Chapter 210 Are You Still Skinny?

"Mouth ulcers? But I haven't seen you eat any spicy food recently?"

Alex put down the chicken leg in his hand and said, although the food made by the house elves does not belong to the recipe of the Great Chick Empire, but it is also slightly stained, and generally it will not be too spicy.

"Would you like to go to Madam Pomfrey's to see, a few bottles of potion will make sure everything will be fine..."

Philip smiled sinisterly and said, the power of the potion is not a joke, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a half-step biochemical weapon.

Mentioning this, Carl couldn't help but shudder. The inhuman torture he suffered in the school hospital at the end of last school year is still fresh in his memory, as if it was yesterday...

"I don't need the school hospital. It's better not to bother Madam Pomfrey..." Carl shook his head and laughed dryly, rejecting the kindness of several people, after all, he planned to fight everything alone. I saw him carefully cut the steak into extremely small shapes with a knife and fork, and put it into his mouth with great difficulty, chewing slowly...

A leaf is kept in the mouth like a can of pickled herring for a whole month, when the saliva pickles it. Such materials can actually be used to make potions. There are so many wonders in the world. He still underestimates the power of the subject of potions.

I don't know how the old bat Snape became obsessed with this subject back then, which is really a headache. Are the genes of the Prince family of the potion family so powerful?

Carl kept complaining about the anti-humanity of Potions in his heart. Naiyali, who was on the side, looked at his uncomfortable appearance and suppressed a smile. Of course, she knew that Carl didn't suffer from mouth ulcers.

A few days ago, he asked her if she wanted to learn this magic together, but she refused. Does the proud Princess Naia need to learn this magic to achieve the purpose of transformation? When her power comes back in the future, she can change whatever she wants, not to mention the suffocating potion...

"Hey, why did you refuse the Quidditch invitation of the school team? I heard from the seniors that you are very talented. Even Professor Flitwick has approached you several times. You are not willing. Listen to the seniors and sisters They say we Ravenclaws haven't had a Quidditch trophy in years..."

Philip took a bite of the corn cob in his hand and accidentally mentioned this.

"Ahem~ If I participate, then I think I will be on the assassination list of the other three colleges. There is no other reason. Even if I am waterproof, they probably won't win, even if the small universe explodes.

Also, I am very tight on time, and I really can't spare much time to get in touch with the other six people. Don't you know the level of our team? Not to mention the already powerful Slytherin and Gryffindor, Harry's strength lies there. Even Hufflepuff is estimated to be able to split 50/50 with us, it's too tiring to lead six pits with one god, I don't want to do this..."

Carl took a sip of the apple juice with difficulty and said that he took a lot of effort to prevent the mandrake leaves from being swallowed with the juice.

"You just stay here and say that when you crush them."

Alex said contemptuously, after all, Carl used to brag in front of them. Of course, although most of them are true, they don't believe it...

"Every time I tell the truth, why do you all think I'm bragging? Don't look at the seven Slytherin Nimbus 2001 flying, those gaudy and broken things are scum in terms of performance and appearance. Scum..."

Carl pouted and said with emotion.

Hearing Carl's pretentious words, the corners of Alex's mouth couldn't help twitching. There is one thing to say, Karl's gorgeous God's Spirit Leap is a real show...

When he first took it out, he blinded his 24k titanium alloy dog ​​eyes...

"Slytherin is going to play against Gryffindor later, let's go and see together? I want to see how you give advice..."

Even so, Philip said immediately unconvinced.

"Okay, let's go, let you see how the boss analyzes their foot-picking operations in depth..."

Facing Philip's doubts, Carl agreed without fear, thinking of it as exercise after dinner...

"Hi~...then we have to go early, otherwise we will definitely not be able to find a seat later. I heard that this time the competition is very hot, and George and Fred are both starting~, Slytherin. One point five, Gryffindor one to two..."

Alex hiccupped, wiped the oil from the corner of his mouth and said.

"What, if you have rotten money, you can do it? Why didn't you tell me earlier? Cough cough ~ slightly ~ Kaka..."

Hearing the news of the opening, Carl's eyes lit up and he said excitedly. His agitation was unbelievable. While he was still eating, the mandrake in his mouth was almost swallowed. Fortunately, he controlled his throat in time. Even so, it was unavoidable to cough violently, and the residue of the steak was sprayed all over the floor.

After a long while, Carl finally came to his senses, and tremblingly wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes. The tears were coughed up, and he was so stuck that he almost couldn't carry him away just now...

"You didn't even ask..."

Alex looked at Carl's miserable state, covered his mouth and tried not to laugh out loud. If Carl, a narrow-minded guy, hears this, he will definitely conjure up a shark to bite his ass. Philip's lessons are there. He doesn't want to be the second man whose pants are bitten by a great white shark.

On the other hand, Philip obviously just healed his scar and forgot the pain. He laughed unscrupulously: "After a school year, you still haven't changed at all, ouch..."

Before he finished speaking, the stool under him instantly turned into a great white shark biting his ass.

"Huh~? I didn't hear clearly just now, can you say it again?"

Carl straightened his expression, looked at Philip who was blushing, and said with a half-smile.

"Wrong, wrong..."

"Call Dad!"

"Niali, save me! Look at what your brother has done to me!"

"Are you still skinny?"

"Pfft..."

...

The two were fighting recklessly, Naiyali covered her face and shook her head helplessly, it was really a bunch of strange things.

...

Remembering that he was going to watch the Quidditch match this afternoon, Carl and his party hurried to the Quidditch arena after having a meal and rested for a while. If you go early, you can get a good seat, but if you go late, you may have to stand.

It's one o'clock in the afternoon, and even though the game didn't start until 2:30, the seats of the four major academies were already packed with young wizards who came to watch. They were pulling up banners for the teams represented by their academies, and enthusiastically Cheers to the players...