From Azkaban To Hogwarts

"No, professor, it's only been less than a week since the school started, why is he here?"

In Professor McGonagall's office, William, who was called temporarily, asked in surprise.

Just a minute ago, Professor McGonagall announced a barely important news to him - the Minister of Magic was about to come to Hogwarts to see, and the relevant letter had been sent by the Minister's Office.

"Send money," Professor McGonagall glanced at William - this time, the security operation to meet the Minister was prepared to be more ornate, so as to facilitate more funding. Of course, this life was handled by the Self-Defense Office.

"During the summer vacation, the Ministry of Magic signed several large orders with the Magic Congress in the United States. Now the Ministry of Magic is rich, and you know that the Greenhouse for Herbs has been filing applications for a long time, but The school has been unable to move this money."

"I understand," William nodded. "People came here specially to send money. As for us, we have to receive them well and try to make the Ministry of Magic happy to send the money."

"Please maintain the necessary respect for the Minister of Magic, Professor William."

Professor McGonagall said serious words in a less serious tone, "Also, remember to urge Lupin and the others to submit the application form quickly, we are in a hurry to use..."

"No problem, Professor, I'll keep an eye out for them to spend more time on the report," William agreed - no doubt Professor McGonagall planned to take advantage of Minister Fudge's visit to send the money. , then he is welcome.

Speaking of which, he had also heard about the order, but he was not as far-sighted as Professor McGonagall.

For Fudge, it is not his political achievement to have money in the Ministry of Magic's hands.

The entire magic world is most likely to make political achievements. Where is the change that can satisfy most people?

Of course it's Hogwarts. .

Almost all the children of the British wizarding world come to school here. Minister Fudge came to the school and gave money to build a greenhouse for the school or improve the students' lives or the learning environment. No one will be disgusted by the headlines - there may be other places. Conspiracy theories exist, but not here.

'Sure enough, I'm a lot worse. ’

While William was thinking about how to arrange Lupin to support Minister Fudge, he was thinking about how to urge Lupin to write the report.

Professor Moody's side is okay, Lupin doesn't even dare to report any experiments - he doesn't even dare to report any prohibited raw materials. He doesn't look like a professor who studies how to deal with black magic.

"But then again, it's not always a good thing for a large order to fall into the hands of the Ministry of Magic, and the Ministry of Magic will be more and more happy to see the situation over there."

The current situation at the Magical Congress of the United States is becoming more and more tense. According to some of the latest gossip that William has obtained, there has been a serious labor shortage there recently. This is not good news, because it means that the latest batch of Graduates are not integrated into magical society.

Ilvermorny is basically a reference to Hogwarts, which means that their graduates are not at all twenty years old, the age when they are most attracted to things like black magic.

The students who have just graduated are the most receptive. If someone deliberately organizes them, and then imparts black magic, a combat-effective personal weapon will soon be formed.

"The rain is coming..."

William sighed.

He was almost more than sixty percent sure that the Dark Lord was hiding there, and he was ready to react with Dumbledore—but, even if he didn't report it, he knew the result.

Let's not say whether a guess can convince the Ministry of Magic - it is really useful, the Ministry of Magic will at most send a note to make them be careful, and they will not dare to send Aurors involved...

"Let's go to class with peace of mind, and improve the strength of the students and their own strength... By the way, take good care of the guys in Azkaban, and you must not give people to the Dark Lord for nothing."

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"finally…"

Slughorn took care of himself in the mirror, making sure everything was perfect. "It's finally mine."

He was still a little ashamed, because he forcibly squeezed Snape out of the senior year for his own little hobby - taking the lives of his own students was nothing to brag about.

However, he doesn't think it's a big problem - he took care of the talented Snape when he was a student, and later he even supported the student to be the dean of Slytherin, so he didn't break the law at all. It's just a little hobby, it's neither money grabbing nor power grabbing, it makes sense to put it anywhere.

Maybe it's a little too much to take all three victorious warriors at once, but Snape doesn't want to devote himself to the divination class...

"But Severus did a good job in the rest of the grades..."

As he spoke, he carefully brought out his treasures, preparing to give the students a slap in the face—although the Fuling Elixir was completely out of line in the fifth-grade class, but they were not allowed to experience the magical words of the potion. , who can completely trust a new professor at once?

He also plans to pull the students he missed before into his club!

"Forget about the compound decoction and the love potion—showing that to the fifth-grade students is definitely going to be talked about by Albus, I didn't intend to listen to his ramble, just the Fuling potion... Well, let's pretend like that. A small bottle, used to reward the best student, and take him into the bag."

He happily calculated, and then carefully sealed a bottle from the crucible, "I have to save it, I don't know which **** fried the ingredients of the Fuling agent so high..."

The key is that there is no market for the price - even if it is him, the relationship is only to get a material for the medicine, and recently there are many raw materials that are not available... Especially recently, because the magic agent in the United States has been fired. , making the material even more difficult to grab.

"Okay, get ready for class!"

The rest of the uncommon potions were already stored in the classroom, but it was better for him to bring such things as Fuling potions in person.

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"Harry, have you noticed that something is wrong with Hermione?"

On the way to the classroom, Ron whispered to Harry.

"There's one thing, she's so mysterious now that people don't know what she's doing..."

Harry is a little unsure - because this is the year of the OWLs, and according to the rest of the seniors in the lounge, a lot of people will actually get all sorts of weird fetishes this year.

"Hi! Harry!"

Just as Harry was about to explain to Ron, Angelina hurried over - she was Harry's new captain.

