Together [HP]

When Jacqueline got up to have breakfast the next morning, Pansy was still lying on her bed, muttering that she should get more sleep after finally passing the OWLs.Jacqueline shrugged and could only go up to the auditorium by herself.The ceiling of the great hall was tiled and blue, and there were a few faint wisps of cloud floating in it, like the sky outside the high mullioned windows.

After she drank a glass of milk and devoured half the plate of sausages, Pansy shuffled reluctantly into the auditorium.While they were having breakfast, Professor Snape came over with a cold face and handed out the class schedule to them. This was a bit more troublesome than before. Only when their OWLs scores met the requirements could they go to the corresponding NEWTs improvement class.

Jacqueline's class schedule was quickly determined, Charms, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration, Herbalism, Arithmetic Divination, Ancient Runes, Potions, and Protection of Magical Animals.And the first class is Yuna's ancient runes.Jacqueline glanced at her schedule, hurriedly grabbed a piece of fried bread, said good luck to Pansy, and ran upstairs.

Many sixth graders thought that their school year would be easier after going through the OWLs, but Yuna clearly disappointed their hopes.As sixth grade students, they can no longer just translate a few words, they also have to read a series of books written in ancient magic script.

When get out of class was over, even Hermione was in disbelief.

"A fifteen-inch article, two translations, and so many books to read before Wednesday!" Hermione hugged her heavy pile of textbooks, even with Jacqueline helping her, the stack of books It was also very impressive, and he lowered his voice and complained to Jacqueline, "I thought we had enough hard work last year."

"Welcome to my world." Jacqueline said blankly, "Think about it, I was treated like this before I came to Hogwarts. Do you feel a little lucky?"

Hermione looked at her angrily, "But if the teachers of each subject have to give us so much homework..."

"Then I'm very grateful that I don't have to study History of Magic. It's just like Merlin's socks, smelly and long."

At this time they walked outside the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. Ron and Harry were in the line, but the two of them looked like they had a good rest.

Soon, the classroom door opened, and Snape walked into the corridor.He was the same as before, his greasy black hair parted on the sides, framing his sallow face.The team immediately fell silent.

"Come in," he said.

Walking into the classroom, the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom has changed. The curtains are drawn tightly, only the dim light from the candles, and the light is even dimmer than usual.There are some pictures on the wall that have not been seen before, many of which are suffering people, hideous wounds and bizarre twisted body parts.

Hermione sat next to Jacqueline, pulling her robes as if she wanted to stay away from the pictures.Jacqueline turned her head and looked at the eerie pictures on the wall, looking very interested.

"I haven't asked you to take out your books yet." Snape said, closing the classroom door, and walked to the back of the podium to face the whole class.Hermione hurriedly tossed her copy of Encountering the Faceless Monster back into her bag and stuffed it under the chair. "I have something to say to you, and I hope your attention will be high."

His dark eyes scanned the upturned faces, lingering on Harry's face a little longer than the others.

"So far, you must have changed five teachers for this course."

"Needless to say, these teachers all have their own teaching methods and teaching focus. In this chaotic situation, I am amazed that so many of you still barely pass the OWLs in this course. If you can follow the I would be even more amazed if I took the advanced course because it was so much more advanced."

Snape stepped off the podium and walked around the room, speaking in a lower voice.In order to be able to see him, the students stretched their necks one by one.

"Dark magic," said Snape, "is of all kinds and variety and variety and endless variety. Wrestling with them is like fighting a monster with many heads, where a new head pops up immediately after one head is cut off." , more vicious and cunning than the original one. What you are facing is an unpredictable and indestructible thing."

"Therefore, your defenses," said Snape, raising his voice slightly, "must also be as flexible and innovative as the Dark Arts you have to deal with. These pictures," he pointed at a few of them as he walked, "Vividly depicting those who suffer, say, from the Cruciatus Curse," (he gestures to a witch who is clearly screaming in pain) "feeling the kiss of a dementor," (a warlock curled up in a corner , with lost eyes) "or be invaded by an infernal corpse," (a pool of blood on the ground).

"So, have people actually seen an Inferi?" Parvati asked.Patil asked in a thin voice, "Is he really using the Inferi?"

"The Dark Lord has used Inferi in the past," said Snape, "which means we should assume he will use them again. Well..."

