[HP] End of Death

Harry and Ron were sitting in the lounge in the afternoon working on the homework Snape had given them, which was so difficult that they didn't finish it until Hermione came back from Arithmancy, but it went much faster when she came back. up.

And they had just finished when the bell rang for two potions classes in the afternoon.They walked down the familiar path to the dungeon - it had been Snape's exclusive use for a long time.

They went to the corridor outside the classroom and found that only twelve or thirteen students had come to the potion improvement class.Obviously, Crabbe and Goyle didn't meet the required OWLs, but four more Slytherins passed, including Draco, Nott, and Blaise, who were talking together.Blaise looked up and saw Harry and nudged Draco's arm with his elbow, who turned his face sideways and winked at Harry.

There were four Ravenclaws and one Hufflepuff among the rest—Ernie MacMillan, who strode up to shake Harry's hand and said with airs, "Harry, the Dark Arts of the morning Didn't talk to you in Defense class. Good class, but for us old DA members, the Armor Charm is old school... How are you, Ron—Hermione?"

Hearing this, Harry saw Draco raise his eyebrows and snorted.They only had time to say "It's okay", the door of the classroom opened, and everyone filed in.

What was different from usual was that several pots of potions of different potions had already been placed on the podium table, and white smoke was rising outwards.Harry smelled a sweet and refreshing aroma, and he was indescribably happy.

Draco and the other four Slytherin students had already sat down at a table.Harry thought of something, he walked up to Draco and was about to speak, but the other party pulled him to sit down without any explanation, and asked the boy next to him to move.

"I'm not going to sit here, Draco, I'm just telling you something—"

"But you're already seated, so don't think about leaving." Draco held his hand under the table to keep him from standing up.Harry looked up, and he saw Nott frowned, turned his head to talk to Blaise, he vaguely heard "Why is Potter here", and Blaise's answer was so vague that he couldn't catch it.

Harry felt so uncomfortable that he forced his hand away and whispered, "I don't have to go to detention on Saturday night."

"Why?" Draco asked, "Snape let you go?"

Harry hesitated, knowing that he couldn't tell him because Dumbledore was going to teach him a lesson... but it was clear that Snape wouldn't let him go.

"Snape has something to do on Saturday night, I changed the time," he explained.

Draco nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

Professor Slughorn quickly entered the classroom. He changed into a dark blue vest, smiled all over his face, and clapped his hands: "Okay, okay, kids, we're starting class. These potions I specially prepared it to open your eyes, and you should be able to concoct it after you have received better training. So, does anyone know what these are—does anyone—this classmate?”

He was standing in front of the boiler on the far right. Harry stood up slightly and saw clear water tumbling in the boiler.Hermione stood up and replied, "It's Veritaserum, a colorless and odorless potion that can compel those who drink it to tell the truth."

"Very good, very good!" Slughorn was overjoyed. "Now," he pointed to the cauldron beside him, "this kind of comparison is well-known...and it is also highlighted in several pamphlets issued by the Ministry recently. Pass...who can?"

Hermione raised her hand again: "It's compound potions, sir."

Harry also recognized the cloudy liquid bubbling with muddy bubbles in the second cauldron, but he didn't envy Hermione for answering the question, since she was the one who had successfully concocted the potion in second year.

"Speaking of which, Draco, I don't know if you remember our second year..." Harry lowered his voice.

"What happened in the second grade?" Draco leaned closer, as if trying to hear his words clearly, and this distance was close enough to kiss.

"In the second grade, in order to know who opened the secret room, we sneaked into your lounge with compound potions..."

"What?" Draco frowned. "Have you ever done something like this—? You—"

"That's great, that's great!" Slughorn said loudly, and Draco had to stop asking. "And here's this—you say, honey?" He saw Hermione again He raised his hand, a little surprised.

"It's a love potion!"

"It's not bad at all, it seems that there is no need to ask." Slughorn finally showed his sincere admiration at this time, "I think you must know what it is used for?"

"It's the most powerful love potion in the world!" replied Hermione.

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

"And its spiraling steam," Hermione enthused, "and, it smells differently, depending on what each person likes best. I can smell freshly mowed grass, new parchment, besides--"

She suddenly blushed and stopped talking.

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

"Hermione Granger, sir."

"Granger? Granger? Are you related to Hattok Dagworth-Granger, the founder of the Extraordinary Pharmacists Society?"

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

Harry felt Draco move next to him, as if he wanted to say something, but finally held back.But Slughorn did not show any disappointment. He glanced at Harry and said with a smile, "Hey, that's right!" I'm sure that's the friend you're talking about, Harry?"

"Yes, sir," Harry replied.

"Very well, well deserved twenty points to Miss Granger of Gryffindor—"

"'Best friend'? Explain to me, Harry, what's going on?" Draco's gloomy voice sounded in his ear, Harry turned his face away and didn't bother to pay attention to him, but the latter Reluctantly, he reached into his pants.

"Don't mess around, Draco, you're all bored—" Harry lowered his voice, trying to hold Draco's restless hand, "I'll tell you after class, after class—"

"Call me after dinner, Harry, meet in the Room of Requirement," he whispered vaguely in his ear, as Slughorn had gone on:

"Oh, yes, that's right, this is probably the most powerful potion here." Slughorn seemed to notice the disdainful expressions on the faces of Nott and Blaise, and said exaggeratedly, "Don't be so small. Seeing the power of magic on love is very powerful and amazing... Of course, that is not real love, but just an infatuation."

Draco rested his cheeks on one hand, and looked at the potion in the cauldron with interest. He thought of something, and the interest in his eyes became stronger: "Have you ever thought about it, Harry, if you take the love potion--"

"Don't even think about it, Draco."

"—I want to see you take the initiative to me—"

"roll!"

"—beg-joy, and then I sternly—"

"...I'm going back." Harry couldn't resist Draco's teasing, he felt that if this continued, he would never be able to study well.For the sake of his academic performance, he decided to never sit with Draco again.

"Don't say that, Harry, I can't eat you now, so I can only bicker with you, you have to be considerate of me..."

"If that's the case, get your hands off me." Harry savagely shook off Draco's hand on his hip, and moved the chair out, "You erotic mad--"

"You can continue to scold me, and I will find them one by one at night." Draco shrugged.