[HP] The Seven Deadly Sins

"It's a pleasure to meet you, boy!" Slughorn gestured to Harry and Neville to sit down, "I should introduce you, but I think you all know - don't you? This is Blaise Zabini, you are in the same grade, this is Cormac McLaggen, and Marcus Belby, and this lady, she said she knew you." Pointing to Ginny, "Of course, there is also Miss Marie Flamel, you must be very familiar with Harry. I read the Daily Prophet two years ago." He winked at Harry.

Mary chuckled and said nothing.Harry, too, was embarrassed to keep the matter vague.

But Blaise sneered, and mercilessly exposed the truth: "It's a pity, Professor. In fact, Lemay just broke up with Porter this summer."

"Oh, oh...is that so?" Slughorn looked unsure whether to describe it as annoyed or embarrassed.

Harry opened his mouth, but finally closed it, and Neville and Ginny looked at them in bewilderment.

"There will always be many such unavoidable little embarrassments in life." Mary shook the cup in her hand and dismissed the matter lightly, "My grandpa told me about you, Slughorn Professor, do you remember that when you were teaching at Hogwarts, Hogwarts arranged for a pantomime one year ago? It was "Fountain of Fortune", and that scene was really embarrassing even thinking about it."

"Oh, yes." Slughorn was visibly relieved. "Has your grandfather ever told you about me, Mary? Sure, I'm not gifted at alchemy like Dumbledore, but... ..."

He quickly put the incident between Mary and Harry behind him, and chatted with Mary so passionately that he almost forgot about Harry.

Harry already knew that Mary had a mouth that could coax anyone into a rapture if she wanted to, but this was the first time he had seen Mary's smooth tongue, because there were very few people who could please Mary before. indivual.

Mary's seemingly unintentional flattery completely satisfied Slughorn's vanity. She probably really heard something about Slughorn from Nicole Flamel, otherwise she couldn't explain why she could So clear about those decades, and even Mary, she caught Slughorn's liking a little too quickly.

Slughorn had hosted the small gathering, and he had been posing as a moderator, but both Harry and Blaise knew it was always Mary who had the rhythm of the conversation.She pretended to be open-minded, listened to Slughorn boast about his untrue - at least exaggerated - deeds, made some supplements, showed appropriate admiration, and would not be desolate. other people.Harry, Neville, Blaise, Michaela, Belby and even Ginny are all taken care of by her, fully showing everyone's personality, but when they want to talk about themselves in depth, As long as she smiled lightly and inserted a few words seemingly casually, she regained her right to speak.

And judging from that familiar performance, Mary is definitely an old hand at doing this kind of thing.

Before he knew it, a glowing red sunset appeared outside the car window, and Slughorn blinked suddenly.

"Oops, it's getting late, you all go back and change. You must come to my next party, Mary. And McLaggen, don't forget to ask me to borrow that Giant Tail book. Harry, Blaise, you can come to me anytime too. And you of course, Miss." He winked at Ginny again.

"I will, Professor." Mary smiled. "I am looking forward to your class this year. I believe I will benefit a lot from your Potions class."

Harry, who was walking out, tripped, but he turned his head immediately: "Potions class?"

"Yes, what's the matter?" Slughorn looked at him in surprise.

"But...that Snape..."

"In that case, Professor Snape can only teach Defense Against the Dark Arts, right?" Mary said, showing a "suchapity" expression.

"What?" Neville showed a somewhat terrified expression, apparently not expecting that he would have to continue to face Professor Snape.

"That's it, Potter." Mary shrugged and walked out of the box quickly, "I'm looking forward to your performance in Defense Against the Dark Arts this year." She said softly as she passed Harry, her tone very pleasant.

"Spells, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Herbology, Transfiguration, Potions...these are all fine." Snape was helping Mary arrange her new class schedule for this semester, "But you decided to only take five subjects Now? You can take two more, Flamel, and from your OWLs you can handle seven. But, of course—" He looked at the other two subjects that Mary could choose, frowning, The voice was drawn out, "I have to regret to say that Divination and Protection of Magical Creatures are rubbish at Hogwarts because of the professor."

"That's right," Mary agreed. "What class did you take, Draco?"

"Besides the five doors, there are ancient runes and arithmetic divination, just like Hermione."

"What?" Mary blinked. "Didn't Hermione take Care of Magical Creatures? That was taught by Hagrid."

