Ron and Hermione didn't know how to persuade Harry.

Blind, disfigured, changed gender...

Definitely not a good thing.

Hagrid also hesitated to speak, obviously he also felt that Snape might really be capable of doing such a thing.

"Hagrid, may I make a request?" Harry didn't take it to heart. He finally finished looking at all the things in the room that exuded a magical aura. A hint of joy appeared on his face. He rubbed his hands and sat down.

Hagrid nodded readily. "Of course, as long as you don't continue to ask about your parents, anything is fine."

"I want to borrow some of your ingredients to make a... um... a potion." Harry waved his hand and described it simply. "It's harmless."

"I will give you corresponding compensation."

Hagrid waved his hand and said, "No, I picked up those things in the Forbidden Forest. You can use them as you like."

Ron was a little envious: "Did you pick all these up in the Forbidden Forest? That's great. I mean, if possible, I would like to be a key keeper in the future."

Harry meant it, not at all.

He immediately stood up and started collecting things in the house.

Grease… this is the most important.

He walked to the kitchen, picked and chose, and brought out two large jars - dog oil and bear fat.

"Harry, that's what I use for cooking." Hagrid's eyes were as big as light bulbs.

Harry put it down gently: "Don't worry, I won't use too much."

"Well, what kind of potion are you going to make?" Hagrid was puzzled. He was in his third year at Hogwarts, but he had never heard of a potion that required grease. "Professor Snape never asked me for these things."

"A special potion." Harry explained as he propped up the cauldron. "Apply it to a sword to increase its power."

The Sorting Hat shuddered and yelled, "What the hell are you going to paint on Gryffindor's sword, kid?"

"It's not some weird stuff, it's sword oil," Harry retorted.

The Sorting Hat was startled and muttered, "Sword oil?"

"I know that thing. Before Gryffindor had this sword, the swords he used often needed to be maintained with sword oil."

"Well, you really do love that sword."

"But it is a magical item forged by fairies. It does not require maintenance. It can withstand the passage of time. It is at its sharpest every minute and every second."

"I know, but sword oil does more than just maintain its appearance." Harry shook his head.

The Sorting Hat reluctantly agreed: "Okay, you can do this, but you have to promise me."

"After you oil the sword of Gryffindor, you must clean it before you put it back in, so as not to stain me."

Harry was startled and looked at the hat: "You are much dirtier than sword oil."

"No, I'm not dirty!" The Sorting Hat said confidently and loudly, "It's the traces left by time on me. I'm a clean but old hat."

Harry sighed and replied perfunctorily, "Yes, yes, yes."

The biggest difference between the herbs in the two worlds is the magical herbs - and for most herbs that do not have magical aura, there is not much difference.

The most basic sword oil does not require too many or too complicated materials.

It can be boiled down with ordinary herbs and oils.

I will definitely go to the Forbidden Forest later.

It was a natural treasure trove, and no witcher could resist the temptation of such a treasure trove. In order to collect materials for potions and sword oil, Harry would carefully check if there were any herbs around after walking a distance, and then pick a handful.

Sword Oil for Beasts: Beast Oil is essential.

It requires dog oil and wolf liver...

It's a pity that there is no wolf liver in Hagrid's hut. By the way... is dog liver useful? Harry stroked his chin and glanced at Fang who was having fun beside him.

The animal's senses were extremely acute, and it froze immediately, whimpered, and hid behind Hagrid.

Hagrid touched Fang's head, confused. What happened to it?

no.

This is Hagrid's pet.

Harry sighed in disappointment.

What about the hangman's poison for humans? Keep some on hand, just in case.

One part dog oil, four parts flea buds...

Man-eating oil for man-eating humanoid creatures. Thinking of this, Harry glanced at Hagrid - he always suspected that Hagrid was a hybrid creature, half human and the other half a giant, troll, or other creature.

Hagrid shuddered. "Harry, what's wrong?"

"Hagrid, could you please bring me some wolf livers from the Forbidden Forest next time?" Harry made up an excuse.

"Wolf liver?" muttered Hagrid. "That stuff doesn't taste good."

Harry lit the flame and began to heat the cauldron: "That's not for eating, it's for mixing potions."

"Then I'll give you some in exchange next time I trade with the centaur tribe." Hagrid nodded in agreement.

The Forbidden Forest is not full of magical creatures. There are also some ordinary creatures at the bottom of the food chain, such as bears, wolves, hares, and forest sheep - they usually exist as food.

Harry concentrated on boiling the sword oil.

