In the hall, the students of each academy had received their respective schedules.
"The first class in the morning is Potions. I have to hurry to class." Hermione made her way through the Magi who were hurriedly leaving the hall. She stopped in front of Allen and greeted him.
"I have to inspect the venue for my ancient magic class. Don't be late in the afternoon. As my first batch of students, I have a gift for you." Alan told Hermione and Luna that although he didn't fill in any of the advanced classes, he didn't go back to the tower to do his research. As a professor, he hoped that his students could enjoy the best classroom experience. Although he didn't know the exact number of students, Flick just told him that from the applications he had received so far, there were a lot of people who wanted to attend Ravenclaw's class.
After a holiday, the ancient magic classroom and office had been assigned to Allen. However, after learning from Demurst's duel class, Allen did not want all of his students to stay in the classroom all day long for some low-intensity activities. For this reason, he planned to walk around the Forbidden Forest and the Black Lake, choose a suitable area, and modify it into a combat training venue.
"I have to go to the magical animal protection class too." Luna flicked her carrot pendant and stood up. "Allen, you can come and take a look around Hagrid's wooden house."
When Luna mentioned the magical animal protection class, Hermione suddenly looked down at her own schedule. This made her realize that she, Harry, and Ron, who were Hagrid's best friends, did not register for Hagrid's magical animal protection class. She knew that many wizards had tried to register for all twelve classes, and that Hagrid's teaching was not as bad as it was at the beginning. Plus, after graduation, there would be a lot of people who wanted to enter the Magical Creature Management and Control Department. Therefore, there should be a lot of wizards who applied for Hagrid's advanced class. But now, the problem was, if Hagrid found out that his three favorite friends did not attend his class, how would she explain it to him?
At this time, the aisles outside the auditorium were full of people. The little wizards who had gotten their schedules after breakfast were looking for their classrooms in a mess, especially the freshmen. Without anyone to guide them, the terrain of the Hogwarts was even more confusing.
Parvati Petil and Lavender Brown were walking through the corridor with books in their arms. The laughter of the two beautiful witches attracted the attention of many male wizards.
"It's a pity that the beautiful centaur Firenze is not teaching the sixth grade Divination class this year." Parvati and Lavender sighed after chatting for a while. "He's the motivation for me to take the Divination class."
"Professor Trelawney is just as charming. She's very popular in Harris TV Station. Many people want to pay her a lot of money to do private Divination. Now we can get in touch with her every week and get her personal guidance. This is what we look forward to the most!" Lavender held her head high. She had never cut off contact with Professor Trelawney, so naturally, she was the professor's favorite student. "I knew she would succeed when I was still a junior. She predicted the death of the rabbit I raised!"
"Ladies, the History of Magic class is upstairs, not downstairs." Professor Mag was holding a roll of parchment as she shouted at Lavender and Parvati, who weren't paying attention to the direction they were going. She was directing helplessly in the chaotic crowd. When she saw the scene in the distance, she quickly shouted, "Davis! Mr. Davis! Don't go in! That's the ladies' room … "
In the crowd, Harry looked at the wizards who were rushing to the classroom, and said to Ron, "I have to go to the Magic Potions class."
Ron looked relaxed as he winked at Harry leisurely, and said, "I don't have class in the morning."
"Potter, Mr. Weasley!" Harry looked toward Professor Mag when he heard Professor Mag's voice. Ron's smile froze on his face.
"Oh, this is bad," Ron said softly. He had no choice but to follow Harry to Professor Mag.
"Potter, I remember you have a Magic Potions class in the morning," Professor Mag asked with a stern expression.
"Yes, Professor. I am going to the Magic Potions classroom." Harry rubbed his hands together uneasily.
"Very good." Professor Mag nodded with pursed lips. Then, he gestured at Ron with his chin, and said to Harry, "Potter, bring Mr. Weasley along too. He looked too happy just now."
Ron quickly explained, "Professor, my grades don't meet the requirements for the Advanced Class of Magic Potions …"
"Mr. Weasley, that's why I asked Potter to bring you along." Professor Mag looked at Ron's anxious expression with displeasure, and sighed with resignation.
"Yes, Professor …" Ron drooped his head and gave up arguing.
Mag shook his head slightly when he saw Weasley like that. Then, he said to Harry, "Harry, the former captain, Angelina Johnson, has graduated. As the successor, you, the new captain of Quidditch, have to select the team members as soon as possible. We haven't won the Quidditch Cup for many years in a row. Furthermore, our main batsman last year, the batter twins, have graduated. The pressure of rebuilding this time is very high. Potter, you only have two more chances before you graduate." Professor Mag glanced at Weasley again. Last year, it was because Ron was the goalkeeper, and the Slythrin players used that "Weasley King", which caused him to be under too much pressure and not be able to perform normally. This allowed the other teams to surpass Gryffindor on the scoreboard every time they faced him.
Although Mag didn't say it out loud, Ron, who noticed her gaze, shrugged resentfully. After walking away with Harry, he grumbled, "I might as well use the time to practice Quidditch instead of the potions class."
