Chapter 455 Potions Class

Outside the office of the professor of Charms, Franklin was waiting for Mike in the office alone, while Clark went to study.

The sixth and seventh grade students at Hogwarts have a lot of free time. Part of the reason is that many students have been disqualified from taking elective courses due to their grades, but more of the reason is that the NWET courses are too difficult. Most professors have taken the initiative to reduce the density of courses and the teaching progress so that students can have more time to absorb and digest the current knowledge.

Many students with poor self-control began to act recklessly after gaining so much free time. Their attention shifted from studying to novels, shopping, wizard chess and even love, especially love. The ratio of couples among sixth and seventh grade students in Hogwarts is frighteningly high. Unlike the Muggle society where couples break up after graduation, most of these student couples can enter the palace of marriage due to the special and closed nature of the wizarding society. In fact, a

considerable number of couples in the wizarding society met on campus, such as Harry's parents, and Neville and Ron's parents.

Mike even suspected that this might be a conspiracy by the Ministry of Magic to increase the birth rate. After all, young people of this age have nothing to do except dating once they are free.

Moreover, they are not mentally mature at this age, so boys and girls do not know moderation and safety measures, and it is easy to cause death, and finally they can only become parents early (abortion is illegal in the wizarding world!).

But there are also a small number of students who always focus on studying. They may be due to family pressure or because of their amazing self-control, but in any case, they are the future of the wizarding world.

Clark belongs to this kind of people. In fact, it is very rare for him to save time to interact with Mike specifically. You know, he will graduate this year.

Clark's departure also made Franklin a little bored. He has been waiting here for nearly half an hour. He really doesn't understand what Mike and Professor Flitwick have to talk about for so long.

Franklin leaned against the wall with his eyes staring at the door of the office.

The next moment, the door was suddenly pushed open. Franklin's spirits were lifted. Just as his pupils had just refocused, he saw Professor Flitwick rushing out of the door at a terrifying speed that almost turned into an afterimage. He ignored Franklin at the door and rushed directly to the stairs.

Then Mike also came out with a smile. Seeing Franklin looking at Professor Flitwick's back in surprise, he explained first:

"Professor Flitwick is about to be late for class."

Franklin looked at the clock hanging on the wall stiffly and murmured:

"He seems to be late?"

"Oh, is that so? That's really bad."

"It's quite bad. It's always been students who are late for class. This is the first time I've heard of a professor being late."

Mike was amused by Franklin and laughed a few times. When his emotions calmed down a little, he took Franklin back to the Ravenclaw Common Room.

Since both of them gave up a lot of elective courses, they had no classes to attend the whole morning.

Mike naturally would not waste such a long period of free time. After returning to the Ravenclaw Common Room, he went directly to the Masonic Secret Realm and began further training on spells in the spell practice square.

As for Franklin, he went to the Quidditch field for training.

Because the previous captain finally graduated, the captain of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team has now become Cedric's fiancée Qiu Zhang, but Qiu Zhang, who is already in the seventh grade this year, is obviously more willing to focus on studying. She has delegated a lot of power to the team, including the selection of players. The reason

why Franklin went there today was to discuss with other senior players how to select new players this year.

It was not until noon that the two returned to Hogwarts for lunch.

During this time, Franklin talked to Mike about their schedule for this year and claimed that they would definitely be able to regain the Quidditch trophy this year.

This made Mike speechless. He smiled and shook his head, but saw that the students around him were all talking to each other happily. Some junior students even used sausages as swords to duel each other on the dining table. The whole restaurant was filled with laughter.

This scene made Mike feel a little emotional.

Nowadays, the whole wizarding world is terrified by the return of Voldemort, but Hogwarts has protected these students firmly inside like a protective spell, so that their lives are not disturbed.

It would be a pity if such a place was destroyed.

Mike thought so.

...

After lunch break, Mike finally ushered in his first class of the new semester - Potions.

The teaching location of this course is still the basement near Slytherin College. When Mike and Franklin came to the corridor in front of the basement together, they found that there were already more than a dozen people gathered here, talking and laughing.

The arrival of Mike and Franklin quickly attracted their attention. Several Ravenclaw students came up and greeted Mike excitedly.

After greeting them, Mike looked back at the crowd and found the three saviors in a corner outside.

Harry looked much better than yesterday, at least he had a smile on his face now, while Hermione was constantly flipping through his potion textbook, mumbling something while reading, and occasionally closing the book, looking up, closing her eyes and mumbling to herself, seemingly reciting the text.

As for Ron, he still looked heartless, and at the moment he was excitedly chatting with a short-haired black boy next to him. Mike guessed that the topic between them must be Quidditch.

"Hey, Harry."

Mike smiled and stepped forward to say hello. The latter was stunned at first, and then a brighter smile bloomed on his face.

"Mike! You also chose the Advanced Potions Class? Oh! See what nonsense I am saying, you will definitely choose it."

"I also guessed that you would definitely choose Potions after the admission standards for the Advanced Potions Class were lowered." Mike said with a smile, "I also guessed that you definitely didn't prepare the textbooks."

