Hogwarts Everything is Three

In the auditorium, students from each college got their own schedules.

"The first quarter of the morning is the potions class. I have to go to class quickly." Hermione walked through the wizards who hurriedly left the auditorium, came to Alan, and said hello.

"I have to inspect the venue for my ancient magic lesson practice. Don't be late in the afternoon. As my first batch of students, I have a gift for you." Allen told Hermione and Luna, even though he None of the courses for an improvement class were reported, but he did not return to the tower to conduct research. As a professor, he hopes that his students can enjoy the best classroom experience-although I don’t know the specific number of people, Flitwick just now Tell him that judging from the applications he has received so far, Ravenclaw alone is coming to participate.

After a holiday arrangement and renovation, the classroom and office of the ancient magic class have been assigned to Allen, but referring to Demister’s duel class, Allen does not want all the students to stay in the classroom all day long. For the intense activities, he planned to go around the Forbidden Forest Black Lake to choose a suitable area, and then to transform it as a venue for combat training.

"I have to go to the magical animal protection class, too." Luna flicked her carrot pendant and stood up. "Alan, you can come and have a look near Hagrid Lodge."

Seeing Luna mentioned the magical animal protection class, Hermione suddenly looked down at her class schedule, which made her realize that she, Harry, and Ron, who were considered best friends by Hagrid, had not reported it. Hagrid’s magical animal protection class...Although I know that because many wizards have tried to fill up the twelve courses, Hagrid’s current teaching is not as bad as it was at the beginning, and after graduation, he wants to enter the magical creature management and control department. So there should be a lot of wizards who apply for Hagrid’s improvement class, so that there is no embarrassment that no one goes to the class-but the problem now is that by then Hagrid will find that his three favorite friends are not going to him. How to explain to him in his class...

At this time, the aisle outside the auditorium was full of voices. The little wizards who had used breakfast to get their class schedule were chaotically looking for their classrooms, especially those freshmen. Under such circumstances without guidance, Hogwarts’ The terrain is even more confusing.

Parvati Petir and Lavender Brown were walking through the corridor holding books. The laughter of the two beautiful witches attracted the attention of many wizards.

"It's a shame that the beautiful horseman Firenze doesn't teach sixth-grade fortune-telling this year." Parvati and Lavender sighed after murmuring, "He is the driving force behind my choice of fortune-telling."

"Professor Traorini is equally attractive. She is very popular on Harris TV. Many people want to ask her to do private divination at a big price. Now we can contact her every week and get her own guidance. It’s the most anticipated thing!” Lavender held her head high. She has never broken contact with Professor Traorini. She will naturally make the professor’s favorite protégé, “I knew she would succeed in the lower grades. , She predicted the death of my rabbit breeding!"

"Ladies, the history of magic is in class upstairs, not downstairs." Professor McGonagall, holding a rolled parchment, shouted to Lavender and Parvati who hadn't paid attention to the direction and was engulfed by the crowd. She was in confusion The crowd commanded helplessly. Seeing the scene in the distance, she hurriedly shouted, "Davis! Mr. Davis! Don't go in! There is the ladies' toilet..."

In the crowd, Harry watched the wizards rushing to the classroom and said to Ron, "I have to go to potions class."

Ron's face was relaxed, and he winked at Harry leisurely, "I have no class in the morning."

"Potter, Mr. Weasley!" Following Professor McGonagall's cry, Harry looked at Professor McGonagall, Ron's smile froze.

"Oh, it's not good." Ron whispered, and he had to bite the bullet and walk quickly with Harry to Professor McGonagall.

"Potter, I remember you had potions lesson in the morning." Professor McGonagall asked with a stern expression on his face.

"Yes, Professor, I'm just going to the potions classroom." Harry rubbed his hands awkwardly.

"Very good." Professor McGonagall nodded, pursing his lips, then raised his chin to Ron, and said to Harry, "Potter, bring Mr. Weasley with him. He looked too happy just now."

Ron quickly explained: "Professor, my grades are not up to the requirements for entering the potions class..."

"Mr. Weasley, that's why I asked Potter to take you." Professor McGonagall looked at Ron dissatisfied with the anxious appearance of getting rid of class, and sighed helplessly.

"Yes, Professor..." Ron dropped his head and gave up the argument.

McGonagall saw Weasley's appearance and shook his slightly tilted head, and then said to Harry, "Harry, the former captain Angelina Johnson has graduated. As your successor, you The Quidditch captain wants 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 batsman twins have graduated last year. There is a lot of pressure to rebuild this time. , Potter, you only have two chances before you graduate." Professor McGonagall glanced at Weasley again. Last year it was because Ron was a goalkeeper and because the Slytherins used the song "King Weasley" to cause him Too much pressure can not play normally, so that every time other teams face Gryffindor, they can make a wave of total score.

Although McGonagall didn't say it, Ron, who noticed her eyes shrugged angrily, complained after walking away from Harry, "I might as well leave me time for the potions class to practice Quidditch."

