The first two classes in the morning for Hogwarts second-year class A are potions classes.
Taking into account the time delayed by dividing the classes, this means that Elena and others hurried back to the common room to get the teaching materials, scales, and medicine bags, and then had to keep moving towards the magic weapon located on the underground floor of the castle.
Rush to the medicine classroom.
At this time, Elena suddenly understood some of Dumbledore's hidden plans in "Sudden Attack".
Since neither Luna nor Hannah was in Class A, Elena had to move all the teaching materials and teaching tools to the Gryffindor House girls' dormitory where Hermione Granger was located unless she could overcome it.
The intricate labyrinth environment of Hogwarts Castle, or you may be willing to lower your face and act as a fool to ask other students.
Although many young wizards have heard rumors that Elena is a road idiot, as long as Elena doesn't admit it personally for a day and try her best to ensure that no more witnesses appear, then this will always be the case.
Just a rumor.
Of course, she could follow Hannah back to the dormitory for the time being today, and then wait at the door for Hermione to pick her up for class.
"You don't seem unhappy?"
Hermione glanced at Elena with some curiosity. They were on their way to the Potions classroom.
"Professor Dumbledore's class placement results are different from what you expected, right? After all, when you were in the dormitory last night, you vowed to announce the results in advance, but obviously Dumbledore must have made a lot of temporary changes."
"Of course, this slap in the face is quite uncomfortable."
Elena spread her hands helplessly, and while walking forward quickly, she said with some itching teeth, "After all, Professor Dumbledore is the principal of Hogwarts. He will definitely consider a lot when making a decision.
On the other hand, since everything has become settled, I might as well think carefully about how to fight back in the future."
"Counterattack?" Hermione asked worriedly, "Elena, that's Professor Dumbledore..."
"The greatest white wizard in the world today. Of course I know how powerful the professor is, but apart from keeping an eye on me, he can't control all the students in every detail. Luna's side
Freshmen, three brand new courses, teaching adjustments for seniors, research on alchemy books..."
Elena counted on her fingers seriously for a while, with a cunning light in her eyes.
"Oh, by the way, there are also things outside the school. In this world, there is no way to guard against thieves. Besides, even if he temporarily disrupted the class arrangement, it would only delay my plan, which is nothing.
Big deal.”
Hermione nodded suddenly and said, "So, what are you going to do next?"
"First of all, I should find a way to persuade you to change your camp and stop helping those two old guys to trick me."
"Eh? I didn't, I wasn't..." Hermione blinked in panic, her tongue suddenly becoming knotted.
"You have almost written the answer on the link. I am neither blind nor stupid."
Elena glanced at the silly "Calculator" next to her, and sighed tiredly, "Granger? Are you really not suitable to be an undercover agent? Your extremely blunt way of talking, maybe
At most, it’s just a lie to Hannah.”
Needless to say, after more than a year of intrigue, Dumbledore finally found the fatal weakness of the Caslana family.
If Grindelwald and Dumbledore hadn't planned this despicable act of using their wings to fight together? Elena could have broken Hogwarts Castle into pieces and eaten them all, although she didn't know who the two were.
What kind of price and conditions did this old guy offer? But judging from the current results? She is surrounded by little moles now.
Draco Malfoy, the only one who didn't look like a traitor, probably had evil intentions for her in his heart.
As for enlisting Hermione to help her lie, the two of them joined forces to deceive Dumbledore, the hundred-year-old monster?
Perhaps Dumbledore would not always use Legilimency, but as a senior educator who had lived at Hogwarts for almost his whole life, Dumbledore could easily tell whether a person was lying even without using magic to retrieve memories.
"Don't worry, I don't want to cause anything for the time being."
Elena rubbed Hermione's face and explained with a casual smile, "If you talk about the next plan, then it is to find a way to get first place in all classes first? Then calm down to learn and research magic knowledge, and work hard
Enrich yourself.”
Hermione shook her head to break free from Elena's clutches, and couldn't help but give her a blank look.
"Huh? You think it's simple. It's not certain whether you can be the first this semester? I won't lose this time!"
Elena's mouth curved slightly and she shook her finger meaningfully.
"That's not necessarily true. Before defeating me, you may want to consider how to defeat Draco. He has put a lot of effort into studying this summer. If you slack off a little bit, you may not even be able to defeat him.
."
Gilderoy Lockhart edited a small piece of elementary magical knowledge and loaded it into Draco's memory in the form of an initiation.
Apart from Lockhart and Malfoy, even Dumbledore was kept in the dark for the time being.
Regarding the practical application of teaching memory magic, Elena and Grindelwald hold the same views... If the risk factor is low, then try it first. As for whether it is legal and compliant, that will be determined after success.
The problem.
…
After a few minutes.
Hermione and Elena came to the corridor outside the Potions classroom.
Except for them, other students from Class A of the second grade had already arrived early. Elena and I looked at each other, temporarily stopped their useless bickering, carefully pushed open the ajar door, and walked in.
Inside the classroom.
What was different from usual was that the underground classroom was filled with steam and all kinds of weird smells.
"Oh, kids, come on in"
The person standing next to the podium was not the "Severus Snape" shown on the class schedule, but a bald and fat old wizard with a walrus beard and a big belly. Hermione remembered his name, Hora.
S. Slughorn, an old professor who once taught at Hogwarts, just returned to campus this year at the invitation of Professor Dumbledore.
Slughorn turned his head to look at the door and greeted the two girls who were slightly late with a smile.
"Severus has something to do and can't come over today, so I'll teach him a lesson first..."
There are twenty crucibles between the wooden tables in the classroom. There are knives and jars of ingredients on the table. Even if the classes are re-divided, the seats directly in front of the podium are still vacant. They are reserved for Hermione and Elena.
