The methodology of how to love each other on different bloodlines [De He]

Hermione was woken up by the time reminder she set, she sat up slowly, and the blanket slid off her body, "Huh? Did I cover the blanket?" Looking at the gold and red blanket, and then at the girl who was pressed under her Silver and green blanket, "Malfoy suddenly found out with conscience again?" She smiled, and combed her hair that had been a mess of sleep.

The Potions classroom was still in the basement. The difference was that four cauldrons had been placed in the classroom. The steaming fog prevented them from seeing the face of Professor Slughorn standing behind the podium.

"Okay, kids, get out your "Advanced Potions", scales and other things, we're going to class." Professor Slughorn said, sticking out his big belly, "Oh yes ha Li, I heard Professor McGonagall say that you and your friends have no books, you can go to the cabinet in the corner to get two books first, and put them back after you buy new books."

Hermione watched the backs of Harry and Ron scrambling, and knew that the books in the cabinet might not be in good condition.Sure enough, the books in the hands of the two were more torn than the other, and Ron was complacent with the cleaner one: "Fortunately, I react faster than Harry."

"Oh," came a very obvious jeer from the Slytherin table, and the Gryffindors knew it was Malfoy without looking back, "Oh, Weasley, this book is newer than your robes , of course you should celebrate."

Hermione turned her head sharply, and glared at Draco, who was whispering to Nott.

"Oh oh little Ronnie, your mother at school is glaring at me again!" the Slytherins laughed even louder.

Slughorn cleared his throat and let Ron take back his drawn wand just in time, "Seeing you like this reminds me of my boyhood, it's so good." There was a nostalgic expression on his face , looking kindly at the students sitting in the seats, "Okay, okay, before we officially start our class today, I want to check the level of the children who entered the advanced potion class first, look at Sne Professor Pu's teaching achievements."

He pointed to the four cauldrons that were "gurgling" in front of him, "Who can tell me what these are?"

Hermione raised her long-planned hand as it should.

"Then let this lady tell the story." Slughorn obviously liked this kind of students who took the initiative to answer questions. "Come on, come to the front and get closer. When we judge a potion, in addition to the color, we also judge it based on other aspects such as smell, steam shape, etc. Everyone gather around and get closer."

All the students stood up obediently, walked to the front and huddled together. Of course, Gryffindor and Slytherin were always separated by Ravenclaw.

Slughorn pointed to the first cauldron, which was seething with a colorless, odorless liquid like a pot of water.

"This is Professor Veritaserum. It is colorless and odorless. It can make people who drink it tell the truth." Hermione said.

Through the steaming mist, Hermione seemed to see Draco frowning. It was so fast that Nott seemed to notice it, but Hermione saw it.

"Yes yes, that's right, it's Veritaserum," Slughorn puffed out his stomach happily. "And this one?" He pointed to the second cauldron.

"It's compound potion, sir." Hermione was very familiar with this kind of potion, she felt a little nauseated when she saw the mud churning in the pot, and couldn't help reaching out to touch her face.

Draco saw Hermione's action from the opposite side and thought, "Why does Granger look so disgusted by this and a little scared? What happened?" He looked across Ravenc Law's Gryffindors found Harry and Ron's expressions a bit strange, with a trace of nostalgia in disgust, and a trace of admiration when they looked at Hermione, "These Gryffindors are a bit strange, maybe... "

Draco's train of thought was interrupted by Slughorn's admiration, "Miss, you are right again, after drinking Polyjuice Potion, you can become anyone you want, as long as you get a handful of his hair " Slughorn made a gesture of pulling hair and throwing it into the cauldron, and everyone vomited in unison.Slughorn laughed twice, and pointed to the third cauldron.

Hermione took a deep breath, "Professor, this is the love potion."

The liquid in the cauldron glowed with the luster of fine pearls, and the steam spiraled up, and everyone seemed to be attracted by it, and drew closer to breathe.

"Did you tell by its distinctive smell?" Slughorn asked with interest.

Hermione nodded, "In addition to the gloss and steam, everyone smells differently. Those I like, such as me, can smell freshly mowed grass, brand new parchment, and—— Hermione stopped abruptly, and could see the red spread quickly over her ears and cheeks, but with a hint of confusion.

Draco raised one corner of his mouth with great interest, "Hey, is there anything you can't say? Granger, who is omnipotent, can still blush? It's really strange." For no reason, he thought about it for more than a year At the Christmas ball before, maybe when he kissed her mask drunkenly, the face under the mask was like this.

Slughorn seemed to deliberately save Hermione who stopped suddenly, "Honey, can you tell me your name?"

"My name is Hermione Granger, Professor." Hermione replied seriously, looking up.

"Granger? Granger? Are you related to Hattock Dagworth Granger, the founder of the Extraordinary Pharmacists Association?" Slughorn thought for a while and asked.

"Pfft," Draco chuckled, just like Mom said, this Professor Slughorn really has "celebrity worship." He would probably be disappointed knowing that Granger was a Mudblood.

"I guess it doesn't matter sir, I'm a Muggle-born," said Hermione, giving Draco another look, thinking "Bastard, don't think I didn't see you sniggering!"

