Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

Snape can't.

It was the first time for Slughorn, who has decades of rich teaching experience, to see such straightforward remarks protruding from a student's mouth and criticizing a professor nakedly.

So righteous?

It was rumored that the relationship between Harry and Snape was not good, and the two often quarreled and even fought.

In a word he believed it.

"Harry, Severus is also very good." Slughorn said softly "Of course, he may be a little younger, after all, he is only in his thirties. Many good and great potions masters, at his age , are still just diligent apprentices, compared to us, Severus is already a big step ahead."

Harry nodded: "Maybe he will become like you in the future, but he is still a young man now."

He was referring to age.

Slughorn understood it as "the level of potions", with a wrinkled smile on his face: "No, not maybe, but definitely, Severus, and Harry, you will all become greater than me."

What happened on the train must be an illusion!

Yes, it is an illusion.

Harry may not know that Riddle is the mysterious man, and it is unlikely that he knows about Barty Crouch Jr. His words are not piercing his heart, but simply praising himself.

It's because I'm too sensitive.

Dumbledore is really exaggerating, Harry is obviously very good at talking.

This mouth is so sweet, as if it has been smeared with honey, and Riddle spoke so nicely back then.

"Does the professor have any opinion?" Harry asked seriously.

Slughorn enthusiastically asked about Harry's thoughts, why these ingredients were used, and what did the ratio say. The use of many ingredients in this formula was unexpected, although Harry said that it could play a role in the same effect as wolfsbane. The potion has the same effect, and the available materials and chamaejasme potion have few overlaps.

At first glance, this was a potion that was beyond his understanding.

"Can this work on werewolves?"

"Can this also work on werewolves?"

"My Merlin, this is okay too?"

The combination of many potion materials can have an unexpected effect on werewolves, which surprised Slughorn.

Wait for Harry to finish explaining.

He nodded lightly: "Very good idea, but Harry, you are still too young, and some ideas are not mature enough."

"Why do you have to match it like this? It's better than this."

"Harry, should you go back and change the formula, or should you just stay here? I'll see after you change it."

Slughorn stopped short of his sentence.

He watched helplessly as Harry took out the materials he had prepared long ago from the Sorting Hat without saying a word.

"We can try it now." After all the materials were taken out, Harry raised his head, "I have prepared all the materials."

Slughorn's heart skipped a beat, and he nodded: "Oh, of course, this is of course the best."

until twelve o'clock.

An hour past curfew.

"Harry, if you don't go back to the dormitory now, points will be deducted if you are caught by other professors or Mr. Filch." Slughorn looked at the wall clock again, and kindly reminded him.

"I know the Disillusionment Charm." Harry replied without looking up, continuing to prepare for the next potion.

Slughorn flinched.

do i mean that

Can't you hear what I want to express?

"I mean, it's late," Slughorn tried to be more explicit.

Harry shook his head: "I'm not sleepy yet."

I really don't understand!

Slughorn gave up on himself, throwing away the last bit of euphemism: "It's time to rest, Harry, I'm very old, I'm going to be a hundred years old this year, and I don't have your energy."

Harry sighed in disappointment: "Professor, but we got nothing tonight, we failed three times."

Not exactly a failure, either.

After changing the ratio and the formula of certain materials, a new potion was indeed brewed, but compared with the finished product Harry took out, the properties of the potion were not much different. change in nature.

From the point of view of a potionist, failing to make the potion with the desired effect is undoubtedly a failure.

Slughorn looked at him, feeling weak.

Such a serious, hard-working, and outstanding student, should I really reject him because of such a trivial matter as sleeping?

He took a deep breath and nodded: "Maybe there are still some problems with some of my ideas."

"I'll think about it this week, next week, next Tuesday we'll try again."

Harry nodded: "Professor, thank you very much."

Slughorn finally saw Harry off. He rubbed his sore neck, called out the house-elves, let them clean up the office for him, went to the bedroom by himself, didn't even think about washing, and fell into a deep sleep.

Harry, who walked out of Slughorn's office, did not go back to the dormitory, but went all the way down to Snape's office and knocked on the door.

After a while, the door was opened.

Snape's face darkened: "Mr. Potter, I think you should know that it's almost one o'clock in the morning. What are you trying to do to disturb a professor at such a late hour?"

"Five points from Gryffindor for Night Walk."

