Chapter 862 Adult Matters and Cheating

"Speaking of which, Hermione is already thirteen years old this year..."

Elena murmured thoughtfully, looking at the little beaver that was gradually growing next to her.

At this time, Hermione was stirring the solvent in the crucible. The second-year Potions class was still in pairs for the time being. Although Hermione was still thinking about lemons, she would not abandon the classroom tasks in front of her.

"Well, I happen to be one year older than you...don't we have birthdays right next to each other?"

Hermione replied calmly, without even looking up.

"I like the set of birthday gifts you gave me very much. I also know that the decision to teach the magic text lies with Professor Apokalis after all. It is just a special flame manipulation technique. I am not envious... "

"If I remember correctly, you came here last week...I saw it in the trash can in the bathroom——"

"Um...what's wrong, Elena?"

Hermione's face turned pink, and she rolled her eyes hatefully at the white-haired dumpling next to her.

"I mean……"

Elena leaned close to Hermione Granger's ear, her voice was low, and she whispered softly.

"This also means that Granger can be regarded as an adult. Would you like to follow me outside the school and try some things that only adult wizards can do? Some taboo things that only adult wizards can do. Besides, Weren't you curious about the area outside the gate of Hogwarts?"

"Things that only adult wizards can... do... are taboo..."

Hermione's feet under the table stirred back and forth uncomfortably a few times, and her crystal earlobes were instantly dyed red.

"What is that... an adult wizard... a forbidden area outside the school..."

"Advanced mathematics, advanced physics, advanced chemistry...these are the most brilliant crystallizations of wisdom of scientific civilization so far, alchemy, potions, transfiguration, charms...these are the oldest mysterious fires inherited by magical civilization; they are now in Hog Not far from Watts Gate, they collided fiercely with each other, blooming with light belonging to the future of human civilization——"

Elena said, her delicate little face shimmering.

After the first transformation a few days ago, in addition to the discovery of fire ability, the original magical ability, physical strength and energy in her body were also slightly strengthened. The changes were so obvious that Elena could even clearly detect them.

Maybe it won't work on the gay potatoes and carrots among gays, but it is still very useful when used on the charm wings.

"For example, look," Elena said, pointing to the crucible mysteriously, "Did you see it? The new refreshing solvent that we are learning in today's class - this is the bright spark created by the interweaving of magic and science. , want to go?”

At the edge of the table, Hermione turned to look at Elena and listened carefully.

It was the first time she heard what was going on outside the school.

Different from the printed words in the textbook, from Elena's mouth, a wonderful dream scene that had never been imagined unfolded before Hermione's eyes. New knowledge was gradually being born - maybe just a few hundred meters away from them. Location.

"Where? When are we going?" Hermione said quickly,

"Not far from here."

Elena said, her eyebrows filled with excitement and pride: The little beaver failed the charm test!

"Actually, it's the area outside the gate of Hogwarts. Did Professor Dumbledore say when the school started that that area is absolutely prohibited for all students? Of course, because there are more than just mackerel living there. Melon scholars, that’s the epitome of half of human civilization—but knowledge isn’t all safe, right?”

"Only people like Professor Lockhart, Professor Quirrell, or people like Mr. Nicolás Flamel and Professor Albus Dumbledore are qualified to enter that area on behalf of wizards to identify and fuse the two. a civilized process.”

"The area outside the gate of Hogwarts..."

Hermione repeated, looking at Elena meaningfully.

"Those plans at the school gate seem to have started when the last semester was about to end, right? Wait, there is another unexplainable question. Why did we first come into contact with textbooks written by Americans last year?"

"Ah, this is because——"

Elena was stunned and opened her mouth in a daze.

It’s not like plans can’t change quickly.

Who would have thought at the time that Elena Kaslana, a black-hearted little cutie from an orphanage, could transform herself into the Queen of Gringotts Wizarding Bank in less than a year, and even take over part of the Red Will? of the afterglow.

However, Hermione's current authority is not suitable for contacting too many "greater ideals" for the time being.

Looking at Hermione's increasingly suspicious bright brown eyes, Elena's little hair jumped up and down in a tangled manner.

But at this moment, Snape suddenly shouted:

"Now, I think you should be almost done with the operation. This potion must be cooked and processed before it can be used; after ten minutes, pack up the things while the potion is rolling, and the rest of the process will be done by the senior students. Take over..."

"Oh, of course..."

Snape said, pausing, his dark eyes shining with bright malice.

"Your names will be labeled on each potion bottle. If something unexpected happens, or the senior students lose points... don't worry, I will tell them kindly and seriously that it is all because of myself. Not good at academics."

The movements of the whole class suddenly stopped, and many students' relaxed expressions began to become serious.

Neville Longbottom glanced desperately at the liquid in his cauldron.

At the end of last semester, he witnessed with his own eyes how some unlucky seniors from Gryffindor House took turns taking dozens of duel challenges in one day, and finally almost "died" in Apocalypse. Professor Si's arena.

