The Strongest Badger at Hogwarts

"Hermione, I beg you to stop talking!"

Harry immediately raised his hands towards Hermione when he heard the words, expressing his surrender.

And Ron sneered with a black face:

"Hermione, to be honest, did you have early menopause? How do you say it in Muggle terms? Oh, yes! Hormone disorder, that's why you have such a bad temper?"

As soon as this remark came out, Hermione's expression also changed.

She glanced at Ron coldly, and then said to Harry:

"Don't pity them, they deserve what they deserve. Gryffindor's points were deducted as negative for the first time this year. It is foreseeable that we will miss this year's Academy Cup! It's all their fault!

What's more, what I said is that the more you help, the more helpful you are, it's not a sarcasm, it's a fact.

Why do you think the professors let them work?

This is not because Hogwarts is understaffed, but pure punishment!

Hehehe, Filch should be very happy during this time! He now has hundreds of free laborers waiting for him to drive. The most terrible thing is that these laborers are not allowed to use magic when they are working! "

Listening to Hermione's words, Ron finally stopped talking, and covered his eyes as if recalling some unbearable past.

At the same time, in Harry's mind, a scene where Ron and the others were constantly whining and working like slaves building pyramids in ancient Egypt under Filch's whip.

That terrifying appearance made him feel chills in his back just by imagining it.

"Enough, I think we should go to Potions class!"

Harry got up quickly, shook his head to expel all the chaotic images in his mind, and then said quickly.

"Wow! I'm surprised that you can still remember your lessons." Hermione sneered again, "I thought you were only thinking about Gabriel and Quidditch. Remember the day we went to Hermione That time when Chippa was protecting Gabrielle? Your eyes went straight when you saw Gabrielle."

As soon as Hermione's words came out, Ron suddenly became interested, and leaned over with a pair of big eyes, as if preparing to watch a good show.

With what he knew about Harry.

Harry would be extremely shy next time, and maybe even quarrel with Hermione.

In this way, Harry is like him, a 'war alliance'!

To his surprise, Harry didn't look angry when he heard the words.

Instead, he looked at Hermione worriedly and said:

"Hermione, to be honest, your temper today is really not right, is it because you feel a little unwell?"

"Forehead--"

Hermione froze on the spot.

Her face was a little flushed, and she instinctively placed her right hand on her lower abdomen, but said firmly in her mouth:

"It's you who are wrong, you can say these words..."

Speaking of Hermione's voice in the back was so soft that it was almost inaudible, she stomped her feet and walked out of the auditorium first.

Seeing this, Ron and Harry looked at each other, and hurried to catch up.

The group of three chased all the way to the Potions classroom.

For a long time in the past, walking this way to the basement would give Harry great pressure.

This was not only because this road was exclusive to Snape, but also because the Slytherin common room was not far from here.

But this time it was different.

Thinking that the person who was going to teach them was no longer Snape, but that old man Slughorn, Harry felt relieved for no reason.

Slughorn, although snobbish, should be much better than Snape.

When the three of Harry arrived, twelve or thirteen people had already gathered in the corridor outside the classroom.

This should be the entire staff of this year's Potions Improvement Class.

Harry wasn't surprised by this at all.

Not everyone could stand Snape's venomous tongue.

Snape's bad personality made many people in Hogwarts, including him, want to give up and continue studying Potions.

In a sense, Snape's existence not only failed to revitalize Potions, but made this ancient knowledge even more unpopular at its source.

Harry looked at the people standing in the corridor.

Gore and Crabbe were not found in it.

Obviously, the grades of the two of them were so poor that even if the Potions Professor was their dean, he couldn't open the back door for them.

What really surprised Harry was that the proportion of Slytherins in this year's potions improvement class was actually not high.

Out of a total of a dozen people, there were actually only four Slytherins, and Draco was among them.

This guy looked much more low-key now than before. Instead of coming up to make trouble after seeing Harry, he hid in a corner instead.

And judging from his position, he didn't seem to be playing very well with the other three students of Slytherin House.

