Harry Potter and Shafik

Chapter 132 Professor Slughorn's Potions Lesson

After presiding over the chief students for the new Slytherin freshmen, Professor Snape returned to his office with a face as cold as liquid nitrogen without saying a word, except for the new Slytherin dean Professor Lingxu stayed.

"What I want to tell you is that we Slytherins are famous for being pure-blooded, but this does not mean that we can discriminate against students of mixed blood and Muggle origin. The Slytherin honor roll has never had the name of the noseless monster, If the founders of the four academies were only because of their bloodlines, it would be impossible for them to establish a school together. In this regard, what I want to say is, don’t be proud and complacent because of pure bloodliness. Wizards are too self-closing in a small corner. It's been a long time! And the Muggles outside our world are already much stronger than us! Wizards can't close their doors, they must open their doors to live in peace with Muggles. This is the next step in the wizarding world!" Hilbert returned after speaking After returning to his seat, Taoist Lingxu stood in the center and said to the freshmen, "I hope you can live in peace with the students from the other three colleges and become friends. It is not a shame to make friends with Muggles."

Nothing to say all night, each sleeps peacefully.

Students who pass the OWLs score need to take NEWTs improvement courses.Only by passing the exam can you get the wizard certificate issued by Hogwarts and successfully graduate from Hogwarts.Then stay where it is cool.

After breakfast, Hilbert and the others were still sitting in their seats, waiting for Professor McGonagall to come down from the staff table.The work of distributing class schedules this semester is more complicated than usual. Professor McGonagall must first ensure that each student's OWLs scores meet the requirements before he can continue to study the NEWTs improvement class he chose.

Hermione's courses were immediately decided, and she would continue to study Charms, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration, Herbalism, Arithmancy, Ancient Runes, and Potions.She didn't delay any longer, and immediately rushed to the first ancient rune lesson.Neville's situation was a little more complicated.Professor McGonagall was looking down at his application, Neville's round face full of anxiety as he checked his OWLs.

"Herbology, very good," she said, "OWLs 'Excellent', Mrs Sprout will be delighted to see you back. Defense Against the Dark Arts 'Good' and eligible for further electives. The problem is Transfiguration. I'm sorry, Longbottom, but a 'pass' is not good enough for NEWTs in Transfiguration, and I'm afraid you might not be able to keep up." Neville hung his head.Professor McGonagall looked at him through the square lenses of his glasses.

"Why did you keep taking Transfiguration? I don't think you particularly like it." Neville looked sad and muttered something like "my grandma made me learn it". "Oh," said Professor McGonagall with a snort, "your grandma finally knows how to be proud of her grandson instead of always thinking that her grandson should be better - especially after what happened at the Ministry of Magic ’ Neville’s face flushed, his eyes blinking in confusion.Professor McGonagall had never praised him before.

"I'm sorry, Longbottom, I can't let you into my advanced class. However, I see that your Charms grade is 'good' - why don't you apply for the advanced class in Charms?" "My grandma thinks Taking Charms class is to save trouble," Neville muttered. "However, your parents are magic spell geniuses. Professor Flitwick once taught them, and their talent for magic spells amazed Professor Flitwick. If the sense of admiration in your heart has not faded, then you should inherit your parents Let’s take Charms.” Professor McGonagall said, “I’m going to write a letter to Augusta to remind her that just because she failed the OWLs in Charms, it doesn’t mean that this subject is not worth learning. .” Seeing the unbelievably happy expression on Neville’s face, Professor McGonagall tapped on a blank class schedule with the tip of his wand, and handed it to Neville, which had been filled out in detail with what he was going to take this semester. class. Then, Professor McGonagall turned to Parvati Patil. Patil's first question was whether that pretty centaur, Firenze, was still teaching divination this year. "He and Professor Trelawney Shared divination class this year. There was a trace of displeasure in Professor McGonagall's tone. Everyone knew that she always looked down on divination classes. "Professor Trelawney is teaching the sixth grade class. Five minutes later, Parvati headed dejectedly to her divination class.

Hilbert and Daphne stepped forward together, "Professor McGonagall, we are still the same as before. In addition to the compulsory courses, the optional courses are protection of magical animals, Chinese studies, and..."

