Hogwarts wizard

Hagrid seemed to be recalling something, and he continued, "In the past, wizards would make potions into delicacies, but with the beginning of the struggle, making delicacies became a burden, and everyone preferred portable potions.

With the development of the times, it seems to be progress, but in fact many things have been lost. In the stable era, even the number of people preparing potions has become fewer.

If you could research some ancient potions, it might be a feat. "

Hagrid's words do not mean that he has experienced that era, but the impact of that era is known to most wizards.

Some things have changed, and some of the fun has actually been lost. Potions has become empty and boring.

"Okay, Jellal, it's time for me to go back. Maybe Norbert needs me to play with him!"

Hagrid's words have made it very clear. He thinks Jellal has talent in this area, and he doesn't want Jellal to bury his talent.

Perhaps by then, he might be given the title of a culinary wizard.

Jellal looked at Mag's beard and was a little worried. The little Charmander was still the same as when he was born and liked to set fire everywhere.

"You should pay attention to protecting your beard..." Jellal was a little embarrassed when he said this. Mag's beard is indeed not very good now.

"thanks……"

But they were not as important as Norbert. Hagrid didn't say this, but Jellal could guess it.

It's another Potions class, which is probably the subject that Harry hates the most, although Professor Snape has been "pushing" him.

But maybe he doesn't have the talent in this area. In short, his results have always been neither good nor bad.

"Shut up!" Snape listened to the noisy sounds below, and he even wondered if he didn't discipline them enough.

The little wizards all became quiet, and it was not time for class. In their opinion, it was good enough to come to the classroom early.

"The reason why people are humble is because you are like reptiles in a dark cellar. You are not making progress, and the only thing waiting for you is death."

Snape's tone was very fierce when he said this. Perhaps in his eyes, all young wizards should study seriously and be like tools.

"It's so difficult to learn potions, but it's useless..."

The person who spoke was a Slytherin. After hearing his words, Snape waved his wand and made him fall in front of everyone. .seven

"Do you think so too?"

Snape looked at everyone with his sinister eyes and asked. Everyone who was swept by him shuddered from the bottom of their hearts.

Then he lowered his head silently.

"No need to answer me, I already know the answer." Snape walked forward and stepped on the little wizard's leg.

The "click" sound struck each of their hearts, but he had always been like this, so everyone felt a little scared in their hearts and even slowed down their breathing.

"Which of you knows the healing spell?"

Seeing the man rolling in pain, Snape pointed to the people below, and everyone shook their heads.

Snape took out several bottles of potions, "Jeral, pick one. Which one do you think can cure his leg injury?"

Emm, Jellal is a little speechless. Let him choose at this time. If he makes the wrong choice, wouldn't it be too hateful?

"Maybe you can let him continue to hurt."

Jellal looked at the bottle in front of him. The purple liquid smelled a little floral, but more like rotten eggs. The white liquid smelled nothing, but it was not transparent.

So Jellal was sure that it was not water.

The red liquid also smelled a bit pungent, the kind with a strong floral scent. He could tell what kind of flowers they were, but the combination of those flowers was of no use, so Jellal did not smell it. no choice.

The green one smelled of medicine and grass. He was torn between green and white. He was not sure. His nose was very good, but the fusion was too complete. He had to use tools to distinguish.

But at this time, Snape asked him to use his senses to distinguish.

"This!" Jellal pointed to the bottle of green potion.

Snape handed the potion to the Slytherin, and he drank it directly, and he quickly recovered.

"Did you see it? What you think is useless is now very useful."

He waved his hand, "Spells, potions, and alchemy are the three cornerstones of the magic world. I believe you have heard of this saying. It goes without saying that magic is in your hands. Alchemy is in your hands. Wands, various magical daily necessities, Potions, a subject that is of no use in your eyes, why is it in this category?

If it is daily life, magic medicine does not have an advantage, but if there is a struggle, its importance will be reflected..."

Snape talked a lot, and Ron felt a little drowsy after listening to it. Snape also talked about some previous examples, and Jellal was somewhat interested in it.

Hermione next to her pushed Jellal, "Geral, I think I like Potions very much, but I have already understood what Snape said before."

That's right, but others didn't understand it. Maybe it was near the end of the semester and Snape's teaching tasks were almost completed, so he began to educate these students.

Harry was a little disgusted by this, and it was hard to get to the end of get out of class.

"Jeral, someone is looking for you." Neville walked in and said to Jellal with a strange look on his face.

"Who is looking for me?" There are always so many unscientific things happening to me.

"Say it's your sister."

Jellal's expression became even weirder, who?

When he arrived at the door, he realized that it was Cynthia, "Miss Dilaps, what do you want from me?"

His expression was a little indifferent. Apart from being close by blood, there should be no other connection between them!

Cynthia looked at his attitude, and the smile on her face instantly cracked, "I don't want to come! I'll give it to you, grandpa told me."

She handed Jellal an envelope, and when Jellal opened it, there was an invitation. On the weekend, Casa Delapos wanted to bring everyone in his direct family to get together.

Originally, Cynthia's father didn't want Jellal to go back, but the news about him making the potion into food spread, and only a few hundred people in the entire wizarding world could do it.

Most of them are female wizards, and at this time, his "preciousness" is fully reflected.

His grandfather waved his hand and said that Jellal must be sent back. This was a great honor. By coincidence, this task fell on Xavier.

Xavier felt that it was too embarrassing last time and was too embarrassed to give it away, so he gave it to Cynthia in the end. She is really a girl with her strength!