Location.
Seeing Elena and Hermione sitting down in front of him, the smile on Slughorn's face became a little brighter.
Although he doesn't know much about the brand new Hogwarts, Slughorn still knows about the talented little wizards in the school. Throughout the history of Hogwarts, such outstanding little wizards
Not very common.
"Well, well, well," said Slughorn, his walrus mustache twitching on his smiling mouth.
"Everyone, please take out your medicine bag, scale, and don't forget to take out your respective "Magic Potions and Potions". Professor Snape told me that you just finished studying the first half of the book last year."
"Professor?" Elena suddenly raised her hand and said.
"What's the matter, Miss Kaslana?"
"Before this class, can we not recite the "Potion Classroom Safety Management System" and "Self-Mutual Inspection Management Standards" to the whole class? After all, a holiday has passed, I think these may still be necessary..."
"Eh? Uh, what, management system, self-inspection and mutual inspection?"
Slughorn was slightly startled, then lowered his head and looked at the parchment in his hand that he hadn't looked at carefully yet.
I saw that in the "entry instructions" given to him by Severus Snape, the first item was [Recite "Safety Management System" and "Management Standards" to the class], and at the end there was also
A complete content.
"Ah, yes, Professor Snape mentioned this... In that case, children, you should read it first. After a long summer, these things can really prevent your little minds from getting confused...
…”
Horace Slughorn glanced at the two documents roughly and nodded slightly in admiration.
In the ten years since he left Hogwarts, Severus Snape, the successor as potions professor, seemed to have put a lot of thought into teaching. It is no wonder that Albus Dumbledore valued a teacher so much.
As a young professor, with Horace Slughorn's decades of experience in teaching Potions classes, he could naturally see the role that these two regulations might play in the classroom.
After the students skillfully recited the rules, Slughorn's feelings became more obvious.
For the first time in so many years, he felt a hint of the orderly atmosphere he had longed for in the Potions class, like the order of a rigorous and restrained potion recipe, instead of the previous chaos of searching for diamonds in the fog.
"Very good, very good," Slughorn stood at the front of the classroom, pushing his already bulging chest forward, and the buttons on his vest were about to fall apart, although he was already fighting in his heart.
Make up your mind and face the young successor, but this does not mean that he admits that those traditional advantages will be surpassed, and potions will eventually fall on results.
"As the beginning of today's course, I have specially prepared several potions to open your eyes. Of course, most of them are just to pave the way for your interest. Some of you may be exposed to them this year, and some may have to wait until advanced classes.
Okay. Now let me take a look at your preview and basic knowledge... Who can tell me the names of these potions?"
Slughorn pointed to several cauldrons placed beside the desk. Some had been filled, and some were still tumbling.
Hermione stood up slightly from her seat, and inside she saw a pot of potion that was as clear as water, but compared to the flames underneath, the potion did not roll violently, but was as silent as stagnant water.
Without any hesitation, Hermione immediately raised her arms high.
However, Slughorn did not click her, but pointed behind her.
"Living Hell Decoction, this is a very powerful sleeping potion. It can be prepared by adding narcissus root powder and mugwort together."
A somewhat familiar voice came from behind Hermione.
Hermione turned around in surprise and saw Harry Potter standing up and answering in a positive tone.
"Exactly correct, very good, very good!" Slughorn nodded happily, "Well done, Potter, your mother was also quite good when she was in school, so now..."
He pointed to the reagent bottles on the other side, which were filled with medicines that were bright and dazzling green.
Hermione's hand quickly rose up again, but unfortunately, Slughorn still didn't click on her this time, because the Potions professor had not yet had time to look away from Harry Potter.
Move direction.
"Shrinking Potion, Professor. This is what we will learn in the third grade. Yours is the most perfect form."
This time it was not Harry who answered Slughorn, but Draco Malfoy who was sitting next to him. The boy's somewhat pale face showed a confident look, and he bowed politely, just right.
Added one sentence.
"Such a shrinking potion can precisely control the effect. In today's magic world, the only one who can brew such a high-quality potion is an experienced potion master like you..."
"Oh, kid, I don't dare take this seriously. There are many potions masters of the same level as me."
Horace Slughorn waved his hand quickly and said modestly.
However, judging from the smile on the old wizard's face, it was obvious that Draco Malfoy's words were quite useful. What made Slughorn even more excited was that the potential wizards in this class were obviously more powerful than he had previously imagined.
many.
"Great, great, then I'll add an extra question. Well, this was originally an eye-opening potion for the sixth graders tomorrow. Look what it is. Of course, because it hasn't been brewed yet,
So you"
Slughorn mysteriously pointed to a small black cauldron beside his podium.
The potion in the crucible was splashing rapidly, but perhaps it had not been brewed successfully, so the color would suddenly change several times from time to time. Hermione, who was sitting in the front row, even saw the remains of the potion that had not disappeared flashing on the surface.
And passed away.
The mysterious potion that has not yet been brewed?
And it’s also a rare magic potion that can open the eyes of sixth graders?
How could this be guessed?
The little wizards in the classroom looked at each other and shook their heads in confusion.
Hermione, Harry and Draco tried a few potions, but none of them guessed correctly. Looking at the young wizards who finally looked confused and curious, Horace Slughorn relaxed slightly.
tone.
If someone can guess even this unfinished potion, then he is really...
"This should be... the elixir of good fortune? The legendary lucky potion?"
Just when Horace Slughorn was about to reveal the answer to the mystery, a lovely voice suddenly came to his ears.
I saw the silver-haired little witch who had been quietly like an ordinary student since she entered the underground classroom, except for reminding everyone to read the rules aloud. She gently held her chin with her right hand and whispered curiously.