Chapter 741 He Looked Too Happy Just Now

In the auditorium, students from each college got their schedules.

"The first period in the morning is Potions class. I have to go to class quickly." Hermione walked through the wizards who hurriedly left the auditorium, came to Allen, and greeted him.

"I have to inspect the venue for the practical operation of my ancient magic class. Don't be late in the afternoon. As my first batch of students, I have a gift for you." Allen told Hermione and Luna, although he He didn't fill in a single course of the improvement class, but he didn't return to the tower to conduct research. As a professor, he hoped that his students could enjoy the best classroom experience—although he didn't know the exact number, but just now Flitwick Tell him that judging from the applications he has received so far, there are quite a few people coming from Ravenclaw alone.

After a holiday arrangement and transformation, the classroom and office of the ancient magic class have been assigned to Alan, but referring to Demister's duel class, Alan doesn't want all the students to stay in the classroom all day for some low-level activities. Intensive activities, for this reason, he plans to go to the Black Lake in the Forbidden Forest to choose a suitable area, and then transform it as a venue for combat training.

"I also have to go to the Protection of Fantastic Beasts class." Luna flicked her carrot pendant and stood up, "Ellen, you can come and have a look near Hagrid's cabin."

Seeing Luna mentioning the Protection of Fantastic Beasts class, Hermione suddenly looked down at her timetable, which made her realize that none of the people whom Hagrid regarded as her best friends, including herself, Harry, and Ron, had filled in the class. Hagrid's Protection of Fantastic Beasts class...Although I know that because many wizards try to enroll in all twelve courses, Hagrid's current teaching is not as bad as it was at the beginning, and after graduation, he intends to enter the Department of Magical Creature Management and Control. less, so there should be quite a few wizards applying for Hagrid's advanced class, so that there will be no embarrassing situation where no one goes to class—but the problem now is that when Hagrid finds that his three favorite friends will not go to his How should I explain it to him in class...

At this time, the aisle outside the auditorium was buzzing with people, and the young wizards who got their schedules after breakfast were looking for their classrooms in a mess, especially those freshmen. The terrain is even more dizzying.

Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown walked through the corridor with books in their arms. The laughter of the two beautiful witches attracted the attention of many wizards.

"It's such a pity, that pretty centaur Firenze doesn't teach the sixth grade divination class this year." Parvati and Lavender sighed after chattering for a while, "He is the driving force behind my choice of divination class."

"Professor Traorini is equally attractive. She is very popular on Harris TV. Many people want to pay a lot of money to ask her for private divination. Now we can contact her every week and get her own advice. It is the most worth looking forward to!" Lavender held her head high, she has never lost contact with Professor Traorini, she will naturally become the professor's favorite student, "I knew she would succeed when I was in the lower grades , she predicted the death of my rabbits!"

"Ladies, the History of Magic class is upstairs, not downstairs." Professor McGonagall held a roll of parchment and shouted to Lavender and Parvati, who hadn't paid attention to the direction and were surrounded by the crowd. The crowd commanded helplessly. Seeing the scene in the distance, she hurriedly shouted, "Davis! Mr. Davis! Don't go in! That's the women's toilet..."

In the crowd, Harry looked at the wizards rushing to the classroom and said to Ron, "I have to go to Potions class."

With a relaxed face, Ron winked at Harry leisurely and said, "I don't have class in the morning."

"Potter, Mr. Weasley!" Following Professor McGonagall's cry, Harry looked at Professor McGonagall, and the smile on Ron's face froze.

"Oh, it's not good." Ron whispered something, and he had to bite the bullet and hurried to Professor McGonagall with Harry.

"Potter, I remember you have Potions class in the morning." Professor McGonagall asked with a stern expression on his face.

"Yes, Professor, I'm going to the Potions classroom." Harry rubbed his hands a little awkwardly.

"Very good." Professor McGonagall nodded with her lips pursed, then raised her chin to Ron, and said to Harry, "Potter, take Mr. Weasley with you, he looked too happy just now."

Ron quickly explained: "Professor, my grades can't meet the requirements for entering the Potions class..."

"Mr. Weasley, that's why I asked Potter to take you." Professor McGonagall looked at Ron's anxious look of getting rid of the class with dissatisfaction, and sighed helplessly.

"Yes, Professor..." Ron dropped his head and gave up arguing.

Seeing Weasley's appearance, McGonagall shook her head slightly, and then said to Harry, "Harry, the former captain Angelina Johnson has graduated. As the successor, you, the new captain The Quidditch captain needs to select players as soon as possible. We haven't won the Quidditch Cup for many years in a row. In addition, our main chaser and batsman twins from last year have graduated. This time the rebuilding pressure is very high. , Potter, you only have two chances before you graduate." Professor McGonagall glanced at Weasley again, last year it was because Ron was the goalkeeper, because the Slytherins used the song "King Weasley" to make him The pressure is too great to perform normally, so that other teams can make a wave in the total scoring list every time they face Gryffindor.

Although McGonagall didn't say it, Ron, who noticed her eyes, shrugged resentfully, and complained after walking away from Harry: "I might as well leave it to me to practice Quidditch during the Potions class."

