Ryan led Harry and Ron away from Professor McGonagall as quickly as possible. At this time, Harry and the others lowered their heads like mice escaping from a cat's claws and followed Ryan until they reached the corner and met Hermione.
Afterwards, Ryan told Hermione what had happened before. As a result, the two of them laughed together at Professor McGonagall's cold humor.
"Ah, what a bad luck. I thought I could take a break after writing so much." Ron said helplessly after getting out of Professor McGonagall's sight. He chose the same course as Harry at that time, Tu Neng and Harry.
He had a companion in class together, and he could find someone to copy when doing homework later on. But now that he thought about the content of Potions class, he suddenly felt that he had been a little impulsive when he chose classes in the morning.
However, it can also be seen here that Ron's academic level is not low, otherwise he would not be able to apply for these subjects. Therefore, many fans in the past life described Ron's level as nothing but a prejudice.
When they went downstairs to the underground classroom, they met Hagrid in the school foyer. Hagrid happily raised an arm to greet them, and then said to Ryan. "Thank you for your help in getting the centaurs to accept me."
Brother, otherwise I will definitely cause trouble for Professor Dumbledore this year."
After saying that, he looked at Harry and Ron: "I felt a little frustrated when I didn't see you come to my class this morning, but then I thought that you are all older now and have your own goals, so I felt less frustrated.
.Harry, I know that if you want to become an Auror, you need to learn a lot of things and a lot of time to practice. I completely understand if you don’t come to my class. I hope you can finally achieve your goal and become a great Auror.
"After finishing speaking, Hagrid waved to them again and left.
"I feel a little sorry for him." Looking at Hagrid's back as he strode out the door, Harry felt a little guilty. "As his friend, I should sign up for his class."
"Stop talking nonsense, Harry." Ron said helplessly: "Now these subjects require us to devote 200% of our energy to just keep up with the progress, let alone you are still Quidditch
Captain Qi, you need to spend a lot of time on training. If you add another course, I guess you won’t be able to sleep this year.”
"And there are quite a few people who want to enter the Department for the Management and Control of Magical Creatures after graduation, so there should be quite a few wizards applying for Hagrid's advanced class, so there won't be the embarrassing situation of no one attending class." Ryan's explanation made Harry angry.
Looking a lot more relaxed, they had already arrived in the corridor outside the underground classroom. They saw that only twelve or three students came to take advanced classes. This also meant that the maximum number of pharmacists that the entire UK could provide every year was this number.
No wonder potions sold outside are not cheap at all.
Before they could say anything to the others, the classroom door opened. Before Slughorn showed up, his big belly had already popped out. Unlike Snape, who always had a straight face,
Slughorn greeted his classmates to come in with a smile, and was particularly enthusiastic when greeting Harry and Shabini.
After entering the door, Ryan found that the basement was filled with steam and filled with all kinds of weird smells. Ryan smelled a special cold smell with a hint of rust from inside, but strangely he found that he was not disgusted with this smell.
, and even felt a huge sense of satisfaction slowly coming to him.
"Okay, okay, okay," Slughorn said. Looking through a lot of hot steam, his big figure looked erratic. "Everyone, please take out the scales and medicine."
Bag, and don’t forget to take out your "Advanced Potion Making" textbook, we are about to start class."
When he walked onto the podium, he found Harry raising his hand and looking at him. "What can you do, Harry?"
"I'm sorry, Professor, I don't have any books, no scales, nothing. Ron, it's because we didn't expect to be able to take advanced classes. We already sent the order this morning, but the things haven't arrived yet."
"Ah, it's okay. You can use the raw materials, scales and old textbooks in the storage cabinet today. Just return these things when your things arrive in class next time." Slughorn strode to a corner of the wall.
In front of the storage cabinet, he prepared two copies of the things he would use today and handed them to Harry and Ron, and then returned to the podium.
"I prepared some potions this morning to open your eyes. I think if you can successfully complete the potion improvement class, you should be able to make something like this. Okay, do you know what these are?" said
Then he pointed to the pot of transparent liquid that was like boiling water.
As soon as he finished speaking, Hermione raised her hand straight up, and Slughorn pointed at her. Hermione opened her mouth and said: "This is Veritaserum, Professor. It can make anyone who drinks it tell the truth.
.”
"Very good, what about this pot?" Slughorn pointed to a pot of something that looked like boiling mud. Ryan immediately recognized it as the polyjuice potion he had obtained in Brazil during his second grade.
Naturally, this kind of question didn't bother Hermione. She took one look at it and said, "It's Polyjuice Potion, sir."
"Okay, let's take a look at this last pot." After speaking, Slughorn looked at Hermione with a slightly expectant look. Hermione did not disappoint the professor's expectations.
"This is a love potion," Hermione said with certainty. "You can see its unique mother-of-pearl luster and spiraling vapor. The most special thing is that this potion smells the most attractive to everyone.
The smell. For example, I smelled freshly cut lawn, brand new parchment, and "
At this point, Hermione blushed, pursed her lips and stopped talking. She just turned her head and looked at Ryan when no one was paying attention, and then smiled at the same time.
"My dear, can you tell me your name?" Slughorn asked. At his age, he was already used to having such a love for young people, so he pretended not to notice Hermione's little move.
"Hermione Granger, sir."
"Granger? Granger? Are you related to Hertok Dagworth Granger, the founder of the Association of Extraordinary Apothecaries?" Slughorn subconsciously associated it with celebrities.
"No, it shouldn't be, sir. I am a Muggle."
The two Slytherin students snickered there, but Professor Slughorn, who was once the Head of Slytherin, did not show the disdainful look that Hermione imagined, but instead laughed.
He seemed to see what Hermione was thinking. So he said gently: "Relax, one of my most proud female students was also born as a Muggle, but it's a pity that later." At this point, he found that he was a little out of control, so he looked
After glancing at Harry, he said: "For the perfect answer just now, I give Miss Granger of Gryffindor a well-deserved twenty points."
Afterwards, Slughorn said to the class seriously: "The effects of love potions vary with the level of the maker. There are some very high-level pharmacists who can make potions that make people unconditionally obsessed. Of course,
The emotion created by this kind of potion cannot be called love. This is probably the most dangerous and powerful potion in this classroom."
After saying that, he put a lid on the crucible containing the medicine, looked at some disapproving students below, and nodded seriously. "You are still too young and too naive. When you have as much life experience as me,
You will never underestimate the power of demonic infatuation..."
After listening to these words, Ryan suddenly thought that this professor was born noble, had superb magic power, and was very rich, but he had been single all his life. Is it because he mistakenly used a love potion when he was young?
Just when Ryan was letting his mind wander, Slughorn cleared his throat and said, "Now, we should start the formal class."