"Shafik, Greengrass, you should only focus on the subjects you are good at. Let me see... my God! You guys, you all got O in the OWLs last year! Well, just follow the two of you Arrange it."

Hilbert looked at the class schedule. The first period was Defense Against the Dark Arts class. The two packed up their textbooks and notes and went to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

Hermione was already lined up outside the classroom, holding a pile of heavy books in her arms, looking abused.

"Lots of homework for Runes," she said anxiously, as Harry and Ron joined her in the queue, "a fifteen-inch essay, two translations, and Wednesday Read so many books!"

"Bad luck," said Ron, yawning.

"You just wait," said Hermione angrily, "I bet Snape will give us a lot of homework too."

While she was speaking, the classroom door opened and Snape stepped 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.Hilbert took a peek at the classroom, which was branded with the godfather's own personality traits.The curtains were drawn tightly, and the light was dimmer than usual with only the dim light from the candles.There were previously unseen drawings on the walls, many of people in pain, grisly wounds and bizarrely twisted body parts.After the students sat down, no one spoke, and all turned their heads to look at the eerie pictures on the wall. "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 you will pay close attention." His dark eyes swept across 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. You are dealing with something unpredictable and indestructible." "So your defenses," said Snape, raising his voice slightly, "must also be like yours." The Dark Arts are as flexible and innovative as the Dark Arts that have to be dealt with. These drawings," he pointed to a few as he walked, "illustrate the situation of the victims, say, of the Cruciatus Curse," (he waved pointing to a witch who is clearly screaming in pain) "felt the kiss of a dementor," (a warlock huddled in a corner, eyes lost) "or was attacked by an Inferi," (a pool of blood on the ground). "So, have people actually seen an Inferi?" Parvati 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'll use them again. Well..." He walked around to the other side of the room again towards the lectern, black robed Swinging behind him, the eyes of the whole class followed him again. "...I think you are quite new to the use of silent spells. What good are silent spells?" Hermione immediately raised her hand.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."

Harry was miserable. He was grouped with Hilbert again, and Harry whispered the spell, just not amplifying it.As expected, at ten minutes into the class, Hermione managed to repel Neville's whispered Weak Legs without saying a word.And Hilbert didn't wave his wand and easily disarmed Harry's wand.

"Casting spells silently, casting spells without a staff! Look, this is the excellent level of Slytherin! Forty points for Slytherin!"

After class, an owl delivered Harry a roll of parchment, sent by Dumbledore.

Dear Harry:
I'm going to start giving you private lessons this Saturday.Please come to my office at eight o'clock in the evening.Hope you enjoyed your first day of school.

your faithful
Albus Dumbledore

And: I like sour soda.

Hermione went to arithmetic and divination Harry and Ron stayed in the dormitory to complete the homework left by Snape (Slytherin had no homework at all!) Hilbert and Daphne went to the care of magical animals class taught by the new Gandalf went.

It is said that many people went there.

"Come closer, boys, I'm your new Care of Magical Creatures professor Gandalf! I'm introducing you to a new animal today. Come and come with me."

"This is a Zouwu! It was borrowed by Principal Dumbledore from Mr. Newt Scamander." Gan Gellert Dove said, gritting his teeth.

"What's wrong with him?" Daphne looked at Professor Gandalf who was gnashing his teeth and asked Hilbert. "He has a toothache."

At this time, a voice appeared.

""Shan Hai Jing Hainei Bei Jing" wrote: "In the Lin family, there is a rare beast, as big as a tiger, with five harvests, and a tail longer than the body. It is called Zou Wu, and it can travel thousands of miles a day. "Also known as Zōu yú, the benevolent beast in ancient times, the beast that is not dead will not eat.

Its interpretation is: there is a rare beast in Lin's country, which is about the size of a tiger. The tiger has a long head, white hair and black stripes, and its tail is longer than the body.It has a gentle temperament, five-color markings on its body, and a longer tail than its body. Its name is Zouwu, and it can travel thousands of miles a day.Can't bear to step on the grass and don't eat live animals.Therefore, it is regarded as a symbol of benevolence.Where did Newt Scamander get our Chinese animals, this thing was confiscated! "

Taoist Lingxu waved his left hand, and the Qiankun bag opened automatically, and an ancient book made of bamboo slips appeared, sucking Zouwu into it.The three big characters on the scroll clearly read "Shan Hai Jing".