"No, not only that, Harry and Ron didn't choose either." Draco sighed, "I sympathize with Hagrid, if it wasn't for the fact that my class schedule couldn't be arranged, I would probably go to his class Yes, though I don't think he would wish to see me."

"..." Mary gritted her teeth, "Professor Snape!" She suddenly caught up with Snape who had gone far away, "I think my schedule can be changed."

"Are you sure?" After hearing Mary's words, Snape snorted coldly, "I have to tell you, no one in the entire sixth grade has taken the Protection of Magical Creatures class except you."

"So?" She didn't have the habit of cuddling with other people in class.

"Humph."

"..." Hagrid looked down at Mary angrily.

"..." Mary crossed her arms angrily and looked up at Hagrid.

"Where are Harry and Ron?" he called to Mary.

"Obviously I cast a curse on them and flushed them into the toilet, so they can't get out for a while, right?" Mary replied without showing any sign of weakness.

"They, they..." Hagrid's beard twitched, "Maybe they're just late."

"It's a pity, Potter and the others have been late to your class? Let me tell you bluntly, no one came to your class except me in the entire sixth grade."

Hagrid was absent-mindedly silent for a while, and suddenly looked at Mary suspiciously: "Then why did you choose my class?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't take your class, but I took the protection of magical creatures. I thought it was Professor Graplan teaching us this year, but I didn't expect you to come back!" Mary looked at Hagrid angrily, "The news is slightly I have to say I'm also heartbroken to be so late and have such terrible consequences."

Hagrid's beard was shaking again, and Mary thought he would continue to reply, but he suddenly sat down on the ground as if deflated, his eyes full of frustration: "I knew you all hated my class."

Yes, the annoying one can't be more annoying, Mary agrees wholeheartedly, but of course she can't say that, but she can't comfort him explicitly.

"Don't just sit there, big fool." She said with a straight face, "Although I just chose this course by accident, I still took it, so even if I'm the only student, you won't You don't even plan to go to class, do you?"

Of course, Mary immediately regretted it.

Hagrid snorted again in frustration, stood up lazily, walked to the back of his wooden house, and walked out after a while, holding a big iron box.

"Actually, there are three boxes. I thought that even if everyone didn't want to take my class, at least..." He sobbed, "I didn't expect you to come to my class in the end, LeMay."

"Come on, I told you that I reported the wrong class." Mary looked at Hagrid's teary eyes and got goosebumps all over her body. "What is this?" She quickly looked at the things in the box.

Inside the box were some bright red egg-shaped objects, glowing with fiery light, and Mary quickly recognized what they were after looking at them for a few seconds.

"Eggs of the Fire Ash Snake!" Mary exclaimed, immediately drew out her wand, and froze the eggs without saying a word.

"What are you doing, Flamel?" Hagrid growled.

But Mary's voice was louder than his: "Are you a fool? You kept ash snakes next to your cabin?!"

"Then you can't just freeze them, that's too cruel! I should have expected you Slytherins to do that!"

"This is the reaction you should have when you see the eggs of the gray snake! It's also what you should teach us! Otherwise, what are you going to do? Hatch them?"

"I teach the protection of magical creatures, not the slaughter of magical creatures!"

"Protection is for better use of their value, you big fool!"

Both of them totally disagreed with each other's theory, and had a big fight. The hour that Hagrid should have been hiding in the cabin and weeping sadly passed quickly in the argument with Mary.

"I'll come back next class! Your teaching methods and aesthetics really need to be corrected!" Mary picked up her schoolbag and left quickly.

"I'll wait for you! Let's see who convinces who!" Hagrid called after her.

Hagrid didn't even think about how he could have argued with Mary for an hour, let alone won the argument.

Needless to say, the situation of the following Defense Against the Dark Arts class is basically like this——

"Miss Flamel did well, Slytheringa ten."

"We're practicing silent spells, Longbottom! Ten points from Gryffindor."

"Miss Flamel was the first to use the silent spell, and Slytheringa twenty points."

"That sucks, Weasley. Ten points from Gryffindor."

Hermione successfully defended against Neville's Soft Legs Curse?Have it?I guess I was wrong.

"Malfoy did it too, Slytheringa ten points."

"Miss Flamel..., Slytheringa ten."

"..." Well, even if Mary did a really good job, do you dare to give even one point to Gryffindor!

This is what all Gryffindors, starting with Harry, think.

After recess, it was Potions class.Because there are very few people who can go to the potion improvement class, even if the standard is lowered, there are only a dozen or so people in the whole grade, so the four houses go together, and Gryffindor and Slytherin have to tolerate each other for two hours. .

