I, Hogwarts Second Week

Hermione glared at Harry.

She returned to her seat in silence.

Harry lowered his head, poured the bright pink poison into the crucible, and lit the fire.

Hermione was right. He had read the old "Advanced Potion Making" of the Half-Blood Prince many times. Compared with the young wizards of other colleges, Hermione had to stay in the common room for several days to organize the notes on it, so he had more time to contact the original.

Harry was sure.

There was a chapter about Gorbarot's Third Law, and the prince did not leave any annotations.

The reason for no annotations was simple, because Gorbarot's Third Law was not a certain potion formula, but a theory.

You have to first identify all the components of the poison and separate them, then find the corresponding antidote, and then prepare a complete antidote according to the volume of each poison component.

This is the potion theory that tests a therapist's basic skills the most.

It requires solid knowledge of potions and herbology, as well as meticulousness and patience.

Just like Hermione.

She raised her wand and waved it vigorously above the crucible.

No spells were needed.

She had already mastered the technique of silent spells.

As Hermione's spell took effect silently, the brightly colored poison in the crucible in front of her immediately became turbid, and the potion was divided into more than a dozen different streams, floating out of the crucible and poured into the small crystal bottle next to it.

This is the first step in making an antidote, separating the poison components.

Harry didn't even need to exclaim when he saw this scene, because it was an easy thing for Hermione.

And he

To be honest, he didn't know what to do after lighting the crucible.

At this moment, Harry suddenly heard Ernie behind him, whispering "Reveal the true form!" to his crucible.

He immediately followed suit.

At least he had to find something to do.

Otherwise it would be too embarrassing.

But - only five minutes later. Harry realized that his reputation as an excellent potion master in his class was about to be ruined.

Slughorn looked into his cauldron expectantly during his first inspection, and was about to cheer excitedly as usual, but he immediately retracted his head and coughed repeatedly because of the smell of rotten eggs.

Hermione had a smile on her lips.

She always thought that Harry and his friends were "clever" for using the Half-Blood Prince's notes.

In fact, it was true. Harry was completely out of his depth when it came to showing basic potion skills like this.

At this time, Slughorn shouted, "Two minutes left, everyone!"

Harry immediately became impatient when he heard it.

He looked at his cauldron in a panic, trying to recall everything about Gorbarot's Third Law.

But the more he wanted to remember something, the more he forgot it.

It was as if many people's voices came out of his ears, and these voices kept distracting his attention. Just when he was about to give up. Suddenly, a voice rang in Harry's mind.

"Potter, what will I get if I add narcissus root powder to wormwood infusion?" Snape's sharp, sarcastic and cold voice echoed clearly.

"Potter! If I ask you to find me a piece of fecal stone, where would you find it?"

"Potter, then tell me what is the difference between Aconitum naviculatum and Aconitum davidianum?"

Harry's expression froze, and he suddenly remembered.

In the first grade, Snape had said.

"Potter, narcissus root powder and wormwood can be combined to make a very effective sleeping pill, which is a dose of life and death water. Fecal stone is a kind of stone taken out of the stomach of a cow, which has a strong detoxification effect. As for Aconitum naviculatum and Aconitum davidianum, they are the same plant, also collectively called Aconitum."

"Oh - yes!" Harry's eyes lit up, "Fecal stone has a strong detoxification effect."

Although this is different from Slughorn's requirements, they are all detoxification, so he is not a blank paper.

Thinking in his mind, Harry rushed to the storage room quickly, and finally found a few wrinkled brown objects in the last time set by Slughorn.

"Okay, time... is up!" Slughorn said happily, "Let's see how you're doing! Blaise, what do you have?"

He slowly patrolled the classroom, checking the various antidotes.

No one had finished, but Hermione was the one closest to success. She had solved 52 poison components and given antidotes.

As for the others, most of them couldn't even separate one.

These guys were just like Harry. After getting the prince's notes, they all relaxed. None of them worked hard on this theory.

Slughorn's face became not so good.

Because the students who were usually excellent, why did they all become "stupid" today?

He walked to Owen's cauldron and looked down.

"I have to say, Mr. Rosier. Your antidote is perfect."

"Of course, this shouldn't be difficult for you. After all, your attainments as a healer are probably better than mine." Slughorn said, "Sixty poisons are not difficult. The N.E.W.T. exam requires students to be able to detoxify at least ninety to one hundred poisons. Okay, Hufflepuff, add ten points."

His voice was a little indifferent. There was no ripple.

Because in the eyes of others, this was also a matter of course. After all, Owen was a wizard who won the Order of Merlin First Class for curing the infection of [Bad Omen].

After that, he walked to Harry and Ron's table.

He didn't stay in front of Ron's cauldron for long. The strong smell of rotten eggs made him move away quickly.

"What about you, Harry," he said, "what do you want to show me?"