Gandalf had no choice but to take everyone to see the animals they recognized. They went deep into the Forbidden Forest and saw many beautiful scenery they had never seen before. In a word, Professor Gandalf's first class on the protection of magical animals was very successful. .

After a simple lunch, it was time for Professor Horace Slughorn's first potions class.

They followed the familiar path to the dungeon, which had been Snape's exclusive use for a long time.

They came to the corridor outside the classroom and saw only twelve or thirteen students came to the improvement class.Obviously, Crabbe and Goyle's OWLs did not meet the requirements, but six Slytherin students passed the exam, and Draco-Ma Tianlong was among them.There were four other Ravenclaws and one Hufflepuff—Ernie MacMillan, who was so conceited and arrogant that Hilbert looked down on him at all.

The door of the dungeon opened, and before Slughorn showed up, the big belly was already sticking out.The students filed into the classroom, his walrus beard trembled on his smiling mouth, and he greeted Harry and Hilbert as well as Daphne and Blaise with great enthusiasm.

Unlike usual, the underground classroom was already filled with steam and filled with all kinds of weird smells.Hilbert, Daphne, Draco, and Blaise walked past the large bubbling cauldrons, smelling them with interest.Six Slytherins sat at a table, as did four Ravenclaws.So Harry, Ron and Hermione had to sit with Ernie.They chose the table closest to a golden cauldron from which was emitting a burst of fragrance.The smell of this potion reminded Hilbert of the deodorant he smelled on Daphne when he was in the fourth school year, the rose-flavored bath liquid he used to bathe Aleena Lina when he was a child, and the honey filling made by his mother. cake.He found himself breathing in slowly and deeply, the smell of the potion filled his body like alcohol, and a great sense of satisfaction slowly came over him.He grinned at Daphne, and Daphne smiled lazily at him.

"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 so does Ron - because, well, 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 Lebasius Pollage, and two The faded set of scales was 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?"

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 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.

Hilbert also recognized the slowly bubbling mud-like thing in the second cauldron, and he remembered that in the second year, the three of Harroch stole it from Snape's potion storage room. Time for potions...

"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!"

"How did you tell?"

"Recognizable by its characteristic mother-of-pearl sheen and its characteristic spiral of steam," said Hermione with interest.

"Very well, can you tell me your name?" Horace asked.

"Hermione Granger, sir."

"Miss Granger, please tell me all the information about the Love Potion."

"It's the most powerful love potion in the world!" said Hermione, "and it smells differently, depending on what each person likes best. I can smell freshly mowed grass, new parchment, And spearmint toothpaste..."

"Yes. Very good, twenty points for Gryffindor!" Horace said happily clapping his hands.

"Of course, love potions don't really create love. Love is impossible to create or fake. No, the potion can only cause intense infatuation or infatuation. That's probably the most dangerous and powerful thing in this classroom." It's a potion for you—yes, that's right," he nodded gravely at Malfoy and Nott, who were sneering suspiciously, "you won't underestimate China when you've had as much life experience as I have. How powerful is the infatuation of the devil...

"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.

"It's a bliss potion, or a potion of luck. It brings good luck to people. It's very complicated to brew. If you make a mistake, the consequences will be disastrous. However, if you brew it properly, like the one in this cauldron, you will Discover that you will succeed in whatever you do...at least until the drug wears off. But overdosed and it leads to dizziness, recklessness and dangerous hubris. You know too much of a good thing can be bad...too much and It is very toxic. But if you take it carefully and sparingly once in a while..." Hilbert said holding his textbook.He didn't turn the page at all, the words came out of his mouth like a faucet, and Horace Slughorn clapped his hands again and said loudly, "Yes! Exactly, Slytherin three very!"

"Have you ever taken it, sir?" Michael Corner asked with great interest. "Twice in my life," Slughorn said, "once at age 24 and once at age 57. Two scoops with breakfast. Those two days were perfect." He stared dreamily far away.Whether he was acting or not, the effect was seductive.

"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 day to night, whatever you do, you will be blessed with good fortune. However, I must remind you that Felix is ​​forbidden in organized competitions...? such as sports competitions, exams or elections. Therefore, get Prizes, you can only use it on an ordinary day...and wait to see how extraordinary that ordinary day will become"

"So how do we get it, Professor?" Daphne asked.

