HP meets at Hogwarts

During potions class in the afternoon, when Ann and Fanny came to the corridor outside the classroom, they saw only thirteen students standing scattered at the door.Among them were five Ravenclaw students and three Slytherin students. Malfoy was among them, and Goyle and Crabbe were absent.

Of course, Ann knew that Goyle and Crabbe's IQ would be a ghost.Beyond that are the Gryffindor four (the trio among them), and a Hufflepuff student, Ernie McMillan.

This time, it was not as lively as the potions class in the morning. Ernie greeted Ann after seeing her, although he kept his eyes on Fanny.

An Gang and Hermione spoke less than a few words, and the door of the underground classroom opened.Before the Slughorn showed his face, the big belly was already sticking out.The students filed into the classroom, his walrus mustache trembled on his smiling mouth, and he greeted Harry, Zabini, Ann and Fanny with enthusiasm.

Yes, he had made a point of speaking to Fanny as he passed the Slytherin table at lunch.Ann probably noticed it when he saw the afternoon class list in the morning.

Unlike the potions classes he had attended in the past, the underground classroom was already filled with steam and filled with all kinds of weird smells.Different potions were being brewed in several crucibles. An glanced over and recognized Compound Potion, Veritaserum, Love Potion, and Felicia?

Ann raised his eyebrows and glanced at Harry. It seems that he will restrain himself today. This is one of the protagonist's tricks.

The classrooms were transformed into square tables, four Ravenclaw students sat at a table, and four Gryffindors sat at a table.Ann responded by pulling Fanny to a table next to Hermione, so that she and Hermione were only separated by a small passageway.

Ernie and a Ravenclaw student who came out alone looked at each other, and quickly sat down opposite them.And Malfoy and the other two Slytherin students had to sit at a table.

But it seemed that the two Slytherin students were a little bit reconciled, they were a little bit far away from Ann and Fanny just now.

Fanny sniffed the air and said to Ann, "It smells so good here..."

Only then did An realize that the place where they were sitting was the closest to a golden cauldron, and the potion of love was brewed in the crucible.

"There, there, now," 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, we didn't expect to be able to do 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 corner storage cabinet, groped in it for a while, and produced two tattered copies of Advanced Potion-Making by Libasio Borage, and two sets of dim The faded scales were handed to Harry and Ron together.

"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.An probe took a look and recognized that it was Veritaserum.When she turned her head to look at Hermione, the other's hand had already been raised.

Ann curved a smile.

Slughorn pointed at her, motioning for Hermione to get up and answer the question.

"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 the Ravenclaw table, "this one is more famous... and it's been highlighted in some of the Ministry's pamphlets lately... 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 powerful love potion in the world!" said Hermione.

"Exactly! I suppose you recognized it by its characteristic mother-of-pearl sheen?"

"And its characteristic spiral of steam," said Hermione with interest, "and, it smells differently, depending on what each person likes best. I can smell freshly mowed grass, new parchment, and—”

Hermione blushed suddenly and glanced at Ann.Ann looked like she was expecting Hermione to continue talking.

"And the smell of wood and grass in the forest, the scent of violets..."

Fanny touched Ann with her elbow with a smile on her face. Ann smiled calmly, but looked at Hermione with affection in her eyes, which made Hermione even more embarrassed.

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

"Hermione Granger, sir."

"Granger? Granger? Are you related to Hetok 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.

"Of course, love potions don't really create love. Love can't be made or faked. No, the potion can only cause intense infatuation or obsession. It's probably the most dangerous and powerful thing in this classroom." Potion - yes, yes," he nodded gravely at Malfoy and Nott (sixth year Slytherins), who were sneering suspiciously, "after you've had as much experience in life as I have. , you won't underestimate the power of the infatuation of the demon..."

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

"Sir, you haven't told us what's in it," Ernie MacMillan said, 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.

"Ho!" said Slughorn again. "By the way, I haven't said that yet. Ladies and gentlemen, that thing is a most peculiar little potion called Felix Elixir. I think," he turned around with a smile and let out a cry of surprise. Called Hermione, "Surely you know what Felix Elixir does, Miss Granger?"

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

"Quite right, ten points for Gryffindor. Yes, it's a curious little potion—Felix Felicia," said Slughorn, "so complicated to brew that if you get it wrong, The consequences are disastrous. However, if cooked properly, as in this cauldron, you will find that whatever you do will succeed... at least until the effects of the medicine wear off."

"Then why don't people drink it all day, sir?" Teri Bute 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 taken occasionally, sparingly and sparingly..."

"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.