Harry held out his hand, and in his palm lay the bezoar.

Slughorn looked down for a good ten seconds, and Harry was afraid he was going to yell, but he raised his head and laughed loudly.

"You are so brave, kid!" He pinched the bezoar and held it up high for the whole class to see. "Oh! It looks so much like your mother... I can't judge you wrong... Of course the bezoar can cure all these potions. !”

Hermione was stunned when she heard these words.

She pushed back the strands of hair from her forehead and glared at Harry with a somewhat 'vicious' look.

"But Professor, Harry didn't create the antidote." Then she said, "How did you come up with the idea of ​​bezoar Harry!"

"You are right, Miss Granger. But this is the independent spirit that a true potions master needs." Before Harry could answer, Slughorn explained, "Maybe he inherited his mother's love for The bezoar only came to mind with a potion-savvy mind.

But -" perhaps to take care of Hermione's emotions, Slughorn relaxed his tone, "but fecal stones cannot cure all poisons, so it is still very useful to know how to prepare antidotes."

"Ten points from Gryffindor," he said, "for taking risks, Harry's choice is the best."

"Professor!" Hermione immediately became unconvinced. If no one can prepare the antidote, then it doesn't matter if Harry is the best. After all, bezoar can really detoxify, and their semi-finished products are useless, but Owen clearly prepared the antidote. She had obtained a complete antidote, but if Slughorn still said so, then she would feel that this was intentional.

"Owen has prepared a complete antidote."

"I know," Slughorn said kindly, "but as far as the poison is concerned, Harry's choice is still better."

"Why?" Hermione asked in confusion.

"Because the price of bezoar is cheaper." Owen looked at Hermione and explained, "The responsibility of therapists and doctors is not just to cure patients, but to choose cheaper, more convenient, and more effective methods. Compared with configuration Of the sixty antidotes, a bezoar is obviously the better choice.”

"Not all wizards can afford expensive antidotes prepared by professional doctors. Just like the bottle in my hand." He raised the antidote he prepared in a crystal container. "Its price is at least six or seven galleons. This is because most of the materials are provided by Professor Sprout for free. If it were sold outside, even if it was sold for dozens of galleons, would the poisoned wizard have the option to refuse?"

Slughorn's expression softened and he said gently, "Yes, Mr. Rozier is right. It is with these considerations in mind that I think Harry's choice is better. Miss Granger, maybe you don't have the financial resources." It’s difficult, but—in fact, every potion class you take is very ‘expensive’.”

"I" Hermione frowned, she didn't expect this at all.

Seeing the little witch's face darken, Owen decided that it would be better to save her.

So he opened his mouth and whispered to her, "As for how Harry came up with the idea of ​​bezoar."

He changed his tone, imitating Snape's acerbic voice and said, "Let's try again. Potter, if I asked you to find me a bezoar, where would you look?"

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Owen's words were like a key to the past, reminding Hermione of her first Potions class when she first entered Hogwarts.

"Believe me." The corners of his mouth cracked and he said, "Harry Potter, you will never forget what you get when you add Narcissus root powder to mugwort infusion. How do you find bezoar, Aconitum scaphoides and Wolfsbane aconite? What’s the difference between these three questions?”

"Haha." Hearing this, Hermione immediately burst into laughter.

On the other side, Harry was not far away. Although Owen's voice was not loud, he still heard him. His face suddenly became embarrassed, and there was a bit more resentment in the eyes of the two people over there.

"But this can be regarded as the first and probably only time that Snape expressed his feelings to Harry." Owen suddenly continued, "There is an explanation. According to the Victorian flower language, the Asphodel (narcissus) that Snape mentioned is actually A lily that looks like a narcissus means "my regret follows you to the grave" and Wormwood means "absence" and "bitter sadness."

He looked at Harry and raised his voice, "So if you understand it this way, Snape's words actually mean: 'I feel very regretful for your mother's death.'"

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Harry was startled by this statement.

Slughorn's expression also changed. He suddenly became anxious and his eyes darted from side to side. There was also a hint of guilt in his expression.

Just then, the bell rang.

Slughorn showed a look of relief, and he immediately said: "Okay, get out of class is over."

As he spoke, he quickly picked up his fire dragon leather briefcase, turned around and left the class.

After class, Harry talked with Owen for a while, mainly talking about how to get the memory from Slughorn.

But he also talked about Snape.

It was just words, a little awkward, so I didn’t talk about it in detail.

Regarding the attack on Slughorn, Harry decided to adopt a one-stop approach. It was best not to mention Horcruxes in daily time. If the opponent was prepared, the gain would outweigh the loss.

Owen told him that he could use Slughorn's guilt for his mother's death. Although it was a bit immoral, it was indeed a good idea.

Harry agreed.

Soon, in the days that followed, whenever Harry met Slughorn, he would suddenly mention his mother, which made Slughorn's guilt grow day by day. Specifically, he became more and more fond of Harry.

