HP Wizard Age

Today's weather is very good, and the ceiling of the auditorium is all tiled and blue.For some students, the sixth grade is the most relaxing semester in Hogwarts.

They have to choose courses according to the OWLs scores and the class schedule.Because some professors have requirements for grades, for example, Professor McGonagall's Transformation Curse needs to be at least good in order to enter the NEWTs course.

Asteria's timetable was filled quickly as she had good OWLs and it was just a matter of choosing which courses she wanted to continue.After filling it out, she needs to quickly go to the first ancient magic pattern class.

And in order to avoid the two of them having the same schedule, Draco did not take the magicweave class with her this year.

Asteria had already accepted Hermione's gaze from Gryffindor, and the two little witches ran towards the classroom tacitly.

Once the ancient magic pattern enters the advanced course, it will be much more difficult, and Asteria also has some headaches facing the fifteen-inch thesis and two translations.She never put books in the space bag, and she also stuffed a bunch of books to be consulted in it.

Millicent and other Slytherin girls were already queuing outside the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. When they saw her, they immediately surrounded her and talked about the selection of the Quidditch team.Because the Quidditch captain, Montague, was collecting the selection list this morning.

"I may not be able to participate this year." Astria said, not only her, Draco will not participate this year either, the Quidditch competition will consume their time.

It's a pity for Millicent and the others. After all, Astria won many victories for Slytherin when he was there, but they also understand that it may be because of the Knightley family.

While they were talking, the classroom door opened, and Professor Snape walked into the corridor. His hair was still greasy, and his face was a bit sallow after staying up late.

"Come in."

After the students walked into the classroom, they found that the classroom had become as dark as the potions classroom in the basement.The curtains were tightly drawn, with only the light from dozens of candles on the top, and the surrounding walls were also painted with painful human faces and bizarrely twisted body parts.

While other students looked curiously at the paintings on the wall, the Slytherin students sat quietly.

"This course has changed five teachers so far. I never thought that so many people barely passed this OWLs exam in such a chaotic situation. If you can keep up with the courses in the advanced class , I will be even more surprised, because its content is much more profound." Snape faced the direction of the other three colleges, his tone extremely contemptuous.

At least some of the Slytherins were already covering their mouths and grinning.

After Professor Snape finished speaking, he walked up and down the classroom and began to talk about the wonders of black magic.

Yes, wonderful.

Harry thought bitterly that Snape had described the Dark Arts in a tone of fondness and admiration, knowing that the Ministry of Magic disapproved of wizards' use of them.Sure enough, this was Snape.

"I think someone told you about the Unforgivable Curse when you were in the fourth grade. Don't think that these are far away. Some people don't know what to look at when they use the spell." The harshness of these words made some people below They all trembled.

"... I suppose you are new to the use of silent spells. What good are silent spells?"

After the words fell, Hermione immediately raised her hand.Snape perfectly missed her, "Miss Knightley."

Not only Hermione, but almost everyone in Hogwarts knew this was the result.

"The opponent doesn't know what kind of magic you plan to cast, so you can have a momentary advantage." Astria answered calmly.

"Perfect answer." Snape returned to the podium, wrapping his cloak around himself, "Of course not all wizards can do this." Harry felt his eyes linger on him for a few seconds.

"Of course some people have been able to perfectly use the silent spell." At this time, almost everyone looked at Astria.

Next, Professor Snape asked them to pair up and cast curses on each other, and they were not allowed to speak out.

And Asteria was picked out alone, because Snape probably knew that no one in this classroom, except Draco, could take over the spell of this little witch who had already experienced the battle.

Sure enough, Blaise, who was in the same group as Draco, also found that the guy opposite him had perfectly used the silent spell.

After being hit by Draco's silent spell, his feet slammed together and he fell to the ground without any image.

Draco saluted like a gentleman, and the nasty smile on the corner of his mouth made Blaise feel complicated.

Professor Snape gave Slytherin points without pressure, and Hermione fended off Neville's Softfoot Curse with a perfect silent spell about 10 minutes after him.But Professor Snape pretended not to see it.

It was a good time to target Harry, and Snape certainly didn't miss it, and in fact he did.

In the end, the price of confronting the professor was Harry being locked up for a week.

Potions class was in the afternoon, and Astria hoped that Professor Slughorn would be a good talker.

She had heard from Blaise that the professor had invited some people to some slug club when he was on the train.

Astria was taken aback when she heard the name, and felt like it wasn't a good club...

Draco also told her before that this professor is more vain and likes to associate with successful people and celebrities.For example, old Nott entered Azkaban because of the Ministry of Magic incident last time. The old professor seemed to know him as if he didn't know him at all.

If Lucius Malfoy didn't run away in time last time, Draco would have the same treatment this time.

This old guy seeks advantages and avoids disadvantages very much.

Because Professor Snape's Potions had very strict requirements and had to be excellent, only a dozen or so students were lined up outside the classroom.

"Good afternoon, Miss Knightley." Professor Slughorn called out after seeing Asteria after warmly greeting Harry, Blaise, and Draco.

Asteria smiled aristocratically at him, "Good afternoon, Professor Slughorn."