Ann looked at Hermione's eager expression, thinking about whether to win the game later and give Hermione the Felix Elixir, but she dismissed the idea in the next second, and Hermione would definitely not accept it then , if she likes it, maybe I can make a dose and give it to her.Ann narrowed her eyes and looked at the small black cauldron on the podium.

"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 day to night, whatever you do, you will have auspicious stars shining brightly.

"However, I must remind you that Felix is ​​forbidden in organized competitions...such as sports competitions, examinations or elections. Therefore, those who get the prizes can only use them on ordinary days...and wait Watch how that ordinary day will turn out to be 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!"

There was only a harsh scratching sound, everyone pulled the crucible in front of them, and then there was the sound of weights being placed on the balance with a bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, weight put on the balance. Simple.Because she made the living hell decoction several times last semester, to test the difference between different doses of advanced magic plants and the properties of the potion.

Ann glanced at Harry. Judging by his expression, he should have discovered the mystery in the book.Then Ann glanced at Hermione, who was engrossed in her cauldron.

Seriously Hermione is so pretty.Ann stared at Hermione in a daze until Fanny poked Ann.

"It's class now..." Fanny muttered helplessly.

"Okay..." An shrugged, looked away, started flipping through the book, and put materials into his crucible.

But while reading the book, An Bian secretly complained in his heart, there are too many mistakes in this textbook, right?What year was this published?Which publishing house?Don't even check it?And did Slughorn actually turn the book?The effects of some magic plants are not right at all... But it seems that I didn't read it when I bought it... In the past few years, I have read either the books and notes of the family or the manuscripts of some masters...

Casually throwing materials into the cauldron, Ann secretly glanced at Hermione.

"Well, it's time . . .!" cried Slughorn. "Please stop stirring!"

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.

Walking up to Ann and Fanny's table, he nodded approvingly at Fanny and Ann's cauldron.Then he went to the Gryffindor table again, and when he saw Hermione's potion, his reaction was similar to that of Ann and Fanny, but when he saw the contents of Harry's cauldron, his face showed Surprised look.

"The undisputed winner!" he shouted to the dungeon class. "Brilliant, Harry! Gosh, you've clearly inherited your mother's talent, Lily was so clever in Potions! Here, take it - I mean what I say, I will give you a bottle of Felix Elixir, make good use of it!"

Malfoy's face was full of exasperation, the rest of the room was mostly dumbfounded, and Hermione looked disappointed.

"How did you do that?" Ron asked Harry as soon as they left the dungeon.

"Probably luck..." said Harry.

Hermione was flipping through "Advanced Potion Making" as she walked, seemingly still thinking about what step she did wrong.Ann reached out and snapped the Hermione book shut.

Putting the book into Hermione's schoolbag, Ann reached out and hugged Hermione, "It's the end of get out of class now, and reading while walking is bad for eyesight—"

"But…"

"If you want to know which step you did wrong, you can't see it just by reading the book. You have completed every step verbatim according to the book. However, as long as you want, I can take you to the greenhouse tomorrow In my small laboratory, you can practice there a few more times, after all, potion making requires practice to make true knowledge."

"Little laboratory?" Hermione exclaimed, "Ann? Dumbledore agreed?"

"What small laboratory?" Ron asked with a confused face.

"It's just that I used to have a workbench in the greenhouse. I want to upgrade it and turn it into a laboratory that integrates potion making and magic plant testing. Professor Sprout promised to put a workbench next to the first greenhouse. Lend me the utility room, as long as Dumbledore agrees."

"Dumbledore really agrees with your transformation plan?" Fanny still asked in disbelief.

"Making potions? Isn't it enough to have a cauldron? You can find an empty classroom or the toilet where Myrtle stays..." Ron was interrupted by Fanny in the middle of speaking.

"Cough...Although it is said that as long as there is a crucible, potions can be made, but many potions need to control the dosage, temperature and other factors, and some potions are quite dangerous, so a laboratory is still necessary." Fanny Said, turning to Ann again, "Can I visit your little laboratory tonight?"

Hermione was glad that Fanny interrupted Ron in time, otherwise she would have guessed that Ron would have blurted out about the second-year Polyjuice Potion. Thinking of this, she remembered what happened in the Slytherin common room that night.

Scratching her head, Ann said, "After dinner, I'll take a look. I think Professor Sprout has already set up the workbench for me, but some protective spells must not be done yet. But it's still a good idea to make the Potion of Living Hell." OK."

The author has something to say:

The May Day holiday is over, how are you doing?Anyway, the author went to the country for a trip, and he slept until he woke up naturally every day, and the air was super good.Feel great!