[hp] warm as jade

"Spells, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration, Herbalism, Arithmancy and Divination, Potions." Snape confirmed with Rong Jiu again, then tapped Rong Jiu's class schedule with his wand, and handed it to her hands.

"Thank you, Professor." Rong Jiu took it, and lowered his eyes to study his class schedule - there are three classes today, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Arithmancy and Potions.

In fact, she didn't have much interest in Defense Against the Dark Arts, and even thought of giving up taking this course in the new semester, but there was no way, who let the person she liked go to teach this course?

"I noticed that Miss Malfoy has no classes at night." Snape did not continue to walk down, but stood in front of Rong Jiu, looking down at her, "Seven o'clock in the evening, office."

"But Professor, I have an appointment with Professor Dumbledore, and I will meet him in his office at seven o'clock in the evening..." The further Rong Jiu got to the back, the voice became quieter, so that even Draco, who was sitting next to her, Couldn't hear what she said.

Snape looked at her calmly: "Well then, I hope you can spare your precious time tomorrow night. Your tutoring will continue."

When he turned around to confirm his schedule with the next student, Draco approached mysteriously: "Why don't you look happy at all?"

"Didn't you hear that? What Blaise said last night." Rong Jiu knocked on the table again and again, looking very depressed, "I just think it's selfish to patronize my own wishes."

"Don't worry, my dad will take care of everything." Draco comforted, "As long as there is no permission from him, these unfavorable remarks will not appear in the newspaper."

"That's right, thanks." Rong Jiu was still looking listless.

"Let's go, go back to the common room." Draco stood up, and picked up Rong Jiu, "Take a break, and it's time to meet our two 'new' teachers."

……

Sitting in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, everyone felt a little confused—this place was more like the potions classroom they were familiar with.

"Dark magic, of all kinds, of many varieties, of infinite variety, without end. Fighting them is like fighting a monster with many heads, and as soon as one head is cut off, a new head pops up, even more vicious than the original one. , more cunning. What you are dealing with is something unpredictable and indestructible."

Snape described his knowledge of the Dark Arts softly in his whisper-like tone.Compared with his tone in Potions class, I don't know how many times softer it was.The Slytherins put on knowing smiles on their faces, also because of their Headmaster's loving attitude, and also because of the description of the Dark Arts itself.

"Therefore, your defense must be as flexible and innovative as the black magic you need to deal with..." Snape continued his speech, and at the same time, his eyes swept over everyone in the classroom, passing by Jiu stopped slightly when she was on her body.

She sat very upright, and those who didn't know her would think she was paying attention to the class.But Snape knew that she seemed absent-minded when she was serious.She likes to hold her chin, facing the podium with the look of a street gangster whistling to passing girls, and with the other hand, she will jot down the important and difficult points she thinks.

She hasn't been right since breakfast...

He frowned and continued: "...I think you are still very unfamiliar with the use of silent spells. What are the benefits of silent spells?"

Hermione immediately raised her hand.

His eyes swept across Rong Jiu again.But she didn't raise her hand as usual, but lowered her head, not knowing what she was thinking.

"Very well - Miss Granger?" he said almost through gritted teeth.

"The opponent doesn't know what spell you're going to cast," said Hermione, "and that gives you a split-second advantage."

"This answer was copied literally from "Standard Spells, Level [-]," Snape said contemptuously, and Draco let out a cooperating sneer, "but it's basically correct. Yes, when casting spells Not saying the spell aloud can achieve a kind of surprise effect. Of course, not all wizards can do this, it requires a lot of concentration and willpower. And some people... don't have it. "

"Perhaps some of you have been able to do this and can show others the 'surprise' involved."

When he finished speaking, half of the people in the classroom turned their heads to look at Rong Jiu who was sitting in the corner of the classroom.But she still hung her head down, as if all this had nothing to do with her.But obviously, since Snape had already said this, he would not let her stay out of the matter: "Miss Malfoy?"

"Yes, Professor." Rong Jiu stood up helplessly from his seat and walked to the front.

