Hogwarts: Harry Returns from the Witcher

Chapter 45 Love Potion (Please read~)

The range of activities of organisms does not change too much when the environment hardly changes.

Bicorns still haunt those locations.

even…

Harry also found a very fresh lump of feces, not more than a day old, enough to follow the smell to find it.

But he didn't do it right away. Before hunting, he had to make adequate preparations.

Gryffindor lounge.

Hermione got up early and saw Harry lying on the table and writing like a fly: "What are you up to? Is Professor Flitwick assigning you homework?"

"Thinking about bicorn lures." Harry shook his head.

Hermione sat down. "Have you found them?"

"Yeah." Harry nodded, "I found the trace last night, and it looks like there's only one head, so I'm going to make a bait and get some traps."

Hermione looked over, she seemed to have taken a bath last night, her hair smelled faintly of mistletoe.

On the parchment, the names of the first two people are eye-catching.

"Oh…"

"Professor Snape, Mr. Weasley, are you going to consult them?"

"But would it be too obvious to ask Professor Snape?"

Harry was expressionless: "I was wondering if I could get them as bait."

Hermione looked up, looking at him in horror.

"Bicorns like loyal men the most." Harry explained, "They are all qualified and capable, and they won't be unable to deal with even a bicorn."

It turned out to be like this...

Hermione let out a breath and nodded, which made sense.

"But Professor Snape will most likely try to put a bezoar in my head." Harry spread his hands, "Mr. Weasley is also very busy, so I can't bother him."

"Unicorn hair, roses, lilies..." Hermione read the text under the name, a little confused, "The medicinal properties of these materials don't seem to be well integrated?"

"They all have symbolic meanings." Harry pointed to the words, "Loyalty, love, perseverance..."

"Symbols often contain magic power." Hermione recited a passage in Lily's notes—and after this sentence, "When dealing with these symbolic materials, the technique and mood should be as consistent as possible with the symbolism of the materials, When the symbolism is violated, the magic of the material is often weakened or even lost."

Harry nodded.

Hermione discussed with him that girls always know more about flower language than boys.

Lily is actually not suitable.

Its flower language is more inclined to loyalty and dignity, and more means the relationship between the monarch and his subjects.

Red roses symbolize fiery love.

But for a creature like a bicorn, perhaps the white rose, which symbolizes pure love, is more likely to attract it.

until 08:30.

They are still determining which materials can be used.

Ron panicked, rolled and crawled, and ran out of the dormitory: "It's over, it's over, Harry didn't call me, late—"

Before he finished chanting, his gaze came into Hermione and Harry who were sitting in the lounge with a relaxed expression on their faces.He froze with his upper body, but subconsciously ran forward with his lower body, staggered, fell to the ground, and stammered, "You...why are you still here?"

"The first quarter is at nine o'clock, and there is still more than half an hour." Hermione put down her pen, "But it's time to get ready."

"It's almost ten o'clock now!" Ron screamed, with a bit of breakdown in his voice, "It's over, Hermione also remembered the time wrong..."

Harry closed the note: "I set your alarm clock forward by an hour. You always said that you didn't have the energy to wake up in the morning. Isn't it much better now?"

"Harry." Ron was taken aback, feeling aggrieved, "I thought I was going to be late on the first day, this kind of joke..."

"It's funny, isn't it?" Harry pushed his robes back with the tip of his hat at his waist.

"It was your idea, Mr. Hat?" Ron's eyes became dangerous.

The Sorting Hat is confident: "Of course, our dear Harry doesn't have such a rich sense of humor."

Ron clenched his fists.

The hat retracted its point and hummed a cheerful ditty. It was fearless-it was hanging on Harry's waist, and I didn't believe that Ron could take revenge on him.

The first day of school at Hogwarts is Wednesday.

Compared with the first grade, the class schedule is much more substantial. Charms class at [-] - Visible to the naked eye, Professor Flitwick is a bit haggard, but his teaching quality has not declined.

After the Charms class, they had an hour and a half to rest, and at noon, the Potions class was waiting for them.

After experiencing the familiar and long-lost "two points deducted from Harry Potter!", the little lions of Gryffindor finally had a feeling of returning to Hogwarts.

In the afternoon is History of Magic.

The lion cubs and eaglets were drowsy - most of them, like Ron, were too excited last night, slept late, and struggled to get up.

By three o'clock, the day's classes are completely over.

"I thought of it!" On the way to the auditorium, Hermione raised her head and suddenly said.

"Thinking of what to eat?" Ron continued, "I hope I can have lamb chops today..."

Hermione was very dissatisfied: "No, not for food."

"It's a love potion."

Ron paused and looked at Harry: "Hey, I don't think it's a wise choice for you to drug Harry, and you shouldn't say it in front of him."

