Hogwarts: Start with Phoenix Bloodline

The first class in the afternoon was Professor Flitwick's Charms, a class with Ravenclaw students.

Peter and Alan White sat together, looking at Professor Flitwick standing on the table with several thick books under his feet to be at eye level with the students, and couldn't help laughing.

Everyone suspected that he had goblin blood, but no one asked politely.

Professor Flitwick lectures very passionately, his sharp voice can always spit out a few golden sentences, and he is also very interactive with students.

However, he always seems to be too cautious when teaching students to cast magic spells. He spends most of the day teaching theoretical knowledge and only lets the students cast fluorescent spells when the get out of class is about to end. Even the Ravenclaw students who were known to be studious showed bored expressions.

The second class was a history of magic class that was said to have hypnotic power. Professor Binns' lecture tone was quite consistent with his identity as a ghost. He was lifeless and read every word in a flat tone.

Peter York gave up after persisting for half an hour. Professor Binns' tone was so bland that even if he concentrated on listening to the lecture, he would unconsciously drift away and start dozing off. When the bell rang and Professor Binns floated away, Peter breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, he no longer had to listen to the lullaby.

"Alan, wake up, get out of class is over!"Peter pushed Alan White, who was sleeping soundly on the table, and looked at him with disgust at the way he was drooling while sleeping.

Alan White raised his head sleepily and looked around, wiped his saliva, and obviously still He didn't wake up completely from his dream.

Peter's confinement time started at six o'clock, so after he asked Allen to take his textbooks back to the dormitory, he went to the cellar alone and knocked on the office door.

"Professor Snape, this is Peter York, may I come in?"

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

"Come in, boy. Pulling Peter in from the door, Snape pointed to the barrel full of slugs on the ground and said,"Get rid of it. This is your task tonight. You will leave when you finish it.""

Peter looked at the slugs in the barrel. They were slimy and green and disgusting. He was very glad that he had not eaten lunch, otherwise he would definitely have vomited them out.

There were many slugs, and his task was to put these slugs on their appearance. Clean up the mucus and impurities, and then put it into another wooden basin as the raw material for the potion.

Peter endured his disgust and picked up the dragon leather gloves on the chair next to him, put them on his hands, squatted down and started to clean up the slugs.

He was wrinkled Snape, who was correcting his homework with his eyebrows raised, marked the student's parchment homework with a T that meant"bad", then looked up at Peter who was carefully handling the slugs, showing a look of satisfaction. In the past , those students who came to confinement were always so frightened by his gloomy expression that they didn't even notice the dragon skin gloves prepared nearby, so they just grabbed them with bare hands! As a result, they were stung by the corrosive mucus of the slugs. Peter screamed, and then met Snape's sarcasm.

Both of them lowered their heads and did their own thing, quietly, and time passed by little by little.

After dealing with the slugs, Peter was so tired that his back ached. He looked up The clock pointed to eight o'clock, and he found that his efficiency was quite good. He stood up and moved his somewhat stiff body, and said to Snape:"Professor, I'm done!"

Snape raised his head and glanced at the finished slugs, and then said expressionlessly:"You can go when you're done."

"etc!"

When Peter opened the door to the office, Snape's voice sounded behind him, looking at him with indifferent eyes:"In view of your performance tonight, there is no need to come here for confinement later.

Peter smiled happily when he heard this, bowed and thanked:"Thank you, Professor Snape!""

Snape didn't respond to Peter's thanks. He just snorted, lowered his head and continued to do his own thing. After leaving Snape's office, Peter walked on the road to the dormitory. It was already eight o'clock in the evening, and he was now in the auditorium and restaurant. Dinner wasn't over yet. But after dealing with slugs all night, his body was stained with a disgusting smell, so he had to go back to the dormitory to freshen up.

After struggling in the bathroom for a long time, and finally no longer smelling the strange smell, Peter came out slowly. , picked up a bottle of lavender-flavored perfume and sprayed it again, put on a new school uniform, and walked out of the dormitory.

Some people had gathered in the common room. After Peter came out, the eyes of those who saw him lit up. An expression of admiration and admiration.

Peter, who had just finished bathing, had his golden hair combed back, revealing a smooth forehead. After being transformed by the Phoenix bloodline, his body became perfect! His skin was delicate and white, and there was not a single star on his handsome face. There are moles or freckles, and pale golden eyelashes like scallops, covering the blue eyes! The bridge of the nose is straight with a hint of aquiline, and the warm and full red lips are pursed into a crescent moon, revealing a faint smile, which makes The people in the room felt as if they had seen Cupid, the god of love!

"Wow!"Ellen White squeezed through the crowd and said with an astonished expression:"Peter, you are stunningly beautiful now!

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