Chapter 348 Anna Is Here

The headmaster goes to the International Confederation of Wizards for meetings, the vice-headmaster sits at the school, it happens in every school. At such a special moment, the European interschool Quidditch league, which should have been particularly grand, seemed to have become ordinary.

In fact, in Anton's eyes, this is just an ordinary ball game.

It's not worth mobilizing people.

Both Beauxbatons and Durmstrang were led by professors, and Hogwarts also arranged for a professor to take charge - Snape.

For someone like Snape, it would be a dream to ask him to hold a welcome ceremony.

Being able to wait at the school gate is already the utmost etiquette.

These were originally none of Anton's business. He had a lot of things to do, so he didn't bother to care about them. It's a pity that Lao Si regarded him as a handyman not once or twice.

Anton looked at the sky and the ground helplessly, "It's almost dark, and they haven't come yet, it's too impolite, let's go back."

Professor Snape lightly clasped his hands together in front of him, stared straight ahead expressionlessly, and didn't bother to pay attention to him at all.

There was no other way, Anton had no choice but to find a rock and sit down, followed by a daze.

I have seen many plots of the Triwizard Tournament in my previous life, and I was more or less impressed that Beauxbaton's travel vehicle was a huge carriage, and the chariot horse was responsible for pulling the cart.

Each rune horse is as big as an elephant, and belongs to the magical animal branch of 'Pegasus' like thestrals.

Durmstrang, on the other hand, is an underwater ship that emerges from the Black Lake.

But, no one knows whether such a high standard will be used when traveling without the principal's company.

really.

Fireworks suddenly bloomed in the sky, and a group of people descended from the sky on broomsticks, wearing light blue silk wizard robes, looking extraordinarily elegant.

A professor, leading a Quidditch-standard team of seven, plus a pony carrying a treasure chest, went into battle lightly.

The chest bears a coat of arms (two golden crossed wands with three stars emerging from each), apparently the emblem of Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

"Professor Snape, hello."

"Professor Harris, hello."

Everyone smiled politely without losing their distance, said hello, and waited for Durmstrang's arrival together.

After Christmas, Hogwarts completely entered the icy winter weather, and the snowflakes fluttered down, turning everything into a vast expanse of whiteness.

"Professor Snape, what do you think about the 'Muggle Werewolf Potion' that is making a lot of noise in the world?" The professor of Beauxbatons was a grizzled old man with a smile on his face. It's close, but it's provocative.

In fact, if I took the initiative to bring up such a topic, I was afraid that I would really provoke trouble.

Snape looked at him indifferently, grinned at the corner of his mouth, indicating that he had a friendly smile, "I've never heard of the 'Muggle Werewolf Potion', only 'Werewolf Experience Candy', which is used for It is very groundbreaking for wizards to experience werewolf potions."

"Oh~ this is no ordinary potion!" Professor Harris chuckled, "This is a potion that Muggles can use!"

Snape sneered.

"There will always be some uninformed people who think that potions are only for wizards."

Facing Professor Harris' angry eyes, he smiled slightly, "Love Potion, Bone Spirit, Veritaserum, Curse Potion for Facial Pimples, Lucky Potion..."

Lao Si said the names of dozens of potions in one breath, and finally put his hands behind his back indifferently, "There are too many, too many. For potions, the boundary between Muggles and wizards is not so obvious."

"Are you right, Professor Harris, after all, you are also an expert in potions."

Professor Harris didn't answer him, but just looked at Anton behind Snape, thoughtfully, "Professor Snape seems to be too protective of this student, I even feel..."

"Is this potion researched by you? In the name of a student..."

"I did that!" The little wizard behind Snape jumped out, his face flushed, and he looked at him angrily, "Professor Snape is a very powerful master of potions, yes, but it doesn't mean that No one else can produce results!"

Anton's inner sank slightly, wool, did this matter have such a big impact?

The best way he can do now is not to let this matter affect Dumbledore and Snape, so that they can help themselves, otherwise everyone will be dragged into the water together, and then they don't know who pulls whom up.

The corner of Professor Harris' mouth slightly tickled, "Really? It seems that you are the 'Anthony Weasley' that everyone has been talking about recently, the kid who developed the werewolf transformation potion for Muggles."

Anton couldn't hold back anymore.

He didn't bother to pretend to be a simple child, and his face was pulled down, which was worse than Snape's expression.

The kid who researched werewolf transformation potions for Muggles?

Translation translation, what is research for Muggles?

So, now Dumbledore is suffering from these things outside?

No wonder Fudge dared to ask the Aurors to form such a large team to attack Hogwarts school, feeling that the whole wizarding society had already made a fuss because of this.

Anton quickly recalled what Lao Deng said before leaving school, and then he realized why he wanted to publish the research as soon as possible.

It's just that this way of proving his innocence made him very unhappy, especially unhappy.

The little wizard raised his head arrogantly, and looked at the old man with his nostrils, with the expression that I have researched a peerless potion, I am a person who has a better mouth than Snape, and you are a dick, "Research for Muggles ? The layout is small~"

“The layout is too small~”

"With your level, it's hard for me to explain clearly to you."

Anton sighed and raised his head, looking like a rare confidant in life, lonely as snow.

Now, the old man couldn't hold back any longer, his face flushed red, and he pointed at himself tremblingly, "Do you know who I am? How dare you talk to the professor like that!"

"Professor Snape!"

He looked a little annoyed, "Are all your Hogwarts students like this?"

At Beauxbaton School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, no student dared to talk to the professor like this!

At this moment, the ice layer on the surface of the Black Lake cracked, and huge water splashes swept around, as if a huge monster crawled out of the lake.

It is a black mast.

Then came the sail rigging.

Soon, a large looking boat surfaced and swayed slightly on the lake.

On the deck, a girl in a gold velvet dress stood shyly at the front, wearing a cloak made of animal fur. Her dark blue eyes inspected it, met Anton's gaze, and grinned .

"Anna!"

Anton waved his hands excitedly.

poof~

Iron anchors were thrown into shallow water, and planks were strung up on the shore.

Anna walked over on the wooden board first, the silver fur on the loose cloak shone in the moonlight, her little face was full of smiles, and her eyes were full of brilliance, "Anton."

Oh~ This elegant soft girl has grown a lot taller, Anton laughed loudly, rubbed her little head, "It's grown a lot taller."

"Hee hee~" Anna just looked up at him and giggled.

Seeing his family was in a particularly good mood, and Anton simply paid no attention to the eccentric old man, "Tomorrow I will take you to see my cabin, where Lupine and Fiennes are also here."

"Um."

There is another chapter tonight. Amount, about codeword speed. . How to put it, the weather is too hot, too hot, the whole person has become extremely irritable, and has been continuously updating code words 3~4 times a day for more than two months, without stopping for a day, plus three days at a time If you stay up late, you will feel a little tired. Sorry, sorry, trying to adjust.