Harry took out Slughorn's notes and handed them over: "Professor Slughorn said that you are too young and have many immature ideas. These are the notes I got in his confinement just now."

"My thoughts are immature?" Snape raised his eyebrows and took the notes.

He flipped through it quickly.

Slughorn almost denied most of Snape's ideas, and the ratio of materials was almost completely different.

"Is that what that old slug thinks?" Snape sneered, "He's ashamed to say I'm immature, he's much more immature than me."

"Moonlight grass, maidenhair fern, so many flashy things, besides improving the taste, what else can they do?"

Because of the "Slughorn's opinion" conveyed by Harry, Snape was not at all polite to his former Potions professor.

But "slug" isn't considered an insult.

Slughorn often called himself that, and even named his club "Slug", which was taken from the first four letters of his surname, Slug (slug), which means slug.

Harry said nothing.

Snape paused for a moment: "However, he still has a little cleverness. These angles are not bad, but the old slug is an old slug. When he came up with such an angle, he couldn't do anything practical?"

"Fortunately, he didn't deny these ideas, otherwise he wouldn't be qualified to call himself a master of potions."

With a flick of his wand, he put away his notes and stared at Harry in front of him.

Harry said nothing, just stared at him.

"It's bed time, Mr. Potter." Snape immediately understood what he meant, and responded, "I have classes tomorrow, and I don't have time to stay up late with you to correct that old slug's mistakes."

Harry nodded and turned away, towards Gryffindor Tower.

Snape closed the door.

He walked towards the bedroom, just about to go back to sleep, but on the notebook, some thoughts of Slughorn hooked him, making him turn around involuntarily, sit at the table, open the notebook, and read carefully, Slughorn After all, Laghorn is a veteran potion master, and his thinking is very interesting.

In the Potions professor's office.

Slughorn had just been lying on the bed, and when he closed his eyes, it was Harry's face and the questions he had asked.

He is very old.

But how to solve the problem of wolf syndrome is more interesting.

After tossing and turning, he couldn't fall asleep, so he simply got up, went back to the office, and continued to study how to improve the formula so that it could have the desired effect.

Early the next morning.

The young wizards noticed that both the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor and the Potions professor had thick dark circles under their eyes, and they kept yawning, as if they didn't sleep well.

until Saturday.

The troubling first week of school is finally over, and students have a long-awaited five-day weekend.

In Hagrid's cabin.

Harry, Hermione and Ron visit Hagrid together.

"Oh, Harry, Hermione, Ron, welcome." Hagrid opened the door and welcomed them in.

His tone is pleasant.

The house was not the same as before. It had been tidied up, and even the bed had been changed into a delicate and beautiful oak bed.

Harry sniffed: "Oh, it smells like Ms. Maxim."

Hagrid froze, the words he was about to say stuck in his mouth.

"Ms. Maxim?" Ron's face suddenly became excited. "Hagrid, I heard that you traveled with her during the summer vacation. How did you feel?"

"It's a little pale, but it has a strong sense of presence. Ms. Maxim has just been here?" Harry continued.

Hagrid shook his head: "No, how is it possible, Olim is the principal of Beauxbatons, she has gone back long ago."

"Olim!" Ron was even more excited.

This is Maxim's name.

Hagrid gritted his teeth, a little embarrassed: "Ron!"

Harry raised his wand and said the spell: "Fly around."

From Yaya's kennel, a dirty skirt flew out and landed in front of them.

"It's Olim's clothes." Hagrid was surprised. "It's in Yaya, no wonder I haven't found it."

"It's a skirt!" Ron opened his mouth wide, sighing in surprise, "Hagrid, have you and Maxim developed to this level?"

Hagrid blushed, waved his wand, and roughly stuffed the skirt into his closet: "To what extent, Ron, don't become so gossip, you're just a kid."

"I'll be seventeen in less than half a year." Ron emphasized, "It's hard to imagine. We all thought that Hagrid would break up with you and get married when."

Hagrid glared at him. "Now is not the time to talk about such things."

"Harry, I have something to tell you, and I may need your help."

Harry nodded, waved his wand, dragged three chairs over, sat down, and said, "What kind of fireworks do you need for the wedding? You should go to George and Weasley for this kind of thing."

"If you are asking about wedding experience, you can ask the professor, um."

Speaking of this, he suddenly got stuck.