He went around to the other side of the room and walked towards the podium, his black robe fluttering behind him, and the eyes of the whole class followed him again.

"... I suppose you are new to the use of silent spells. What good are silent spells?"

Hermione immediately raised her hand, and all the other students looked at her. With Hermione in the classroom, everyone else seemed to suddenly lose the desire to answer the professor's questions.Snape unhurriedly glanced at the class, saw that there was no other choice, and said bluntly, "Very well, Miss Granger?"

"The opponent doesn't know what spell you're going to cast," said Hermione, "and that gives you a split-second advantage."

"That answer was copied verbatim from Standard Spells, Grade Six," said Snape contemptuously (Malfoy sneered from the corner), "but it's basically correct. Saying the spell aloud can achieve a surprising effect. Of course, not all wizards can do this. It takes a lot of concentration and willpower, and some people," he looked again. Staying on Harry's face, "No."

"Now you're in teams of two," Snape went on, "and one tries to cast a jinx on the other without saying aloud. The other tries to repel the jinx, also under silence. let's start."

"You don't want to give me another petrification, do you?" Jacqueline whispered next to Hermione's ear while the two stood up.

"No," said Hermione flatly, "I'm going to give you a silent one."

"That's great," Jacqueline said with a smile, "This way Professor Snape won't be able to tell if you've succeeded or not."

But in fact, not many people are honestly practicing silent mantras. Most people just chant mantras quietly without amplifying their voices.Hermione didn't really use Silence, she used the Soft Legs Curse, but Jacqueline used Silence on Hermione.

After three or four more practice sessions, Jacqueline was able to resist the Limp Legs Curse without saying a word. For this, Professor Snape gave Slytherin thirty points, but when Hermione also succeeded, Snape just pretended not to see it.He was just like before, dragging his robe and patrolling among the students like a giant bat.

When Jacqueline was playing vigorously, there was a sudden noise in the classroom, and the whole class turned their heads. Snape bumped into a table, struggling to keep his feet, with an angry face.

"Do you remember when I told you we were practicing silent spells, Potter?"

"Yeah," Harry said stiffly.

"Remember, sir."

"Don't call me 'sir,' Professor."

Before he could react, the words had already blurted out.Several students gasped in surprise.

"In detention, Saturday night, in my office," Snape said. "I won't allow anyone to be rude to me, Potter, not even the savior."

But at recess, Dumbledore sent students to bring Harry a note, which saved him from Snape's confinement.

The next Arithmetic and Divination class was not at all easier than the Ancient Runes class. By the end of the class, Jacqueline had already begun to seriously doubt whether the professors felt that they had taken it too easy in the past few years.

After lunch, Jacqueline and Hermione hurried to the library, and finally finished their Defense Against the Dark Arts homework before the afternoon Potions class.

There were only twelve or thirteen students in the improvement class of the Potions class, and it was obvious that most of them did not meet the requirements.They only had time to say hello to each other before the basement door opened.Before the Slughorn showed his face, the big belly was already sticking out.The students filed into the classroom, his walrus beard twitched on his smiling mouth, he was very enthusiastic when he greeted Harry, Blaise and Jacqueline, but he seemed to turn a blind eye to Malfoy.

Unlike usual, the underground classroom was already filled with steam and filled with all kinds of weird smells.The students walked past the large bubbling cauldrons, sniffing them with interest.Hermione picked the table closest to a golden cauldron that gave off a pleasant aroma.

Jacqueline walked to the table and sat down. She was startled just by smelling it a little. She jumped up and covered Hermione's nose.

"Don't smell it." She whispered.

"What's going on?" Hermione said anxiously. "I don't think it's going to be a poison."

"This is the most dangerous poison here." Jacqueline looked at the cauldron and gritted her teeth.

"There, there, there, there," said Slughorn.Looking through the steaming steam, his huge figure appeared to be erratic. "Everyone, please take out the scales, medicine bags, and don't forget to take out your "Advanced Potion Making" textbook..."

"Sir?" said Harry, holding up his hand.

"What's the matter, Harry?"

"I don't have books, I don't have scales, I don't have anything, and neither does Ron, because, well, we didn't expect to have advanced classes."

"Oh, by the way, Professor McGonagall mentioned it... don't worry, boy, don't worry at all. You can use the ingredients in the storage cabinet today, and I can lend you the balance. There are some old ones here. Textbooks, you use them first, and then you can write to Lihen Bookstore..."