Snape looked her up and down and drew his wand: "Then get ready—"

Without any sound or sign, a red light suddenly appeared between the two of them, and there was a burst of exclamation in the classroom.But in time, a bright barrier was deployed in front of Rong Jiu, successfully repelling the red light.

"Ten points for Slytheringa," said Snape. "Next, the two of you will divide into groups, and one will try to cast a jinx on the other without saying it aloud. The other will try to repel the jinx, Also keep quiet. Let's get started."

Rong Jiu looked down, everyone had a partner, and she seemed to be the extra one.

"Professor, I—"

"Follow me." Snape glanced at her and stepped off the podium, his black robes billowing behind him.Depressedly, Rong Jiu blew away the broken hair falling in front of her eyes, and followed reluctantly.

Snape patrolled the classroom like a giant bat, and all those who cheated were punished to varying degrees.And Rong Jiu followed behind him, circling round and round in the classroom.

She felt that she must look very stupid at the moment.

At ten minutes into the class, Hermione managed to fend off Neville's whispered Limp Legs with a silent spell.But Snape didn't seem to notice, walked straight past them, and stopped beside Harry and Ron.

Ron's face was flushed, his mouth was tightly shut, he looked like he was constipated, and his hand holding the wand was shaking, which made Rong Jiu feel sympathetic.

"That's terrible, Weasley." Snape said sarcastically, "Miss Malfoy, show Weasley what to do?"

"...Yes, Professor."

That day, when the Slytherins walked out of the classroom, they all looked refreshed and arrogant, especially Rong Jiu, because she put her hands in her pockets under the angry eyes of all the houses, especially the girls. , walked out of the classroom like a hooligan.Behind her, Harry and Ron were drenched, their clothes were messed up, looking in a state of distress—Snape directly threw Harry and Ron to Rong Jiu, asking her to demonstrate the silent spell to them... It's no different than letting them stand there and get beaten.Although in the last moment, Harry managed to resist Rong Jiu's obstacles with a silent spell, earning Gryffindor a little face, but there was nothing he could do about his previous embarrassment.

"Hey, you don't look right today." Pan Xi took Draco's arm and leaned her head on it. This position made it easier for her to turn her head to see Rong Jiu's expression. , and then he was in a daze in class, he didn't raise his hand when the professor asked questions, and his emotions were not right the whole time... What, are you making trouble?"

"No." Rong Jiu replied simply, the expression on her face fully showed that she didn't want to continue this topic, "I'm going to class, see you later."

"What's her class?" Pansy asked.

Draco took out an apple out of nowhere and took a big bite. With that posture and expression, no one would believe that he and Rong Jiu were not siblings: "Analyze and divination."

"What's wrong with her?" Pansy played with Draco's clothes, and the two walked to the common room together.

"Nothing," Draco said with a chuckle, "just being stupid."

……

There were only twelve or three students in the potions class in the afternoon, and five of them were Slytherins.Rong Jiu and Draco randomly chose a place to sit down, and the other three Slytherins sat behind them.

Unlike usual, the underground classroom was already filled with steam and filled with all kinds of weird smells.

"What's that smell?" Draco pointed to the cauldron in front of him, "I smell a very faint scent of flowers, and agarwood, and...uh."

He closed his mouth in embarrassment, not knowing what he smelled.Rong Jiu sniffled, and a seductive smell entered her nose.

It seemed to be the faint bitter smell of potion on Snape's body, mixed with a fresh scent of mint, and it seemed to be the unique mellow and sweet smell of ice cream chocolate, or the smell of rum milk tea...

"It's a love potion." She said affirmatively, "These are all my favorite flavors."

"Excellent, Miss Malfoy." Slughorn stood in front of them, looking very surprised. "Yes, this is the Love Potion. Can you tell me about it?"

"It is the most effective love potion known in the world." Rong Jiu replied, "It is characterized by the luster of mother-of-pearl and the neatness of the spiral rise, and it will emit different smells from person to person. Your favorite What is it, what kind of smell it will emit, don't be deceived by any lies and means, because it itself is the most brilliant and dangerous liar."