"How can I win this wonderful prize from me? Well, please turn to page ten of "Advanced Potion-Making". We still have more than an hour, and you will use this time to brew a good life and death water ( strong sleeping pills). I know, this is more complicated than anything you've ever done before, and I don't expect anyone to make a perfect potion. However, whoever does it the best will win the vial of Felicia .Okay, let's get started!"

Hilbert didn't open the book. His talent for potions was innate, and with the guidance of a master of potions, Severus Snape, it was no problem to prepare a powerful sleeping pill.He knew, because the godfather said that the current formula of powerful sleeping pills was wrong, and he also knew that his godfather had improved the formula.And he also knows the recipe!

Everyone is constantly watching what the other students are doing, which is both a strength and a weakness in Potions, it's hard not to let people see what you're doing. Ten minutes later, the entire classroom was filled with light blue vapor.Needless to say, Hermione seemed to be making the most progress.Her potion was already very close to that "well-mixed, tea-brown liquid," which the book said was the ideal state for a potion when it was half boiled.

Hilbert slowly cut the valerian root while recalling his godfather's recipe, and then added it in. Hilbert carefully selected two high-quality sleepy beans from the jar containing the stored sleepy beans, "use Squeezing the side of the silver knife makes it easier to squeeze out the juice than slicing it." Hilbert recalled the treatment of Sleepy Beans in Godfather Snape's recipe.

Hilbert squeezed Sleepy Bean with the side of the dagger.Unexpectedly, the beans immediately ooze a lot of juice, he quickly put the juice into his crucible, the potion immediately turned into the light snow blue color mentioned in the book, Hilbert added the bean juice and stirred counterclockwise for seven Then stir clockwise again.The effect was immediate, and the potion immediately turned a light pink.

"Hill? How did you do it?" Daphne asked.The heat from her cauldron made her flushed and her hair matted.Her potion was still purple, and she refused to change it at all.

"After adding soybean milk, stir counterclockwise seven times, then clockwise again."

Daphne: "..."

Over the table Ron kept cursing under his breath, and his potion looked like thin licorice.Hilbert glanced around the classroom and saw that Harry's potion had turned a light color like his.He was surprised that Harry had never shown such an interest in potions, which had never happened before in the dungeon.Could this have something to do with Godfather Snape?

"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.Finally, he reached the table of Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ernie.He smiled wryly at the tar-like thing in Ron's cauldron, and walked past Ernie's pot of blue concoction.Seeing Hermione's potion, he nodded approvingly.

But when he saw what was in Harry's cauldron, he had a look of incredible joy on his face.

"The undisputed winner!" he shouted to the dungeon class. "Excellent, excellent, Harry! My God, you obviously inherited your mother's talent, Lily was in Potions class." Such ingenuity! Here, take it—I mean what I say, and I will give you a bottle of Felix Felix, and make good use of it!"

"Professor! Please come over here and take a look at Hilbert's potion!" Daphne shouted loudly.

"Let me see, oh! Merlin's beard! This is so perfect! Better than Harry Potter's potion! Have you improved the recipe?"

"Yes, professor, adding a small spoonful of dragon tooth powder and thunderbird feathers to the original base can improve the cold and heat resistance of the potion and make it easier to preserve!" Hilbert replied respectfully and politely.

Horace took the Felix Elixir from Harry's hand and handed it to Hilbert.Hilbert glanced at Harry's face full of annoyance, and Hermione and Ron looked at him with angry expressions, thinking that he had stolen Harry's honor, but he didn't take it to heart.Instead, he turned around and took out a small glass bottle, poured out a little potion and handed it to Harry Potter. "This is what you deserve."

"thanks."

"Excellent! Thirty points for Slytherin!"

"How did you do it?" Daphne asked Hilbert as they left the dungeon.

"Probably luck." Hilbert said and stopped Draco, "Draco, I'll give you the rest, I don't need this, you can use it well." Hilbert put The potion was stuffed into Draco's hand, then he patted him on the shoulder and winked at him before taking Daphne back to do her homework.

"I will definitely, I will not let you down!" Draco whispered, watching Hilbert's footsteps going away.

(End of this chapter)