Chapter 635 New School Year Courses

Monday, September 2nd.

Auditorium, morning.

"Herbology, very good. Professor Sprout will be happy to see you back, Longbottom..."

"The Defense Against the Dark Arts score is 'Good'. You are lucky. Professor Bagshot originally wanted to raise the standard, but was persuaded by Principal Dumbledore..."

"The results of the Transfiguration class are "good". I think this is enough for the special report..."

"Hmm...why not take the Charms class?"

"Your grandma thinks the Charms class is just to save trouble?"

"It seems that I wrote a letter to remind Augusta that she should not reject this subject just because she failed the spell exam back then. Your grades now are much better than those of your grandma..."

Professor McGonagall tapped the blank course schedule on the table with the tip of her wand, and neat ink marks quietly appeared. After taking back the wand, the courses he would take this semester had been filled in in detail.

Because formal classes require confirmation of the class schedule for this school year, after breakfast, the sixth-grade students were still sitting in their seats, waiting for the four deans to come down from the guest seats and wander around the desks of the deans to discuss their grades and personal wishes. Select courses.

After all, Loren and Hermione had excellent grades in all subjects. Professor McGonagall briefly reviewed the course schedule and found no time conflicts, so it was settled.

"Let me see... transfiguration, spells, potions, herbs, Defense Against the Dark Arts, arithmetic... Professor Binns and Hagrid were ruthlessly abandoned."

"You can choose another subject. Anyway, I have one more subject of ancient magic text than you."

"Forget it, forget it." Loren shook his head at the class schedule, and then asked, "When does the ancient magic text come to class every week?"

"Monday morning!"

"Isn't that now?"

"!!"

Seeing the little witch put away her class schedule and hurriedly walked to the door, Loren followed behind her unhurriedly. As she walked towards the stairs, she said: "Don't worry, you are definitely not the only one who chooses to take Ancient Magic Texts in the sixth grade. There will be others later. Many people have not confirmed the class schedule. Even if you go to the classroom now, Professor Babulin cannot teach you alone. "

"It seems..." Hermione's pace gradually slowed down, turned her head and asked in confusion, "You didn't have class in the first period, why are you following me?"

"While Professor Slughorn is arranging the timetable, I went to the Potions classroom to dig for treasures."

"?"

The Ancient Runes classroom was upstairs, and the Potions classroom was in the basement. After saying goodbye to Hermione at the top of the stairs, Loren walked through the underground corridor with ease and came to the door of the Potions classroom, where he came in through an "alaho hole".

The lights in the underground classroom are dim, the crucible is quietly placed on the table, and other common tools for processing medicinal materials are neatly placed. It can be seen that the house elf has cleaned it before the start of school. Perhaps it is because it has not been put into use this semester. There is nothing Weird smell.

"The lockers at the back of the classroom..."

Loren muttered softly and came to the corner. He opened several locker doors one after another. The smell was not so good now. There were a lot of debris inside, including broken crucibles, dry vines, damaged bat livers... …

Opening the locker where old books were stored, Loren glanced at a few piles of old textbooks scattered around, his eyes slightly closed.

When he opened his eyes again, the colors in his field of vision faded quietly. In the monotonous world of black, white and gray, an old textbook with a slightly damaged cover caught his eye. The rich blue and black magic like ink quietly bloomed.

A faint smile appeared on Loren's lips, he took out his old textbook, dusted it off, and sat down next to the desk.

In the dark and quiet underground classroom, after Loren was prepared for Occlumency protection, he gently opened the book "Advanced Potion Making".

After all, it is Professor Snape's Horcrux, so it must be taken care of carefully. If it is damaged, you cannot pay for it.

The title on the cover page is a little faded, with a few light creases. Open the title page and there is no signature. It is the same as other textbooks, with a boring table of contents and preface, followed by some instructions for brewing advanced potions.

When he was a student, Professor Snape was obviously not a peaceful person. He would scribble in the blank spaces between paragraphs and leave notes everywhere, making the blank spaces as black as the rest. If you carefully identify the alterations in some of the step diagrams, you can see that a talented student is constantly exploring the field of potions.

Most of the handwriting is crooked and difficult to read. The notes in the first half of the book describe some tips in the cooking process.

