【British and American】My miserable life studying abroad

Is Sius still useful in this way?

Wei Shengling's focus was off. Xius could still do something good!

Although she might have simply wanted to vent her anger at the time and strangle the future savior Harry Potter in the cradle.

But in the final analysis, it is doing good things.

Applause, quack, quack.

Sherlock squeezed Wei Shengling's hand to signal her to put away her happy expression. Wei Shengling bit the soft flesh on both sides of her cheeks but couldn't help herself, so she just lay on Sherlock's shoulder and laughed secretly.

Slughorn was worried sick now, so he should not interrupt other people's thoughts.

Snape raised his eyebrows, with a hint of joy on his face. Watson turned his head away slightly, his shoulders shaking, trying hard to hold back his laughter.

Slughorn was so absorbed in his own thoughts that he didn't notice the abnormality of other people. He wasn't on the side of the Potter family, he just felt that this shouldn't be the first thing to happen.

If he takes action today because this family disobeys him, he may take action against another family tomorrow. What good ending will these little people have in the end?

It wasn't so much that he was worried about the Potter family, but rather that he was afraid that the same thing would happen to him.

"We must create an opportunity to overthrow the Dark Lord." Slughorn said solemnly. Wei Shengling stood up. She had laughed enough, so she asked, "Do you have any ideas?"

"The process of soul potion repairing the soul is long and painful." Slughorn took a deep breath. "Then it will be a good opportunity, but we will need more allies to fight against those Death Eaters together, and we will also need the support of some pure-blood families..."

"You seem to underestimate us, Professor Slughorn." Watson rubbed his cheeks. "What do you think of us? Some ability, but not much?"

"To be more arrogant, one hundred of you are not enough for Suki to fight alone."

Slughorn looked suddenly at Wei Shengling.

The black-haired girl, who was shorter than the other three boys, stretched out her hand and opened and closed it in greeting, with an unhurried and confident look on her young face.

Tiny.

So strong?

Slughorn was incredulous.

"I always feel that you are thinking about something very rude." Wei Shengling narrowed his eyes. "You are not thinking, how can I be so strong even though I am so short? - something like that, right?"

Slughorn sweatdropped.

"I just grow slowly," Wei Shengling was sure, because she was indeed like that, "and then I was taller than John!"

"Hey, hey, hey, I'll be one centimeter taller than you, okay?" Watson corrected.

"It's only one centimeter, it's easy to catch up," Wei Shengling said, "What's more, women look taller than men of the same height."

Slughorn watched this scene and found it absurd.

Is this the right time to discuss this? And they are so confident in what they say, could it be that they have taken an anti-aging drug?

The current situation is to discuss whether to recruit allies, whether Suu Kyi is strong enough to not need allies at all...

"She is so powerful that she doesn't need the help of a pure-blood family or any allies." Sherlock said. Slughorn held his forehead. Could this student read minds? He was always so scary.

"That's good," said Slughorn, though he did not quite believe it.

You said that a skinny 11-year-old girl could fight against a hundred people alone and overthrow the shadow of the entire wizarding world.

Is this some fairy tale?

Sherlock saw Slughorn's distrust, and Wei Shengling shook his head helplessly. On this day, no one believed him even if he told the truth.

"You can recruit allies on your own, but we will not be responsible for it," said Snape.

Bringing in allies was Slughorn's usual method, and it was also a way to put his mind at ease. Slughorn didn't say anything, but just started to chase the guests away. "I'll let you know if there's any new news next."

Watson shrugged, lamenting that Professor Slughorn was the typical example of someone who was disposable. Behind him came the old man's irritable voice, "John Watson, I'm not deaf, I can hear what you're saying!"

The ears are quite sensitive.

When they left the cellar, they inevitably ran into some Slytherin students. Unexpectedly, these students just watched them leave coldly, without whispering or showing any signs of fighting.

"Slytherin students are very good at judging the situation," Snape explained, "except for some idiots."

Every house has its share of dumb people, and Slytherin is no exception.

"There is the Halloween party at the end of October, and the Quidditch match at the beginning of November." Snape counted the fixed schedule of Hogwarts. "The record of those who stay in school for Christmas starts in the second week of December. Classes will be finished a week before Christmas, and the holiday will last until January, which is about two weeks."

"We can make some preparations during this time, such as finding a way to lock up Sius, and Severus can also prepare more potions." Wei Shengling suggested, "As for the matter of little Hangleton, we should deal with it tonight. I am always afraid that the night will be too long and dreams will arise."

The main reason is that the holiday is two months away and she is worried.

Fortunately, they went to Little Hangleton, although it was to grind Voldemort's father's ashes to another place, and then replace the ashes in the grave with milk powder.

"Hiss..." Thinking of this, Wei Shengling bent her index finger and scratched Sherlock's palm. "Sherlock," she asked.

"What do you think would happen if Voldemort used powdered milk to perform a resurrection spell?"

Sherlock knew what she was thinking immediately. He pulled her forward and said, "It will fail. Father's bones require the academy to build his bones to support the new body. There is no ashes in the milk powder."

Watson shuddered.

Milk powder and ashes...

Is this some kind of Sherlock Holmes joke?!

I don’t understand, but I feel cold.

"Severus," he turned to look at Snape, "give me a flaming fire."

Snape:?

The look he gave Watson was very strange, and it clearly said, "If you are ill, get treatment."

"That means the spell will fail... If it succeeds by accident, it will turn into a soft-bodied person with only the appearance but no bones to support it."

Wei Sheng Ling thought about Voldemort like that.

hiss.

It's quite amazing. I'd like to see it.

What kind of protagonist status is this, where humanity is completely defeated?

"The chance of this happening is very small, but it's not impossible. Wizards' magic is very subjective," Sherlock said. He was already used to the warmth of another person's palm. "If you want to see it, you can let Voldemort give it a try."

In Malfoy Manor, Voldemort sneezed suddenly. The Death Eaters around him looked at him with their eyes and noses, not daring to look here at all. Only Bella looked at Voldemort with concern, and the latter frowned. Could it be that someone was planning to plot against me?

Snape blinked and couldn't help but sneer.

Voldemort is lucky to have enemies like you.