【Swallow Snake】An Illegal Love Story

Another bad workout.

A training that was far worse than the last time Feiyan asked to release five snitches in one go - this time Feiyan directly asked the Holy Fire Order to give him eight golden snitches.The most terrible thing is that the Holy Fire Order actually agreed (maybe he didn't expect the consequences), and the eight golden snitches were released in one breath, flying all over the field, buzzing and flapping their little wings, rampant and flexible Changeable, like golden bullets running around in the field, causing the team's mentality to collapse for a while. They not only have to dodge the Bludger, but also dodge the Golden Snitch and the largest high-speed bullet with an extremely unstable trajectory—— Yan.

"I think Feiyan is diving like a fighter jet," said Vajra, a fourth-year Muggle half-Hufflepuff, excitedly swooping down to catch a Snitch flopping low in the sky. He was gesticulating with his stick: "I saw it when I was watching TV before, it was exactly the same! You may not know when he just passed by me! The wind brought me almost knocked me off the broom!"

"Oh, I'm sorry we know," Qing Guangjian said, throwing and catching the Quaffle with a gloomy face, his tone as if he had taken gunpowder: "He almost knocked me off the broom just now , just when he imitated what you said about the fighting pole."

"It's not a fighting pole, it's a fighter jet," said the Vajra, "it's just——airplane, do you understand the airplane?"

"Hmm... I'm sorry to interrupt your conversation, but I don't think Qing Guang, who has never been to the Muggle world, will understand whether it is a fighter jet or something else, and neither do I." The interested seventh grade Chaser Qiu Shuijian stepped in, rubbing his chin and smiling: "But I would like to hear more about it."

The holy fire order blinked: "I am also very embarrassed to interrupt your conversation. Although I am also interested in airplanes, I think it is obviously not the time to talk about this topic. Guys, for the one above— —" He pointed to Feiyan flying in the air like a gust of wind: "Do you have any good suggestions?"

His question was stopped by Qiu Shuijian with a light sentence. The seventh-grade Chaser said to him with a smile on his face: "If the captain does not agree to the request of the Seeker," he specially emphasized the "captain" Two words: "I don't think we're going to have any headaches about this right now."

"Honestly speaking, if you don't stop him," Qi Mei stick said looking at Feiyan flying fast in the sky, "then our training will be meaningless—we were not required to avoid our Seekers in the game but Do not cooperate with him."

As he said this, the hitter over there, the second-year dragon bone Hanxing, was raising his thin little arm, swinging a stick to flick a rampaging Bludger away, and the bounced Bludger ping Bang Bang hit at least three snitches.The snitches seemed to have been hit hard, and they all flew around in a daze, flapping their little wings feebly.At the same time, there was a sound of "swish" - Feiyan turned over to avoid a Bludger, caught a snitch and let go.

Shenghuoling took a deep breath, licked his lips, and followed the snitches to Feiyan: "Okay, I understand... this is really not good." He drove his broom, Dodging the rampant Bludger and flying Snitch, he said to himself: "I think I need to have a good talk with him... It is the captain's responsibility to care about the players."

Fortunately, today's Feiyan still has a certain sense of reason-his brain is not filled with golden snitches.He nods nonchalantly after 3 minutes of talking with Torch, and starts catching the Snitch again, this time putting away the little ones he catches.It's just that catching so many snitches by one person is really a big project. The whole team joined in. They worked hard for almost an hour before catching all those restless little guys.

"Fine," Qing Guangjian said deadpan as he packed a bag of Snitches into the crate, "We can all be Seekers next time - it's far better than letting some crazy guy I want to..." Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the torch order, and Hufflepuff, who was in the seventh grade, had a gentle smile like a spring breeze on his face again: "Okay, my little cats—"

The team members who were still causing disharmony in the team a second ago almost said in unison: "Who is your little cat?!"

"..." The smile on the face of the captain of the Hufflepuff Academy froze for an instant, but he managed to cover it up well: "Anyway, we only have one hour left now, let's intensify our training!"

When the training ended at seven o'clock, everyone was too tired to talk, and they dragged their heavy feet towards the locker room.They changed back into their robes in silence, threw their training clothes into the hamper (a house-elf would wash them and send them back), and trimmed and cleaned broomsticks.

"Everyone has worked hard," said the Holy Fire Order, "Hurry up and eat! You can think about our strategic layout before going to bed at night. I wish you all a sweet dream."

The team members left the locker room one by one without raising their eyelids, and still only Qiushui, Qimei stick and Vajra pestle waved back to him.Feiyan was the last one to walk, but she was stopped by the holy fire order just as she turned around.

