Hogwarts: Harry's Path to Witches

In the box, Hermione was writing and drawing on paper, flipping through textbooks, and reviewing this semester's courses.

During the last semester, thanks to the Six Wizards Tournament, Hermione had been studying with Harry and Fleur.

Therefore, she has also gained a lot. While her magical attainments in the practical field have increased significantly, her progress in many theoretical courses with practical benefits is far ahead of her classmates in the same period.

But now that the fifth grade was about to start, Hermione felt that it was necessary to review the fifth grade knowledge a little to ensure that she would not forget it.

This also caused Hannah and Susan to feel extremely embarrassed when they came over to visit. They just sat down and chatted for a few words before quickly running away.

"Back?" Hermione asked casually without raising her head when she noticed that Harry was back.

"How's it going? Is the prefect's box really as luxurious as Fred and George say it is?"

"It's indeed quite luxurious." Harry nodded and lay down on the bench naturally.

"Think about it, twenty-four to twenty-six people occupy one train car. Is it not a luxury?"

"And it's only used twice a semester. What a waste."

While talking, Harley moved her body into a more comfortable position.

"Let me rest for a while. I'm really exhausted from patrolling."

It's a pity that Professor Slughorn deliberately avoided this topic. Apparently there were a few of those people that he didn't want to mention.

The train corridor was very crowded at this time. It was almost noon, and many little wizards had got out of the compartments, waiting for the arrival of the fat witch who delivered the food.

The bald head shone brightly under the lights of the carriage, dazzling even more than his silver-white beard and the gold buttons on his vest.

"Oh, that's great. I've wanted to meet this Miss Granger for a long time." Professor Slughorn nodded.

"Every time we discuss potions, I can read Miss Granger's unique insights through your words."

Hermione was forced to close the notebook due to Harry's interference, and squeezed Harry's dishonest hand angrily.

"Excuse me...Senior Potter, can you sign...your name on my sleeve? I brought a magic pen that won't fade."

"Of course, Harley, you deserve to be first. You are even better than your mother."

"Um……"

"Children, you'd better go back and change into your school uniforms to prepare for the back-to-school dinner."

"Come in." Harry raised his voice and appeared opposite Hermione, sitting upright with a book spread out on his knees.

Harley did not answer, but took off the robe hanging behind the door.

Before he finished speaking, there was a sudden knock on the door of the room.

"This name sounds so familiar, let me think about it..."

"You worked so hard." Harry deliberately lengthened his tone and grabbed Hermione's hands behind his back with one hand, defeating her resistance.

"He is usually quite kind, and he is also willing to provide support to those young wizards who are talented but have no platform, or help them connect with masters in the same field, so that they can reach the next level."

The two of them soon arrived in carriage No. C.

"No, not really." Harry defended Professor Slughorn,

"The new ideas she came up with when dealing with the blood of the Quisan tree frog are really ingenious. I have been studying this for a long time, and I am even preparing to guide Miss Granger in writing a paper this semester."

"I take time every semester to review the key points I have learned. I think this is a good habit."

"Excuse me, I have two invitations to send to Harry Potter and Hermione Granger."

"Well, the memory of the past is always attractive to an old man, and he can't help but get stuck in it every time he mentions it."

The parchment itself is made of extremely soft and delicate material, and is surrounded by gold edges.

"Professor Slughorn?" Hermione also looked at the invitation in her hand and lightly traced the gilded signature between her fingers.

He was getting fatter, and his velvet clothes were filled to the brim with his bulging belly.

The capacity of this carriage is extraordinarily large, like a hall, and someone has obviously cast a traceless stretching spell.

"Yours truly, Professor Horace Slughorn."

He even made jokes about his bald head, joking with Harley that Harley had become a qualified potion master and that she could improve the Potter family's shampoo so that it could help elderly people like himself. Treat hair loss problem.

Harry didn't answer for a while, what he wanted to say was stuck in his throat.

Finally, Professor Slughorn also took everyone to remember the past, telling interesting anecdotes about the outstanding wizards he taught back then, and by the way, he promoted an organization he organized called the "Slug Club".

Seeing that Hermione was deep in thought, Harry didn't rush to remind her.

"Don't just press one leg, it will easily numb my leg. Also, don't interfere with my review."

Of course, the corridors were getting noisier again.

Harry also saw Ginny and Neville deep in the box. Both of them looked confused, as if they didn't know why they were here.

After learning that Marcus Belby was not familiar with his uncle, Damocles Belby, who developed the wolfsbane potion, and the relationship between the two parties was not friendly, his attitude towards him immediately cooled down.

"Professor, he just loves to enjoy life and likes to make friends with powerful wizards."

"So Professor Dumbledore asked him to be a scout, responsible for monitoring Malfoy Manor, and try his luck to see if he could encounter Voldemort."

"I have to say that Miss Granger's potion talent ranks among the top ten among all the students I have ever met."

"Come to think of it, he's even more showy than Lockhart. At least Lockhart didn't hold such an event on the train."

Obviously, Professor Slughorn has not changed his hobbies and is working hard to expand his network of relationships every moment.

Among the people who came to this box, except Hermione and Ginny, everyone else had more or less backgrounds.

Hermione glared at Harry fiercely, while quickly adjusting her hair and clothes a few times to make them less messy.

"So what subject will he teach at Hogwarts? Will he share Potions class with Professor Snape?"

When her eyes collided with Harley's, her face suddenly turned red for some unknown reason, and she asked stammering in a slightly excited voice,

It wasn't until the train passed through a long period of thick fog and entered the red sunset that Professor Slughorn ended his recollection.

"Sirius was sent out," Harry explained.

