Hogwarts The Dark Arts Awakened

Looking at the woman in front of him with a weird smile on her face, Ron Weasley felt a chill in his back.

Even now, he still hasn't adapted to life at Hogwarts.

It is even more impossible to adapt to these Death Eater professors.

"Hello, Professor Bellatrix, we have a problem here. This man keeps saying that the porcupine quills, the material for scabies potion, need to be ground better. I think that is a waste of time." Ron Weasley He spoke quickly, while his expression began to control becoming dissatisfied and angry.

"Oh, is that so? I know that he is always so... obsessed with the study of potions, but... we basically no longer refine scabies potions. Maybe you are deceiving me?" Bellat Vice Principal Ricks Lestrange's expression was very dangerous.

Ron Weasley's heart skipped a beat, and then he looked directly into her eyes, with anger surging in his eyes: "I don't understand what you mean, Professor.

We were actually discussing some potions that I was looking for in the library outside of class, and this Mr. Ghost appeared out of nowhere and was talking about some random stuff.Harry can attest to that. "

Harry looked at Bellatrix Lestrange, feeling genuinely frightened for some reason: "Yes... yes, Professor, that is indeed the case."

Snape looked at the woman in front of him and sighed: "Bellatrix... you know, I'm dead... don't embarrass the child..." After saying that, he turned around and drifted away.

Bellatrix Lestrange was stunned for a moment, snorted coldly, shook her head and walked away.

Maybe you still remember the slightest camaraderie with your colleagues, maybe you don't think the two first-year Gryffindors can do much, maybe you have both ideas.

And Harry Potter's doubts were put to rest with this episode.

……

In the afternoon, flying lessons.

Seeing Harry Potter flying into the sky, Ron Weasley tried to fly.

Seeing the ground getting further and further away from him, an instinctive feeling of fear surged into his heart.

"Harry...Harry..." shouting Harry Potter's name, Ron Weasley waved wildly.

Harry Potter was a little surprised and lowered his flying altitude and came to Ron: "What's wrong Ron?"

"I feel short of breath, OMGD, this is really scary..." Ron Weasley said uneasily, clenching his broomstick tightly with both hands.

Harry Potter looked at Ron Weasley with some unimaginable expression, and couldn't help but burst into laughter: "Relax, Ron, it's not difficult." He murmured: "It's only three meters , even if it falls, there will be no problem..."

Perhaps because he grew up in the Muggle world, Ron Weasley felt that this broom was like...a beast that didn't obey orders.

With a scream, Ron Weasley suddenly sped up.

Flying back and forth in the air, turning 360 degrees.

Watching Ron Weasley finally fly in the third period.The professor sighed, another free-range chicken, relaxed and continued to teach another free-range chicken, Hermione.

A landlocked chicken is a derogatory term used by wizards for people who cannot use a broomstick, similar to a landlubber.

After hearing the screams, he got on his broom in a panic and flew into the sky.

"Steady, steady... Hey, prefect, can you hear me? Don't be afraid, the most important thing is don't be afraid!..."

Flying Lesson Professor, Yerevanch Crouch shouted loudly.

He couldn't remember Ron Weasley's name, but he knew the guy was a prefect.

In the midst of the crazy flying, Ron Weasley suddenly closed his eyes.

Under everyone's exclamations, he slowly stopped the chaos and stopped in mid-air.

Slowly open your eyes.

Ron Weasley looked at the little Hogwarts, the anxious flying lesson professor and Harry Potter.

Looking down from a high altitude, I find that everything below is so small.

For a moment I felt like I was reborn.

"Yahoo!!!..." Ron Weasley cheered loudly and flew downwards...

Then something embarrassing happened...

"Ahhhhh!!!..." Ron Weasley screamed in horror, and then crashed straight into the flying... Pansy.

Pansy was watching Malfoy fly with a twinkle in her eye.

She thought Malfoy was so handsome.

At this moment, a scream came. When he turned around, he saw that it was the red-haired man rushing towards him.

She wanted to scream: Don't come over! ! !

But when she discovered the other party, it was already too late.The distance between the two was no more than 10 meters, and they collided almost instantly.

They immediately fell to the ground together.

"Fake Squid." Pansy's expression was very angry.

Ron Weasley was a little embarrassed.

"Are you really a pureblood? It's unbelievable..." Pansy began to ramble.

Ron Weasley also slowly changed from embarrassment to irritability.