There are many creative spells scrawled in the blank space in the second half. At first, they were just small curses, such as making toes grow wildly, hanging golden hooks upside down, blocking mouthpieces or closing earplugs. Later, they gradually began to involve the field of black magic. …

The Shen Feng Wuying recorded in the book was different from the one he saw before, sharper and more unforgiving.

These are basically useless to Loren. In the past few years, those who have improved these steps have taught and demonstrated them personally.

Occasionally, one or two lines of neat and graceful handwriting appeared, and Loren had a vague guess about the owner of these words.

Loren had no intention of peeking into the youthful anguish experienced by Professor Snape when he was a student. Those low self-esteem, regrets and remorse were the soul fragments that contributed to this Horcrux textbook.

When I closed the page and flipped through the sides, I finally saw the signature at the bottom of the back cover. It was written in small, dense handwriting: "This book belongs to the Half-Blood Prince."

Loren thought for a moment, his eyes gradually brightened, he took the quill on the table, dipped it in ink, and wrote a line of text in the blank space of the title page:

"Hello, Half-Blood Prince, I'm Harry Potter."

There were no fluctuations of Legilimency, nor was there any consciousness that penetrated the mind to search for memories. Under Loren's expectant gaze, the ink on the diary seeped into the paper and became blurred, and then began to be reorganized.

After a few seconds, another paragraph of text quietly emerged.

"Homework left for Loren Morgan: Analyze the principles of all the potions in this book, try to optimize and improve the brewing steps of at least 5 potions, and summarize them into papers, each no less than 15 inches long."

Bang!

Loren snapped the book shut.

It's so scary, this Horcrux can actually simulate the fear deep inside!

I must give Professor Snape a heads up next time we meet.

Slipping away.

…

Excluding miscellaneous courses such as History of Magic and Divination, Loren's class schedule is much cleaner. There are no classes in the first period and Defense Against the Dark Arts in the second period.

After leaving the underground classroom, he went to the library to catch up with Mrs. Pince and talk about the old books borrowed during the holidays. He then returned to the common room to listen to Ron talk about the construction of the new team. It was soon time for class.

Going downstairs to the classroom, Hermione was already waiting at the door of the classroom, holding a tome in her arms, with a sad face, looking like she had been abused.

Seeing Loren approaching, Hermione lowered her head and bumped his shoulder, saying, "There's a lot of homework in the Magic Literature class, a fifteen-inch article, two translations, and they have to be finished before Wednesday." So many books!”

Loren chuckled softly and said: "It's just a big tome. It won't be difficult for Miss Know-It-All. Not to mention reading it, just memorize it."

Hermione said in a sad and angry tone: "Not only is there one book that I can't take off, there are also several books in the pendant!"

"It's okay, just take your time..."

After comforting the lost little witch for a few words, the classroom door opened, and Grindelwald came to the door: "Come in."

His thin cheeks became fuller, and there was finally some flesh on his bones. He looked like Professor Lupin in the past, with a gentle and polite smile. Such an expression, and at such an age, could be called kind.

Before the class bell rang, a classmate said hello to the professor, and he responded with a smile.

Perhaps because he had stayed in Nurmengard for a long time, he was used to opening all the windows, and the bright sunlight poured in, making the firelight from the candle seem insignificant.

The bell rang, and Grindelwald knocked on the desk, drawing the students' attention from the stickers: "Before the advanced class begins, I would like to congratulate everyone on passing the O.W.Ls exam for this course."

There was a mixed response from below.

"So far, you have had seven teachers on this course. Needless to say, each professor has his own teaching method and teaching focus. I can imagine that the chaotic teaching model has doubled the difficulty of your learning... …You need to be mentally prepared for the next course to be more difficult.”

Grindelwald paused for a moment, "Don't spurn and hate dark magic. You are about to become adults. You should learn to look at dark magic independently, not just black magic, but even the whole world...touch it, understand it, go deep into it...

"You can better protect yourself."

The students seemed to understand some emotion from his words and gradually became quiet.

Grindelwald lowered his head and opened the notes, shook his head helplessly and smiled: "Sorry, I actually planned to start the first lesson of the class from curses, but Dumbledore changed my lesson plan."

There was cheerful laughter below, and the tension that had just been aroused subsided unconsciously.

"Then, let's start with the silent spell."

Grindelwald chuckled: "When casting magic without speaking the spell out loud, you can achieve an unexpected effect. This requires high concentration, a deep understanding of the spell, and sufficient magic power..."