Slughorn strode to a storage cabinet in the corner, groped in it for a while, took out two tattered copies of "Advanced Potion-Making", and handed them to Harry and him together with two sets of faded scales. ron.

"Okay," Slughorn said, returning to the front of the classroom, pushing his already swollen chest forward, the buttons on his vest were about to pop off, "I have prepared several potions for You opened your eyes, of course, just out of interest. When you finish the advanced course, you should be able to make something like this. Although you haven't done it yourself, you must have heard of it. Can anyone tell me this What is one?"

He pointed to the cauldron closest to Malfoy's table, which looked like a pot of clear water was bubbling inside.

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

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

"Very well!" said Slughorn cheerfully. "Now," he continued, pointing to the cauldron closest to Ravenclaw's table, "this one is more famous...it's also been highlighted in a few pamphlets issued by the Ministry recently...who can?"

Hermione's hand went up preemptively again.

"It's Polyjuice Potion, sir," she said.

"That's great, that's great! And here's this... you say, dear?" said Slughorn, looking a little surprised to see Hermione's hand raised again.

"It's a love potion!"

"Exactly. It doesn't seem necessary to ask," said Slughorn now, with genuine admiration. "I suppose you know what it's for?"

"It's the most effective love potion in the world!" Hermione said cheerfully.

"But it can only make people infatuated, that's not true love." Jacqueline said loudly, she stared at Hermione closely, her face was a little hideous, "It's very dangerous, because some people may distinguish Can't tell the difference between the two."

"Exactly! You should have noticed its characteristic mother-of-pearl glow."

"And its characteristic spiraling steam," said Hermione with interest, and beside her Jacqueline had already clenched her fists, looking desperate to put the pot of obsession to rest. The dose was overturned. "Also, it smells different from person to person, based on what each person likes best. I can smell freshly mowed grass, new parchment, and..."

She blushed suddenly, and she turned to look at Jacqueline, who also stared at her closely, "There is also the smell of campfire, roast beef and jasmine."

Jacqueline's face turned red instantly, and she smiled stiffly and uncontrollably.

"Can you tell me your name, dear?" Slughorn asked, seemingly oblivious to their embarrassment.

"Hermione Granger, sir."

"Granger? Granger? Are you related to Huttok Dagworth Granger, the founder of the Extraordinary Pharmacists Association?"

"No, it shouldn't be, sir. I'm Muggle-born."

Slughorn showed no sign of disappointment.Instead, he was all smiles, looking from Hermione to Harry sitting next to her.

"Oh, yes! 'I have a best friend who's Muggle-born, and she's the best in the year!' I'm pretty sure that's the friend you're talking about, Harry?"

"Yes, sir," said Harry.

"Very well, well deserved twenty points to Miss Granger of Gryffindor," said Slughorn kindly.

"Ah, by the way, and Slytheringa ten points." Slughorn turned and pointed to the cauldron in front of him, "Like Miss Graham said, the love potion can't really create love. Love doesn't Possibly manufactured or imitated. No, this potion will only cause intense infatuation or fascination. It is probably the most dangerous and powerful potion in this classroom. Yes, that's right," he said to Malfoy and Noah Te nodded seriously, and the two of them were sneering suspiciously, "When your life experience is as rich as mine, you won't underestimate the power of being infatuated...

"Now," continued Slughorn, "we should begin our lessons."

"Sir, you haven't told us what's in it," said Ernie MacMillan, pointing to a small black cauldron on Slughorn's podium.The medicine in the small crucible splashed cheerfully, its color was like molten gold, large drops of liquid jumped on the surface, like goldfish, but none of them spilled out.

"Hey!" Slughorn repeated. "By the way, I haven't said that yet. Ladies and gentlemen, that thing is a most curious little potion called Felix Felicia. I Think," he turned, smiling, to look at Hermione who let out a yelp, "surely you know what Felix Elixirs do, Miss Granger?"

"It's a potion of luck," said Hermione excitedly, "and it will bring you good luck!"

The whole class seemed to straighten their backs immediately.

"Quite right, ten points to Gryffindor. Yes, it's a curious little potion, Felix Felicia," said Slughorn, "very complicated to brew, and if you get it wrong, the consequences It's unimaginable. However, if cooked properly, as in this cauldron, you will find that whatever you do will succeed...at least until the effect of the medicine wears off."

