Chapter 455: Potions Class

Chapter 455 Potions Class

Outside the door of the Charms Professor's office, Franklin was waiting alone for Mike in the office. As for Clark, he ran to study.

The sixth and seventh grade students at Hogwarts have a lot of free time. Part of the reason for this is that many students have been disqualified from elective courses due to their grades, but the more reason is that the NWET courses are too difficult. Now, most professors have taken the initiative to reduce course density and teaching pace so that students can have more time to absorb and digest the current knowledge.

Many students with poor self-control began to act recklessly after getting so much free time. Their attention shifted from studying to novels, shopping, wizard chess and even love, especially love, six or seven inside Hogwarts The ratio of couples among first-year students is frighteningly high. Unlike Muggle society, which breaks up immediately after graduation, due to the particularity and closedness of wizarding society, most of these student couples can get married.

In fact, a large number of couples in wizarding society met on campus, such as Harry's parents, and Neville and Ron's parents.

Mike even suspected that this might be a conspiracy by the Ministry of Magic to increase the fertility rate. After all, young people of this age basically have no other fun than falling in love once they are free.

Moreover, they are not mentally mature at this grade, so boys and girls do not know about restraint and safety measures, and can easily cause death. In the end, they have no choice but to become parents early (abortion is illegal in the wizarding world!).

But there are also a small number of students who always focus on their studies, either because of family pressure or because of their amazing self-control, but no matter what, they are the future of the wizarding world.

Clark belongs to this type of person. In fact, it is very rare for him to save time to interact with Mike specifically. You must know that he will graduate this year.

Clark's departure also made Franklin a little bored. He had been waiting here for almost half an hour. He really couldn't figure out what was going on between Mike and Professor Flitwick that took so long to talk about.

Franklin leaned against the wall, staring blankly at the office door.

The next moment, the door was suddenly pushed open. Franklin was refreshed. His pupils had just regrouped when he saw Professor Flitwick rushing out of the door at a terrifying speed that almost turned into an afterimage. He ignored the door. Franklin rushed directly to the stairs.

Immediately afterwards, Mike also walked out with a smile. He saw Franklin looking at Professor Flitwick's back in astonishment, and explained first:

"Professor Flitwick, he's almost late for class."

Franklin glanced stiffly at the clock hanging on the wall and murmured:

"He seems to be late, right?"

"Oh, is that so? That's really bad."

"It's quite bad. Only students have always been late for class. This is the first time I've heard of a professor being late."

Mike was amused by Franklin and chuckled a few times. After his mood calmed down a bit, he took Franklin back to the Ravenclaw lounge.

Since both of them had dropped a large number of elective courses, they had no classes to attend all morning.

Naturally, Mike would not waste such a long period of free time. After returning to the Ravenclaw lounge, he went directly to the secret realm of the Freemasonry and began further training on magic spells in the Charms Practice Square.

As for Franklin, he went to practice on the Quidditch field.

Because the previous captain finally graduated, the captain of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team is now Cedric's fiancée Qiu Zhang, but Qiu Zhang, who is in seventh grade this year, is obviously more willing to focus on In terms of learning, she delegated many powers of the team, including the selection of team members.

The reason Franklin went over today was to discuss with other senior players how to select new players this year.

It wasn't until noon that the two returned to Hogwarts for lunch.

During this period, Franklin kept talking to Mike about their schedule plan for this year, and claimed that they would definitely be able to regain the Quidditch trophy this year.

This left Mike a little speechless. He smiled and shook his head, but he saw that the students around him were all talking to each other happily. Some lower-grade students even dueled each other on the dining table using sausages as swords. The whole restaurant was filled with With laughter.

This scene made Mike feel a little emotional.

Nowadays, the entire wizarding world is in panic because of Voldemort's return, but Hogwarts is like a protective spell that firmly protects these students inside, so that their lives are not disturbed.

It would be a pity if a place like this was destroyed.

Mike thought so.

…

After lunch break, Mike finally ushered in his first class of the new semester - Potions.

The teaching location of this course was still the basement near Slytherin House. When Mike and Franklin walked to the corridor in front of the basement together, they found that there were already more than a dozen people gathered here talking and laughing.

The arrival of Mike and Franklin quickly attracted their attention, and several Ravenclaw students immediately approached and greeted Mike excitedly.

After saying hello to them, Mike looked at the crowd again and found the savior trio in a corner outside.

Harry's condition seemed much better than yesterday. At least he had a smile on his face now, while Hermione kept flipping through his potions textbook, mumbling plausibly while reading. He was reading something, and from time to time he would close the book, raise his head, close his eyes and mutter to himself, seemingly reciting the text.

As for Ron, he still looked careless. At the moment, he was chatting excitedly with a short-haired black boy next to him. Mike guessed that the topic between them must be Quidditch.

"Hey, Harry."

Mike smiled and stepped forward to say hello. The latter was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then a brighter smile bloomed on his face.

"Mike! You also chose the Potions Advanced Class? Oh! Look at the stupid things I said, you will definitely choose it."

"I also guessed that you would definitely choose Potions after the admission standards for the Advanced Potions class were lowered." Mike said with a smile, "I also guessed that you definitely didn't prepare any textbooks."

"Well, that's true. Although you reminded me during the summer vacation, I still didn't expect that I could continue to take Potions class, so... But don't worry, Professor McGonagall said that I can go to Si Professor Raghorn, borrow it for a moment."

"I think you may not need to borrow it from him." Mike said, taking out a crumpled book "Advanced Potion Making" and a brand new scale from his pocket and handing it over, "This is I thought you could use the second-hand books I picked up a few years ago."

"Thank you...thank you."

Harry took the book, but the smile on his face was a little stiff.

