Chapter 741 He Looked Too Happy Just Now
( ) In the auditorium, students from each college received their respective course schedules.
"The first period in the morning is Potions class. I have to go to class quickly." Hermione walked through the wizards hurriedly leaving the auditorium, came to Alan, and said hello to him.
"I have to inspect the venue for the practical operations of my ancient magic class. Don't be late this afternoon. As my first batch of students, I have a gift for you." Allen warned Hermione and Luna, although he None of the advanced courses were filled in, but he did not return to the tower to conduct research. As a professor, he hoped that his students could enjoy the best classroom experience. Although he did not know the specific number of students, Flitwick told him just now , judging from the applications he has received so far, there are quite a few Ravenclaws coming to participate.
After a holiday arrangement and renovation, the classroom and office of the ancient magic class have been assigned to Allen. However, referring to Demoest's dueling class, Allen does not want all the students to sit in the classroom all day long doing some low-level activities. It was an intense activity, so he planned to go shopping around the Black Lake in the Forbidden Forest to choose a suitable area, and then transform it into a venue for combat training.
"I also have to go to the Care of Magical Creatures class." Luna flicked her carrot pendant and stood up, "Alan, you can come and have a look near Hagrid's cabin."
Seeing Luna mention Care of Magical Creatures, Hermione suddenly lowered her head and looked at her course schedule. This made her realize that she, Harry, and Ron, who were regarded as best friends by Hagrid, had not filled out the form. Hagrid's Care of Magical Creatures class... Even though I know that there are many wizards trying to register for all twelve courses, Hagrid's current teaching is not as bad as it was at the beginning, and if he wants to enter the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures after graduation, he won't There are few, 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. But the problem now is that at the end of the day, Hagrid found that none of his three favorite friends were going to his class. How should I explain it to him...
At this time, the corridor outside the auditorium was full of people. The little wizards who had finished breakfast and got their own class schedules were looking for their classrooms in a mess, especially the freshmen. In this situation without anyone to guide them, the little wizards at Hogwarts The terrain is even more confusing.
Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown were walking through the corridors holding books. The laughter of the two beautiful witches attracted the attention of many wizards.
"It's such a pity that the beautiful centaur Firenze will not teach the sixth grade divination class this year." Parvati and Lavender sighed after chattering for a while, "He is the driving force for me to choose the divination class."
"Professor Traolini is equally charming. She is very popular on Harris TV. Many people pay large sums of money to ask her for private fortune-telling. Now we can contact her every week and get her personal guidance. It's the most anticipated thing!" Lavender held her head high, and she had never lost contact with Professor Traolini, so she would naturally become the professor's favorite disciple, "I knew she would succeed when she was in the lower grade. , she predicted the death of the rabbits I raised!”
"Ladies, History of Magic is taught upstairs, not downstairs." Professor McGonagall held a roll of parchment and shouted to Lavender and Parvati, who were being swept away by the crowd without paying attention. She was in the chaos. The crowd was helplessly directing. When she saw the scene in the distance, she quickly shouted, "Davis! Mr. Davis! Don't go in! That's the women's restroom there..."
In the crowd, Harry looked at the wizards rushing towards the classroom and said to Ron: "I have to go to Potions class."
Ron's face was relaxed, and he winked at Harry leisurely and said, "I have no 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, that's not good." Ron whispered, and he had to bite the bullet and quickly walked towards Professor McGonagall with Harry.
"Potter, I remember you had Potions class in the morning." Professor McGonagall asked with a stern expression on her face.
"Yes, Professor, I am going to the Potions classroom." Harry rubbed his hands awkwardly.
"Very good." Professor McGonagall pursed her lips and nodded, then raised her chin towards Ron and said to Harry, "Potter, bring Mr. Weasley with you. He looked too happy just now."
Ron quickly explained: "Professor, my grades do not meet the requirements to enter the potions improvement class..."
"Mr. Weasley, that's why I asked Potter to take you." Professor McGonagall looked dissatisfied at Ron's anxious expression of eager to get out of class, 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 Captain Quidditch needs to select players as soon as possible. We have not won the Quidditch Cup for many years in a row. In addition, our main chaser and batter twins from last year have graduated. This reconstruction is under great pressure. Potter, you only have two chances before you graduate." Professor McGonagall glanced at Weasley again. Last year it was because Ron was the goalkeeper and because the Slytherins used the song "King Weasley" to cause him pressure. It's too big to perform properly, allowing other teams to surge up the scoreboard every time they face Gryffindor.
Although McGonagall didn't say it out loud, Ron, who noticed her eyes, shrugged angrily, and after walking away from Harry, he complained: "The time I have for Potions class might as well be left for me to practice Quidditch."