Ron and Hermione were thinking about how to take a bite of the rock pancake, and they were talking to Hagrid about life in Hogwarts and... that annoying Malfoy.

There are also some topics outside of Hogwarts.

Who had the guts to rob Gringotts, and he even got away with it.

Hagrid was glad that he also went to Gringotts that day to do things for Mr. Dumbledore. Fortunately, he arrived there first and did not encounter the vicious criminal.

Harry didn't care.

He was still young and not famous - Gringotts would never offer a handful of gold Galleons to invite an ordinary little wizard like him to investigate a theft case.

Until dinner.

Ron and Hermione finally couldn't bear it anymore and dragged Harry, who was still reluctant to leave Hagrid's Hut.

Today's harvest is extremely rich.

Ron got a handful of rock biscuits, Hermione got a head full of bags, and Harry made seven bottles of sword oil. He made up his mind to come to Hagrid's hut often, as he had made up his mind to make friends with him.

But such opportunities don't come often.

The first-year academic workload was not too heavy, but a brand new magic system and potion system was too attractive to Harry.

He also chased after several professors to ask questions on weekends - Snape was the only exception. It was not that Harry didn't want to ask him questions, but that Snape didn't want to see him at all.

Every time, Harry could only ask a few questions at the end of the Potions class before Snape got furious.

Ron was terrified.

Gryffindor's scoring gem was also terrified.

From Monday to Thursday every week, the price of gemstones rises very well, but on Fridays, the price drops sharply. At first, the little lions were a little uncomfortable with it, but later they wished they could drop more gemstones.

The great Lion Prince once again provoked the old Snake King of Slytherin!

The more points deducted, the angrier he is.

The Gryffindors have a good attitude. Although we lost points, it is the Dean who suffers.

In the first few weeks.

The little lions were still under Harry's leadership, working diligently and studying hard, but as time went on, their true natures were revealed.

Playfulness and games are what they pursue.

Only Harry and Hermione were like the oddballs, going to the library on time every day.

Just as Ron had said on the train, he would have to rely on Harry's help with his homework from now on - and he did just that.

Harry didn't care.

After finishing his homework, he casually threw it into the common room for them to pass around.

Hermione gritted her teeth: "Harry, you can't spoil them like that anymore!"

“You have to write it yourself.”

The other little lions lowered their heads, pretending not to hear. Ron opened and closed his mouth, mumbling something, but no one knew what he was saying.

But soon.

Another piece of news diluted the unpleasantness brought by Hermione.

The flying class was about to begin, and after copying Harry's homework, the young wizards began to discuss it enthusiastically.

Harry was also interested.

He had a headache dealing with flying monsters like griffins, pterodactyls, and sirens. Compared with his abilities in magic signs and swordsmanship, his crossbow skills were not very good.

He really wanted to be able to fly, even on a broomstick.

The only downside to flying lessons is that you have to be with Slytherins.

Thursday afternoon.

The much-anticipated flying lesson finally began. Before Harry could ask a few questions, Ron begged him to come to the Quidditch field.

Professor Huo Qi is a very heroic woman, but she teaches very carefully, perhaps because she has experienced many classroom accidents, or perhaps because the little lions and little snakes take classes together.

but……

Accidents are about to happen, and no one can stop them.

There are two big troubles in Gryffindor class.

One is Seamus. Problems always arise in Charms and Transfiguration classes. Spells that would be harmless in other people's hands always cause explosions when cast by him.

The other is Neville, who always has problems in Potions class. Fortunately, Harry is always there to back him up, and the worst he does is fail in brewing the potion.

And now...

Neville has problems again.

He flew into the air and fell heavily. Professor Hooch had to leave these little wizards here and send the patient Neville to the school infirmary.

"Look at that big fool!" Malfoy couldn't wait to laugh as soon as Professor Hooch left. "He is the kind of stupid and clumsy troll that the dean said."

"Wizards actually fall off their brooms."

"Shut up, Malfoy!" Parvati frowned and scolded.

Pansy sneered, "Oh, there are actually people who would protect Longbottom. Are you attracted to that stupid, chubby little teardrop?"

Malfoy's eyes suddenly lit up, and he rushed to the place where Neville had just fallen, picked up something, held it high, and shouted at Harry: "Potter, look, what is this?"

"Your stupid little henchman thing."

"A memory ball."

"Oh, his brain does need something that only an old man would use."

He looked defiant, his eyebrows raised.

"First of all, Neville is not my follower." Harry said expressionlessly, "Secondly, I think... Malfoy, you'd better put down his things."