As they walked towards the stairs leading to the basement, they saw Hagrid throwing an arm up in joy and waving hello to them. Harry and Ron exchanged glances, avoiding his gaze, and scribbled towards him. He waved his hand in response.

Trying to pretend that he didn't hear Hagrid's call for them to go there early in the afternoon, Harry, who got rid of the half-blood giant, said to Ron with a look of embarrassment: "The improvement class of the Protection of Fantastic Beasts class is in the first session of the afternoon, and he is now It should be to teach lower grade students."

"Hermione didn't take his class either. He probably doesn't know that none of us took his class." Ron scratched his head in frustration, "...I would have signed up for Hagrid's class if I had known, Professor McGonagall You won't let me follow you to any potions class..."

What Hagrid would think if he knew, Harry didn't want to think about it any further: "Speaking of potions, we're going to be late again, let's go."

When Harry and Ron entered the Potions classroom, they found that they were late, because the underground classroom was already filled with steam and filled with all kinds of weird smells.

"Attention to detail in the preparation stage... is the prerequisite for the success of any plan." Through a lot of hot steam, Professor Slughorn, who heard the movement behind him, turned around and greeted Harry very enthusiastically, "Ah , Harry, my dear boy, it's good to see you, I'm starting to worry, did you bring any friends over?"

"Professor Slughorn, my name is Ron Weasley. Professor McGonagall just asked Harry to bring me here... but my grades are not good enough for the advanced class, I'm not up to your standards... actually I've had a terrible time studying potions, and to be honest, asking me to brew potions is also a threat to others..." Ron tried his best to explain that he was not qualified, and wanted Professor Slughorn to refuse his study.

Hearing what his red-haired friend said, Harry let himself take half a step back, put his hand on Ron's back, and kept Ron from stepping back. He didn't want to take Potions class by himself, if he could be accompanied by Ron Natural is best.

Slughorn, who was a little hesitant when he heard the words, noticed Harry's movement. He simply raised his hand to welcome Ron, and smiled kindly at Ron. "Nonsense! We won't know until the end of class. I heard you're Harry's good friend, so you're my friend too. Get out your textbooks."

After speaking, Professor Slughorn was about to turn around and prepare to continue teaching.

"Professor?" Harry said, holding up his hand.

Slughorn turned to look at Harry suspiciously again, "What's the matter Harry?"

"My book hasn't arrived yet, neither has Ron's book, and we don't have any equipment, because we didn't expect that we would still be eligible for advanced classes. We just placed an order with Lihen Bookstore, but it hasn't arrived so soon. said Harry dryly.

"You can go to the closet to look for textbooks, the raw materials in the storage cabinet can be used first, and the scale can also be lent to you." Slughorn raised his hand and continued to focus on his teaching, "I will prepare this morning Got some decoctions, does anyone know what these are?"

Slughorn straightened his chest, which was already bulging due to obesity, and the buttons on his vest seemed to be about to fly off. He walked up to these potions, looked at them fascinatedly, and when he finished speaking, At the same time, Hermione raised her hand.

"Very good, this..."

"Hermione Granger, Professor." Hermione lowered her raised hand.

"Hermione Granger..." Slughorn pondered for a moment, his eyes widened suddenly, his body leaned forward slightly, and then he walked around the cauldron with his big belly, walked up to Hermione and stretched out his hand, he was smiling all over his face Ask enthusiastically, "Isn't it Ms. Granger, CEO of Umbrella Company? Miss Granger, it's a great honor to meet you here. I'm very sorry. Last year, I was in bed because of my poor health, so I declined I'm really sorry for your solicitation."

Seeing Professor Slughorn's sudden enthusiasm, the wizards in the classroom exchanged glances with each other in surprise and discussed in low voices. Except for the elite wizards who chose to join Harris in the training class and a few young wizards born in well-established pure-blood families, most of the other ordinary wizards knew that Miss Know-It-All was managing the training class, but no one would have thought that the recent The well-known umbrella company in the wizarding world is actually under the management of Hermione Granger. Is the Harris family so relieved of a little Muggle-born witch?

"It's okay, Professor, the Umbrella Company still has a chance to cooperate with you." Hermione pretended to be calm and didn't think too much about the embarrassment of being exposed by Slughorn. She shook hands with him lightly, and walked forward deliberately After a few steps, he walked in front of those potions, "Professor, that pot is Veritaserum, which can make people tell the truth."

Just as Hermione was answering the question, Harry and Ron had already come to the closet, where there were two tattered sets of "Advanced Potion Making" by Libasio Pollage. One of them was slightly newer, and Harry and Ron exchanged glances, and immediately started a fight for the slightly newer textbook.

Harry won the little scramble with the quickness of a Seeker, and shook his textbook triumphantly, while Ron shook his own hard in annoyance.

Hermione had already guessed the last pot. "This pot is a love potion, the strongest ecstasy in the world." Hermione looked at Professor Slughorn, "It is said that it varies from person to person, and it will emit the smell that attracts the person most, such as the one I smelled. Freshly mowed lawn, brand new parchment..."

Hermione pursed her lips, her cheeks were rosy, and she thought to herself—Alan's smell. But what came out of the mouth became: "And the smell of 'Ogilvy' sisters soap."