"That's enough! I'm very sorry! That's it!..." Ron Weasley turned around and left.

I might not really be fit to fly...

Ron Weasley thought so.

He threw the broom away angrily.

Then he picked it up again.

He felt that the moment he was flying high in the sky just now, it felt very wonderful.

The feeling of flying freely is particularly wonderful.

After hesitating for a moment, Ron Weasley mounted his broomstick again.

Flying slowly in the sky.

While others were flying freely, Ron Weasley was floating slowly like a snail.

Accelerating a little bit is like just learning to drive a battery car, not daring to go too fast.

Accelerate slowly.

……

"Oh, children, because your Transfiguration Professor, Miranda Shafik, is away for something, so this class will be led by me, the gamekeeper, Fenrir Greyback, to take you to experience...the thrill of hunting in advance. ..." The man looked very ugly and fierce.

The twinkling light in his eyes was chilling.

With a weird smile.

Looking at the werewolf with a weird smile in front of him, Ron's hair kept rising.

To say that other little wizards have little information or knowledge about this guy, he is too... familiar.

"Although you are still young, Lord Voldemort thinks that I can already take you to the Forbidden Forest for a casual hunting game in the Forbidden Forest..." Fenrir said excitedly.

Gamekeeper, gamekeeper.

Another name for the Forbidden Forest is very obvious, Hunting Ground.

To put it bluntly, the Forbidden Forest was originally a hunting ground for some boring wizards to amuse themselves, and to get some materials by the way.

Then he turned around and said, "Let's go...let's...hunt for the materials we need."

As he said this, he licked the corner of his mouth with his tongue, looking very expectant.

Others had no idea about this action, but Ron Weasley felt very nervous.

"Ron, I feel something is wrong..." Harry Potter said nervously: "This professor gives me a very strange feeling, as if... he wants to do something very evil."

"Metoo..." Ron Weasley nodded, then leaned into Harry Potter's ear: "He is a werewolf, and a notorious evil werewolf!" Then he reported loudly: "Professor, I I want to go to the toilet!..."

Fenrir Greyback turned his head and looked at the red-haired boy with an unpleasant expression on his face, but he seemed to have remembered something: "You...are Weasley? The first-year prefect?"

"Yes..." Ron Weasley said calmly.

Fenrir Greyback nodded: "OK, yougo..."

Ron Weasley took a deep breath and left quickly.

Harry Potter watched Ron Weasley leave and felt something was wrong. He also shouted loudly: "Professor, I need to use the toilet too!..."

Fenrir Greyback showed an unhappy expression, but after a moment of silence he still said: "OK..."

Harry Potter quickly caught up with Ron Weasley, and the two headed towards the toilet.

After turning a corner, Fenrir Greyback and others could not see them.Ron Weasley headed straight for the stairs and climbed all the way up.

Heading towards the Gryffindor common room.

Enter the prefects' dormitory.

Take a package out of it.

A small package blessed by the Traceless Stretch Spell.

There is about two hundred square meters of space inside, which is about the size of a single apartment.

Ron Weasley picked it up and left.

In this package, there are many spirits.

This is the necessary material to practice burning yourself with poison.

In addition, there are various prepared potions.

White essence, poisonous potion, fanatical potion and magic vine potion.

And the last look, the secret of cutting-edge black magic...

One of those simple terrible black magic...

After packing up all the things, the two people immediately began to quickly return to their original positions.

Fenrir Greyback looked at the two people walking in a hurry and smiled: "Wow... you are so fast. Next time, you must use the toilet before class."

"Okay, thank you very much..." Ron Weasley said with a sheepish smile and entered the Gryffindor team.

Gryffindor and Hufflepuff walked with Fenrir Greyback.

"I heard that there are many magical creatures in the Forbidden Forest."

"I've heard about it too, but it's said that most of them are very dangerous."

"I hope we won't encounter any accidents..."

Some people are telling their own experiences to gain praise and discussion from others.

They talked, and then the discussion continued without abatement.

The surrounding environment continues to become more and more natural and forested.

Ron Weasley didn't know why he felt more and more nervous, as if something extremely terrible was about to happen.

Holding a bottle of fanaticism potion in his hand.

He didn't know why he was so nervous.

But what I can feel is that I am nervous, not out of instinct, but out of...the sixth sense.

He had no hope that what he had guessed was correct.