Looking at the torn pages of the book that were almost falling apart (originally it wasn't that torn, but it became like this after everyone in the Freemasonry read it), Mike quickly reacted, knowing that Harry had misunderstood, and quickly explained :

"Oh, I'm sorry Harry. I hope you don't misunderstand. I gave you the old book solely because it contains a lot of previous notes of a certain senior. I think they should be able to help you. There is no other meaning at all. Um, or you can use it I’ll stick with it for a while, and then I’ll write to Flourish Blossoms and order a new book.”

The expression on Harry's face relaxed immediately, and he said with some guilt and embarrassment:

"I'm sorry Mike, you know that's not what I meant."

"It doesn't matter."

Mike and Harry looked at each other and smiled, and at this time Ron also leaned over. His expression was a little disappointed because he didn't have a textbook, but it was obvious that Mike had not prepared his share.

After a long time, he took a deep breath and asked:

"Mike, you mean you've already gotten this book? But... why? I mean, hasn't this year's Potions class started yet? You don't have to..."

Before he finished speaking, Hermione, who was reciting the text next to her, burst into laughter. She glanced at Ron with the eyes of a slug and said disdainfully:

"That's why you don't get a distinction in Potions, because you never try to preview what you haven't studied yet."

Ron's face turned red at what he said, but he didn't dare to get angry again. He could only wait for Hermione with his big round bell-like eyes, and Hermione was also staring at him, their eyes unblinking. , as if whoever blinks first loses. Harry on the side also looked a little embarrassed, because he was the same as Ron.

At this time, someone shouted that class was about to start. Hermione and Ron guessed that the staring challenge was over, they rubbed their dry eyes and followed the crowd into the underground classroom.

As soon as he walked into the basement, Mike saw a round belly. After a closer look, he realized that it was Slughorn. He was enthusiastically guarding the door of the classroom, welcoming every student who came to class.

He seemed very happy as he looked at the students who returned gifts to him.

Especially when Mike and Harry greeted him, he smiled so hard that his walrus beard kept shaking.

The Potions classroom at this time has also changed a lot compared to before. It was originally dark and gloomy. Snape was like a photophobic bat and prohibited students from lighting open fires in the classroom, even if it was true. For lighting, extremely low-temperature magic flames must be used. The light emitted by those light green flames is cold. Combined with the glass jar specimens placed on the surrounding shelves, the Potions classroom is transformed into a living room. A medieval graveyard laboratory of horrific necromancers.

But it's different now. Slughorn's taste is obviously different from Snape's. Not only did he remove those shelves, but he also arranged many magic lamps with warm yellow light around the classroom, illuminating the entire classroom. of warmth. Moreover, the Potions classroom was still filled with a lot of water vapor at this time. If it weren't for the various weird smells permeating the air, Mike would definitely associate it with a large bathroom.

He took a closer look and discovered that there were several bubbling cauldrons placed in the classroom. The strange smell and steam in the classroom came from them.

There were already several Slytherins sitting in the classroom at this time. It was obvious that they had the geographical advantage and got here first.

Unlike the ordinary courses in the past, the NEWT Potions course is taught together by the four major colleges, because Potions is too difficult and requires too many Galleons. Not to mention the Snape era in the past, even now Slughorn took the initiative to lower the admission standards for the Potions NEWT course and not many people were willing to take the class.

Mike, Franklin and others quickly entered the classroom. They passed through a cauldron, but when they passed a golden cauldron near the Gryffindor table, everyone stopped.

Because the smell in this crucible was so good, Mike even smelled the smell of unlit Cuban cigars in it, which made him, who had quit smoking for a long time, couldn't help but take two strong puffs.

The expressions of the others were similar, and they were all intoxicated. Harry and Ron even closed their eyes and raised their heads to take a deep breath.

This made Mike immediately alert. After all, these people have no addiction to cigarettes and there is no reason for them to be addicted to the smell of cigars.

He immediately looked at the golden crucible. When he saw the spiraling white steam above the crucible, Mike showed an expression of sudden realization.

What is boiling in this crucible is a love potion!

Mike swallowed, and finally took a deep breath of the intoxicating aroma, and then forced Franklin, who was still unwilling to leave, to the long table of Ravenclaw.

"Hey! Mike, what are you doing? I want to smell it some more."

Franklin complained dissatisfiedly, but upon hearing this, Mike rolled his eyes and asked with a strange smile:

"Really? What did you smell just now?"

"What question are you asking? Isn't that the question from Potterby's Magic Hair Softener?"

Mike said with a confused look:

"Why do you smell the smell of hair softener? Also, how do you remember that smell when you don't use hair softener at all?"

"This is because of Clin..."

Franklin stopped when he finished speaking, but Mike still understood what he meant. He looked at Franklin with a teasing look on his face, and the latter's dark face also had a rare blush.

At this time, everyone else had also taken their seats. Harry, Ron and others on the balcony near the water sat directly on the edge of the golden crucible. As for the others, they could only reluctantly return to their seats in their respective colleges.

And seeing everyone in their places, Professor Slughorn also returned to the podium with a smile.

"Okay, okay," Slughorn said to everyone through the steaming steam, "Dear students, please take out your scales, medicine bags and your "Advanced Potion Making"... Oh! Yes! "Hey Harry, Professor McGonagall told me before that you don't seem to have any textbooks. Don't worry, kid, don't worry at all. You can use the raw materials in the storage cupboard today, and scales and old books can also be lent to you."

"Um, thank you for your kindness." Harry said hesitantly, "But I already have the textbook, and Mike lent it to me. But Ron doesn't have it yet. Can you lend it to him?"

"Is that so?" The expression on Slughorn's face was a little disappointed. He glanced at Ron sideways, and then said in a calm tone, "Okay, Romy, go get it quickly, Chu." The locker is over there.”