"

"raspberry."

"Well, then add a little raspberry..."

Asker and Hermione started discussing what to do with the cake, and they completely forgot that it was still class time, and it was fine that Asker didn't notice it, it was incredible that Hermione didn't notice it.

Harry and Ron, who were sitting not far behind them, had begun to wonder if they were dreaming, was that the Hermione they knew?

Snape glared at Asker several times with vicious eyes, but he didn't care at all. It just so happened that he found Harry talking to Ron, so he stepped forward and prepared to take the two men to open fire. .

"Okay, I'll leave this to you, I still need a big cake!"

As he spoke, Asker had another heavy burden on his body, but compared to a perfect gift, it didn't seem to be difficult at all. Resignedly nodded, Ask began to rack his brains to think about how to complete the above things within eight hours.

In a good mood, Hermione took out her storage bag. She opened the mouth of the bag and picked up the potion block in one hand, as if she wanted to pack this thing and take it away.

"Hey, what's the use of keeping this thing!"

Hermione glanced at Asker with contempt, and while putting the potion block into the storage pocket, she said in a very natural tone:

"When I have a cold, just take it out and take a bite."