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 sip.

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's beard that has been soaked for two months." Harry frowned and commented.

Who is it this time?

"I'm just curious about the hurricane curse." Harry shook his head, "Its effect is extraordinary. It can induce magic that does not belong to you."

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.

Snape sneered: "It seems you have drank?"

"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."

Everyone in the lounge gathered around.

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

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."

He waved his sleeves and was about to leave.

Dumbledore stood up and waved his wand.

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

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

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

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

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

The second grade wizards also started to get involved in making some antidotes.

In the auditorium, all spells ceased and dissipated instantly.

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

She quickly turned her head and looked at Harry's profile, feeling better now.

However... unlike special antidotes that target a particular curse, spell, or poison, making a general antidote that can remove and resist most poisons is a very dangerous thing.

Harry nodded.

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."

Lockhart swayed and walked among the little wizards, correcting their mistakes - not handsome enough, unable to wave the wand so dryly, demeanor, and most importantly, demeanor.

The elf appeared in front of Dumbledore.

When Slytherin was killed, the little lions were not excited at all. Even Neville's face became extremely pale and trembling.

Even if a potion master makes some attempts, it is difficult to say that he will not hurt himself. The names of the potion masters who died from taking poison could fill a book.

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

Snape left quickly.

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

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

"What...what's wrong?" he asked in a low voice.

"To activate magic power that does not belong to you, you need to have a huge amount of magic power yourself. I can only achieve it through the effect of magic potions."

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

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

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

Antidotes are a large category of potions.

Harry nodded.

Half an hour later.

Seamus nodded: "I know him, but what happens if he is killed?"

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

It's pure blood...

This was the first time Hermione had seen this kind of creature. It was wrinkled and poorly dressed, resembling a goblin, but the differences in details made it look much uglier than a goblin.

Seamus reacted and took a deep breath.

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

Only Slytherin is the most fearless group of people.

He only spoke half of what he said, and stopped abruptly when he realized something was wrong in the atmosphere.

The students became panicked.

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

The tinkling bell dropped debris all over the floor.

In the Gryffindor lounge, Professor McGonagall took the lion cubs back and left in a hurry.

"He is pure blood!" Ron emphasized, "Flint is one of the twenty-eight sacred clans that those pretentious guys believe is the family with the purest blood."

"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."

Test medicine?

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

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

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

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

"Crow won't lie to the little wizard!" Crow was even more frightened than him, grabbing his ears, "Crow won't mistake the little wizard either."

Neville frowned, he was still worried about himself.

Crow was nervous and replied in a low voice: "It's a young wizard from Slytherin Academy who was petrified. His name is Marcus Flint."

They are proud of their pure blood.

"But, doesn't the legend of the Chamber of Secrets say that the basilisk will only attack those non-pure-blood students?" A fourth-year pure-blood wizard stammered, his tone frightened.

Ron swallowed hard: "You don't know Flint? He is Slytherin's Quidditch captain."

"Harry, how dare you!" Ron bared his teeth and claws. He didn't know whether to pat Harry on the back or to slam his throat first, "Spit it out."

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

There's another attack!

"What spit it out?" Harry was confused.

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

He looked at the elf and his tone suddenly became vicious: "Did you admit your mistake?"

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

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

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

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

"Obviously, the heirs of Slytherin don't really agree with Slytherin's ideas."

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