The Mightiest Badger at Hogwarts

"Hermione, I beg you, please stop!"

Upon hearing this, Harry immediately raised his hands towards Hermione to express surrender.

Ron, on the other hand, sneered with a dark face:

"Hermione, to be honest, are you going through menopause early? What do you mean in Muggle terms? Oh, by the way! Hormone imbalance, is that why you have such a bad temper?"

As soon as these words came out, Hermione's expression changed.

She glanced at Ron coldly, and then said to Harry:

"Don't pity them, they totally deserve it. Gryffindor's score this year was unprecedentedly negative. It is foreseeable that we will miss this year's Academy Cup! This is all their fault!

Moreover, my statement that the more help you get, the more help you get, is not a mockery, but a fact.

Why do you think professors want them to work?

This is not because Hogwarts is short of manpower, but simply punishment!

Hahaha, Filch must be extremely happy during this time!He now has hundreds of free laborers waiting for him to use them. The most terrible thing is that these laborers are not allowed to use magic when working! "

After listening to Hermione's words, Ron finally stopped talking and covered his eyes as if recalling some unbearable past event.

At the same time, a scene emerged in Harry's mind where Ron and others were working like slaves building pyramids in ancient Egypt, whining and working under Filch's whipping.

That terrifying appearance made him feel a chill in his back just by imagining it.

"That's enough, I think we should go to Potions class!"

Harry stood up quickly, shook his head to expel all the confusing images in his mind, and then spoke quickly.

"Wow! I'm really surprised that you can still remember to go to class." Hermione sneered again, "I thought all you could think about was Gabrielle and Quidditch. Remember that day when we went to Hermione The time when Chipachi protected Gabri? Your eyes went straight when you saw Gabri."

As soon as Hermione said this, Ron suddenly became interested and came over with a pair of big eyes, looking like he was ready to watch the show.

With what he knew about Harry.

Harry would definitely be extremely shy next time, and he might even quarrel with Hermione.

In this way, Harry will be a 'war ally' just like him!

What surprised him was that Harry didn't look angry after hearing this.

Instead, he looked at Hermione with some worry and said:

"Hermione, to be honest, your temper today is really a little off. Are you feeling a little unwell?"

"Forehead--"

Hermione froze on the spot.

Her face turned a little red, her right hand instinctively placed on her lower abdomen, but she said forcefully:

"What's wrong is you, right? You actually said these words..."

Hermione's voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible. She stamped her feet and walked out of the auditorium.

Seeing this, Ron and Harry looked at each other and hurriedly chased after them.

The three of them chased all the way to the Potions classroom.

For a long time, walking down the path to the basement had been extremely stressful for Harry.

This is not only because this road is exclusive to Snape, but also because the Slytherin common room is not far from here.

But this time it was different.

Harry felt relaxed for no reason when he thought that the person who would teach them soon would no longer be Snape, but the old man Slughorn.

Although Slughorn is snobbish, he should be much better than Snape.

When the three Harrys arrived, twelve or thirteen people had already gathered in the corridor outside the classroom.

This should be all the people in this potions advanced class.

This didn't surprise Harry at all.

Not everyone could tolerate Snape's venomous tongue.

Snape's bad character made many people in Hogwarts, including him, want to give up studying Potions.

In a sense, Snape's existence not only did not help revitalize Potions, but actually made this ancient knowledge even more unpopular at the source.

Harry looked at the people standing in the corridor.

Goyle and Crabbe were not found here.

Obviously, their grades were so bad that even if the Potions Professor was their dean, there was no way he could open a backdoor for them.

What really surprised Harry was that the proportion of Slytherins in this Potions Advanced Class was actually not high.

Among the total of more than a dozen people, there were actually only four Slytherins, and Draco was among them.

This guy seemed much more low-key now than before. After seeing Harry, instead of coming up to look for trouble, he hid in a corner.

And judging from his position, he didn't seem to be playing well with the other three students from Slytherin House.

Harry knew very well that the main reason for all these changes was because Malfoy's father, Lucius Malfoy, was captured and brought to justice.