As they walked towards the stairs leading to the basement, they saw Hagrid happily raising an arm and waving hello to them. Harry and Ron looked at each other. They avoided his gaze and scribbled in the direction of them. He waved his hand in response.
Trying his best 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-giant, said to Ron with an embarrassed look on his face: "The advanced course of Care of Magical Creatures is in the first period of the afternoon. He is now He should be teaching lessons to lower grade students.”
"Hermione didn't choose his class either. He probably doesn't know that none of us chose his class." Ron scratched his head in frustration, "...if I had known better, I would have signed up for Hagrid's class, Professor McGonagall. You won’t let me follow you to any Potions class..."
Harry didn't want to think about what Hagrid would think if he knew it: "Speaking of potions, we are going to be late again, let's go."
When Harry and Ron entered the Potions classroom, they found that they were indeed late because the underground classroom was already filled with steam and various weird smells.
"Attention to details during the preparation stage... is a prerequisite for the success of any plan." Professor Slughorn, who heard the movement behind him through a lot of hot steam, turned around and greeted Harry very warmly, "Ah , Harry, my dear boy, I am so happy to see you, I am starting to worry, I see you have brought friends here?"
"Professor Slughorn, my name is Ron Weasley. Professor McGonagall just asked Harry to bring me here... But my grades are not enough to enter advanced classes, I can't meet your standards... Actually My potion studies are terrible, and to be honest, asking me to brew potions is a threat to others..." Ron tried his best to explain that he was not qualified, and wanted Professor Slughorn to refuse his study.
When Harry heard what his red-haired friend said, he took a half step back and put his hand on Ron's back to prevent Ron from retreating. He didn't want to go to Potions class alone. If Ron could accompany him, Nature is the best.
Slughorn, who was hesitant at first, noticed Harry's actions. He simply raised his hand to welcome Ron, and smiled kindly at Ron. "Nonsense! We won't know until after class. I heard that you are Harry's good friend, so you are also my friend. Take out the textbooks."
After saying that, Professor Slughorn turned around and prepared to continue teaching.
"Professor?" Harry said, raising his hand.
Slughorn turned to look at Harry again in confusion, "What's wrong Harry?"
"My books haven't arrived yet, Ron's books haven't arrived, and we don't have any equipment because we didn't think we'd still be eligible for advanced classes. We just placed an order with Flourish and Blotts, but it's not here yet. Harry said dryly.
"You can go look for textbooks in the closet, and you can use the ingredients in the storage cabinet first. I can also lend you a scale." Slughorn raised his hand and continued to focus on his teaching, "I'm going to prepare some for you this morning. I bought some decoctions, does anyone know what these are?"
Slughorn puffed out his chest, which already looked bulging due to obesity, and the buttons on his vest looked like they were about to burst. He walked up to these potions and looked at them with fascination. After 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 suddenly widened, and he leaned forward slightly, then walked around the crucible with a big belly, walked to Hermione and stretched out his hand, with a warm smile on his face. He asked, "Isn't it Miss Granger, the CEO of the Umbrella Company? Miss Granger, it's an honor to see you here in person. I'm very sorry. I declined last year because I was not in good health and was bedridden during that time." I’m so sorry for your solicitation.”
Seeing Professor Slughorn's sudden enthusiasm, the wizards in the classroom exchanged glances with each other in surprise and whispered. Except for the elite wizards who chose to join Harris in the training class and a few well-educated young wizards born in pure-blood families, most other ordinary wizards knew that Miss Know-It-All was managing the training class, but no one could think of the recent The Umbrella Company, which is famous in the wizarding world, is actually under the management of Hermione Granger. Is the Harris family so confident about a little Muggle-born witch?
"It's okay, Professor, 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 having her identity revealed by Slughorn. UU Reading www.uukanshu.net She shook hands with him gently. After shaking hands, he deliberately took a few steps forward and walked to the potions. "Professor, that pot is truth serum, which can make people reveal the truth."
Just as Hermione was answering the question, Harry and Ron had already arrived in front of the closet. Inside the closet were two tattered sets of "Advanced Potion-Making" written by Lipath Pollard. One of the textbooks was slightly newer. Harry and Ron looked at each other and immediately started fighting over the slightly newer textbook.
Harry won the small battle with the agility of the Seeker and proudly raised the textbook in his hand. Ron shook his own book in annoyance.
Hermione had already guessed the last pot. "This pot is a love potion, the most powerful aphrodisiac in the world." Hermione looked at Professor Slughorn, "It is said that it varies from person to person and will emit the smell that is most attractive to the person involved. For example, what I smelled It's a freshly mowed lawn, brand new parchment..."
Hermione pursed her lips, her cheeks rosy, secretly thinking about Alan's scent. But what came out of his mouth became: "And the smell of Sister Ogilvy's soap."