As they walked towards the stairs to the basement, they saw Hagrid happily raising an arm and waving to them desperately. Harry and Ron glanced at each other. They avoided his gaze, scribbled towards them. He waved his hand as a response.

Trying 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 hybrid giant, said to Ron with embarrassment: "The improvement class of the magical animal protection class is in the first quarter of the afternoon. It should be going to teach lower grades."

"Hermione didn't choose his class either. He probably didn't know that none of us chose his class." Ron scratched his head in frustration. "...I would report Hagrid's class if I knew it, Professor McGonagall. I won’t let me follow you to any potions class..."

What Hagrid would think if he knew it, Harry didn't want to think anymore: "Speaking of potions, we're going to be late again, let's go."

When Harry and Ron entered the potions classroom, they found themselves late, because the underground classroom was already filled with steam and all kinds of weird smells.

"Attention to detail in the preparation stage... is a prerequisite for the success of all plans." Through a lot of hot steam, Professor Slughorn, who heard the movement behind him, turned around, and then greeted Harry very enthusiastically, "Ah. , Harry, my dear boy, I’m so happy to see you, I’m starting to worry, do I think you brought friends here?"

"Professor Slughorn, my name is Ron Weasley. Professor McGonagall just asked Harry to bring me over...but my grades are not above the improvement class, I can't meet your standards...actually I have suffered through my potions. To be honest, asking me to make potions is also a threat to others..." Ron tried his best to explain that he was not qualified, and wanted Professor Slughorn to refuse his study.

Harry heard the red-haired friend say so, he stepped back half a step, put his hand on Ron’s back, and didn’t let Ron go back. He didn’t want to go to potions class by himself, if he could be accompanied by Ron. Nature is the best.

Slughorn, who was hesitant to hear the words, noticed Harry's movements, and he simply raised his hand to show his welcome to Ron, and smiled kindly at Ron. "Nonsense! We don't know until after class. I heard that you are a good friend of Harry, so you are my friend, so please take out all the textbooks."

After speaking, Professor Slughorn was about to turn around and prepare to continue teaching.

"Professor?" Harry said, raising his hand.

Slughorn turned around and looked at Harry suspiciously, "What's the matter Harry?"

"My book hasn't arrived yet, Ron doesn't have any books, we don't have any equipment, because we didn't expect that we would be eligible to go to a higher class. We just placed an order for Lihen Bookstore, but it's not that fast. "Harry said dryly.

"You can find textbooks in the closet. You can use the raw materials in the storage cabinet first, and you can also lend you scales." Slughorn raised his hand and continued to focus on his teaching. "I will prepare this morning. I took some decoctions, does anyone know what these are?"

Slughorn stiffened his chest, which was already bulging because of obesity, and the buttons on his waistcoat seemed to be about to fly away. He walked up to these medicines, looked at them fascinatingly, and fell silent. At the same time, Hermione raised her hand.

"Very good, this..."

"Hermione Granger, professor." Hermione put down her raised hand.

"Hermione Granger..." Slughorn groaned, his eyes widened suddenly, his body leaned forward slightly, and he walked around the cauldron with his big belly, walked to Hermione and stretched out his hand. He smiled. I asked enthusiastically, "Is it Miss Granger, the CEO of Umbrella Company? Miss Granger, I am honored to meet you in person here. I am very sorry. Last year I refused because I was not in good health and was in bed at that time. I’m sorry for your solicitation."

Seeing Professor Slughorn’s sudden enthusiasm ~www.ltnovel.com~ the wizards in the classroom exchanged eyes with surprise and whispered. Except for the elite wizards of Harris and some little wizards born from pure-blooded families who have chosen to join the training class, although most of the other ordinary wizards know that Miss Master is managing the training class, no one can think of the recent The famous umbrella company in the wizarding world is actually under the management of Hermione Granger. Is the Harris family so relieved of a Muggle-born witch?

"It's okay, Professor, the umbrella company still has a chance to cooperate with you." Hermione pretended to be calm and didn't want to be embarrassed by Slughorn to reveal her identity. She gently shook hands with the other party and deliberately walked forward. After a few steps, I walked in front of those medicines, "Professor, that pot is Veritaserum, which can make people confide the truth."

While Hermione was answering the question, Harry and Ron had already arrived in front of the closet. Inside the closet were two sets of "Advanced Potions Making" by Lepasio Pollach. One of them was slightly newer, and Harry and Ron glanced at each other and immediately started a fight for the slightly newer textbook.

Harry won this little contest with the agility of the seeker, proudly raised the textbook in his hand, and Ron threw his own book in annoyance.

Hermione had guessed the last pot. "This pot is an ecstasy, the strongest Ecstasy in the world." Hermione looked at Professor Slughorn. "It is said that it varies from person to person, and it emits the most attractive scent, such as the one I smell. It's the lawn that has just been mowed, the brand-new parchment..."

Hermione pursed her lips, her cheeks were rosy, and she secretly said-Ellen's smell. But what I said turned into: "There is also the smell of soap from sisters'Ojivi'."