Hogwarts on the Tip of the Tongue

"Speaking of which, Hermione is thirteen years old this year..."

Elena whispered thoughtfully, and looked at the little **** that was gradually opening up next to her.

At this time, Hermione was stirring the solvent in the cauldron. The second-grade potions class was still in a group of two for the time being. Although Hermione was still holding lemons in her heart, she didn't want to leave the class task in front of her.

"Well, it's just one year older than you... Our birthdays are not close together."

Hermione answered calmly, without lifting her head.

"I like the set of birthday gifts you gave me very much. I also know that the decision to teach magic texts is ultimately with Professor Apocalis, but it is a special flame manipulation technique, I am not envious... "

"If I remember correctly, you came to the one last week... I saw it in the bathroom trash—"

"Um... what's wrong, Elena?"

Hermione's face turned pink, and she bitterly whitened the white hairy ball next to her.

"I mean……"

Elena leaned close to Hermione Granger's ear, her voice low, whispering softly.

"This also means that Granger can be regarded as an adult. Would you like to follow me outside the school to try something that an adult wizard can do? The area outside the Hogwarts gate, you weren’t before Are you curious?"

"A grown-up wizard... can only... do..."

Hermione's feet under the table stirred uncomfortably back and forth a few times, and the crystal earlobes instantly became red.

"What is that... adult wizard... the forbidden area outside the school..."

"Advanced mathematics, advanced physics, advanced chemistry...the brightest crystallization of the wisdom of these scientific civilizations so far, alchemy, potions, polymorphism, spells...these magical civilization has the longest heritage of mysterious fire; they are now in Hogg Not far from Watts Gate, they collided fiercely with each other, blooming the light that belongs to the future of human civilization--"

Elena said, shimmering on her delicate little face.

After the initial transformation a few days ago, in addition to the discovery of the flame ability, the original magic ability, and even the physical strength and energy in her body were slightly strengthened, and the changes were so obvious that Elena could even clearly detect it.

Maybe it doesn't work for the **** potato radish, but it is still very useful for charm wings.

"For example, look," Elena said, pointing to the crucible mysteriously. "Did you see? The new refreshing solvent that everyone learned in this class today-this is the spark of magic and science intertwined. , Do you want to go?"

At the table, Hermione turned to look at Elena, listening carefully.

This was the first time she heard what was happening outside the school.

Different from the printed text in the textbook, from Elena’s mouth, Hermione unfolded a wonderful dream scene that had never been imagined before her eyes. New knowledge is gradually being born-perhaps just a few hundred meters away from them. position.

"Where? When are we going?" Hermione said quickly.

"Not far from here."

Elena said, her eyebrows and her eyes were filled with excitement and pride: Little Beaver failed the charm appraisal!

"Actually, it's in the area outside the Hogwarts gate. Did Professor Dumbledore say when the school started that it is an area absolutely forbidden for all students? Of course, because there is more than just hemp. Gua scholar, that is the epitome of semi-human civilization-but knowledge is not all safe, right?"

"Only people like Professor Lockhart, Professor Quirrell, or Mr. Nicole LeMay, Professor Albus Dumbledore, are qualified to enter that area on behalf of wizards to distinguish and merge the two. A civilized process."

"The area outside the Hogwarts gate..."

Hermione repeated, looking at Elena meaningfully.

"Those plans at the school gate seem to have already begun when the last semester is about to end? Wait, there is still a question that cannot be explained. Why did we first come into contact with textbooks written by Americans last year?"

"Ah, this is because—"

Elena was stunned, and opened her mouth in a daze.

This is not because the plan has not changed quickly.

At that time, who could have thought of her, Elena Kaslana, a black-hearted little cutie in an orphanage, could be transformed into the Queen of Gringotts Wizarding Bank in less than a year, and even took over part of the Red Will Afterglow.

It's just that Hermione's current authority alone is not suitable for exposure to too many "greater ideals" for the time being.

Looking at Hermione's increasingly suspicious bright brown eyes, Elena's little dull hair tangled up and down.

But at this moment, Snape suddenly shouted:

"Now, I think you should be finishing the operation. This medicine must be cooked and processed before it can be used. After ten minutes, pack up the things while the medicine is boiling. After that, the rest of the process will be done by the senior students. Take over..."

"Oh, of course..."

Snape said, there was a pause, his dark eyes gleaming with bright malice.

"Your names will be affixed to every pharmacy bottle. If there is an accident or the senior students deduct points... Don't worry, I will tell them cordially and seriously. It's all because of myself. Not good at learning."

The movements of the classmates suddenly stopped, and many of the students' relaxed expressions became serious.

Neville Longbottom glanced desperately at the soup in his cauldron.