"Then why don't people drink it all day, sir?" Terry Boot asked eagerly.

"Because, if taken in excess, it leads to dizziness, recklessness, and dangerous hubris," Slughorn said. "You know, too much of a good thing can be bad... Too much of a dose can be very toxic. .But if you take it sparingly and sparingly once in a while..."

"Have you ever taken it, sir?" Michael Corner asked with great interest.

"I've taken it twice in my life," Slughorn said, "once when I was 24 and once when I was 57. I took two scoops with breakfast. Those two days were perfect."

He stared blankly into the distance. "Well," said Slughorn, seemingly returning to reality, "I'll be the prize for this class."

There was silence in the classroom, and every bubbling and boiling sound of the medicines around seemed to be amplified ten times.

"A little bottle of Felicia Felix," said Slughorn, drawing a corked phial from his pocket, and holding it up to the class, "will bring twelve hours of good luck. From From dawn to dusk, whatever you do, your stars will shine brightly."

"However, I must remind you that Felicia is forbidden to be used in organized competitions, such as sports competitions, examinations or elections. Therefore, whoever gets the prize, can only use it on ordinary days... and wait See how that ordinary day can become extraordinary!

"So," said Slughorn, suddenly brightened, "how can I win my wonderful prize? Well, please turn to page ten of Advanced Potion-Making. We have another Hours, and that's the time you've spent making a good potion of living hell. I know, it's more complicated than anything you've ever made before, and I don't expect anyone to make a perfect potion. Still, The one who does the best will win the vial of Felix Felicity. Now, let's get started!"

"I don't understand what's the benefit of this." Jacqueline opened the book while pulling the cauldron in front of her. Her fingers ran across the ingredients of the potion, sliced ​​the sleepy beans, and got the juice.

Jacqueline raised her eyebrows. Instead of slicing, she used the knife to squeeze the sleepy beans.

"What are you doing?" Hermione clutched her Sleepy Bean tightly, cutting it angrily, while looking at Jacqueline, "The book says to slice it."

"No, the book says to extract the juice." Jacqueline retorted, "You have seen the medicinal materials in the cabinet in my room. This is a simple method I finally found out."

"But the book says..." insisted Hermione.

"But I got more juice than you." Jacqueline winked at Hermione, and she sneaked closer to Hermione, but the movement of her hands didn't stop, "Seriously, if you What do you want to do after you get the Felician?"

"I hope it can help me finish my thesis on ancient rune better," Hermione said while rolling up her sleeves, "What about you?"

"I don't want it," Jacqueline said and began to stir her cauldron, seven counterclockwise and one clockwise, her potion soon turned a faint pink, "I already have you."

Hermione's face was flushed, but it could have been from the heat from her cauldron. Her hair was getting more and more messy, but her potion was still purple and wouldn't change at all. "Why do you stir clockwise? It doesn't say that in the book."

"You have to understand the medicinal properties of all the medicinal materials you put in," Jacqueline said while continuing to move her hands. Her medicine has become shallower and weaker, just like water. "Turning it clockwise can better integrate the juice of the sleepy bean with other things and speed up its reaction."

"But the book says..." Hermione sounded hesitant.

"Okay, time .

Slughorn moved slowly between the tables, examining each cauldron in turn.He didn't make any comments, just stirred it occasionally, or leaned in to smell it.Finally, he reached the table of Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Jacqueline.He smiled wryly at the tar-like thing in Ron's cauldron, and nodded approvingly at Hermione's potion.But when he saw what was in Harry's cauldron, he had a look of incredible joy on his face.

He held the bottle of Felicia tightly, as if he wanted to hand it to Harry, but he glanced at Jacqueline's cauldron and couldn't help a wry smile.

Hermione's heart suddenly rose, and she subconsciously reached out to hold Jacqueline's arm.

He shouted to the dungeon class, "Excellent, excellent, Harry! You obviously inherited your mother's talent, and Lily was such a handy potion class! But," he squeezed his hands tightly. Bottle of Felix Felicity, "Jacqueline, another Graham, that's all I can say. Here, take it, I mean what I say, a bottle of Felix Felicia, use it!"

"Thank you, Professor." Jacqueline took the small bottle of golden liquid. She handed it to Hermione without looking at it. "But I don't need it. My girlfriend is enough for me."