"Feiyan." Sheng Huo Ling waved his magic wand and directed the mop to clean the dirt-stained floor, then turned his head and smiled at him: "I want to talk to you alone—may I trouble you to close the door?"

Feiyan took back her steps, and when she turned around, he stretched out his hand to close the door.The sixth grade Hufflepuff still looked calm: "What's the matter?"

"Wait a minute," said the Holy Fire Order, and he waved a white cloth over the laundry basket with a wave of his wand, conjured a ribbon on the tip of his wand, and spelled "Thank you" on the white cloth. He smiled and turned around, facing Feiyan, his smile was very sincere, as if he was trying to make himself look like a caring elder: "Feiyan, have you encountered any problems recently? For example... ...Well, which girl has a feeling of heartbeat? Or is she not feeling well? If you don't mind, you can tell me, and I can help you relieve your worries."

Feiyan leaned against the door frame and replied coldly: "...I don't."

The Holy Fire Commander stared at him for a long time, and finally shrugged his shoulders: "Okay... even if you don't have it. Then if you really don't want to tell me, you can consider looking for the True Martial Academy of Gryffindor long."

"..."

He carefully considered the words: "I mean, Dean Zhenwu is a good school doctor. He has worked in St. Mungo's Hospital. I believe that no matter whether it is physical or psychological problems, he can solve the problem." Got very good help."

But the sixth-grade Hufflepuff obviously didn't think the conversation was very friendly. He had no expression on his face, and could even say three words with a cold attitude: "No need."

Without waiting for their captain to say anything, he simply turned around and slammed the door and walked out.

This time back to the castle Feiyan walked fast, faster than ever before.He passed the lobby, and the smell of food wafted from the door, but he felt his stomach tightened and he didn't have any appetite at all.So he walked without stopping, passing through the corridors and stairs, but he didn't know where he was going, wasting his time wandering around in the castle.

A mess in his heart, a mess piled up in his mind, made him upset.This annoyance can only be relieved when he catches the Snitch at high altitude with all his strength—flying high in the sky, with the swift wind blowing by his side, the coolness of the Golden Snitch in his hand seems to be able to instantly dispel all his restlessness and anxiety for a while. Freeze it.

He knew today's training had been abysmal - even though he caught all the snitches.But still sucks.Worse than the bad training was that everyone seemed to have noticed something was wrong with him, and the Holy Fire Order even asked him directly.And there was nothing he could do about it.Fortunately for him, his prefects will have a prefect meeting tonight and will not come to see his training.

He felt that he still couldn't find a way to get along.

Counting today, this is already the fourth day since he made up his mind to make an antidote, but the progress on this is still zero.

Making a cure is far more difficult than making a potion - something the professor emphasized in the first potions class in sixth grade.Feiyan knew very well that her ability was far from being able to easily make a love potion antidote, otherwise his love potion would not go wrong.Although he has been following his prefect and has learned a lot from him.But talent is something that is innate.

He is not as good as his spirit snake prefect, he can't make an antidote.He knew very well that he needed someone who could do this to help him—just this person, who should he turn to?

Who would be capable enough to keep his mouth shut and protect the reputation of his family's prefect?

Suddenly I heard someone talking in front of me, the voice was not loud: "It must be confiscated, private brewing of potions is not allowed in the school - haven't you read the school rules?"

Feiyan suddenly raised her head, only to realize that she had already reached the entrance of the school hospital before she knew it.Not far away was Gryffindor's Gentleman Sword, the newly appointed President of the Boys' Union.At this moment, he was holding a cauldron with a hole in it, frowning and teaching a junior female student: "The place where the potion splashes must be dealt with immediately, you'd better go in quickly."

Feiyan glanced at the girl - her entire arm was red and swollen as if she had been scalded, and even had a small black bump.While sobbing, the girl asked Jun Zijian what punishment she would receive.The latter carefully took her arm that was not splashed by the potion and took it to the school infirmary: "Leave this alone, Principal Zhenwu will take care of it—including your arm."

Gryffindor saw Feiyan on the way, and he nodded at Feiyan hastily, showing a forced smile: "Excuse me, can you open the door for me?"

Little effort.But before Feiyan's hand touched the doorknob, the door was pushed open.Standing behind the door was Jin Lingsuo, a Slytherin student who had shown his talent in medicine in the first year, and was brought under the door by Dean Zhenwu, who was permanently stationed in the school hospital.He was looking at the three people outside the door displeasedly, with a cold expression.

"This is the school infirmary, not the lobby. Can you keep your voice down? You can be heard through the door." said the third-year Slytherin, noticing the Gryffindor head boy, and pulling the door wider , frowning and looking at the crucible in Junzi's sword hand: "Another person who secretly made a love potion?"

