Chapter 100 Snake Blood

　　 "The strongest...the strongest..." The Slytherin players were all excited by Flint's remarks. They liked this strongest tactic.

　　 "The only thing Gryffindor needs to worry about is Harry Potter, he is indeed a good seeker." Flint said seriously, but then he laughed again and pointed his hand at Malfoy.

　　 "The best seeker right now is me." Malfoy yelled, and the broom under his feet suddenly accelerated, making difficult changes in the air.

　　 The only advantage of the Gryffindor team over other teams is that they have a smooth 2000 and can catch Harry the Golden Snitch. But now that Harry met him, Slytherin would be a mountain that Gryffindor could not surpass. "

　　The Slytherin team members uttered bursts of confident shouts.

　　 Gore and Crabbe were motionless, looking down at their toes, as if they had a nice flower on their shoes.

　　Of course, there are no flowers on their shoes, but there are flowers on the carpet, gold and silver bordered lines, and zigzag lines. Gore looked forward quietly along the lines, a dark and invisible body sitting on a stool. A gloomy cold and deep cold entangled his body following Gore's sight. He shivered with a sharp spirit, and immediately looked away.

　　 The small room looks extremely depressing, and the layout of the room has changed drastically from last year. Gore still remembers that last year, there were still a few pictures of famous wizards in Slytherin history on the wall. They were once Malfoy's role models, but now they are completely empty.

　　 The wall and the ground have the same pattern, with twists and turns, and the pattern of gold and silver borders, extending from the doorway to the back wall.

　　 When Gore just opened the door, he almost thought he had stepped into the Demon King’s lair. It was obviously less than twenty square meters of space, but it made him feel unfathomable.

　　 It wasn't until he saw Malfoy in the room that he stepped into the house like he found the backbone, but he regretted it when he came in. At this time, Malfoy was completely different from what it was during the day, and it was even more drastically changed compared to last year.

　　 Gore said silently in his heart, "Ever since he was scared into the hospital in the Forbidden Forest last year, Malfoy has become more and more scary."

　　 Gore didn't like Malfoy like this very much. He even wanted to change the owner. How easy it was to deal with Malfoy before. Just stand beside him, "hehe!" smiled twice, helping him scare his classmates. He completed his task easily, can get snacks, get benefits, and scare people under Malfoy's name.

　　 But now Malfoy is not as easy to fool as before. He wants too many to die, and there are good things that I don't want to take him and Crabbe. Every time they ask them for news, they have to ask again and again. Once he does not meet his requirements, he will scold him at the slightest level, and cast a curse at the worst.

　　 Even if all he lost was a restraint curse, the feeling of being tightly bound all over his body was a bit uncomfortable.

　　 "After the Forbidden Forest last year, Malfoy was completely changed. He was like being possessed by a demon in the Forbidden Forest." When he thought of this, Gore's heart trembled. Don't be so! He couldn't even dare to think about changing masters now, just thinking about being able to deal with Malfoy's errands, and couldn't help crying inwardly, now he was really on the thief ship.

　　 Crabbe did not have as many thoughts as Gore in his mind. His head was not small, but his pretense was all about eating. Every time he and Gore were arranged by Malfoy to inquire about Gryffindor, he would easily get some cakes in Gryffindor. He can always find hidden food in inconspicuous, invisible places.

　　 Just like now, he saw a goblet on the small table beside Malfoy who was sitting cross-legged, and it was filled with a bright red viscous liquid.

Crabbe quietly pads his toes and flips through his memories, wondering what it is delicious, "Red wine? No, red wine is not so sticky. Freshly squeezed fruit juice is a bit like grape juice and tomato juice. It's like so sticky."

　　 But he quickly overturned this judgment, "There is no pulp in the liquid, it's just pure liquid. What is it?"

　　 Crabbe scratched his head, but didn't know what he was eating. This is unbearable for a foodie. Suddenly, his eyes lit up. In his years of history in the food industry, there were few things he hadn't eaten.

　　Whether it's a mouse or a bug, as long as it's well prepared, he won't mind. Some foods that are very special in the eyes of others are not special to him.

　　 "It's snake blood!" Crabbe's eyes flickered, and he recognized it. He remembered his mother had made snake soup for him. It is really a wonderfully delicious taste. The scent of the snake soup when it was boiling made him salivate and drool.

　　 He still remembers the scene at that time. The snake soup needed to be boiled for a long time. He couldn't bear to stay in the kitchen and search around. He wanted to find other food to comfort his stomach. Then he saw a bowl of remaining, red liquid. He doesn't care about three or seven twenty-one, he only remembers the food in the kitchen, and all the bowls are for food.

　　 That's not a delicious thing~lightnovelpub.net~ and it's not terrible either, Crabbe smashed it. Snake blood was very fishy, ​​very fishy, ​​it was a taste he had never tasted before. But after the strong smell, there is another special sweetness, which is still memorable in retrospect.

"But simple snake blood is not delicious. After it is boiled into a coagulated blood clot, it is more suitable for making all kinds of food." Recognizing the food in the glass, Crabbe instantly became a great food wizard. The twelve ways to eat snake blood began to be recalled constantly in his mind.

　　 Malfoy finally stopped his meditation amidst Gore's and Crabbe's fantasies. He didn't immediately turn his eyes to the two attendants in front of him, but turned his head and looked at the snake blood in the goblet.

"Sure enough, as I thought, the more snake blood that fits the characteristics of meditation, the more it fits the practice of meditation." Malfoy secretly compared the effects of using different items to assist in meditation, considering which method can be used. To get the best results, "Unfortunately, without the blood of the basilisk, this powerful creature is too rare."

　　 There was a trace of regret on his pale face, "I will try mixed snake blood next time."

　　 Malfoy knew why his father would join the Death Eaters after graduation. Although he never asked his father, his father never told him. But he just knew that this was something that Malfoy should know and understand naturally.

　　 He can see Harry, see Weasley, see Granger's fate. He knows the fate of Gore, Crabbe better. He doesn't have the ability to predict, which is an area that the most powerful wizards can't get involved. But Malfoy doesn’t need these, he can see the fate of others~lightnovelpub.net~Book friends are welcome to visit and read. The latest, fastest and hottest serial works are all on ~lightnovelpub.net~Mobile Users please go to read.