When they were walking to the stairs leading to the basement, they saw Hagrid happily raising an arm to wave at them. Harry and Ron looked at each other. They avoided his gaze and waved at him hastily as a response.
Harry tried his best to pretend that he didn't hear Hagrid's call for them to go earlier in the afternoon. After getting rid of the hybrid giant, he said to Ron awkwardly, "The advanced class for the protection of magical animals class is in the first period in the afternoon. He should be going to teach the junior students now."
"Hermione didn't choose his class, either. He probably doesn't know that none of us chose his class." Ron scratched his head dejectedly. "… If I had known, I would have signed up for Hagrid's class. Professor Mag wouldn't have let me follow you to the potions class …"
What would Hagrid think if he knew? Harry didn't want to think about it anymore. "Speaking of potions, we're going to be late again. Let's go."
When Harry and Ron entered the potions classroom, they realized that they were indeed late. The underground classroom was already filled with steam and all kinds of strange smells.
"Paying attention to the details during the preparation stage … is the prerequisite for all plans to succeed." Professor Slughorn, who heard the movement behind him through the steaming steam, turned around and greeted Harry very warmly. "Ah, Harry, my dear child, I'm so happy to see you. I was starting to worry. Did you bring a friend over?"
"Professor Slughorn, my name is Ron Weasley. Professor Mag just asked Harry to bring me over … but my grades aren't good enough for the advanced class. I can't meet your standards … In fact, my potions are terrible. To be honest, I'm a threat to others if they want me to brew potions … "Ron tried his best to explain that he wasn't qualified and wanted Professor Slughorn to reject his studies.
Harry heard his red-haired friend say that and made himself take half a step back. He put his hand on Ron's back to prevent him from stepping back. He didn't want to go to the potions class alone. It would be best if Ron could accompany him.
Professor Slughorn, who was a little hesitant, noticed Harry's action. He simply raised his hand to welcome Ron and smiled kindly at him. "Nonsense! We won't know until the class is over. I heard that you're Harry's good friend, so you're my friend too. Take out your textbooks. "
After saying that, Professor Slughorn was about to turn around and continue the lesson.
"Professor?" Harry raised his hand.
Professor Slughorn turned around and looked at Harry in confusion. "What's wrong, Harry?"
"My books haven't arrived yet. Ron doesn't have any books either. We don't have any equipment because we didn't think we were qualified to go to the advanced class. We just placed an order with Lihen Bookstore, but it won't arrive so soon, "Harry said dryly.
"You can go to the closet and look for your textbooks. You can use the ingredients in the storage cabinet first. I can also lend you the Libra." Professor Slughorn raised his hand and continued to focus on his lesson. "I prepared some potions this morning. Does anyone know what they are?"
Professor Slughorn's chest was already bulging because of his obesity. The buttons on his vest looked like they were about to burst open. He walked to the potions and looked at them with fascination. Hermione raised her hand as soon as he finished speaking.
"Very good. This is …"
"Hermione Granger, professor." Hermione put down her raised hand.
"Hermione Granger …" Professor Slughorn muttered. Suddenly, his eyes widened. He leaned forward slightly and walked around the crucible with his big belly. He walked in front of Hermione and reached out his hand. He smiled and asked enthusiastically, "Are you Miss Granger, the CEO of the Umbrella Corporation? Miss Granger, it's an honor to meet you in person. I'm very sorry. Last year, I was bedridden because of my poor health, so I rejected your invitation. I'm really sorry. "
Seeing Professor Slughorn's sudden enthusiasm, the wizards in the classroom looked at each other in surprise and whispered to each other. Other than the elite wizards who chose to join the Harris Family and a few pure-blood wizards who were born in the family, most of the ordinary wizards knew that Miss Know-It-All was in charge of the training class. However, no one knew that the Umbrella Corporation, which had recently become famous in the wizarding world, was also under the management of Hermione Granger. How could the Family Harris trust a little Muggle Witch so much?
"It's okay, professor. The Umbrella Corporation still has opportunities to work with you." Hermione pretended to be calm and did not think too much about the embarrassment of being exposed by Professor Slughorn. She gently shook hands with Professor Slughorn and deliberately took a few steps forward to the potions. "Professor, that pot is a truth-telling potion. It can make people tell the truth."
Just when Hermione was answering the question, Harry and Ron had already arrived in front of the closet. Inside the closet, there were two sets of tattered Advanced Magic Potion Making by Libazzi Borac. One of the books was slightly newer. Harry and Ron looked at each other and immediately began to fight over the slightly newer textbook.
Harry won this small competition with his agility as a ball seeker. He proudly waved the textbook in his hand, while Ron angrily shook his own book.
Hermione had already guessed the last pot. "This pot is an aphrodisiac. It's the strongest aphrodisiac in the world." Hermione looked at Professor Slughorn. "It's said that it varies from person to person, and it will emit the most attractive smell. For example, I can smell freshly mowed grass, brand new parchment …"
Hermione pursed her lips, her cheeks flushed, and thought to herself, "It's Allen's smell." But what came out of her mouth was, "It's also the smell of the Ojivi sisters' soap."
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