The old professor stood on the stage and lectured slowly, and Loren vaguely thought he saw Dumbledore.

But his jokes were much more humorous than the old principal's cold jokes.

…

The next afternoon, the long-awaited potions class was held.

The students filed into the classroom. Professor Slughorn stood at the door with a big belly and a walrus-like beard trembling on his smiling mouth. He looked particularly enthusiastic when greeting some of the students.

"Ah... Harry, Loren and Hermione, I was thinking of you!" Slughorn's voice was high, his eyes moved to the right, and his eyebrows wrinkled slightly in confusion, "And this familiar friend !”

"It's great, you forgot about me during the summer vacation..." Ron murmured softly, and then smiled brightly, "Ron Weasley, Professor, I may not be able to keep up with the advanced class teaching, maybe I should retreat--"

"Don't talk nonsense. I can teach you that Harry's friends are my friends. Take out the textbook and sit down."

Harry hurriedly said: "I'm sorry, Professor, we haven't gotten the textbooks yet. The owl from Flourish and Blotts Bookstore won't arrive until Friday."

"It's okay, just go to the cabinet and get a copy."

"Okay professor!"

Harry and Ron came to the locker in the corner, opened the dusty cabinet, and saw two books of "Advanced Potion Making" inside.

This book is 90% new for personal use by a poor student, which is in better condition than the ones found in second-hand bookstores.

A hardcover war-damaged edition of Xueba, so worn that it was about to disintegrate.

Harry and Ron looked at each other, pondered for a few seconds, and then rushed towards the 90% new copy, fighting for it without giving an inch.

In the end, Ron showed his basic skills as a goalkeeper, combining his waist and horse to push to the side——

Harry's center of gravity suddenly became unstable and he stumbled loose. After he regained his footing, he was no longer eligible to grab it. Harry sighed helplessly and picked up the book "The Master of Science".

"..."

Hermione shook her head and sighed, pulling Loren, who had a weird smile on his face, into the classroom.

What is different from yesterday is that the underground classroom is already filled with steam and various weird smells. There are large bubbling cauldrons on the podium, which contain various high-level magic potions.

The Advanced Class is held by four houses together, but the number of people is not large and it does not seem crowded. Four Slytherin students sit at a table, four Ravenclaw students, Gryffindor, and Nana Wei and Parvati, and Hufflepuff couldn't make up four.

The two chose a table closest to a golden crucible, and bursts of aroma emanated from the crucible.

"Polyjuice Potion, Veritaserum..." Hermione sniffed with interest, looked at the crucible next to the golden crucible, sniffed, and rolled her eyes, "What kind of potion is that? Loren, smell it. I can't smell it."

Most potions can be easily distinguished by their smell, color, consistency and vapor shape. Veritaserum is colorless and odorless like water. It is extremely clear when boiling. It is thick like mud and bubbles slowly. There are also lacewings. The one that smells like bugs is Polyjuice Potion...

And the kind Hermione asked...

Loren looked at the white liquid surface in the crucible, glowing with mother-of-pearl luster, and the steam rising in a spiral.

"Well, I can't tell..." he trailed off, suppressing a smile, "I got caught in the rain when school started, caught a cold, and my nose is a little dull. Can you describe the smell for me?"

"..."

Hermione turned to look at him, her eyes sparkling: "The smell is more complex. I can smell the freshly mowed grass, brand-new parchment, Literary Mansion's ink, and the smell of orange peels."

Loren was stunned for a moment, smiled, rubbed his nose, and took a hard breath: "What I smell is barbecue cumin, the air after the rain, and Miss Granger's hair."

"you!"

A faint blush appeared on Hermione's fair face. She could look at him calmly just now, but now she was a little panicked and quickly turned her head to look at the last pot of potion.

What potion is so magical?

Parvati closed her eyes and sniffed, smelling the wafting scent of the white medicine. Although she could smell some good smells, she couldn't tell what the grass was being trimmed. The air after the rain couldn't help but feel a little strange.

Parvati turned her head, looked left and right, and poked Padma, her twin sister who had excellent grades in Ravenclaw next door.

"What kind of potion is that, so magical?"

"Love potion."

"..."

Parvati lowered her head, feeling insulted by both her grades and her love.