Finally, after the deformation class was over, the little wizards rushed out of the stenched classroom.

Brian stayed to help Professor McGonagall clean up the classroom, and asked Professor McGonagall about the questions he asked in class.

"I'm glad you've been exposed to this level of deformation." Professor McGonagall first asked Brian to try to turn a mouse into a cup, and nodded with relief.

She explained the key points of deformation to Brian. The general approach was similar to Tom, but everyone's understanding might be different. Professor McGonagall's explanation still benefited Brian a lot.

Then Brian ran towards the greenhouse and finally arrived there just before herbal class.

Professor Sprout asked them to continue what the students in the last class had been doing, putting the remaining Mandela grass into the basin.

"Mandela is a powerful recovery agent used to restore the deformed or cursed person to its original state, and is an important part of most antidotes." Theodore stood up and answered Professor Sprout's question in a plain tone, "but its cry is deadly."

Professor Sprout was very satisfied with this and asked everyone to get a pair of ear cups.

Everyone rushed forward, and Gal took out three pairs of earcups with his big tall man and distributed the remaining two pairs to Brian and Draco.

Brees looked proudly at the snatchers, showing a disdainful look, and stood aside with his chest crossed. Finally, he had to put on the only remaining pair of pink fluffy ear cuffs, and his dark-skinned cheeks were flushed.

They need to pull the mandela grass out of the soil, stuff the ugly baby-like grass roots into the flower pot, and then bury them with compost.

This caused Brian a little trouble. At this time, he could not use magic, but just a simple physical work. Fortunately, he usually pays attention to exercise and can still withstand it.

But Draco was much more unlucky. He was pulling a mandela grass hard, his pale cheeks turned red. The baby-like grass roots were unwilling to pull out of the soil and twisted their limbs hard. Draco finally pulled out one and threw a butt. The doll fell on his face and punched him, almost knocking his ear cuffs.

Brian finally pulled the Mandela grass off Draco's face and stuffed it into a large flower pot. He saw Draco's mouth muttering, obviously not saying anything good.

After class finally ended, Draco took off his ear cups and said dissatisfiedly: "We are here to study, not to do rough work."

"Okay, haven't you done anything since then? It was Crabbe and Goal who helped you finish it." Brian wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"So they're still useful." Draco raised his chin and said.

They saw Brees roughly pulling off the pink earcup from his head, throwing it aside like a hot hand, putting one hand in his pocket, and leaving quickly with his head high.

Draco secretly covered his mouth and smiled, "So, some people look so arrogant on the surface, but in fact, after understanding it, they will find out that he is actually...uh..."

"It's a funny guy," Brian responded.

They returned to the auditorium, and Draco went back to change his clothes and said, "It's really bad that morning."

"Yes, it's really unexpected." Brian smiled, moving his sore arms.

After lunch, they first took a sleepy magic history class. Draco whispered: "Potter actually sent a signature photo to a small mud farm at the other side of the venue at noon, and then was caught by Lockhart! Unfortunately, you were not there at the time, and his face was really interesting."

Brian was communicating with Tom to learn about his problems and nodded casually when he heard this.

"I always felt that the Mudbana did not have the qualification to receive magic education. They simply defiled the purity of the magic world," he wrote in his diary.

"Yes, Slytherin's philosophy is right. The mud breed will never stand completely on the wizard's side, and will only make the wizarding world more chaotic and divided." Tom agreed.

"But what can we do? The wizarding world now accounts for the majority of people who are friendly to them."

"Yeah, it's such a foolish and short-sighted group of people." Tom mocked, "I think it's only necessary for someone like Dumbledore to come forward to have a good effect. But he chose the stupid side."

"Maybe, but now there is really no way to purify them." After writing this sentence, Brian closed the diary.

He held his cheek with one hand and looked at Professor Ghost Bins quietly, thinking to himself: "It's coming soon, it should be almost done when talking a few more times."

"But it's too late to purify the wizards who are from Muggle-born." Brian thought with a deep look, "This road is no longer available."

Brian knew very well that this era had no soil for pure blood theory to develop, and that it was destined to be swept into the garbage dump as the dregs of history. Today, there are only a small group of people left in the wizarding world who are still sticking to this.

Perhaps, after gambled and firmly believed that he would become their savior, it was probably the last afterglow of pure blood.

With Voldemort's collapse, reality hit them the heaviest, and the pure blood family began to decline completely.

There are many ancient families like the PWIT family who were almost cut off from blood, while members of the Lesterlanch family vowed to sit in the prison. The only remaining male descendants of the Black family are still eating rats in Azkaban...

The families that escaped the judgment gradually declined, and there were not many ancient families like the Malfoy and the Fley families who still maintained wealth and power. The glory of pure blood will never return.

...

In the evening, he and Draco came to the stadium. Draco said excitedly: "I made an appointment with Flint. I will give them a broom tonight at the stadium, and then he will examine my flying skills!"

"Very good, but why should I pull me up?" Brian sighed.

"You can have one of those light wheels in 2001!"

"Okay." Brian looked into the stadium, with six Slytherin players gathering, and the burly captain Marcus Flint was walking around excitedly.

"Hi, Draco, and Brian!" He saw the two of them coming and walked over and shook their hands excitedly.

Brian felt his thick palms hurt his hands.

Draco took out six flying brooms, raised his chin and said, "This is six light wheels 2001, the highest speed now, four of which are supported by my father, and two are sponsored by Brian."

"Great!" Flint looked at these flying brooms as if he had seen his lover, and the other players were eager, "This year we will definitely beat other teams to a loss!"

"Draco, you know, we're missing a golfer. The last one just graduated last year." Flint coughed, "Your situation is very suitable for golfer, but I have to examine your flying skills."

"Of course." Draco took out his broom and said with confidence.

Brian sat on the edge of the stadium and watched Flint throw the balls out at various tricky angles. Draco flew around in the air and could always catch them beautifully. He clapped with the other players.

"Great, Draco! So perfect!" Flint grinned, "You are much better than the last one."

Draco fell on the grass and raised his head with some pride.

"I think you must find the ball player! I'll report to the dean now." Flint said, "How about training every Saturday morning?"

"I'll arrive on time." Draco nodded.

"Oh, of course, and Brian, do you want to give it a try too?" Flint murmured at Brian.

"No need, I don't have time to join the team." Brian shook his head when he heard this.

"Okay, but you can always give it a try, after all, you have contributed," Flint said.

"Brian's flying skills are also very good, comparable to mine." Draco said, raising an eyebrow at Brian.

Brian had no choice but to get up and fly once.

He sat on a broom and soared into the air, the sound of the wind whistled in his ears, making his mind extremely clear.

The ball thrown by Flint was right in front of him. He lowered his body and swooped down, holding it firmly in his hand. With improved reaction, his brain reacted faster and his body was extremely coordinated. It was more than enough to deal with such small fights.

When he finally landed on the ground, Flint said slightly excitedly: "You really don't plan to join the Quidditch team? You are excellent!" He felt that Brian's reaction speed was very superior, which was extremely advantageous for Quidditch.

"Sorry, I really don't have time." Brian shook his head with a smile.

"Okay, no matter what, how about you being a substitute?" Flint said, "Of course, you don't have to participate in training, you just come on the bench in special circumstances."

Brian pondered for a while and said, "Yes." He knew that there were other substitutes in the team, and it might never be his turn to play.

In the following time, the team members got their new flying brooms and flew happily in the stadium.

Their incomparable self-confidence is the confidence accumulated through continuous victory, and the newly obtained flying broom undoubtedly makes them feel like a tiger.

Watching them fly happily, Brian couldn't help but laugh.
Chapter completed!