Chapter 594 Impact and Response (asking for monthly votes from everyone)

The next day, while eating breakfast, Harry poked his fried eggs with a fork with red eyes.

"Harry, are you okay?" Hermione asked worriedly.

"Nothing." Harry said, his voice was a little hoarse, but he was in great spirits. "The effect of the medicine hasn't worn off yet." He turned to look at Ron and said vaguely, "I may need your help tonight."

Ron nodded in understanding.

Hermione on the side was surprised at the tacit understanding between the two and pouted. But before she could say anything, Neville came over with the book "One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi", with a thick stack of parchment sandwiched between the book...

"I have sorted out the most common 100 kinds of plant-based potion materials," Neville said. "I have referred to the OWLs exam questions of previous years, so there shouldn't be any omissions."

Ron was stunned by the confidence in his words. Harry quickly took out three pieces of parchment from his schoolbag. "This is the latest simplified process for three potions. Leave it to, um--"

"Hannah and Susan," Neville grinned, "They can't wait to verify it. Hermione--"

"I'll go over to take a look this afternoon," Hermione said, "Or will we strictly follow the OWLs standard for grading?" "

This is the only way to be effective, otherwise the grading standard Susan got from her aunt will be wasted." Neville said, "And there are antidotes. There is no fixed plan for this part. You must have a deep understanding of the principles..."

Hermione nodded slightly in agreement.

"I can only provide some ideas--"

"In fact, most poisons can be detoxified with bezoar." Harry, who had been reading idle books all night, interrupted. Neville saw Harry's red eyes and was startled, almost knocking over the bowl of soup.

"Harry, your eyes--"

"Nothing." Harry muttered.

After Neville left, Harry, Ron and Hermione came over to see Neville's work. Each piece of parchment had seven or eight kinds of plant materials drawn on it, not only with their names, but also with stick figures drawn with simple lines. Several arrows were drawn from the potion materials, and at the end of the arrows were written the names of the potions in which the materials appeared, as well as the role they played in them.

The first material was 'Dittany'.

Harry stared at the pattern next to it for two seconds, and it roughly matched his memory. Then he carefully read the string of arrows that led out. The first one was that it could be eaten raw or applied on the skin to heal shallow wounds. The second one was that it was extracted from essences, and the healing effect was even more outstanding. Two common ratios were written in small print next to it. The third one mentioned that diffusa could be used to make a stimulating potion to awaken people who had fallen into a magical sleep - "We should have prepared some!" Ron shouted when he saw this. It took Harry a lot of effort to wake him up this morning. The fourth to eighth items introduced the effects of diffusa mixed with other materials. For example, mixing it with silver powder can treat bleeding caused by werewolf bites...

"Great." Harry said, "I wonder how the Greengrass sisters are doing?"

Before class in the afternoon, Daphne and Astoria came to the base of the 'Frontline Lookout'. It had completely changed. Rows of crucibles were set up, and several students were adding materials into them. Hermione was checking a sample of a finished potion.

"Non-toxic --"

"The color is slightly lighter, but it can be ignored;"

"The smell is normal."

"Next is the Scapin Revealing Charm," Hermione waved her wand, and various shadows appeared above the small glass bottle, and then their shadows began to jump. Hermione muttered something, and although she didn't know what she was doing, the shadows were becoming clearer and clearer. Everyone around came over to see.

"It should be fine." She said with a sigh of relief.

"It's just a matter of trying it. Who will do it this time?" Seamus Finnigan said happily.

Everyone took a step back. They obviously didn't forget what happened to Anthony Goldstein - Hermione hadn't appeared at that time, and the result was that Anthony's eyebrows and sweat hairs grew rapidly after taking the improved hair growth agent.

"His nose hair was a foot long at that time!"

Since then, Hermione has become an indispensable member, responsible for testing and identification. And she also knows the most unpopular spells that seem useless, which can turn accidents from "very bad" to "moderately bad".

"I'll do it." Justin Finch-Fletchley stood up despite the whispered objection of his friend Ernie Macmillan.

