"Is Fred missing?" Harry and Ron whispered at the dining table.

"Yes, today is not April Fool's Day." Ron seemed very anxious, "I really don't know what happened to Hogwarts!"

"You said... could it be that heir who did it?"

"He doesn't have to attack someone who has been unconscious, I think."

"That...this is really strange."

"That's right, so I don't know where to think..."

Ron lay on the table and buried his face in his arms.

Harry exhaled heavily and said, "We...we'll ask Hagrid tomorrow... about the secret room."

After they had lunch, Draco walked by in unrecognizable steps and said to them sarcastically: "Oh, it's so pitiful. I heard that your brother was thrown into the secret room to feed the monster, probably enough for that monster to eat..."

Under the angry eyes of the two little wizards almost burst out, Brian directly pulled Draco out of the auditorium. It has to be said that sometimes Draco's personality is really bad.

"Draco, if you use this special point of pain, you may disappear without a trace in the future." Brian said.

"Haha, do they dare? My dad will capture them into Azkaban." Draco said proudly.

"People can do anything in extreme anger. They won't think about the consequences." Brian looked into his eyes and said, "Why do you have to? Then you will be the one who is injured..."

Draco said proudly: "They can't deal with me... I won't irritate those who can beat me."

Goer nodded like a chicken pecking at the rice, his face was confused.

"It sounds so nice to bully the weak and fear the strong... It's worthy of you." Brian said in surprise.

"That's called judging the situation, Brian." Draco wiped the tip of his nose and dragged the tone.

"By the way, will the one who captured Weasley really be the heir?" he murmured to himself.

"Who knows?" Brian said quietly.

"But... why is Weasley? Do the monsters in the secret room prefer pure blood?" Draco said with a gloomy tone.

"Oh, Draco, don't scare people!" Daphne, who was beside him, heard it and said dissatisfiedly.

She was arguing with Pansy about the feather of the pheasant, who thought it was beautiful and put it on her head. Daphne was trying to convince her not to do that, it would look like a pheasant, and she couldn't stand the strange gazes that others always stared at them.

"Daphne, how could you say such words? You are jealous!" Pansy said angrily, "I always pour cold water on me. You always have to step on the things I like. It's so annoying!" She ran away angrily.

"Pancy!" Daphne widened her blue eyes, looking surprised and angry. She stamped her feet, turned her head and walked slowly.

"They are quarreling again..." Draco muttered in a low voice.

"Obviously, this is the norm." Brian said softly.

"I don't like Pansy very much... Her aesthetic is more suitable for Brees." Draco muttered, "I suspect that she was the one who sent me the letter to Valentine's Day..." At this point, his face turned red again.

"Of course, there may be one of hers in Brees," he added.

"Is that true?" Brian looked at Draco. He remembered that Draco seemed to have had a relationship with Pansy for a while in the original work. Did something go wrong?

When the potion class was in the afternoon, the relationship between the two little witches seemed to ease a lot, making Brian unable to figure out their thinking patterns.

In this class, they configured painkillers to relieve pain in people who are hurt by magic.

But this class is obviously full of situations, and the little wizards are obviously absent-minded because of the disappearance.

First, Ron's broken wand made a bursting sound uncontrollably, and thick smoke came out, making the entire underground classroom smoky.

Snape dispelled the smoke in a gloomy way and deducted ten to Gryffindor.

Next, another accident occurred at Dean Thomas of Gryffindor. He blew up his cauldron, splashing potions everywhere, knocking over countless bottles of potions.

Snape darkened his face and cleaned the wreckage and deducted another twenty points to Gryffindor.

Finally, a large fountain-like splashes of water spurted out from Gower's crucible, almost flooding the entire Potion Classroom.

Snape's face was so dark that it was about to drip out of water.

"It seems that none of you are willing to devote your energy to the potion configuration?" He said in a gloomy tone. "I have said many times that potion is a rigorous and precise subject. If you are always absent-minded, you might as well drink poison directly!"