For a while, he even surpassed Hermione.

In February, the snow around the school melted, replaced by cold and damp. Gray-purple clouds pressed low over the castle, and continuous cold rain made the lawn slippery and muddy. As a result, the first Apparition class for sixth graders was moved from the playground to the Great Hall. This class was scheduled on Saturday morning to avoid delaying regular classes.

Harry, Ron, and most of the D.A. members did not attend this course. For them, Apparition had been mastered last year, but they were not proficient because they did not use it often.

Speaking of which, although the Statute of Secrecy has collapsed, the prohibition of underage wizards from casting spells with traces as restrictions is still in effect, although the punishment has become very light and the Ministry of Magic can basically not spare any manpower. But perhaps it is a habit formed in the past, most young wizards still subconsciously abide by the laws of the past.

So their apparition is not proficient enough.

Professor Wiggy Tekros, who came from the Ministry of Magic, is a middle-aged wizard who is surprisingly pale, with transparent eyelashes and fine hair.

He was not surprised at all that only a few young wizards signed up for his course. After all, the young wizards of Hogwarts today are incomparable. After the ordinary wizard level examination, the Ministry of Magic has been spreading rumors that the young wizards today are the best since the establishment of Hogwarts, and some even say that they are the golden generation since Merlin.

The leader is even more powerful and exaggerated.

The name of the magic princess has long been resounding throughout the world.

Professor Wicky Twycross had worked hard to get this position. There were many people in the Ministry of Magic competing with him. After all, although he was only a tutor for a period of time, he had taught young wizards like Harry Potter and Hermione Granger, which was a supreme honor.

The members of the D.A. did not sign up for the Apparition course, but they still had to take the exam in fourteen weeks, after all, they still had to get the certificate.

From February to March, the weather did not change much, but it was humid and windy.

Apparition was not so easy to learn. None of the young wizards taught by Professor Wicky Twycross, mainly from Slytherin College, mastered it.

This was normal. It took Harry and his friends four or five months to barely master it.

Slughorn made limited progress.

And the Horcrux: Gaunt Ring.

Dumbledore did not look for Owen again. No one knew what he and Barty Crouch had discussed.

But judging from the current situation, it should not be very friendly.

To be honest, Owen was actually quite surprised. You know, Dumbledore doesn't have much patience for Horcruxes at the moment. If the Gaunt ring is really in Barty Crouch's hands, the old headmaster would probably do it even if it was a hard snatch. It's really strange that it has been delayed until now without any results.

March 1st was Ron's seventeenth birthday. He got up very early that day and left Hogwarts Castle. He didn't see him for a day.

Owen didn't want to say that he didn't see Coatel that day, but that's the fact. He always felt that it was strange for these two people to stand together.

Just... they looked very distant, not even friends.

They didn't look like boyfriends and girlfriends at all.

If there was really any relationship, Owen thought that temporary comrades-in-arms were the most suitable.

But the two of them were indeed together.

Neither side denied it.

It can only be said that Coatel's life experience and her upbringing determined that her personality would never be like that of an ordinary person, and it must be weird.

Moreover, she was too strong. Although she didn't show that kind of strength often now, it could be seen from Ron's attitude towards her. He almost never refuted her, and he never even spoke loudly.

It seemed that their personalities complemented each other. And the family atmosphere of the Weasley family was conducive to filling the gap of Coatl in this aspect.

If she still had a family, they would be relieved for her.

Before dinner, Ron finally returned to the castle.

In the hall, they were having dinner.

That guy seemed to have eaten honey, floating in and out, carrying a lot of things, and the whole person seemed to be wandering outside and walked in and sat next to Harry.

Under Ginny's continuous rolling eyes, he smiled foolishly until the end of dinner.

If Harry was not really embarrassed and took him out of the hall before dinner was finished, Owen estimated that the guy would sit in the hall and smile foolishly until tomorrow morning.

And Hermione, she was lucky not to see this scene, because she is still in the library now.

But speaking of Hermione, the little witch seemed to have become an adult last year.

On September 19th last year, a few days after school started, it was her 17th birthday.

In other words, it was okay to do something inappropriate for children now, right?

Owen thought about it, but unfortunately his birthday was in June, and he was still three months away from adulthood.

But summer vacation would be fine.

The next day.

The morning sun shone in the Hufflepuff common room, and all the magical plants stretched their waists lazily.

The natural dance swayed with the sound of the fire, elegant and romantic.

Owen went to the hall with Hannah, Justin, Susan, and Coyatel.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Neville talking to several young wizards from Gryffindor.

"Hey, Owen." Seeing him appear, Neville immediately stood up and ran over.

"What's wrong?" Owen said.

"Oh - big thing." Neville took a breath, "Did you know that Ron was in the hospital? Just last night, he seemed to be poisoned."