Harry stared at Justin intently, his eyes were even redder, and he was obviously tired, but he was holding the dream potion he had received from Madam Pomfrey earlier. "Kid, you really should have come earlier." She said sternly. "OWLs exams really force a lot of people--" "

This, this is just an accident, Madam Pomfrey." Harry said hurriedly. After repeatedly promising not to abuse magic potions, he was allowed to leave.

At this time, he noticed someone pulling his clothes from behind. He turned his head, lowered his head, and stared at Astoria.

Astoria waved at him, motioning him to come out.

"Did you bring the things?"

"A bottle of dragon blood, half a unicorn horn, twenty lesser unicorn tail hairs, African tree snake skin, fire ash snake eggs, soundless bird feathers, dragon liver, scarab, water from the Lethe River... all here." Daphne patted her pockets and said.

There was a scream from the side-Ron wanted to reach out to take it, and was hit by Daphne with her wand.

"There are conditions." Daphne said with a straight face.

"What conditions?" Harry asked sensitively.

Daphne curled her lips reluctantly in Hermione's direction: "These materials can only be used by her. Everyone unanimously agreed--"

"Wait, how many people are there among you?" Ron asked.

"Fifteen."

"So many!" Harry shouted in surprise.

"Do you know how much these materials are worth?" Daphne asked arrogantly, and then glanced at Harry's red eyes evasively, "A bottle of dragon blood alone is worth 12 Galleons, and we will not waste precious materials on uncertain tests, so we must use orthodox methods, we want to see the correct operating procedures! Look at your red eyes!"

"This is not a side effect of simplifying the test process!" Harry couldn't help but defend himself.

But Daphne stuffed a small packet of potion ingredients into his hand. "I don't care, I'm just delivering the message. You decide the specific time, but you have to wait until we are both free." She left with her sister. Harry and Ron were stunned. "Why is she so proud? She has to ask us for help--" "

To be precise, it has nothing to do with us." Harry reminded Ron, who scratched his head. "I just didn't expect Mafalda to really attract so many people."

Yes, Mafalda was also involved in this matter. It can even be said that she connected the students of the four colleges. Now that she has retired, she is actively expanding other businesses...

"We must keep tracking the progress of the Magic Yearbook. Wasn't there news some time ago that Digory signed up? He may be invited during the summer vacation. We can make predictions in advance. His popularity is still very high!" Mafalda said passionately, shaking her brown-red hair.

Several young kids in the lower grades nodded like chickens pecking at rice.

Unknowingly, Mafalda already had the first batch of people.

When the short meeting was about to end, she took out a brand new little notebook, lowered her head and repeatedly looked at her clothes, "How is it, isn't it perfect?"

A burst of praise.

"Mafalda, are you going to interview someone?"

"Yes, that has always been one of my goals." She said happily.

Mafalda dismissed the little wizards and walked in the courtyard with a clatter, while flipping through the topics of the next issue of the "Mystery Wall" tabloid.

"Professor Burbage sings late at night, and it seems that his research has made a major breakthrough-Draco Malfoy stays in the library all day, working hard to become a healer? And Harry Potter may have pink eye-" She seemed overjoyed, "The next Quidditch match is between Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, and there are changes in the Potions class. I am involved in it myself. What should I write? Students from the four major colleges team up to fight against the Potions professor? Oh, this is my dean!"

"I think it can be slightly changed." A voice suddenly said.

Mafalda was startled and looked up to find that she had walked into the courtyard. She had just experienced the strong wind in March and the rain in April. Now it was a rare good weather. She looked at Professor Hepp sitting on the bench, with a bunch of flowers behind him.

She walked over aggressively.

"I wrote you twenty-seven letters, Professor Hepp! You only replied to me three times-hey, what is this?" She complained at first, but her attention was distracted by a thick stack of parchment in Felix's hand.

"It's just student work." Felix said, spreading his hands, and the parchment disappeared.

He leaned back in his chair and said lazily, "Because you didn't change a word in the letter after that, I don't think it's necessary to waste time. In fact, if you still do this in the third grade, I will put you in detention. "

Mafalda pouted.

"Why should I choose your class?"

"Maybe because this class is too important." Felix said as a matter of course.

Mafalda was stunned for two seconds, "You almost got away with it. It's not student work at all. I saw it! The title is'Research Report on So-and-so', and the person who wrote this document is named Winnie Valentine."

