Hogwarts: Harley from The Witch Way

After seeing Harry, Professor Dumbledore greeted with a smile:

Harry, Hermione, are you here? Come and sit, everyone sits together today.

After all, there are only so many people in the castle now, and it would be too stupid to sit in different colleges.

The two sat down beside Professor Dumbledore, and Professor Dumbledore showed off his brand new sweater with a smile:

Harry, your craftsmanship is not bad! It must have taken a lot of effort.

No. Harry blushed a little, but she covered it up by lowering her head.

After a while, Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape also came.

Professor Snape also purposely put on the silver scarf he had just received, and he was unwilling to take it off even though it was very warm in the auditorium.

This scarf is beautiful, it fits your temperament very well. Malfoy said loudly, he was one of the few people in Slytherin who did not come home.

Professor Snape nodded and didn't speak, which was considered a response.

As the meal time approached, almost everyone in the castle had arrived. Most of the elective teachers who usually don't show up often came to this Christmas banquet.

It's a pity that Sybil didn't come. I was going to open a bottle of sherry. Dumbledore said with some regret.

The lunch was sumptuous, and Professor Dumbledore opened a few bottles of mead, although he did not open sherry.

Although Professor McGonagall stated that there were students present, Professor Dumbledore should not drink.

But he still insisted on drinking a glass, and poured another glass in the direction of the European continent.

The glass of wine quickly evaporated in the air and disappeared without a trace.

And Dumbledore didn't suppress the alcohol, and let the alcohol get on him, making the old man's face flushed with memories.

And Harry also took the opportunity to taste a little of this magically made mead. The taste is quite good, much better than the wine in the noble banquet.

So until Professor McGonagall found out, Harry almost drank the bottle of mead.

Harry! Professor McGonagall was a little angry.

However, considering that it was Christmas, she did not let out a lion's roar, but suppressed her voice and whispered:

You're only twelve years old! How can you drink alcohol!

Professor Snape sharply turned his eyes around, and after hearing what Professor McGonagall said, he turned his murderous eyes to Professor Dumbledore.

It's okay, Professor McGonagall. Harry felt a little drunk, after all, she didn't use magic to forcefully suppress the alcohol.

However, Harry's alcohol capacity has always been very good, and he never poured a thousand glasses at the banquet, which made the teeth of the nobles from all walks of life itch.

This bottle of mead was nothing to her.

The two first-year Hufflepuffs who hadn't left watched in awe as the senior sipped the mead and let out a cry of wonder.

Professor McGonagall saw that Harry was still conscious, and thinking that today was Christmas, he didn't say anything more.

After enjoying the sumptuous Christmas banquet, Harry decided to take a vacation for himself and go out to the castle for a stroll.

But before that, she had to speak a few words with Professor Snape.

Professor, Merry Christmas! Harry briskly ran to Professor Snape, with his hands behind his back,

Do you like the scarf I knitted for you?

Thank you very much, Harry. Professor Snape showed a rare smile on his face, shaking the scarf around his neck,

To be honest, this is much more precious than those potion ingredients that others gave me.

Hearing that Professor Snape liked her gift, the smile on Harry's face grew brighter:

Since you like it, professor, then I can rest assured. Next time I will knit a whole set of clothes for you.

Professor Snape's eyes showed a rare look of anticipation, and he nodded slightly, without saying anything.

As Harry and Hermione left the Great Hall, Harry thought to himself:

The Forbidden Flowers are probably stable, talk to the professor after a while, Professor Snape should provide me with a lot of Forbidden Flowers.

After all, the gift I gave him is very suitable for him, and no one has found the correct way to use this kind of flower in this world.

So it's just a rare and special material now, it's not expensive, and I can probably buy more of it.

With the Forbidden Flower that contains prohibited rules, it should be able to replace many materials.

Then I only need to find two more, no, those three materials, and then I can recover Sequence Five.

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After giving herself a break on Christmas Day, Harry spent the next few days researching information about the School of Wizardry Potions Tournament.

According to the statement on the parchment and the information Harry found in the book, the Magic School Potions Tournament is jointly organized by eleven magic schools around the world and the International Federation of Wizards.

There are two rounds in the tournament, or two plus one.

In the first round, the official will give designated potions and provide corresponding materials.

Each participating magic school can send two contestants to brew this kind of potion.

Finally, the referees will score, and the ten with the highest scores can advance to the next round.

The next round is equivalent to two games.

Because the contestants have to enter a magic garden full of potion materials, and search for the materials they need within the specified time.

This is a test in itself, especially since there are no magical animals in the magic garden, and the environment in different locations is also different.

Many potions that require a certain part of a magical animal to be brewed cannot be made, and the environment in which the material lives must be considered when looking for materials.

Players must fully consider these factors and find materials as quickly as possible.

After all, the faster you can find the materials, the longer you can save yourself in brewing the potion.

After finding the materials, the players need to use the materials they found to brew a potion.

The judges will give the final score based on the comprehensive consideration of the difficulty and quality of the potion and announce the champion.

The referees of the competition are generally well-known potion masters in the world, so there is no need to worry about the fairness of the referees.

These potion masters would not ruin their own reputation just to support their apprentice and give him a false name.

For potions masters who can live a long time, reputation is more important than anything else.

What's more, even if he forcibly gives his apprentice the title of champion, the onlookers are not fools.

Strange, don't these potion masters rarely show up? I've never seen their information in the newspapers.

How could they be willing to serve as referees?

While Harry was lying on the bed reading, Hermione was watching from the sidelines.

She had always known that Harry had correspondence with those potions masters, and had carefully read those letters that she could understand.

And Professor Snape was going to take Harry to participate in the Potions Championship of the School of Magic, and Harry did not hide Hermione.

To meet potential juniors. Harry's fingertips lightly slid across the pages of a book, looking at the names recorded on it.

These names that can be recorded in books are all well-known potion masters in the circle of magic masters, and most of them have served as referees for this competition.

Looking at the records in the book, many masters have a certain tendency to study potions.

They must have potions they are not good at making.

And at this time, getting to know more potential juniors or friends at the same level may play a key role in the future.

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(Thanks to Nine-Tailed Yanhu for the reward!)