Slughorn clapped his hands, "Oh, I know, you're the best Muggle-born friend Harry talked about all year!"

Hermione froze for a moment, obviously a little overwhelmed by such a blunt compliment, even though it was true and it came from her best friend.

"The well-deserved twenty points to Gryffindor! But you must know that love produced by potions is illusory and not long-lasting." Slughorn clapped his hands, matching his big belly and mustache, like A clapping sea lion. "So what's the last one?" He habitually looked at Hermione.

"It's Felicia, sir."

Hermione opened her mouth, but Draco beat her to it.

"Only Felix Felicia has this color like molten gold." Draco rarely stood up straight, with a serious look in his eyes, "It can bring good luck to those who take it."

"Yes, yes," Slughorn said as if he had just seen a Slytherin student, "Let me see, platinum blonde hair, silver gray eyes, and this meticulous tie, um, it must be a Malfoy, Snape told me that Slytherin has a very good student, and it must be this little Mr. Malfoy."

Draco bowed, "I'm Draco Malfoy, sir, thank you for your compliment."

Even across Ravenclaw, Draco heard a very obvious voice from Weasley, "Ugh! My God, when can Malfoy stop doing this?"

Then came Hermione: "Ron, if you have a tenth of Malfoy's affectation, at least fasten your tie, and Mrs. Weasley will hold you in her arms!"

"Then I'd better be sloppy."

Draco saw Ron shudder exaggeratedly, and the Gryffindors laughed again.He looked at the Slytherin who was always pulling his tie to the top, and wrinkled his nose, "How could anyone laugh like that?"

Slughorn took out a sealed vial from his robe, "This is our reward for this class, the best student who makes the living hell potion today will get twelve hours of good luck, Of course, it cannot be used in competitions and exams."

The students were visibly cheered up. In the classroom, only the sound of flipping books and the sound of moving balances could be heard. Hermione was no exception. Even though she believed that strength was more important than luck, she still wanted to get this prize. Is it useful for a Harry?she thinks.

And Draco on the other table was much more serious, even the back of his head seemed to say "I want this prize," which is not common, after all, Draco who is rich has never seen anything. 【Ah】

Everyone thought that either Hermione or Draco would get the prize for the first Advanced Potions class, but there are always exceptions to everything. In the end, I was surprised that this small bottle of Felicia belonged to me harry potter.

When Slughorn patted Harry on the shoulder, handed him Felicia Felix and said, "You really inherited Lily's talent for Potions", everyone's expressions were wonderful.Especially Draco and Hermione.

"So, which step of mine went wrong?" Hermione, who returned to the Gryffindor common room after dinner, looked at Harry puzzled.

"Oh Hermione, didn't I tell you to stir the reagent seven times counterclockwise and then clockwise!" Harry held the Felix Elixir and examined it carefully in front of the fireplace.

Hermione shook her head irritably, "The book says to stir clockwise all the time! You can't go wrong with the book!"

Harry smiled, "Hermione, you have to allow that sometimes others are better than books!" He took out the tattered "Advanced Potions" from his schoolbag, "Thanks to this very knowledgeable Potions book!" Talented former owner."

At this time, Ron came over with a glass of pumpkin juice, "Okay, Harry, Hermione is just jealous that you got the first place! Don't explain to her anymore, she won't listen to it."

Hermione turned her head and glanced at Ron. Ron, who was talking to Lavender Brown just now, was still blushing.

"By the way, Harry, when will our Quidditch selection start?" Ron asked loudly, "I will definitely participate, you know, my goalkeeping skills are pretty good!" Ron said, He also looked at Lavender, as if very proud.

"Even this weekend, the venue has been applied for, and I am very much looking forward to fighting side by side with you!" Harry patted Ron on the shoulder.

Hermione, who saw everything in her eyes, ignored the slight discomfort in her heart, stood up and stretched, "It's getting late, I have to go on patrol, I'm going back first, and you guys should rest early. See you tomorrow. "

After nodding hello to everyone, Hermione left the Gryffindor common room.Also vaguely heard Lavender say "Oh, I'll be sure to cheer you on this weekend, Ron!"

"Quidditch Quidditch!" Hermione muttered with her head down when she pushed the chairman's lounge, "What's the point of a barbaric sport with so many people riding on broomsticks??"

"People like you who can't stay on a broomstick for a minute, of course can't appreciate the fun of Quidditch."

Hermione shuddered at the sound, and looked up to see Draco sitting in front of the fireplace wearing expensive-looking "home clothes", although his legs were crossed, he was damn elegant.Holding a book in his hand, his hair was fluffy and shiny, his silver-gray eyes were blocked by the glasses on the bridge of his nose, his demeanor was much softer, and the air was filled with the cold scent of Malford.

"Malfoy, no one will treat you as dumb if you don't speak." Hermione covered her slightly flushed face with her hair a little unnaturally, and sat on the sofa beside her, even Hermione had to admit , Draco at this moment is a little bit charming, it would be better if he didn't speak.

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Hermione: Draco is a good person, why did he have that extra mouth!

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