Harley changed into her school uniform robe,

"If I guess correctly, Professor Snape is probably going to be the full professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"This professor is really flamboyant, even comparable to Lockhart in a way."

And above it is a fancy font,

"Of course." Harry smiled slightly, took the pen, and quickly wrote a signature on the little witch's sleeve.

"Long time no see. I would be very happy if you could have lunch with me in box C."

The two of them sorted out the books scattered in their box. Hermione suddenly asked thoughtfully, holding the potions textbook in her hand:

"By the way, Professor Slughorn is a Potions Master not much worse than Professor Snape."

"If you compare Lockhart with him, you are really lowering the professor's level."

"You are welcome to come over at any time. I would be happy to chat with you."

And Harry could only apologize for this, after all, the Potter family's shampoo business had been sold.

"Sirius will go to a Muggle pet hospital in advance and disguise himself in a Muggle way."

"It just so happens that he has longed for this position for a long time, and this year he finally got his wish."

"Didn't you learn this knowledge just after the start of last semester? Why do you need to read it again now?"

"It seems that Professor Slughorn was one of the supervisors of the potions paper you published titled "New Improved Methods for Illusion Potions"!"

The little witch suddenly felt like she had found a treasure, and after thanking her repeatedly, she stumbled out of the box.

"Dear Miss Harry Potter."

One second, Harry was lying on the bench, and the next second, he was sitting next to Hermione. His chin rested gently on Hermione's shoulder, and he stared at the table with a serious expression.

"Really? I thought it was Sirius coming to teach us." Hermione was obviously disappointed.

"Harry! My dear child!" Professor Slughorn jumped up as soon as he saw Harley.

After everyone arrived, Professor Slughorn quickly introduced each other to everyone so that everyone could get familiar with each other.

"Long time no see, my dear child." Professor Slughorn warmly welcomed Harry.

Throughout the lunch, Professor Slughorn wanted to mention Harry every three sentences.

The two sat in the nearest seats under the professor's arrangement, and Professor Slughorn sat down next to Harry.

Hermione was invited because of her superb magical skills, which Harry often mentioned in her letters.

Seeing Hermione's worried look, Harry added: "Professor Dumbledore is still very careful."

"Yes Professor, she is Hermione Granger."

"Don't do this," Hermione brushed Harry's hair away.

"His Animagus is a Scottish deerhound, very suitable for traveling in the woods."

"Voldemort and the Death Eaters disdain Muggles, so naturally it is impossible for them to understand this kind of technology that comes from Muggles."

After all, he had taught at Hogwarts for so many years and knew that even if two people entered the school at the same time, they might not speak to each other for seven years.

However, Malfoy had kept his head down since Harry entered the box, and he didn't have any special reaction now.

Slughorn's attitude towards him was also a bit strange, seeming to invite but not warmly.

Ginny was invited because she cast a beautiful bat spirit spell in the corridor, which happened to attract the attention of Professor Slughorn.

"You're right, it's him." After half a minute of silence, Harley nodded.

"Cough cough cough." Harley coughed hard a few times and did not reply. Instead, she casually opened the invitation with her name on it.

"Let me see whose invitation this is."

"What if I have to interfere?"

"At the same time, he was also one of the professors who took me to the Magic School Potions Championship. Later, when we visited France during the summer vacation, we also stayed in his villa."

On the way back to her box, Hermione couldn't help but complain,

"Luxurious invitations, he even asked a house elf to deliver food to him on the train, and the invitations were all classmates with backgrounds..."

"Our new Gryffindor prefect is so popular." Hermione watched everything from the sidelines and couldn't help but complain aloud.

"He should be in the Potions class. After all, he was once the headmaster of Slytherin and part-time Potions professor."

She didn't comment on Hermione's way of thinking, after all, it was very Hermione.

However, Harry and Hermione were able to move forward smoothly, and many young wizards subconsciously moved out of the way when they saw Harry.

Harry was a little interested and wanted to know who the other people with extremely high potion talents were.

At this time, there were already many people sitting inside, including Cormac McLagan of Gryffindor, Blaise Sabine of Slytherin, Marcus Belby of Ravenclaw, and others whom Harry knew. , but a classmate who didn’t say much.

While introducing it, Professor Slughorn also pointed out its background or particularities intentionally or unintentionally, and chatted from time to time.

Whether intentionally or not, Malfoy happened to be sitting on the other side of him.

"Having studied it doesn't stop me from reviewing more."

"Oh, my God." Professor Slughorn looked around and blinked in the dusk.

"It's almost dark, are we talking so late?"

"Then this must be Miss Granger, right?"

<divclass="contentadv"> "Good afternoon, Professor Slughorn." Harry saluted slightly, and then introduced Hermione.

"Come, let me see..."

"And Professor Slughorn himself is very accomplished in potions. He is not as ignorant as Lockhart."

"And Animagus itself does not have particularly strong magic power fluctuations. The combination of these two methods makes it difficult for wizards to detect it."

As she spoke, the little girl handed over two rolls of parchment tied with purple ribbons.

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"I remembered!" Hermione clapped her hands fiercely.

"Thank you for the compliment, Professor Slughorn." Hermione politely thanked the professor.

"I'm really looking forward to your lessons too."

Damn Harry, those hands are totally clueless!

The door to the box was opened, and a third-grade girl walked in.

And Professor Slughorn is also very realistic.

"Oh, right." Hermione then remembered other irrelevant content,

"I forgot all that. I was just thinking about whether he had published any papers recently."

"The professor has been prepared for the problem that some of the Death Eaters know the specific form of Sirius' Animagus."

Hermione nodded, the worry on her face lessening.

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(Thanks to the "book friend with tail number 1061" for the tip!)