"It's a pity that Miss Knightley missed our first party. Hope I can have the honor next time?"

"I think so, Professor."

Professor Slughorn, who got the answer, started the class very satisfied.

In class, Slughorn intended to open their eyes, and put four cauldrons on the table.

When Astria saw the characteristic spiraling steam on the third cauldron, she paused, no wonder... When she just entered the classroom, the sweetness of chocolate cake and the familiar scent of guaiac wood hit her face Come on, of course the latter was more, making her think that she had been in Draco's bedroom for too long, causing her to smell it wrong.

She subconsciously looked at Draco on her right who was leaning against the wall, and met his smiling eyes all at once.She saw Draco's eyes move over the potion and look at her again.

Astria immediately understood what he meant.She didn't dare to look back at him for fear that others would see her, so she quietly stretched her right hand towards him.

Sure enough, after a while, she felt the touch of cloth brushing against her fingertips, and the next second a pair of warm hands held hers.

Astria and Draco like the big black cloak of Hogwarts very much now. Although it is not convenient for hugging, it is not too convenient for holding hands secretly.

Even if others casually glanced at it now, they could only see the darkness between the two of them, thinking that it was because the wide hem of their clothes touched.

Hermione, who raised her hand positively at every question, happened to be answering that the third cauldron contained a love potion.

"The smell is different for everyone, for example, what I smell is freshly mowed lawn, brand new parchment, and..." Hermione's last words were swallowed.

But Professor Slughorn didn't seem to care, and asked her name.

"This is probably the most dangerous and powerful potion in this classroom." The smell of the love potion filled the entire classroom, making the students want to take a few more deep breaths.

The cold fragrance of guaiac wood permeated her surroundings, and Astria also felt as if she was deeply buried in Draco's arms, which made her very fond of it.

Professor Slughorn put the lid on the cauldron, and the smell disappeared instantly.This made the students who wanted to continue smelling sigh in disappointment.

The last one is Felicity Elixir, which has a color like melted gold. It brings luck and makes the whole professor look at it.

Astria thought of the bottle that Draco gave her, she should be glad that the medicine will not rot like food...

"I take it as a reward for this class." Slughorn's words lifted the students' spirits. "If you want to get it, let's open the tenth page of this book. The best One will win the vial of Felicia. So start now."

Almost as soon as the words were finished, the sound of flipping books and putting weights on the balance came from the classroom.

This is a bit different from Professor Snape's way of teaching.Astria looked at the book and pulled her hair a little distressed - her sleepy bean was always forced to jump around by the small silver knife.

Others were also busy working on the magic materials in front of them, while Blaise on the other side of her was a step behind her, so she could only look at Draco.

That's good in potions class, you can't stop it when you make potions.But those people knew that Malfoy was good at potions, so they wouldn't go to see him, which was cheap for Astria.

Draco raised his eyes slightly with a feeling in his heart, and saw someone next to him watching his potion making.He hooked the corners of his mouth happily, watched her progress, and then slowed down the speed of his hands to let her keep up.

With her fair and slender hand, she picked up the side of the short silver knife and squeezed Sleepy Bean, her fingertips turned red because of the force, and Astria subconsciously thought of the gorgeous lip color of the Platinum Young Master last night, and she felt awry With a sound, he quickly looked away, and then ignored the book that said to slice the sleepy beans, picked up the small silver knife and squeezed it sideways.

—Of course I listened to Draco, who cares what the book says.

She then followed Draco step by step to make it, stirring it counterclockwise seven times and then clockwise again, watching the potion turn into a light pink little by little.

"Okay...it's time," Professor Slughorn said loudly. "Please stop stirring."

Then he walked among the students, looked at their cauldrons, nodded when he saw Hermione, glanced at Harry when he saw him, and walked over without saying anything.

When he walked to Draco's side, he also nodded in satisfaction, and when he saw Asteria's cauldron, he shouted in surprise, "The winner has come out, congratulations to Miss Knightley, she is excellent! This bottle of Felicia It's yours, use it well."

It was no problem for everyone to hear this, because Knightley's potions were good.Harry also felt that compared to Malfoy, he also felt that Astria got a good deal.

Astria was stunned when she heard it. Everyone was looking at her. She didn't dare to look at Draco, but it didn't prevent her from glancing at his cauldron—it was a slightly darker color inside, obviously Not stirring enough.

What could not be understood, Draco wanted her to get Felicia.She took the small bottle of Felix Elixir and thanked the professor with a smile.

On the way back to the lounge, Blaise took a look at the bottle of Felix Felicia, and said enviously, "I'm so envious. Although my Potions class got into the NEWTs class, it was all thanks to Mrs. Zabini." At the end of the fifth grade At that time, Mrs. Zabini's roaring letters, one a day, could no longer be punctual.

"Thanks Merlin, probably my good luck is helping me. Even if I don't have Felicia, I'm super lucky." Asteria's similarly boastful words made Blaise and the other Slytherin silently cover up Chest, because the words hurt them a little.

Draco, who was walking in front, understood, because no one was looking at him, the platinum young master smiled happily from the door of the potions classroom to the Slytherin lounge.