The Gryffindor boy obviously didn't react: "What, what—?" Compared to his Feiyan's reaction, it was obvious—the eyes hidden behind the black veil widened.

"It seems not." Jin Lingsuo said, he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief and said softly: "If there is another one, I will really quit... Come in quickly, what's wrong with her?"

"Making potions privately..." Jun Zijian said, he placed the girl on the edge of a bed, and put her hands on the edge of the table, "I don't know exactly what happened, I just came from over there. When the girl passed by the bathroom, she smelled a burning smell and heard her crying, and when she went in, she saw her cauldron explode, and the potion splashed all over her arms."

Jin Lingsuo nodded, leaned over to check the girl's arm, and he quickly came to a conclusion: "...the Potion of Living Hell, which I only learned in sixth grade, obviously failed." He took out a bottle and a stack of gauze from the inside, poured the medicine in the bottle on the gauze, covered the girl's arm, and said coldly: "I can't deal with this, it can only relieve the symptoms. Unfortunately, Doctor Zhenwu is now No, you have to wait a while."

"What will happen?" the girl asked him, sobbing, "Is something going to happen to my arm?"

"How would I know?" Jin Lingsuo said impatiently. The third-year Slytherin rolled his eyes, turned his head to look at Jun Zijian and Fei Yan who followed him, and politely gave the order to evict: "If Please go out if you have nothing to do, this is the school hospital."

Feiyan took one last look at him, went out together with Junzijian and closed the door behind him.

Jin Lingsuo frowned, suddenly having a bad feeling.

Jin Lingsuo's hunch was accurate.

At nine o'clock in the evening, after examining the last patient, he politely greeted the Zhenwu school doctor in the office, and then left the school hospital with his textbooks and homework in his arms.He had just turned a corner when he was stopped.

If it wasn't for the heavy weight in his arms and the pain from the spine of the book pressing on his arm to remind him, Jin Lingsuo would think that the following conversation was all a dream:

"Do you know how to make the antidote to the Love Potion?" the sixth-year Hufflepuff asked him, with a glimmer of hope in his eyes hidden behind a black veil blindfold, "or do you know how to make the antidote to the Love Potion? "

"...I don't think I understand you," he replied.

"It means I need you to help me make an antidote to a love potion... an antidote to a failed love potion."

"With all due respect, Senior Feiyan." He called out the person's name, and said in an unceremonious tone, "Did you get hit in the brain by a confusion spell?" There were too many and heavy books in his arms, and There was a precarious book about to fall out of it, but Feiyan caught it.The third-year Slytherin frowned and said "thank you", tightened his arms again and hugged the book tightly, his bright golden eyes seemed to be looking at a mindless troll: "You actually asked a third-year to study the love potion?" antidote?"

"Those students who took the love potion were sent to the school hospital," Fei Yan said, "You know how to deal with it."

"I don't know, I'm just coaxing them to drink the tranquilizing potion and sleep well, don't act like a life-and-death parting." The boy frowned even more, impatiently but still trying to keep calm, trying to speak clearly to Feiyan , "If the people around you also have such problems, you can also consider going to the school hospital, where you can get all the help you need-no need to trouble me for help."

"But this time I can't." Feiyan said bluntly, "If it was the school hospital, you would have more troubles and more people would be affected."

Jin Lingsuo stared at him, his clear eyes seemed to want to see through him, the third-year Slytherin seemed to have thought of something at last, and his pupils shrank slightly.He took a deep breath and compromised: "Okay... I need the formula of "Advanced Potions" and the failed love potion."

This time it was Feiyan's turn to be stunned: "...you agreed?"

"I don't like trouble," Jin Lingsuo said, and he rolled his beautiful eyes again: "The trouble related to you can only be that prefect—I don't like this trouble even more. When will the book arrive? "

"It will take three days to buy it now, so I'll give you my book first," Feiyan said, speaking quickly: "If you need anything, please let me know as soon as possible."

"Okay." The third-year Slytherin said, "but you have to make follow-up preparations—some medicinal materials are not accessible to our students. I am only responsible for researching how to make them. You provide the medicinal materials."

"No problem." He said, "I'll trouble you this time."

"...I hope this is the last time. Your troubles are too expensive, and I can't bear them." Jin Lingsuo said coldly, obviously he didn't want to stay any longer, and after nodding curtly, he hugged her tightly again The book hurried away from Feiyan's side.

He watched the third-year Slytherin leave, and suddenly felt a stone fall from the bottom of his heart—it just hit his heart, and it hurt a little.

【TBC.】