This should be a joyous event, and Harry should be happy and even laugh at it in return for the insult Malfoy gave him earlier.

But for some reason, Harry didn't feel happy at all right now.

All he was thinking were the questions and worries about how Draco Malfoy would live after losing his father.

This weird, complicated emotion even led him to take the initiative to hold Ron back when Ron wanted to come forward and cause trouble for Draco.

"Hey! Harry, don't be like this. I'm just going to say hello to our Mr. Malfoy. I won't cause any trouble!"

Ron reached out and patted Harry's hand that was holding his arm tightly, and said lies that no one believed.

Harry's eyes were complicated and he shook his head silently.

He didn't tell Ron that he wasn't afraid of Ron getting into trouble, but just felt pity for Draco Malfoy.

When Hermione next to him heard this, she retorted as if she had eaten gunpowder:

"I advise you not to move around, Ron, otherwise I guarantee that your hard labor punishment will be extended! Think about it, everyone else's punishment will be over by then. But you, the Gryffindor prefect, are still She was serving people tea and water, and even had a clear view of the women’s bathroom.”

As soon as he said this, Ron's eyebrows raised again.

He stared and was about to have a seizure, but at this moment, the basement door was opened.

"It's time for class, come in, kids!"

Professor Slughorn stood at the door and spoke cheerfully, perhaps because he was too happy. While he was speaking, his huge belly was still trembling.

Draco lowered his head and ran into the classroom first.

Professor Slughorn didn't care either. His attention at the moment was obviously focused on Harry and Shabini not far away.

When the two people passed by him, he obviously seemed more enthusiastic, and his walrus-like beard was constantly trembling.

After entering the classroom, Harry realized that the Potions classroom had changed.

Slughorn seemed to be very disdainful of Snape's decorative aesthetic.

He directly dismantled the display shelves that were originally located on the walls of the classroom, and threw away all kinds of strange specimens on those display shelves, as well as various furniture and wallpapers with strong and gloomy colors.

Instead, there is a whole set of warm-toned furniture made of solid wood.

This made the whole Potions classroom feel a lot more normal.

At least it's a little more humane.

Not only that, there are several crucibles located in the classroom.

Thick white steam kept rising inside, and as the steam drifted away, the entire classroom was filled with mist, and the air was filled with all kinds of weird smells.

Vale</span>Harry, Ron and Hermione walked past the large bubbling cauldrons, smelling them with interest.

The others found their own seats according to the academy and sat down.

"Come here! Harry, come here! I promise you won't regret it!"

Ernie MacMillan suddenly greeted Harry.

This is the only Hufflepuff among the dozen or so advanced Potions students present.

Although he was a bit conceited and arrogant, Harry liked him very much.

Seeing the way he was sitting alone at a table closest to a golden cauldron and winking, Harry thought he was worried that he would be alone in class, so he pulled Ron and Harry closer.

But when the three of them actually sat down, they finally discovered the mystery of this seat.

Because a wonderful aroma was constantly wafting out of the golden crucible not far from them.

It was an alluring scent that Harry had never smelled before.

It reminded Harry simultaneously of honey tarts, the woody smell of broomsticks, and the scent of flowers that he must have smelled at the Burrow.He found himself inhaling slowly and deeply. The smell of the potion filled his body like alcohol, and a huge sense of satisfaction slowly came to him.He grinned at Ron, who smiled lazily at him.

"Well, I didn't lie to you, did I!"

Ernie was also giggling, and while laughing, he raised his head and said triumphantly.

Harry and Ron nodded repeatedly, but Hermione was the only one who kept frowning and pinching her nose with her fingers, as if she smelled something bad.

"Be careful, there's something wrong with this smell!"

Hermione said in a low voice, this was definitely a well-intentioned reminder.

It's a pity that Harry and Ron don't care at all now, and they don't even bother to continue arguing with Hermione.

This made Hermione very angry.

"Well, well, well," said Slughorn.Looking through a lot of hot steam, his big figure looked erratic. "Everyone, please take out your scales, medicine bag, and don't forget to take out your "Advanced Potion Making" textbook!"

