Hogwarts: I'm a model wizard

"That's nice, Harry..."

In the Potions class after Halloween, Slughorn looked at the cauldron in front of Harry with a look of surprise on his face.

"The color is perfect, and the taste is impeccable. I can guarantee that even a person as irritable as a fire dragon will become calm after taking three drops of the demulcent you brewed."

"Thank you for the compliment, sir." Harry couldn't hide his excitement and asked, "So, am I qualified?"

"Qualified? Are you kidding!" Slughorn said in an exaggerated voice, "This is a perfect potion. There is no doubt that Gryffindor gets ten points!"

Harry almost jumped with excitement. This was the first time in six years that he had received extra points in Potions class. For a moment, when he looked at Slughorn, he felt that he was more pleasing to the eye.

"I've known for a long time that you must have inherited your mother's excellent potion talent, but Severus didn't help you dig it out." Slughorn said with a smile, "Keep up the hard work, I look forward to your next class. Performance."

Harry nodded vigorously.

Next to her, Hermione let out a cold snort from her nostrils.

Her potion was also finished, but it was a little lighter in color than Harry's.

Originally this was not a problem, but after comparison, this insignificant shortcoming of hers was infinitely magnified.

Slughorn glanced at her cauldron without any comment, said something good and left.

This made Hermione even angrier.

"You're cheating!" Hermione said stiffly after class, "You shouldn't continue to read that notebook."

"This is just a notebook, how can it be considered cheating..." Harry retorted: "And it turns out that there is no problem with the steps above."

"But you didn't do it alone."

"But you also read the textbook. Does it make any difference?" Ron also spoke to Harry.

"Think about that Connor Prince, the youngest member of the Association of Extraordinary Apothecaries. How could there be something wrong with the notes that even she agreed with."

"But..." Hermione wanted to say something else.

"Wait a minute Hermione, are you jealous of Kyle?" Ron's voice rose slightly.

"Why should I be jealous of him!" Hermione couldn't help shouting.

"Of course I'm jealous that his grades are better than yours, and that he has discovered so many little tricks that you don't know about."

Seeing Hermione's reaction, Ron became more certain of his guess. "I say, you should give it a try. After all, the content in the book was written by other wizards. Maybe in a few years, these tips will also appear in the book.

"Remember what Kyle said before? "Advanced Potion Making" has not been revised for a long time, and many of the steps above are outdated."

Hermione took a few deep breaths and said nothing.

Ron just assumed that she knew she was in the wrong and didn't care, and continued to discuss the contents of the note with Harry.

"It's really strange. I obviously followed what was written in the notes, but why is the result not as good as yours?"

"That's because you weren't attentive enough." Harry said, "The size of the flame when brewing the potion is also important. I remember you poured the moonstone powder into the crucible and then went to chat with Seamus. You completely forgot to adjust the fire. It’s a small step.”

"That seems to be the case...but why didn't you remind me then?"

"I just realized it."

"Forget it, it's just a small problem." Ron said with a smile: "Tell me, if I continue to brew the potion according to the contents in the notes, will Professor Slughorn also invite me at Christmas? I’m going to his party.”

"Definitely," said Harry.

Although his intuition told him that one or two excellent Potions class results could not change Slughorn's view of Ron, his intuition told him that it was better not to displease Ron at this time.

After receiving Harry's affirmative answer, Ron became even more excited and couldn't help but raise his voice a lot.

"I'm glad, Weasley. Do you think that getting Slughorn's invitation means you are also a celebrity?"

A cold voice came from behind a few people, "You can get a stupid scar on your head, and maybe you will be as popular as Potter with scar-obsessed people."

There was a burst of laughter all around.

"We didn't seem to be talking to you, Malfoy." Harry said with a stern face: "I noticed that you were not at the last ball. What, you were not invited?"

"It could also be that Professor Slughorn doesn't know the Malfoy family." Ron said arrogantly next to him.

"Do you think you are funny?" Malfoy's face turned cold instantly. "Even if he wants to invite me, I will not go to his stupid and boring ball."

"You are just envious of us." Ron curled his lips, "You must be crazy with jealousy."

"I envy you?"

Malfoy seemed to be insulted and said viciously: "You probably don't know, Weasley, that our family holds a dance every Christmas...

"Oh, I forgot, you must not know, because the guests we invite are all upper-class people, and it is impossible for pure-blooded scum like your family to receive invitations."

Malfoy turned his gaze to Hermione again, "Of course, even the Mudbloods can't step into my house..."

"Shut up, you bastard!" Harry clenched his fists and was about to rush over to beat Malfoy, but was hugged tightly by Hermione behind him.

"Don't do this Harry, you will be expelled if the professor sees you!" Hermione persuaded loudly.

"I don't care!" Harry waved his fist, "Let me go Hermione, I will beat him today!"

Hermione turned a deaf ear and still dragged him.

Ron on the other side was also stopped by several other Gryffindor students, preventing him from running past.

It's not that they don't dare to cause trouble, the main reason is that Malfoy is not alone now. He has Crabbe and Goyle beside him.

Those two big guys looked like young trolls, and Ron would definitely suffer a loss if he went there.

Malfoy on the other side also sneered after seeing this. Now that Crabbe and Goyle were there, and there were a group of Slytherins around, he was not afraid at all.

However, just when Malfoy was about to taunt him again, a balloon filled with liquid suddenly fell from the sky and hit him directly on the head.

The hair that had been carefully taken care of was soaked in an instant, and dark brown liquid dripped down his hair, accompanied by a strong sour smell.

"This is vinegar..."

The people around him subconsciously covered their noses and stayed away from him. Even Crabbe and Goyle took a small step back.

Malfoy was stunned, standing there in a daze.

"Ho ho ho... do you like this new hairstyle... ho ho ho..."

At this time, there was a burst of piercing laughter in the air. Peeves covered his stomach and laughed forward and back.

"Well done, Peeves!" Harry shouted from below.