"Before get out of class, I will see you successfully cooked. You need to drink the potion you configured in front of me." Snape said slowly, causing many people to breathe a sigh of relief.

Draco lowered his head and smiled secretly.

When get out of class was over, Snape kept his word and let everyone experience the potion they configured.

He asked the students to come forward one by one, and after checking the potion, he asked the students to drink it in front of him.

Brian tasted the colorless transparent potion he made himself, which was as colorless and tasteless as clear water. After drinking it, he felt much more relaxed. Snape nodded slightly.

Ron looked at the yellow unidentified liquid he made, and his face became ugly. But he finally gritted his teeth and took a sip in Snape's sarcasm, then rushed out of the classroom with his stomach covering.

Goll had nothing to drink because he had dried the pot. Snape said gloomyly that if it appeared again, he would let him eat the cauldron directly.

At the same time, Snape stopped several people from drinking the potion they configured. Apparently those people made poisons, including Neville and Pansy.

"Very good, you need to configure this potion before the next class. I hope you will not fall to the ground and die when you drink it next class." Snape said with a corner of his mouth. Neville sobbed softly.

This unique potion class ended with the moaning of many young wizards covering their stomachs.

Fortunately, the Potions class is the last class today, and those little wizards don’t have to worry about asking for leave in the next class.

"I think this kind of potion class is interesting. The dean is good. I really hope that the next course will be like this." Draco said proudly. He has always been good at potion science.

Brian planned tonight's plan in his mind and nodded casually when he heard this.

At night, the lounge was filled with little wizards doing homework. Brian was guiding Gole to make today's potion.

On the other side, Daphne was also watching Pansy make potions, her potions bubbling in the cauldron.

"Pancy, the fire is too big, please turn it down." Daphne said in a low voice.

"No, you are wrong, Daphne, the textbook says this is right!" Pan Xi said arrogantly.

"But Professor Snape said he needed to turn the fire down. He said that it would be easy to make a mistake if he did it in the textbook." Daphne frowned.

"No, I didn't hear this, you must have heard it wrong. Didn't you succeed in making it today?" Pan Xi said, "You still have a stomachache for a long time."

Daphne blushed slightly, and she flipped through her potion notes, wondering if she had really heard it wrong.

"Daphne is right, Pansy," suggests Brian. "Currenting the fire will make us more attentive to the details, and the textbooks are more suitable for the Potion Master."

"Okay..." Pansy muttered impatiently, turning the fire down a little. Daphne blinked at him gratefully.

But Brian didn't care about them anymore, and Goll's cauldron was frantically blowing out a bunch of water, splashing everywhere.

Brian waved his wand and cleared Goll's cauldron. Draco, who had been hiding beside him, breathed a sigh of relief.

"You didn't grind the beetle's eyeballs into powder, Goll." Brian said helplessly. He just diverted his attention a little.

Gao Er showed a sudden realization and began to add water to the crucible again.

Brian sighed and said to Draco: "Why do you try to guide him? I need to go out."

"I don't do this." Draco sneered.

The crisp sound of glass falling to the ground broke their conversation. Pansi screamed and retreated aside in a hurry.

Brian saw Daphne lying on the ground, and a group of people were surrounding him.

"What's going on?" He ran over and checked Daphne's condition. She had lost consciousness.

"I...she just tasted the potion I made..." Pansy shook her head quickly. She seemed a little panicked.

Brian glanced at Pansy's cauldron, and the colorless and transparent potion inside was slowly bubbled.

He sniffed the smell, dipped his wand a little potion, and analyzed the ingredients.

"It should be fine, but the Ecstasy grass has been added too much, and the hypnosis component is too high..." Brian said hesitantly.

He looked at Daphne's situation, but he always felt that something was missing from her, making her look less lively, like an exquisite doll.

"Is it the soul-losing again?" His heart sank.
Chapter completed!