Slughorn's voice seemed to have a kind of magic, pulling Harry and the three of them out of their lazy state.

They quickly took out their books and tools, among which Ron naturally huddled with Harry and began to share the brand-new volumes of "Advanced Potion Making".

During this whole process, Slughorn's eyes were locked on Harry.

Seeing that Harry was ready, he pushed his already bulging chest forward, and the buttons on his waistcoat were about to burst.

"I have prepared several medicines to open your eyes. Of course, it's just out of interest. After you finish the improvement class, you should be able to make such things. Although you haven't done it yourself, you must listen to it. I did. Can anyone tell me what this one is?"

Slughorn said excitedly. As he spoke, he pointed at the cauldron closest to the Slytherin table.

Through the hazy fog, Harry could clearly see what looked like a pot of water rolling inside.

Hermione raised her well-trained hand first.Slughorn pointed at her.

"It's Veritaserum, a colorless, odorless potion that forces those who drink it to tell the truth."

Hermione answered quickly and stood up almost as soon as Slughorn pointed his finger at her.

"very good!"

Slughorn said happily, "Now," he pointed to the cauldron closest to the Ravenclaw table, and continued, "this kind is more famous... It has also been highlighted in several pamphlets issued by the ministry recently. Introduced...who can-?"

Hermione's hand went up preemptively again.

"It's Polyjuice Potion, sir."

"Great, great! I really didn't expect that there is a potions genius here that I don't know!" Slughorn sighed, "Dear, what's your name?"

"Hermione Granger, sir."

"Granger? Granger? Are you related to Hertok Dagworth Granger, the founder of the Society of Extraordinary Apothecaries?"

"No, probably not, sir. I am a Muggle."

Hermione lowered her head and said, and from Harry's angle, he could clearly see the blush on Hermione's face.

It was obvious that Hermione was a little embarrassed by the second half of Slughorn's words.

Harry could even see, not far away from Slytherin, Shabini was whispering something in Malfoy's ear, with a sarcastic smile on his face as he spoke.

Malfoy seemed a little reserved.

He just forced out a smile and quickly lowered his head.

This made Harry's heart leap into his throat.

With Slughorn's snobbish character, Harry could always guess what attitude he would take towards Hermione next.

However, this time, he guessed wrong.

Slughorn showed no sign of disappointment.

On the contrary, with a smile on his face, he looked at Hermione and then at Harry sitting next to her and said:

"Harry once mentioned to me that he has an extremely outstanding Muggle friend with amazing learning talent! I think the friend you are talking about is Miss Granger, right?"

As soon as this was said, Hermione turned to look at Harry in surprise.

Harry said dullly:

"Yes, yes, sir."

"Well, well, a well-deserved twenty points to Miss Granger of Gryffindor."

Slughorn said kindly.

Harry felt his scalp tingle.

He really didn't expect that Slughorn would say that.

He turned to look at Hermione happily, only to see Hermione looking at him too.

The two looked at each other, and he was surprised to find that Hermione's eyes were slightly red.

This made Harry feel much happier.

But at this moment, they saw Slughorn walking up to them, pointing at the golden crucible and saying:

"So Harry, can you tell me what the potion is in this cauldron?"

"Ah this-"

Harry opened his mouth wide and stood up blankly.

At this moment, he couldn't tell which side Slughorn was on.

It could be said that Slughorn was deliberately making things difficult for him.

They obviously helped Hermione out of trouble.

It can be said that Slughorn is with them.

Slughorn asked this question.

Professor Slughorn...doesn't he really think that he can guess the name of a potion just based on its appearance like Hermione?

Harry stared blankly at the current cauldron, his mind going blank.

But at this moment, in his head, he remembered the voice that could only be heard in dreams.

'I love you, I love you, I love you...'

As the sound continued to sound, Harry felt his brain go into a trance. Then, a flash of inspiration occurred, and Harry felt as if his brain had suddenly opened up, and countless knowledge was pouring out from within crazily.

Then Harry unexpectedly discovered that he seemed to really recognize the potion in front of him? !