Harry knew very well that the main reason for all these changes was that Malfoy's father, Lucius Malfoy, was arrested and brought to justice.

This should be a joyful thing, and Harry should be happy and happy, and even stepped forward to mock him in return for the insult Malfoy gave him earlier.

But for some reason, Harry wasn't feeling happy right now.

All that was on his mind were questions and worries about how Draco Malfoy should live after losing his father.

This weird, complicated emotion even caused him to take Ron's initiative when Ron wanted to come forward to trouble Draco.

"Hey! Harry, come on, I'm just going to say hello to our Mr. Malfoy first, I won't cause trouble!"

Ron reached out and patted Harry's hand that was tightly clutching his arm, talking nonsense that no one believed.

With complicated eyes, Harry shook his head silently.

He didn't tell Ron that he wasn't afraid of Ron getting into trouble, but just pity Draco Malfoy.

And Hermione next to him said as if she had eaten gunpowder when she heard the words:

"You advise you not to move around, Ron, or I guarantee that your punishment of reformation through labor will be extended! Think about it, the punishment of others will have ended by then. But you, the prefect of Gryffindor, still Serving tea and pouring water, and even clearing the women's bathroom."

As soon as this remark came out, Ron raised his eyebrows again.

He was about to have a seizure with his eyes wide open, but at this moment, the door to the basement was opened.

"It's time for class, come on in, kids!"

Professor Slughorn stood at the door and said cheerfully, perhaps because he was too happy, while he was speaking, his huge belly was still trembling.

Draco lowered his head, and got into the classroom first as if fleeing.

Professor Slughorn didn't care either, his attention was clearly focused on Harry and Zabini not far away at the moment.

When the two passed by him, he was obviously more enthusiastic, and his walrus-like beard kept shaking.

It was only after entering the classroom that Harry realized that the Potions classroom had changed.

Slughorn seemed to disdain Snape's decorating aesthetic.

He directly removed the display racks that were originally located on the classroom walls, and threw away all kinds of strange specimens on those display racks, as well as all kinds of furniture and wallpapers with strong and gloomy colors.

Instead, it is a whole set of solid wood furniture in warm colors.

It made the whole Potions class feel a lot more normal.

At least it is more human.

Not only that, but there are also several crucibles in the classroom.

Thick white steam kept rising inside, and as the steam drifted away, the whole classroom was foggy, and the air was filled with various strange smells.

Valley\u003c/span\u003e Harry, Ron, and Hermione walked past the large bubbling cauldrons, sniffing them with interest.

The rest of the people found seats according to the college and sat down.

"Come here! Come on, Harry! I promise you won't regret it!"

Ernie Macmillan greeted Harry suddenly.

This was the only Hufflepuff among the dozen or so Potions Advanced students present.

Despite his pomp and arrogance, Harry liked him.

Seeing him winking as he sat alone at the table closest to a golden cauldron, Harry thought he was worried that he would be alone in class, so he pulled Ron and Harry closer.

But when the three of them actually sat down, they finally discovered the mystery of this seat.

Because from the golden cauldron not far from them, a wonderful fragrance was constantly wafting out.

It was an alluring smell Harry had never smelled before.

It made Harry think all at once of honey pie, the woody smell of broomsticks, and a floral scent he must have smelled at the Burrow. He found himself breathing in slowly and deeply, the smell of the medicine filled his body like alcohol, and a great sense of satisfaction slowly came over him. He grinned at Ron, who was looking at him and smiling lazily.

"Well, I didn't lie to you, did I!"

Ernie was also giggling. While laughing, he raised his head and said triumphantly.

Harry and Ron nodded again and again, only Hermione was frowning and pinching her nose with her fingers, as if smelling something foul.

"Be careful, it smells bad!"

Hermione said in a muffled voice, this was definitely a well-intentioned reminder.

It's a pity that the current Harry and Ron don't care at all, and they don't even bother to continue arguing with Hermione.

This pissed Hermione off.

"There, there, there, there," said Slughorn. Looking through the steaming steam, his huge figure appeared to be erratic. "Everyone, please take out your scales, medicine kits, and don't forget to take out your "Advanced Potion Making" textbook!"

