Professor, please pay the debt

Harry was in a relaxed mood, and had a sense of the greatest white wizard being anything but pleasant, so he listened to Hermione and added milk to his porridge until Hermione finished and Ron's mouth After he was vacated, he asked, "What class did Ron take?"

"I only took Defense Against the Dark Arts, Muggle Studies and Divination," said Ron.

"Why did you choose Muggle Studies?" The part of Harry's mind that belonged to the Dark Lord was asking this question, so his tone was full of reproach... What kind of Muggle does a blood wizard study?

"Because I like to modify Muggle items, just like my dad..." Ron noticed Harry's displeasure, and he explained in a little haste: "Didn't you also say that flying cars are very exciting?"

—and that was before it threw me into a spider's nest.

"I really can't expect you boys to have a sense of time!" Hermione stood up and put her schoolbag on her shoulders, glaring at the two boys who were busy eating and bickering, "There are 2 minutes to go to class, and this is our first semester of this semester." A Potions lesson..."

Before Harry and Ron could react, they exchanged a bewildered look, then turned to look at Hermione together, as if to say: so what?

Hermione was so angry that she was speechless, she said: "I'm going to class!" Then she shook her head and walked away... Only then did the two boys realize that they were going to be late!

Harry grabbed his schoolbag and chased after him, but Ron had nothing in his hand, and he yelled as he chased, "I haven't prepared anything, what should I do?"

"Who cares about you!" said Hermione sharply as she ran.

"Since McGonagall is forcing you to add extra classes, she should prepare something for you," Harry said.

"Huh - she's got me a mail-order brochure," said Ron angrily.

At this time, the three of them had already reached the entrance of the cellar, and were running towards the spiral staircase with no side to see at the fastest speed. "Harry, you should use honorifics for the professor!" Hermione said.

"She didn't do a great job today!" Ron complained.

"McGonagall told you to take the same classes as me?" Harry asked, and this was his concern.

"No! But I'll see when I check your timetable," said Ron.

"Your timetables are different, Harry has ancient runes, but you don't," Hermione said.

"That's because I don't know a single rune!" said Ron.

They went round and round up the stairs, sprinting as fast as they could, and still arguing, which left them out of breath by the time they reached their destination. Harry was better, after a summer vacation. Stronger than their two friends from exercise, Ron and Hermione both leaned against the wall and bent over, gasping for breath.There are other students outside the classroom door, and everyone stares at them.

"Hello..." The door of the Potions classroom opened just a second after the three of them arrived, and Slughorn's fat body stood there, with a kind smile on his chubby face , "I am your new teacher, Professor Slughorn... Since you are all here, come in."

Harry walked into the Potions classroom with everyone, and he noticed that there had been obvious changes in this classroom. Those annoying pictures that described the tragic torment of wizards by various poisons had disappeared, and new ones had been replaced on the walls. The pattern on it looked like a pattern of vines, but Harry recognized it as a magic circle that freshened the air.

The tables and chairs in the classroom have also changed. The original rows of tables have become four large rectangular tables. The podium is covered with mist, and four large cauldrons are vaguely steaming...

"Come to the front, boys, I'm going to show you something nice..." Slughorn led everyone to the side of the podium, and instructed everyone to circle around the podium.

Harry had the opportunity to observe the students in the Potions Improvement Class. There were only a dozen students in this class, and Slytherins accounted for a small half. Among them was Abrax's grandson—

Draco was glaring at Harry across the podium, and Harry reminded himself again that he had to get Lucius out quickly and tell him to discipline his son.

There were only three of them in Gryffindor House, and the rest were Ravenclaw and a Hufflepuff student, Ernie McMillan - who was also a member of the DA.

It seems that Snape is not a successful teacher, heh, someone who sprays venom like him is not suitable for this profession at all!

"Oh——" Ron seemed to want to speak, but he couldn't speak a complete word, so he was held back, because Slughorn was about to speak at this time...

"There are four cauldrons here, and each cauldron contains an exquisite potion. They are very famous, but they are also very difficult to make. Some wizards can't make a decent thing in their entire lives.

You may not have seen it, but you must have heard of it. After you finish my advanced class, each of you can make something like this.Now, can anyone tell me what is in this pot in front of me? "

In front of Slughorn was a pot of what looked like water, and Harry knew it was Veritaserum.

He wouldn't rush to speak, though, because he knew Hermione was an expert at answering questions.

Sure enough, only Hermione raised her hand in the class, and Slughorn glanced at Harry, as if regretting that Harry didn't get the first answer, but Harry was indifferent, so he had to ask Hermione to answer .

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

"Very well, you are very correct, but I need to add that Veritaserum has very serious side effects, especially for minors, and they must be used under the control of the Ministry of Magic...Okay, let's look at the second A potion..."

When Harry approached the second cauldron, he smelled two completely different scents, one was a faint herbal scent, like Snape's smell, and the other was honey cake just out of the oven. That hot, sweet smell, Harry loved both, the former craving him, the latter warming him.

Hermione raised her hand again, and she accurately stated the name, function and characteristics of this potion.

"This is a love potion. It is a powerful love potion, but it has a time limit. Once you stop taking it, the love will disappear...

Its signature is very distinct, the luster of mother-of-pearl, the spiraling steam, and it smells different from person to person, everyone can smell their favorite smell, I smell fresh parchment .And...well, something else. "

Hermione blushed and refused to continue, and Harry guessed that she might have smelled Ron's stinky socks, and then was disgusted by the thought.

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

"Hermione Granger, sir."

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

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

Draco sneered, Ron glared at him angrily, but Slughorn turned a blind eye to them, only Hermione in his eyes——

Although it may make people ambiguous to say this, it is true. Slughorn seemed to have discovered a new treasure, his eyes were focused and eager, "I have taught a Muggle-born girl before, she One of my top students, when she graduated from Hogwarts with A's in all subjects, all! I'm sure you will be too, smart girl!"

After Slughorn finished speaking, he glanced at Harry inadvertently. Of course, Harry understood that Slughorn's "one of the best students" was referring to Lily Potter, the mother of the Savior. Harry should have expressed his thanks to the professor, but Harry couldn't bring it up, he just nodded at the professor perfunctorily.