"No, not for Harry!" Hermione blushed and gave Ron a vicious look.

"That's fake love..." Harry frowned.

Hermione shook her head: "But it behaves like the real thing, rich and warm, loyal, and I read that everyone will smell the scent that attracts them the most."

"It might be useful."

Harry mused: "But it needs ash snake eggs, which is also a forbidden material."

There is a recipe for the Amorous Potion in "Power Potion".

"It doesn't need to be so troublesome." Hermione cheered up, "I can get it, I mean, some senior girls, they have this thing in their hands."

"Carry the love potion at all times?" Harry looked strange.

Hermione explained dryly: "You know, love, there will always be witches who will do whatever they can."

Ron never understood: "Who are you going to drug? Him, or her?"

"I don't think that's a good thing."

"Especially if you two are together..."

"It's it!" Hermione gritted her teeth, "Bicorn, you forgot Harry's trial?"

Ron suddenly understood, and patted himself on the thigh: "But why use the love potion, oh, Harry, you wouldn't..."

He seemed to have thought of some extraordinary scene, and his expression became grim.

"It seems that our Mr. Weasley has to make up his lessons." Hermione continued to grit her teeth, "When we were thinking about this matter, what was Mr. Weasley thinking?"

"Can I have lamb chops tonight," Harry added.

Ron lowered his head, his face flushed, and he muttered, "What's wrong with the lamb chops!"

"Harry, you also said yesterday that you want to eat French food."

They soon came to the auditorium.

Do your homework for a while, and it's time for dinner.

The French-style fried lamb chops that Ron was most looking forward to appeared on the plate as he wished. After eating three of them, he patted his stomach and returned to the lounge with Harry and the others.

Hermione was teased by a group of school girls, blushing, and brought over a small bottle of potion, which was placed in a slender neck medicine bottle, shining with pearly luster, and a spiral misty steam lingered around the mouth of the bottle.

"Thank you." Harry took it and stuffed it into the sorting hat.

Ron looked at the group of seniors who whispered and looked over from time to time, and was a little curious: "Hermione, what reason are you using..."

"Don't ask!" Hermione blushed even more, and slapped the table aggressively.

Ron shivered, and the chicken nodded like pecking at rice.

Today's Hermione looks very difficult to mess with.

"George." Harry waved to the two players who were playing wizard chess by the fireplace, "Do you know where the kitchen is?"

George immediately overturned the chessboard.

The chess pieces let out a burst of exclamation.

"Hey, Harry, you can't do this, he's about to lose!" Fred said dissatisfiedly, picking up the chess pieces.

George pretended not to hear him, and ran over quickly: "Do you want to know where the kitchen is?"

Harry nodded.

"It's just under the auditorium." George introduced, "If you walk along the underground corridor, you will find a painting with fruits hanging on it."

"Just reach out and scratch the pear, and it will open the kitchen door for you." Fred followed, grabbed the pawn, and tried to stuff it into George's mouth. This was their bet, and he added, "Inside The house-elves are very welcoming."

"Whatever you want, they will satisfy you."

"And I won't tell the professor."

"House-elf!" Hermione exclaimed, "Why is there such a dangerous guy in the castle?"

"Dangerous?" Brother Weasley was taken aback.

"Why would Miss Granger say that?" George was a little puzzled, "I really don't think I've seen any book that says they are dangerous?"

Hermione shook her head, and when she mentioned this, she was upset for a while: "No, it's not in the book, it's summer vacation."

"Harry met a house-elf that caused him a lot of trouble."

"Many of my letters have been confiscated!"

Ron echoed: "And mine, I lost a potion paper, and I'm going to ask Harry to look it up for me."

"House elves don't do anything other than what their master tells them to do." Fred frowned. "It seems that someone is watching you, Harry."

George's face was equally serious. "I suggest you tell the professor that their Apparation is a nuisance."

"Even Apparating at Hogwarts."

Harry waved his hand: "Relax, it was caught by Professor Flitwick long ago, and the matter has been resolved."

"Don't worry." George said lightly, "The house elves in the kitchen are all from Hogwarts. Perhaps, Harry, you should have noticed? We have all signed contracts with the castle."

"When we are in the castle, we are their masters."

"You can use them with confidence."

"No house-elf can do harm to its master."

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief.

She was too worried that another elf like Dobby would show up.

Ron was thinking: "Then can I tell the elves what I want to eat tomorrow, and they will prepare it for me?"

"Yes." George nodded. "Every Hufflepuff does that."

"But they rarely tell anyone." Fred shook his head.

"Maybe it's worried that if more people know about it, the professor will ban it?"

"And not knowing what to eat tomorrow, isn't it also very interesting?"

　There is another update tonight, around eight o'clock~
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