Hogwarts: Start Fusion Phoenix Bloodline

Hogwarts: Start Fusion Phoenix Bloodline Chapter 19

The first class of the afternoon, Professor Flitwick's Spells, was with Ravenclaw students.

Peter and Alan White sat together, watching Professor Flitwick standing on the table, with a few thick books at his feet to look at the students, and he couldn't help but be a little amused.

Everyone suspected that he had goblin blood, but they would not ask without courtesy.

Professor Flitwick is very passionate in his lectures, his sharp voice can always spit out a few golden sentences, and he is also very good at interacting with students.

However, when it comes to teaching students to cast spells, they are always too cautious, and most of the time is spent teaching theoretical knowledge, and only let students cast fluorescent spells until they are about to end of class. Even ravenclaw students, known as studious, showed a bored expression.

The second lesson was a class on the history of magic, which claimed to have hypnotic powers, and Professor Binns's tone of his lectures was quite in line with his ghostly identity, lifeless, with a bland tone of voice word by word.

Peter York insisted for half an hour and then gave up, Professor Binns's tone so flat that even if he concentrated on the lecture, he would unconsciously wander away and then start dozing off. After the bell rang at the end of class and Professor Binns drifted away, Peter was relieved that he finally did not have to listen to lullabies anymore.

"Alan, wake up, it's time for class!" Peter pushed Alan White, who was sleeping dead on the table, and looked at him with disgust as he drooled from his sleep.

Alan White looked up sleepily and wiped his saliva, obviously not fully awake from his dream.

Peter's confinement began at six o'clock, so after he asked Alan to return to the dormitory with his textbook, he went to the cellar alone and knocked on the office door.

"Professor Snape, I'm Peter York, can I come in?"

Boom, the Potions Professor's office door suddenly opened from the inside, revealing Snape's impatient face.

"Come in, boy." Pulling Peter in through the door, Snape pointed to the barrel on the floor filled with slugs and said, "Take it care of, this is your task tonight, when you're done and when you're leaving." "

Peter looked at the slugs in the barrel, the sticky green was very disgusting, and he was glad that he had not eaten lunch at the moment, otherwise he would have to spit it out.

There are many slugs, and his task is to clean up the mucus and impurities on the appearance of these slugs and put them in another wooden basin to use as raw materials for the potion.

Peter picked up the dragon skin gloves on the chair next to him in disgust, put them on his hands, and crouched down to start cleaning up the slugs.

Snape, who was frowning and grading his homework, looked up at Peter, who was seriously dealing with the slugs, after scoring a T representing the "bad" meaning on the student's parchment assignment, and showed a look of satisfaction.

In the past, those students who came to confinement were always frightened by his gloomy expression, and they didn't find the dragon skin gloves prepared next to them, and they directly grabbed them with their bare hands!

The result was a stinging scream of corrosive mucus from the slugs, followed by Snape's face-splitting taunts.

Both men bowed their heads and did their own thing, quietly, little by little, as time passed.

After dealing with the slug, Peter was tired and had back pain, looked up at the clock pointing to eight o'clock, he found that his efficiency was quite good, got up and moved his somewhat stiff body, and said to Snape: "Professor, I have finished!" "

Snape glanced up at the treated slug and said expressionlessly, "You can go when you're done." "

"Wait!"

When Peter opened the office door, Snape's voice rang out behind him, and indifferent eyes stared at him: "Given your performance tonight, there is no need to come back and confine." "

Peter smiled happily and leaned forward in thanks, "Thank you, Professor Snape!" "

Snape didn't respond to Peter's thanks, just snorted, bowed his head, and continued to do his own thing.

Out of Snape's office, Peter walked down the road to the dormitory, it was already eight o'clock in the evening, and now the auditorium dining room had not yet finished dinner. But after dealing with the slugs of the night, he had a disgusting smell on him and had to hurry back to the dormitory to freshen up.

After tossing and turning in the bathroom for half a day, and finally not smelling strange smell, Peter slowly came out, picked up a bottle of lavender-smelling perfume and sprayed it again, changed into a new school uniform, and walked out of the dormitory.

Some people had gathered in the common room, and after Peter came out, the people who saw him had their eyes lit up with a look of amazement and admiration.

At this time, Peter, who had just finished bathing, combed his blond hair in unison, revealing a smooth forehead, and his body after being transformed by the phoenix blood vein tended to be perfect!

The skin is delicate and snow-white, the handsome face does not have a single mole or freckle, and the pale golden eyelashes are like scallops, covering the blue eyes under the curtain!

The bridge of the nose is straight with a trace of eagle hook, the warm and full red lips are curled into a crescent moon, showing a faint smile, so that a room of people instantly seems to see Cupid, the god of love!

"Wow!" Alan White squeezed through the crowd and said with a stunned expression, "Peter, you're beautiful now!"