"Assemble on Saturday?"

"That's right, gathering on Saturday, by the way, we're going to find our new goalie and have a goalie selection," Angelina nodded. "Also, Professor McGonagall informed me that we might have a game."

"The game? The team isn't perfect yet!"

Harry exclaimed - there was only one goalkeeper, and if the goalkeeper was new, it would be a disastrous game.

"But the game doesn't wait, we don't have much time to waste, Harry."

Angelina nodded and left quickly.

Her appearance successfully interrupted the original conversation between the two, and Ron looked at the direction she left and began to ponder.

"You said, is it possible for me?"

"what?"

Harry was a little stunned, which caused Ron to blush.

"That is, is it possible for me to be a goalkeeper..."

His voice was dry, it didn't look like him at all, and he even looked around after speaking to make sure no one noticed them before continuing, "I told you, my mother rewarded me. A decent broomstick…”

He's actually been thinking about it since the summer vacation—because the varsity goalie Wood has retired, so he's replaced the reward of being a prefect with a broom that barely keeps up with the trend.

Originally, he wanted to hide it and not tell anyone, but the experience of being a prefect during this period made him not so good at hiding his little secrets, especially Harry's excellent performance during this period, so that he can also completely Unburdened to share some of his rather daring plans with Harry.

"Why don't you try it?" Harry asked happily, and for a moment they even forgot that it was the year of OWLs, "How is your skill?"

"Not bad," Ron breathed a sigh of relief. "Charlie, Fred and George always called me goalie when they practiced on vacation."

"Then go for it, Ron, I thought, why don't we go to the court to practice tonight, and I'll help you get a feel for it?"

"Of course." Ron laughed, then suddenly remembered something, "Keep it a secret, Harry, keep it a secret! I'm not going to let Fred and George know about it, because the store isn't open. Cheng, you've been laughing at me for being a prefect..."

Clearly—he got one thing wrong, it doesn't matter if he's being laughed at or being a prefect, he has only one sister, but the Weasleys have so many brothers that not being laughed at would make the twins think it's a serious waste of resources.

The two who had agreed with each other were in a very high mood at the moment, happily forgetting the previous topic, only Hermione was left to be worried-if there was a student with amazing talent in the potions class, she felt that she would I cried on the spot.

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"Good morning, students."

Slughorn tried his best to restrain his greedy gaze - during this time he had made it clear that the best student in this class was not Harry!

It is generally accepted that the best student is Miss Hermione Granger, not Harry Potter! But Harry's performance in winning the Triwizard Tournament even the students of Slytherin felt no problem!

This is a good thing!

He is not picky, as long as the students are excellent, the rest of the appearance, personality, and even blood don't matter!

After the students sat in the classroom together, he smiled and started his routine questioning.

"I've prepared a few potions for your eye-opener, of course, just out of interest—now, who can tell me what they are?"

As soon as this question was thrown, he saw the rumored scene among the professors, the know-it-all lady who can engrave textbooks in her head.

The student named Hermione Granger answered all the questions perfectly, and even recognized the Flux on the podium at a glance.

Her intelligence even reminded Slughorn of Lily—she was like that back then, even crushing Severus, whom he had always been optimistic about, in Potions class.

'If Harry had Severus' talent, it would be...perfect...'

He looked encouragingly at Harry under the podium, hoping that he would stand up and surprise himself.

But I don't know if that Miss Granger was better at answering, or something else, until after all the questions were asked, Gryffindor got a huge twenty points from him, Harry. Still didn't stand up.

'It's time to zoom in. ’

He's ready to use the ultimate move - no student can escape the temptation he brings, never.

"Fuling potion," he continued with Miss Granger's answer with a smile, "this is it. It is very complicated to prepare. If it is wrong, the consequences will be disastrous. However, if it is prepared correctly, it is like the All the same, you'll find that whatever you do will be successful...at least until the effect wears off."

…

"You know, too much of a good thing can be harmful... Too much dose, and it's very toxic. But if you take a little bit occasionally with caution and moderation..."

…

After a series of foreshadowing, he released the final temptation, "Well, I will be the prize for this class."

As his voice fell, the entire classroom fell silent, and every sound of bubbling and boiling around the potions seemed to be amplified tenfold.

"A small bottle of Flux," a small glass bottle with a cork, shown to the class by Slughorn, "can bring twelve hours of good luck. From dawn to dusk, you No matter what you do, you will be blessed."

"However, I have to remind you that the use of Fluoxin is prohibited in organized competitions...such as sports competitions, exams or elections. Therefore, those who get the prize can only be used on ordinary days. use it in...and wait to see how unusual that ordinary day turns out to be!"

He added - but now I'm afraid no one will be listening.

…

'Everything is right, but why is it like this? ’

Looking at the finished pot, Professor Slughorn asked himself - to his surprise, Harry didn't inherit his mother's talent for potions at all.

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In other words, inherited, but not fully inherited...

In short, the potion is not too bad, but it is not a star and a half from perfect.

The reward finally went to Miss Hermione Granger, and the student was really excited.

But Slughorn still had some regrets - after the student left, he checked Harry's potion over and over with dissatisfaction, as if he didn't want to admit that it was just the result.

"It's not that good, but it's not bad... Where is it?"

Perhaps because he was unwilling, perhaps because he couldn't believe it, he patiently checked it.

He even tasted the potion carefully and restored Harry's production process little by little.

Soon, he frowned, "Nonsense... I haven't laid a good foundation. What did he learn when he was a junior? Didn't anyone teach you the basics of potions?"

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