"Okay, okay, very special cognition!" Slughorn chuckled, "Yes, it can only deceive your senses, but cannot bring true love... the most brilliant and dangerous Liar, that's the funniest description I've ever heard. Ten points for Slytheringa!"

"Next, students, 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..."

He walked to the back of the classroom.After a churning sound, he walked back with Harry and Ron.

"Okay, I've prepared several potions for you to open your eyes. Of course, it's just out of interest. When you finish the improvement class, you should be able to make something like this. Although you haven't done it yourself, But I must have heard of it." He said cheerfully, "Our Miss Malfoy has introduced one of them just now, so, who can tell me what this one is?"

Both Rong Jiu and Draco were lazily leaning on their seats, they didn't turn their eyes to the medicine, and they didn't mean to flatter at all.However, as long as Hermione is in the class, the teacher doesn't have to worry about being cold.Sure enough, Hermione quickly raised her arm.

"It's Veritaserum, sir. A colorless, odorless potion that forces the truth from those who drink it," 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.

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

"Hermione Granger, sir."

"Granger? Granger? Are you related to Hutok Dagworth-Granger, the founder of the Extraordinary Pharmacists Association?"

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

Draco let out a loud sneer, but Slughorn showed no signs of disappointment.Instead, he was all smiles, looking from Hermione to Harry sitting next to her.

"Oh, yes! 'I have a best friend who's Muggle-born, and she's the best in the year!' I'm pretty sure that's the friend you're talking about, Harry?"

"Yes, sir," said Harry.

"Very well, well deserved fifteen points to Miss Granger of Gryffindor," said Slughorn kindly.

Draco let out a retching sound.The Slytherins sitting behind the two of them also started talking in whispers.But Slughorn didn't seem to hear it, and cleared his throat: "Okay, let's start class."

"Sir, you haven't told us what's in it," Ernie MacMillan said, 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.

"Hey!" Slughorn seemed to come to his senses. "By the way, I haven't said that yet. Ladies and gentlemen, that thing is a most peculiar little potion called Felix Elixir. I think "He turned around with a smile and looked at Hermione who let out a scream, "You must know what Felix Elixir does, Miss Granger?"

"It's a potion of luck," said Hermione excitedly, "and it will bring you good luck!"

"Quite right, ten points for Gryffindor. Yes, it's a curious little potion—Felix Felicia," said Slughorn, "so complicated to brew that if you get it wrong, The consequences are disastrous. However, if cooked properly, as in this cauldron, you will find that whatever you do will succeed... at least until the effects of the medicine wear off."

"Then why don't people drink it all day, sir?" Teri Bute asked eagerly.

"Because, if taken in excess, it leads to dizziness, recklessness, and dangerous hubris," Slughorn said. "You know, too much of a good thing can be bad... Too much of a dose can be very toxic. .but if taken occasionally, sparingly and sparingly..."

"Have you ever taken it, sir?" Michael Corner asked with great interest.

"I've taken it twice in my life," Slughorn said, "once when I was 24 and once when I was 57. I took two scoops with breakfast. Those two days were perfect."

He stared at the distance in a trance, as if he was reminiscing about those two beautiful days.

"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 have auspicious stars shining brightly.

"However, I must remind you that Felicia is forbidden in organized competitions, such as sports competitions, exams or elections. Therefore, whoever gets the prize, can only use it on ordinary days... and wait See how that ordinary day can become extraordinary!

"So," said Slughorn, suddenly brightened, "how can I win my wonderful prize? Well, please turn to page ten of Advanced Potion-Making. We have another Hours, and that's the time you've spent making a good potion of living hell. I know, it's more complicated than anything you've ever made before, and I don't expect anyone to make a perfect potion. Still, The one who does the best will win the vial of Felix Felicity. Now, let's get started!"

There was only a harsh scratching sound, everyone pulled the crucible to their faces, and then there was the sound of weights being placed on the balance.