As soon as Harry entered the Potions classroom, he was immediately attracted by the smell. He had never smelled such an alluring smell: it seemed to be sweet honey pie, and it was like fresh wood. besides……

He sniffed it carefully again, and made sure that the smell was indeed part of this smell. Although it was very faint, it was very pungent compared to the other smells, and it was difficult for Harry to ignore it. It was a faint smell of sulfur.

Flamel's house has this smell all the year round, and even though Marie cleaned it diligently, she couldn't completely remove it, because it was once the home of the master alchemist Nicole Flamel.

"Okay, get out your scales, your medicine packs, your textbooks, please. By the way, Harry and Ralph—("Who is Ralph?" Slytherin snickered—unprepared, you can Use the old ones first." He took out two battered textbooks and handed them to Harry and Ron.

"Now please look at the cauldron in front of you. I have prepared several potions for you to open your eyes. Can any of you tell me what these are-oh, Mary, tell me!" He pointed to Mary.

Harry and Hermione, who hadn't had time to raise their hands, looked at each other in surprise.Mary had never raised her hand before, and she didn't seem to have the slightest interest in earning more gems for Slytherin.

"Veritaserum, it makes the person who drinks it tell the truth, whether he wants to or not."

"Very well." Slughorn nodded cheerfully. "This—Mary?"

"Compound decoction, as long as you add some other people's body parts in it and take it, you can change that person in appearance."

"Exactly. And this—you say, dear." He pointed at Mary.

"Love potions," said Mary, looking disgusted, "can create false love."

"Wonderful, Mary, you are indeed a child of the Flamel family." Slughorn cheered, "Twenty points for Slytheringa."

Hermione was sure Mary had given her a smug look as she sat down.

"Now, we're going to start class."

"Sir, you haven't told us what that is yet?" asked Ernie MacMillan of Hufflepuff, pointing to a small black cauldron.

"It's a Felicia." Slughorn smiled contentedly. "Who knows what it does? Well, the lady?"

Both Mary and Hermione raised their hands, but Slughorn chose Hermione this time.

"It's a potion of luck!" said Hermione very excitedly. "It brings good luck."

"Correct, ten points to Gryffindor." Slughorn nodded. "I assume you both got excellent marks in potions?" he asked Mary and Hermione.

"Come back to business, I will take this bottle of Felix Felicia as a prize for this class." Slughorn suddenly cheered up, "Open your textbooks, our task for this class is to do your best Make a Potion of Living Hell, the best will get it, let's get started."

There was a sound of flipping books and scratching things, and after a few minutes, the whole classroom could only hear the sound of gurgling in the cauldron.

"Well, it's time!" Slughorn called a halt, stepping down to examine each of the cauldrons.

Most people do it badly, Living Hell Potion is the hardest potion they've ever made, Hermione's is pretty good, but Mary's is even better.

"Brilliant, Mary!" said Slughorn incredulously, "I can't believe anyone could have done it the first time, impeccably, and I trust this Felicia—oh, wait Down!" He suddenly looked back.

Mary was taken aback for a moment. She thought that the bottle of Felix Felicia was already in her pocket. She turned her head to see who's work could attract Slughorn's attention.

"Excellent as well!" Slughorn strode up to Harry. "As ingenious as your mother, Harry!"

"……"What?

"These two Potions of Living Hell are perfect and can be sent directly to the pharmacy for sale." Slughorn made a distressed expression, "Then who should this bottle of Felix Elixir belong to?"

The classroom was silent, waiting for Slughorn's final referee.

"Grassroots... sleepy beans... are all right, but..." Slughorn carefully smelled the two people's potions, "yes, I think Harry's potion contains more sleepy bean juice."

Mary's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Yes, the winner is Harry! Unfortunately, Mary, your potion is only a little short, but it is very good."

But Mary didn't care what Slughorn was saying now.She lost to Harry?Or on potions?The news is as unbelievable as a dragon losing to a Flobber caterpillar!What a disgrace!

Harry looked at Mary's stunned expression and felt a lot of pressure.

But at the same time he felt elated.

Author has something to say: Colin Creevey

I think although V is a genius, he should be better at potions

I really don't know what Mary smells like, but in the end it turned out to be sulfur smell...

In the original book, what Harry smelled was the scent of flowers on Ginny's body, and it suddenly fell to sulfur...I'm guilty