Chapter 70 Pure-Blood Victims (Please Read On)

Chapter 70 Pureblood Victims (Please read~)

Ron looked at the bottle of potion in fear.

At any rate, Snape was just talking about it before, but now he actually took out the poison?

"Drink." Snape forced the bottle into Harry's hand, his tone as strong as his actions.

Ron was even more frightened.

Harry didn't hesitate, unscrewed the bottle cap, and finished the bottle in one gulp.

People around him gasped.

Just drink it?

He is Professor Snape who hates you the most.

"The smell is a bit bad, it smells like a troll beard that has been soaked for two months." Harry frowned and commented.

Snape sneered: "It seems you have drank?"

"I heard it described by the Sorting Hat." Harry replied, the hat under his robes moving uneasily.

"Did you use the antidote in advance?" Snape did not dwell on the topic, keeping a straight face and a serious tone.

Harry shook his head: "Professor, don't worry. I can put it more bluntly. I haven't touched those things yet. It's due to my personal constitution. Those apprentice-level poisons are ineffective on me."

Antidotes are a large category of potions.

The second grade wizards also started to make some antidotes.

However... unlike a special antidote that targets a particular curse, spell, or poison, the production of a universal antidote that can remove and resist most poisons is very dangerous.

This requires dismantling most curses, spells, and poisons, and having a deep understanding of their principles, in order to be able to use a dose of magic potion to remove all effects.

Test medicine?

That is the most basic, the most necessary, and the most dangerous thing.

Even a potion master can hardly say that he will not hurt himself when he makes some attempts. The names of potion masters who died from taking poison could fill a book.

"Physique?" Snape looked more relaxed, "I didn't expect the Potter family to have such ability."

He waved his sleeves and was about to leave.

"Professor, what was that potion you took?" Harry asked, stopping him.

Snape sounded impatient: "That's a fluid potion, a kind I invented. You don't have the ability yet..."

"I'm not talking about that, it's the potion that made your magic riot." Harry added, making it clearer.

Snape narrowed his eyes: "Did my poison still have an effect on you? The little wizard shouldn't use such things if his mind is so unclear."

"I'm just curious about the hurricane spell." Harry shook his head. "It has an extraordinary effect. It can induce magic that does not belong to you."

Snape was surprised and looked at Dumbledore: "If you care about the effect you mentioned, you can ask Albus. That bottle is just an ordinary potion that increases magic power."

"To induce magic that does not belong to you requires a huge amount of magic power of your own, and I can only achieve it through the effect of magic potions."

Harry nodded.

Snape left quickly.

"Harry, how dare you!" Ron bared his teeth and claws, not knowing whether to pat Harry on the back or slam his throat first, "Spit it out."

"What did you spit out?" Harry was confused.

"That bottle of poison!" Ron's voice was panicked.

Hermione couldn't stand it anymore and sighed: "That's the antidote."

"After all, during the duel just now, the professor used a lot of poison. Although Harry seemed unaffected, the effects of some poisons may not take effect immediately."

Ron suddenly realized, and his tone still contained some lingering suspicion: "Is that really the antidote?"

Harry nodded.

Ron was dubious. It was hard for him to believe that Snape had such a kind heart.

The little wizards were divided into groups one by one and began to try to duel.

Ron and Hermione are the most envied group, they have Harry to guide them.

Lockhart swayed among the young wizards, correcting their faults - less handsome posture, less dry waving of the wand, demeanor, and above all grace.

Flitwick couldn't stand it anymore and ignored continuing to show off to McGonagall. He walked down from the teacher's desk and took it upon himself to correct the real mistakes of the young wizards.

Half an hour later.

The elf appeared before Dumbledore.

Harry turned his head keenly and saw the panicked elf saying something that made all the professors on the teacher's bench look ugly.

Dumbledore stood up and waved his wand.

In the auditorium, all the spells ceased and dissipated instantly.

The tinkling bell dropped debris all over the floor.

"All students, please return to the lounge immediately." Dumbledore said with a serious expression, "Follow your dean and you are not allowed to leave the team."

The students were panicked.

There's another attack!

Who is it this time?

They looked around and to their side. Seeing that their friends were still there, they were slightly relieved, but those little wizards who saw that their friends were not there became anxious.

Only Slytherin is the most fearless group of people.

They are proud of their pure blood.

No matter who the person was attacked, it was definitely not someone from their Slytherin house.

The little wizards panicked and ran towards their academy like a flood.

In the Gryffindor lounge, Professor McGonagall took the little lions back and left in a hurry.

"Who was killed this time?" Seamus looked around the lounge, trying to make sure it was Gryffindor.

Neville frowned, he was still worried about himself.

Some young wizards have already begun to write letters, confiding their fears to their families.

Harry snapped his fingers and said the name of the house elf he knew: "Crow!"

With a crisp sound, the elf appeared in front of him.

Everyone in the lounge gathered around.

It was the first time Hermione saw this creature. It was wrinkled and poorly dressed, like a goblin, but the difference in details made it look much uglier than a goblin.

She turned her head quickly and looked at Harry's profile, and then she felt better.

"Who was the student who was killed?" Harry asked it.

Crow was nervous and whispered: "It was a little wizard from Slytherin College who was petrified. His name is Marcus Flint."

Seamus waved his fist excitedly: "Hey, let's see how Slytherin and the others..."

He only said half of his words, and found that the atmosphere was not right, so he stopped abruptly.

The little lions were not excited at all about the death of Slytherin, and even Neville's face turned extremely pale and trembled.

"What...what happened?" He asked in a low voice.

Ron swallowed hard: "You don't know Flint? He was the Quidditch captain of Slytherin."

Seamus nodded: "I know him, but what's wrong with him being killed?"

"He's pure blood!" Ron emphasized, "Flint is one of the twenty-eight sacred families that those pretentious guys think is the family with the purest bloodline."

It's pure blood...

Seamus reacted and took a breath.

"But, doesn't the legend of the Chamber of Secrets say that the basilisk only attacks those students who are not pure blood?" A fourth-year pure-blood wizard stammered, his tone panicked.

He looked at the elf, and his tone suddenly became fierce: "Did you recognize the wrong one?"

"Kro will not lie to the little wizard!" Kro was more panicked than him, grabbing his ears, "Kro will not recognize the wrong little wizard."

"The basilisk can't tell who is pure-blooded and who is not." Harry frowned, "Only the heir will choose the target."

"Obviously, the heir of Slytherin does not really agree with the philosophy of Slytherin."

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