"You did this, didn't you?" Draco asked Rong Jiu from the corner of his mouth, "During the vacation, at the professor's place?"

"That's right." Rong Jiu didn't even flip through the book, took all the materials in a calm manner, and began to deal with them calmly.

"If you get it... share it with me?" Draco said in a coquettish voice, and Rong Jiu, who was cutting valerian root, almost cut off his hand in fright.

"Let's talk after we get it." Rong Jiu pulled Draco away casually, and continued to process the materials in his hand.As the knife fell and the juice stained her fingers, she felt her heart slowly calm down.

She really liked potions.I don't know if it's because of the people who taught it before, or because of its charm.Being in this slightly bitter, smoky environment reassured her.

"Oh, Miss Malfoy, why don't you open the textbook?" At some point, Slughorn came to her side, "Hey, such a clear color...you did it yourself?"

Rong Jiu raised his head, with a slight blush on his face: "Yes, Professor Snape once taught me how to make this potion."

"Oh, I am impressed by your Professor Snape's accomplishments in potions." Slughorn showed a look of sudden realization, "I heard that he taught you himself?"

"Yes." The redness on Rong Jiu's face became a little more obvious, and he didn't know if it was smoked by the steam.She has entered the final stirring stage, and with her movements, the color of the potion becomes lighter and lighter, getting closer to the "clear as water" mentioned in the book.

"Do you know the principle?" Slughorn watched her skillful movements with interest, "Or did Severus tell you?"

"I know, it's because of the mutual repulsion between the materials..." Rong Jiu explained his understanding while stirring.

Snape would not tell her how to do it, but would only explain to her why these potions use these materials, what kind of reaction will these materials have, what these operations mean... and then let her touch it by herself.Simply put, it is better to teach a man to fish than to give him a fish. This is Snape's philosophy.When she first came into contact, she was in dire straits every day, and frying the crucible was commonplace.But with the passage of time, her knowledge gradually accumulated, and her strength gradually became stronger. She was able to learn many things much faster than her peers, and her level of thinking was also higher than that of her peers. Pu's hard work.

He is really a good professor.

If... If other people know about their relationship, will it negate all his achievements, and he will no longer be able to teach?

"It seems that this small bottle of Felix Elixir has already assigned it in advance." Slughorn showed a surprised expression, "Excellent insight, what a spiritual little witch..." He walked away admiring .

She lowered her eyes, looked at the light color in the cauldron, and smiled wryly.

At the end of this class, a little surprise happened.Because not only Rong Jiu's potion is as clear as water, Harry's potion is also perfect.

"It seems that I underestimated your strength." Slughorn looked at them with a smile, as if they were his beloved children, "The level of this class is very good."

"There is only a small bottle of Felicity Elixir ready-made, and this batch will have to wait for a month, the two of you—"

"Give it to Harry first." Rong Jiu directly interrupted Slughorn.She just flipped through her thoughts, feeling a little depressed, impatient to hear what Slughorn continued to say, and looked at him with a particularly puzzled expression, "Professor, after all, this is the first time for Harry to do it, I actually Take advantage of it."

"Are you crazy?" Draco almost snarled in her ear as he walked out of the dungeon, "Why give it to Potter!"

"Too lazy to listen to him continue." Rong Jiu dragged his feet lazily towards the lounge, "I'm a little annoyed, I'm afraid I can't help but put the cauldron on his head."

"What's the matter with you?" Draco frowned, "Are you still stupid?"

"Can you speak?" Rong Jiu shuddered on his forehead, "I'm just thinking, unless you bring your brain with you, you will never understand the meaning of these two words."

……

After eating dinner and doing homework for a while, Rong Jiu hurried to Dumbledore's office seeing that the time was almost up.

"Sit." Dumbledore was still sitting among a pile of weird silverware, and the old headmasters were snoring on the wall, falling into a sleep they would never end.

"What's the matter?" He looked a little tired, as if he had just come back from outside.

Rong Jiu didn't procrastinate: "Professor Dumbledore, is Harry the seventh Horcrux?"