Felix looked at her in surprise.

"I am very sensitive to names." Mafalda said proudly.

"Has anyone told you, Miss Prewett, that the flaunting part of your personality accounts for a large part?" Felix said, "I think you have suffered in this regard, not long ago... If you forget, I can help you recall, the key word: hair--"

Mafalda screamed in anger, and Felix picked his ears slightly exaggeratedly and leaned back.

Mafalda became even angrier. She cursed Umbridge in a low voice as if she was caught in a sore spot: "Damn old witch." She touched her hair. God knows how devastated she was when she came out of the state of the Confusion Charm and found that a patch of her hair was pulled out.

Felix admired it silently for a while, and said, "We have strayed far from the topic--" "

Then let's start the interview now?" Mafalda immediately changed his expression.

"Oh, no, I just wanted to place an advertisement, but I just happened to hear something similar... We can discuss it."

"What is it? Quidditch, or Potions?"

"The latter." Felix said, "Don't you think the lives of fifth- and seventh-year students are too dull, trapped in the house all day, going back and forth between classrooms, libraries and lounges..."

"So what?" Mafalda said disapprovingly.

"You will live like this in the future." Felix reminded her, "I heard that several students have had emotional breakdowns and have been admitted to the school hospital. Tsk tsk, those professors are so mean."

Mafalda looked at him sideways, hesitating whether to remind him to pay attention to his position.

"I saw that some students have been spontaneously organizing to review Potions recently? That's great. We must never bow to evil forces... But the scope can be expanded a little. Sirius - ahem, that's your Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. He makes you wave little sticks all day long. How tiring! I heard that he even laughed at you for not getting an excellent grade in class..."

"And Professor McGonagall, she always has a stern face. Don't you want to see her surprised expression?"

"Surprised..." Mafalda pondered, "Scare the professor? Do you have any ideas?"

"I don't, but I guess the memory in classroom seven must know." Felix, "This is exclusive news." "

Classroom seven, yes! There are many professors' memories there, and they know a lot of things." Mafalda narrowed her eyes. She thought of how she had been looking for an opportunity to interview Headmaster Dumbledore, but unfortunately she failed. The only time she was close to the headmaster's office was when someone impersonated her.

She skipped these unpleasant memories and followed her previous thoughts. She could ask those memories about their learning secrets and make a series of reports. Especially those about OWLs and NEWTs, which will surely attract huge attention.

If we can get some secrets of the professors out... Mafalda pulled the corners of her mouth and laughed.

"You can do more." Felix said, "I have a suggestion that will make you famous... Have you ever thought that some of the textbooks in the school are too old and seem out of date, but you have to make the professors aware of this." "

Direct confrontation is unrealistic. After all, empty words are not enough. We must provide real evidence. Why not change your thinking? The memory also has high knowledge and can guess the professors' thoughts better. If we can pull the memory to the students' side, let them use the students to compete with the main body in knowledge..."

Mafalda's eyes lit up.

"By the way, Miss Prewett, I am taking a huge risk to reveal this to you. If it gets out-" Felix said seriously, "I will turn you into a frog."

Mafalda was stunned.

"Have you heard the story of the frog prince? I hope there are people in reality who can accept a kind-hearted frog. Well, I am very curious..."

Felix stuffed two silver Sickles into her hand, "This is advertising fee, I got it from Professor Bubbage." He said and walked away with brisk steps - it felt so pleasant to delegate tasks to others.

As a result, Dumbledore was not satisfied, "You can do it more openly, Felix." Felix

pouted. He was a snake, and it was his instinct to lay bait and lure people into the trap.

"You can do more," Dumbledore saw his thoughts and said, "The four founders of Hogwarts, Godric Gryffindor, Helga Hufflepuff, Rowena Ravenclaw and Salazar Slytherin, each of them has his own personality.

Their spirit has been passed down from generation to generation and continues in the school to this day. If you want to change it, you must first become it."

Felix smacked his lips. Why did these words sound so familiar? He seemed to have said similar words to many students, and the most recent one was today. Then the next step should be...

"-and you have this potential."

Tsk, he guessed it.

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