Chapter 541 Poor Neville

Unless you count Neville melting his sixth cauldron in potion as a big deal, the next two days were pretty uneventful.

What is worth mentioning is only Neville's tragic experience, although no one can save him from such a thing.

Professor Snape's desire for revenge seemed to have reached a new level over the course of the summer.

When Neville melted the sixth cauldron, the sarcasm was bordering on vitriolic.

Of course, Professor Snape detained Neville from classroom labor, which was a common occurrence.

Worst of all, Professor Snape had Neville disembowel a bucket full of horned toads, causing him to come back with a near-mental breakdown.

On that dark night, of course, it was just for Neville, facing a lot of horned toads, it was really stomach-turning.

Neville seemed to be in a bad state. It was almost ten o'clock in the evening when he stumbled in from outside the lounge, looking like he had just vomited.

"What's the matter, Neville?" Fan Lin asked. He saw Neville sitting on the sofa with a pale face, and his nails were still...

"More than six hours..." Neville's voice was a little bitter, and it seemed like he...

"You finished those..."

"Toads, damn, they were in that basement for more than six hours. He asked me to disembowel these toads and I vomited them out. Those things were so disgusting."

Neville had a look of despair on his face, it seemed like his pet toad was about to retire with such honor.

The title of genocide.

"I suggest you clean your hands carefully," Fanlin said. He could tell that the toad's entrails were still stuck in Neville's nails.

"The blood of these toads is corrosive, and your hands are a little green." Fan Lin touched his nose. He could do nothing but express sympathy for Neville's experience.

Professor Snape has banned Fan Lin from setting foot in his office because of Sirius. Now he is treated the same as Harry...

"Do you know why Snape is so grumpy?" Ron asked Harry as they watched Hermione teach Neville a cleaning spell to remove the intestines of a frog under his fingernails.

"I know," said Harry. "Because of Moody."

It was known that Snape did want to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts, but his fourth year competition failed. Snape had always hated their previous Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher and showed his disgust, but he seemed surprising His hatred of the Eye was carefully concealed, and indeed, whenever Harry saw the two of them together - at meals, or when they met in the corridors - it was obvious to him that Snape was trying to avoid the Dark Eye. Di's eyes, whether they are normal eyes or magic eyes.

"I think Snape was a little scared, you know," Harry mused.

"Imagine if Moody turned Snape into a horned toad."

"Then we'll throw him around in the dungeon..."

Ron said without thinking.

"This is a very challenging task, and I think you can work hard for it and wait for the day when you can turn Professor Snape into whatever you want."

But Ron seems to be very motivated.

Could it be that Fan Lin persuaded him?

this is too scary.

However, I have to admit that after Ron saw Moody turn Malfoy into a ferret and then use the wand to control Malfoy's reciprocating movement between mid-air, the ground, and Carat's underwear, Ron was En really put a lot of effort into the transformation technique.

With some effort, he can transform his owl into an equal-volume cup with wings and then feathers.

It seems that Ron is still a long way from achieving the ultimate in Transfiguration.

"You don't really want to do this..." Fan Lin wanted to turn his eyes back to his spell book several times, but the more he did this, the more he wanted to ask Ron.

"Why not?" Ron replied.

"Don't have such wishful thinking. Snape is not as weak as Malfoy. He can be transformed so easily. This requires you to have a high level of transfiguration skills and sufficient magic power."

"Fan Lin can do it, he has plenty of magic power." Ron said without thinking, "It looks like I can do it too."

Ron began to fantasize, "Refining Transfiguration, completing the Animagus, and then turning Snape into a horned toad. This is simply the pinnacle of life."

Harry was a little speechless. He said politely, "Then you will represent Hogwarts in the Three Wizards Tournament and easily defeat the representatives of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang."

"Plus the Quidditch World Cup, I've always wanted that," Ron said.

This idea seems to be very consistent with his style.

"Do you think this could be true?" Ron suddenly asked.

Everyone was speechless for a while.

"Maybe... maybe... maybe..." Neville said timidly.

"That's right!" Ron looked very happy and patted Neville on the shoulder.

"It starts with the Three Witches Fighting Competition."

"Of course, if you can participate." Hermione said politely.

"Fred and George are already thinking of ways." Ron said.

"Do you really think the two of them can find any way to break through Dumbledore's magical age limit?"

"The aging potion is good, it can reach the age of seventeen early." Harry said in a confused manner.

"That thing doesn't work," Fan Lin said. "It's just physical aging. Time is still your own. However, I can give you some permanent fixed-line potions to experience adulthood in advance..."

"How will you know if you don't try," Ron said, "Besides, what the hell is a permanent landline?"

"After you drink it, this potion will cause your body to age permanently."

"Forget it, I don't think I need it yet." Ron shook his head.

"I think you need it," Hermione said, "if I could ripen that brain of yours."

"Ripening?" Ron said loudly, "Do you think my head is a potato?"

"No, it's a tomato," Hermione said.

Ron's face turned red, and it looked very interesting.

"The description is very apt." Harry nodded, as if taking a good look at Ron's head, "It's simply perfect."

Everyone laughed, except Ron.

Even Neville laughed without hesitation, as if those bad toads had been driven out of his head.

Of course, if he sees his pet... (To be continued)