For a while, the office fell into silence.The old principals on the wall didn't bother to put on a show, they all stared at the two of them with wide eyes.

Dumbledore's eyes sharpened: "Why do you ask such a question suddenly?"

Rong Jiu sold his teammate professionally and happily, so he sold Harry right away, and briefly described his mental journey: "...So, he is the last Horcrux, right?"

Dumbledore didn't speak, tapped his slender fingers on the table lightly, and looked at her with ice-blue eyes through half-crescent lenses, with strong pressure in his eyes.But Rong Jiu didn't respond, just stared at his desk absent-mindedly.

"Son, do you have something on your mind?" Dumbledore decided to let go of the question, "You don't look well."

"I did something, but now I realize that it might be wrong and hurt others." Rong Jiu still has a good impression of the old man in front of him, so he doesn't mind chatting with him, "I don't know if It should go on."

Dumbledore stopped knocking on the table.

"Would that hurt innocent people?" he asked.

"No." Rong Jiu replied.

"Do you want to continue?" he asked again.

Rong Jiu paused and sighed: "Yes. But this may have an impact on another person, and it will be a very bad impact."

"That man..." Dumbledore stared at her, "is he smarter than you? Does he know what you're doing?"

"Yes, smarter than me, stronger than me, and knows all this."

"Then there is no problem." Dumbledore said briskly, "The worldly view has never been so important, child, what is important is your heart."

"But……"

"No but." Dumbledore interrupted her gently but resolutely, "I know what you're talking about, child, but you should ask your heart, or ask him. Is it yours alone?" You can't make any decisions unilaterally."

Seeing Rong Jiu's brow stretched a little, Dumbledore smiled: "It seems that we can get to the point. I can answer you, yes."

Rong Jiu hadn't recovered from the emotion just now, Dumbledore changed the subject so abruptly, she was confused for several seconds before she figured out what was going on: "Then Harry wants to..."

The word "death" was stuck between her teeth, and she didn't turn it out for a long while.

That prophecy, two people can only live one.So... the Dark Lord would be the one to survive?

If Harry is a Horcrux, then as long as he lives, the Dark Lord can't really die.But as long as he dies, the Dark Lord will be the one who lives...

For a moment, Rong Jiu felt like falling into an ice cave.

"That would mean the end of the war," said Dumbledore heavily. "If all the Horcruxes were destroyed, the Dark Lord would be nothing but a man."

"They will all die?" Rong Jiu asked hoarsely.

Dumbledore hesitated, then nodded.

"No, it's not like that, Harry can't die." Rong Jiu said eagerly, "The prophecy says that only one of two people can live, not that neither can live. So, as long as Harry dies, the Dark Lord will die." The one that survived. So there must be a way to kill a Horcrux without hurting Harry!"

Dumbledore's face suddenly became serious.

"Two people, only one can live?" He murmured, "Only one can live..."

He always thought that meant life and death, but Rong Jiu seemed to have a new explanation when he said this.

"You believe in prophecies so much?" Dumbledore asked.

"I believe it." Rong Jiu replied, "Since it predicted my arrival more than ten years ago, I have no reason not to believe the other half. Therefore, my father is destined to figure out the birth gate of our family, and I am destined to Coming here, Harry and the Dark Lord are destined to live only one."

"You said that your grandmother is a star that has escaped from the star path." Dumbledore looked at her meaningfully, "But you also believe that all the stars will follow their established star paths?"

"No, I just believe that different routes lead to the same goal." Rong Jiu laughed, "Everyone's destination is destined, but we can choose the way to get there."

The author has something to say:

This counts as more!It's just that I combined two into one! ! !

I am a little annoyed writing this chapter, because it is really hot, hot, hot, there is no fan or air conditioner at home, I am going crazy, really.

The nightmare of District 2333 reappeared at station B, and Ye Xiu started to set his own record and played [-]

Congratulations in advance to Ye Shen and I, Mu Mu, for winning the Double Crown of Moe Burning!