Slughorn's voice seemed to have a magical power, which pulled the three of Harry out of that lazy state.

They quickly took out the books and tools, among them, Ron and Harry huddled together and began to share the brand new "Advanced Potion Making".

All the while, Slughorn's eyes were locked on Harry.

Seeing that Harry was ready, he pushed his already swollen chest forward again, and the buttons on his vest were about to burst.

"I have prepared several medicines to open your eyes. Of course, it's just out of interest. After you finish the improvement class, you should be able to make such things. Although you haven't done it yourself, you must listen to it. I did. Can anyone tell me what this one is?"

Slughorn spoke with some excitement, and as he spoke, he pointed to the cauldron closest to the Slytherin table.

Through the hazy fog, Harry could clearly see that there seemed to be a pot of clear water boiling inside.

Hermione raised her well-trained hand first. Slughorn pointed at her.

"It's Veritaserum, a colorless, odorless potion that compels those who drink it to tell the truth."

Hermione stood up and said at a speed of scrambling to answer, almost as soon as Slughorn pointed at her.

"very good!"

Slughorn said happily, "Now," he continued, pointing to the cauldron closest to Ravenclaw's table, "this one is more famous... the few pamphlets issued by the Ministry also focus on Introduced... who can-?"

Hermione's hand went up preemptively again.

"It's Polyjuice Potion, sir."

"That's great, that's great! I really didn't expect that there would be a potion genius here that I didn't know!" Slughorn exclaimed, "My dear, what's your name?"

"Hermione Granger, sir."

"Granger? Granger? Are you related to Hattok Dagworth Granger, founder of the Extraordinary Apothecary Society?"

"No, it shouldn't be, sir. I'm Muggle-born."

Hermione said with her head down, from Harry's angle he could clearly see the blush on Hermione's face.

Hermione was obviously a little embarrassed by the second half of Slughorn's words.

Harry could even see that not far away from Slytherin, Zabini was whispering something in Malfoy's ear, with a sarcastic smile on his face as he spoke.

Malfoy seemed a little reserved.

He just squeezed out a smile and quickly lowered his head again.

It made Harry's heart rise in his throat.

With Slughorn's snobbish character, Harry could guess with his heels what attitude he would have towards Hermione next.

But, this time, he guessed wrong.

Slughorn showed no signs of disappointment.

Instead, he beamed, looked from Hermione to Harry sitting next to her, and said:

"Harry once mentioned to me that he has an exceptional Muggle friend who has an amazing talent for learning! I think the friend you're talking about should be Miss Granger, right?"

As soon as Hermione said this, she turned to look at Harry in surprise.

And Harry said dully:

"Yes, yes, sir."

"Very well, well deserved twenty points to Miss Granger of Gryffindor."

Slughorn said kindly.

Harry felt his scalp go numb.

He really didn't expect Slughorn to say that.

He turned to look at Hermione happily, only to see that Hermione was also looking at him.

The two looked at each other, and he was surprised to find that Hermione's eye sockets were slightly red.

This made Harry feel much happier.

But at this moment, Slughorn actually walked up to them, pointed at the golden cauldron and said:

"So Harry, can you tell me what the potion is in this cauldron?"

"Ah this—"

Harry opened his mouth wide and stood up in a daze.

At this moment, he couldn't tell which side Slughorn was on.

Say Slughorn was making things difficult for him.

They obviously helped Hermione out of the siege.

Let's say Slughorn was with them.

Slughorn asked just such a question.

Professor Slughorn...does he really think that he can guess the name of the potion just by its appearance like Hermione?

Harry stared blankly at the cauldron in front of him, his mind went blank.

But at this moment, in his head, he thought of the voice that only sounded in dreams.

'I love you, I love you, I love you...'

Accompanied by the continuous sounding of this voice, Harry felt his brain was in a trance for a while, and then, a flash of spiritual light flashed, Harry felt as if his brain had suddenly opened up, and countless knowledge was gushing out from inside crazily.

Then Harry unexpectedly discovered that he seemed to really know the potion in front of him? !

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