Days to grind friendship at Hogwarts

Glenn slowed down, feeling the gentle sound of wind in his ears and breathing in the sweet smell in the air.

A crisp voice came from behind.

"Didn't you say you can't fly?" Qiu caught up to him at some point and happened to look at him with a sweet smile, "Do you want to see who can fly faster?"

Glenn's eyes swept across the blue sky and the green forbidden forest in the distance. He felt relaxed and happy, and suddenly felt like an old man talking about being a teenager.

"Come on!" he said with a smile, "don't cry if you lose!"

"You're the one crying!"

Qiu wrinkled her lovely nose and made a face at him.

"From here to the Quidditch pitch, whoever gets there first wins. I'll start on the count of three. Three!" Qiu used a careful trick, without looking at Glenn's reaction, and directly activated the broomstick under him,

The arrow generally cuts through the sky and flies straight to the target.

Glenn smiled bitterly and followed suit slowly.

Qiu hovered above the Quidditch pitch and looked at Glenn with a smile.

"I won!" She said with a bit of arrogance and a happy face.

Glenn nodded: "It turns out that you can fly better than me."

Important character, Qiu Zhang, friendship level 10, exchange currency 500.

Moderate praise is sometimes very effective, as in this case.

It seemed that time was almost up, when Mrs. Huo Qi's whistle came from below, and the two of them flew back to the grass side by side and stood in the line.

"Everyone did a great job." Mrs. Huo Qi clapped her hands and said to everyone, "Please remember this feeling. We will learn more skills next week."

She took back the brooms in everyone's hands and announced that get out of class was over.

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Time soon came to Sunday, and the first week of school passed like this, with a few minor incidents.

Glenn got up early in the morning, and with the help of several passing ghosts, he went through nine or eighty-one difficulties and managed to reach the door of Professor Snape's office before 9 o'clock.

On the deep and dark underground floor, at the end of the corridor is a heavy wooden door.

Glenn stepped forward quickly and knocked twice.

The wooden door opened with a creak.

"Come in."

Professor Snape's cold and low voice came.

Glenn shrank his neck and walked in nervously.

The walls of this small office were dimly lit, and a fire was burning in the fireplace, which slightly offset the coldness and dampness of the basement.

Beside the desk and in the middle of the room is a table with a set of tools for preparing potions, a crucible, a scale, a mortar, etc.

The same shelves as those in the Potions classroom are placed on all sides of the room, with many large glass jars displayed on them. Animals or plants are soaked in various potions in the jars, which look dirty and sticky, making it difficult to see straight away.

See.

In addition, there is a locked storage cabinet in the corner, presumably where the Half-Blood Prince's personal collection is stored.

Professor Snape was grading the senior year's homework and casually threw him a notebook that looked quite old.

He pointed to the chair next to him and said, "Read the potion on the first page first and prepare it later."

Glenn took the notebook, quietly wiped the chair with the hem of his robe, and then carefully sat down.

On the first page of the notebook, there is a record of a magic potion called "Intelligence Enhancer".

Glenn was stunned. This seemed to be a magic potion that only fourth graders could learn.

"A show of force?" Glenn thought to himself and glanced up. Professor Snape did not notice that he was cursing something in a low voice and wrote a huge "d" on the parchment with a quill dipped in red ink.

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In the separate menu of Potions, the option of intelligence enhancer has appeared. But strangely, this time it seems different from the previous scabies potion.

[Intellect-enhancing agent (simplified)]

This was the first time Glenn had heard of the simplified version of the potion.

But it’s not unreasonable to think about it. If a fourth-year student can prepare a miracle drug like intelligence enhancer that can increase magic power without any side effects, it would be too cheap.

He put the notebook aside, added some water to the crucible, took out his wand and lit the fire under the crucible.

Professor Snape, who was lowering his head while grading, raised his head when he heard the noise and saw that Glenn had already started to take action. A rare look of surprise appeared on Wannian Poker's face.

In fact, the professor just planned to let him take a look at the process first, and then guide him to complete the entire preparation process together after the homework was marked.

Unexpectedly, this Tie Hanhan actually became reckless on his own.

Instead, Professor Snape became interested and put down the quill in his hand, intending to see how the boy in front of him completed a task that far exceeded the teaching goal.

The sallow face once again showed that stiff expression that looked like a smile.

Glenn didn't think too much, he just followed the system prompts step by step, looking up at his notes from time to time to compare the differences between the system and the Half-Blood Prince.

Miraculously, the two are almost identical.

Professor Snape had already prepared the ingredients in advance and placed them in just the right place, making it particularly easy for Glenn to use.

He raised his hand and poured the scarab powder into the boiling crucible. The liquid inside instantly changed from dark green to silvery white, and with constant clockwise stirring, gradually turned into something as clear as water.

Glenn turned down the flame slightly, chopped the ginger root into fine pieces, and added it to the crucible that had just stopped boiling.

The timing was just right, and the professor couldn't help but nod secretly.

In fact, there is no difference between ginger root and the ginger used by Muggles for cooking. According to common sense, these minced pieces should settle directly to the bottom after being thrown into the crucible.

But in fact, the moment they come into contact with the surface of the potion, they immediately melt like snowflakes on the window, and at the same time transform the potion into light blue, emitting steam with a slightly spicy taste.

This is the magic of potions that subverts traditional knowledge.

A Muggle or Squib cannot prepare any potion, even the simplest herbicide mentioned in "Magic Potions and Potions".

Even if you can accurately complete the previous series of magic potion configuration processes, as long as you lack the slight wave of the magic wand, you will only get a weird pot of soup.

The last step of the intelligence enhancer was to add armadillo bile. Glenn opened the Erlenmeyer flask on the side and carefully poured it into the measuring cup. He did not dare to spill this stuff on the professor's desk.

Dark green viscous bile slowly flowed down the wall of the measuring cup, stopping steadily on the required scale, exactly.

Glenn poured the liquid into the crucible, and the boiling potion suddenly quieted down and gradually turned into a pleasant tangerine color.

The pungent taste of ginger root and the bitter taste of bile disappeared at the same time, replaced by a slightly sweet and refreshing taste.

Glenn breathed a sigh of relief and showed a satisfied smile.