Of course, in a sense, "death" may be easier.

Since "quick recovery", "healing as before", and the most terrifying "Wyrd" magic text began to become routine, high-intensity duels have truly become a battle like an execution - you can even pretend to be stunned No chance.

In fact, Neville was not afraid of fighting. He was actually more worried about grandma's disappointed expression after knowing all this.

Compared to subjects such as Herbology, History of Magic, Mathematics, and Grammar, which can be improved through hard work and clumsy ways of stacking time, Neville's performance in courses involving creativity and spellcasting was much worse, and in Hogwart Among the many courses he took, Potions almost became the one he learned least well.

Of course, the most important thing is that starting from the second half of last semester, Neville became very afraid of Snape.

Due to his talent in processing and sorting medicinal materials, Neville, like Harry and Draco, was classified in Professor Snape's mind as a young wizard with a "promising future" and a talent for potions. .

When the gap between expectations and reality is particularly large, things naturally become ten times worse.

What made Neville most uneasy and uncomfortable was that Professor Snape seemed not to give up... instead he became more and more concerned about Neville's mistakes in class, which almost caused him to have a nervous breakdown.

For example, his potion at this time should be a bright yellow warm, sweet solvent, rather than——

"Yellow-green, Longbottom."

Snape walked over to Neville, who cowered reflexively against his cauldron.

The cold Potions Professor squinted his eyes, scooped up a little with a spoon, and then let it splash back into the cauldron so that all the students in the class could see it - a few drops of yellow-green substance fell on the wooden table, It makes a terrible sizzling sound.

"Strongly corrosive, yellow-green. Tell me, kid, has something penetrated into this thick skull of yours? You didn't listen to me. To make it very clear, according to what I gave on the blackboard Steps? Didn’t I clearly say that you must not mix the operations described in the book and never add nitrate? Longbottom!"

Snape leaned down and stared into Neville's eyes from his hooked nose.

"You succeeded in turning a refreshing potion into a poison more powerful than concentrated nitric acid... Tell me, do you enjoy this creative moment very much, how do you change the way and waste the potion in a wild and imaginative way? !”

Neville's face turned as deep red as pig liver, and he was trembling.

"Sir," Harry suddenly said, "Sir, if you allow me, can I help him change?"

"There are only fifteen minutes until get out of class ends, Harry...Mr. Potter."

Snape frowned, his gaze lingering on Harry's green eyes for a few seconds, and he looked dazed for half a second.

He seemed to have seen a similar scene somewhere in the underground classroom more than ten years ago.

"Very good, if you plan to do this... At the end of get out of class today, Mr. Longbottom's performance on potions will be one of your assessment scores for today's class. As for your own-"

Snape's eyes fell on Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter's partner, and he said softly.

"Mr. Malfoy, if you can take over on your own, you will earn ten points for Slytherin House."

"Wait! Professor Snape, Harry was just saying this kindly."

Draco Malfoy's eyes lingered on Neville's seemingly hopeless pile of strong acid solution for a moment, and he showed an apologetic expression towards the round-faced boy. Then, Draco turned his head and said seriously .

"Harry, don't be stupid, this can't be done! It's impossible in such a short time..."

"Strong corrosiveness can accelerate the nitrification treatment of mushrooms. It only needs to neutralize the chemical properties. In theory, it should be completed."

After Harry Potter thought for a few seconds, he hesitated and said softly.

"So...are you going to stir the new potion out with your tongue? Huh?"

Professor Snape raised his eyebrows noncommittally, thought for a moment, and added.

"By the way, Mr. Harry Potter, remember to grab your own textbook - if you don't complete it successfully, then you will also earn yourself an extra classroom reward, two weeks of confinement - for your arrogance price."

"I understand, Professor Snape."

Harry Potter nodded very seriously and carefully picked up his old textbook.

"Trust me, Draco - it's okay."

………

Half an hour later.

Hermione and Elena climbed the stairs to the front hall.

Little Beaver was still thinking about the charming changes that Elena said, but Elena frowned and recalled the episode that had just happened in the classroom, and something strange suddenly flashed through her mind.

"Textbooks, old textbooks... nitrification treatment..."

Speaking of which, the progress of Harry's potions level at the beginning of this semester was a bit surprising.

Now that I recall and take stock carefully, the number of times the "Boy-Who-Lived" won first place in Potions class seems to be a bit ridiculously high. Even if she slacked off a little this semester, her performance was not so stable all of a sudden. .

"Hermione, do you feel that Harry seems to be a little cheating this year..."

"Huh? Cheating?" Hermione came back to her senses and blinked in confusion.

"What I mean is...the cheating device - you see, Draco should also have noticed something is wrong."

Elena slowly stopped, turned around, and glanced at the two boys at the back of the crowd.

They were now standing at the top of the stairs, watching the rest of the class pass by them and heading to the hall for lunch. Among the non-stop flow of people, Harry and Draco were still standing at the bottom, arguing about something. It became particularly conspicuous.

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New year, new atmosphere! Great!