At the end of last semester, he witnessed how some unlucky senior students of Gryffindor College took turns to withstand dozens of duel challenges in one day, and finally almost really "dead" in Apocali. Professor Si's ring.

Of course, in a sense, "death" may be easier.

Since "recovering quickly", "healing as ever", and the most terrifying "Wyrd" magic texts began to become daily, high-intensity duels have truly become battles that are like a long-term execution-you even pretend to be fainted. No chance.

In fact, Neville was not afraid of fighting. He was actually more worried about the disappointed expression of his grandmother when she knew all this.

Compared with drafting pharmacy, history of magic, mathematics, grammar, and other disciplines that can be improved through hard work and stupid ways of piling up time, Neville suffers more in courses involving creativity and spellcasting, but in Hogwar Among the many courses he had taken, Potions had almost become the worst course he had learned.

Of course the most important thing is that Neville became very afraid of Snape from the second half of last semester.

Because of his talent in the processing and sorting of medicinal materials, of course, Neville, like Harry and Draco, was classified by Professor Snape as a "probable future" sequence of little wizards with potions talent. .

When the gap between expectations and reality is extremely large, things will naturally become ten times worse.

What made Neville most uncomfortable and uncomfortable was that Professor Snape didn't seem to want to give up... Instead, he paid more and more attention to Neville's mistakes in class, which almost made him start to have a nervous breakdown.

For example, his potion at this time should be a bright yellow warm, sweet solvent, not—

"Yellow-green, Longbottom."

Snape stepped up to Neville, who reflexively cowered beside his cauldron.

The indifferent potions professor squinted, scooped a little out with a spoon, and then splashed it back into the cauldron so that all the students in the class could see—a few drops of yellow-green substance fell on the wooden table. Make a terrible sound.

"Strongly corrosive, yellow-green. Tell me, my child, has something penetrated your thick skull? You didn't listen to me. To be clear, follow the instructions given on my blackboard. Steps? Didn’t I clearly say that I must not mix the descriptions in the book, and I must not add nitrification? Longbottom!"

Snape leaned down and stared down at Neville's eyes from his hooked nose.

"You succeeded in turning a potion of refreshing potion into a poison that is more powerful than concentrated nitric acid... Tell me, do you really enjoy this creative moment? How do you change the way and spoil the potion in a wild way? !"

Neville's face rose to a deep red like pig liver, and he was shaking.

"Sir," Harry said suddenly, "Sir, if you allow me, can I change it for him?"

"It's only fifteen minutes before get out of class ends, Harry... Mr. Potter."

Snape frowned, his gaze stayed on Harry's green eyes for a few seconds, and his expression was in a trance for half a second.

In the underground classroom more than ten years ago, he seemed to have seen a similar scene somewhere.

"Very well, if you intend to do this... At the end of get out of class today, Mr. Longbottom’s performance of the medicine will be one of your assessment scores for today’s class. As for your own--"

Snape's eyes fell on Draco Malfoy, who was partnering with Harry Potter, and said softly.

"Mr. Malfoy, if you can take over on your own, then you can earn 10 points for Slytherin."

"Wait! Professor Snape, Harry just kindly mentioned it."

Draco Malfoy's eyes stopped for a moment on Neville's seemingly hopelessly strong acid solvent, and he showed an apologetic look at the round-faced boy. Then, Draco turned his head and said seriously. ~www.ltnovel.com~ Harry, don't be silly, this is impossible! It's impossible for such a little time..."

"Strong corrosiveness can speed up the nitrification of walking mushrooms. It only needs to be neutralized. In theory, it should be done."

Harry Potter thought for a few seconds, then hesitated and said softly.

"So... are you going to stir out the new potion with your tongue? Huh?"

Professor Snape raised his eyebrows noncommittal, thought about it, and added.

"By the way, Mr. Harry Potter, remember to take your own textbook-if you do not successfully complete it, then you will win yourself an extra class reward, two weeks of confinement-as your arrogance Price."

"I see, Professor Snape."

Harry Potter nodded very seriously and carefully picked up his old textbook.

"Trust me, Draco—it's okay."

………

After half an hour.

Hermione and Elena climbed the stairs to the front hall.

Little Beaver was still thinking about the fascinating changes in Elena's mouth, but Elena frowned and recalled the episode that happened in the classroom just now. Some strange things suddenly flashed through her mind.

"Textbooks, old textbooks...nitrification..."

Speaking of it, the progress of Harry's potion level at the beginning of this semester is really surprising.

Now I carefully recall and count, the number of times "Boy who survived the catastrophe" won the first place in the potions class seems to be a bit ridiculously high. Even if she slackened a little bit this semester, she didn't suddenly play so stable Up.

"Hermione, do you think that this year Harry seems to be a little bit open..."

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New year and new atmosphere! Great!