"Well, that's true. Although you reminded me during the summer vacation, I still didn't think that I could continue to take the Potions class, so... But don't worry, Professor McGonagall said I can borrow it from Professor Slughorn temporarily."

"I think you may not need to borrow from him." Mike said, taking out a wrinkled book cover of "Advanced Potion Making" and a brand new scale from his pocket and handed it over, "This is a second-hand book I picked up a few years ago. I think you can use it."

"Thank...thank you."

Harry took the book, but the smile on his face was a little stiff.

Looking at the torn pages that were almost falling apart (they were not so torn originally, but became like this after being flipped through by the Freemasons), Mike quickly reacted, knowing that Harry had misunderstood, and quickly explained:

"Oh, sorry Harry. I hope you don't misunderstand. I gave you the old book because it has a lot of previous notes of a senior, and I think they should be able to help you. There is no other meaning at all. Uh, or you can use it for a while, and then write to Flourish and Blotts to order a new book."

The expression on Harry's face suddenly relaxed, and he said with some guilt and embarrassment:

"Sorry Mike, you know, that's not what I meant."

"It doesn't matter."

Mike and Harry smiled at each other, and at this time Ron also came over, his expression was a little lost, because he didn't have a textbook either, but it was obvious that Mike didn't prepare one for him.

After a long time, he took a deep breath and asked:

"Mike, you mean you have already got the book? But... why? I mean, hasn't this year's potions class started yet? You don't have to..."

Before he finished speaking, Hermione, who was reciting the text beside him, burst out laughing. She glanced at Ron with a slug-like look and said disdainfully:

"This is why you can't get an excellent in potions, because you never try to preview the content you haven't learned yet."

Ron's face turned red when he heard him, but he didn't dare to get angry here. He could only wait for Hermione with his big round bell-like eyes. Hermione was also staring at him. The two of them didn't blink, as if whoever blinked first would lose. Harry, who was standing aside, also looked a little embarrassed, because he was the same as Ron.

At this time, someone shouted that class was about to start. Hermione and Ron probably ended the staring challenge. They rubbed their dry eyes and followed the crowd into the underground classroom.

As soon as he entered the basement, Mike saw a round belly. He looked closely and found that it was Slughorn. He was standing at the door of the classroom enthusiastically, welcoming every student who came to class.

He seemed very happy to see the students returning the greetings one by one.

Especially when Mike and Harry greeted him, his two walrus beards were shaking constantly.

The potion classroom at this time had changed a lot compared to before. It should have been dark and gloomy. Snape was like a photophobic bat and forbade students to light open flames in the classroom. Even if they really needed to light up, they had to use extremely low temperature magic flames. The light emitted by those light green flames was cold. Combined with the glass jar specimens placed on the surrounding shelves, the potion classroom was turned into a medieval cemetery laboratory of a terrifying necromancer.

But now it was different. Slughorn's taste was obviously different from Snape's. He not only removed the shelves, but also placed many magic lamps emitting warm yellow light around the classroom, making the whole classroom warm. And at this time, the potion classroom was still filled with a lot of steam. If it weren't for the various strange smells in the air, Mike would definitely think of it as a large bathroom.

He looked closely and found that there were several crucibles bubbling in the classroom. The strange smell and steam in the classroom came from them.

At this time, there were already several Slytherins sitting in the classroom. It was obvious that they had taken advantage of the geographical advantage to get here first.

Unlike ordinary courses in the past, the NEWT potion class was taught by the four major colleges together, because potion learning was too difficult and required too many gold galleons. Not to mention the past Snape period, even if Slughorn took the initiative to lower the admission standards for the NEWT potion course, not many people were willing to come to class.

Mike, Franklin and others quickly walked into the classroom. They passed a cauldron, but when they passed a golden cauldron near the Gryffindor table, everyone stopped.

Because the smell in the crucible was so good, Mike even smelled the smell of an unlit Cuban cigar in it, which made him, who had quit smoking for a long time, couldn't help but take two puffs.

The expressions of the others were similar, all of them were intoxicated, and Harry and Ron even closed their eyes and tilted their heads to take a puff.

This made Mike alert immediately. After all, these people were not addicted to smoking, and there was no reason for them to be addicted to the smell of cigars.

He then looked at the golden crucible, and when he saw the spiraling white steam above the crucible, Mike showed an expression of sudden enlightenment. What

was cooked in this crucible was a love potion!

Mike swallowed his saliva, and finally took a deep breath of the intoxicating aroma, and then he forced Franklin, who was still unwilling to leave, to come to the Ravenclaw table.

"Hey! Mike, what are you doing? I want to smell it for a while longer."

Franklin complained dissatisfiedly, but Mike's eyes turned and he asked with a strange smile:

"Really? What did you smell just now?"

"What kind of question are you asking? Isn't that the question about Potterby's magic hair softener?"

Mike said in confusion:

"Why do you smell the smell of hair softener? And how do you remember that smell when you don't even need hair softener?"

"It's because of Klin..."

Franklin stopped talking halfway, but Mike still understood what he meant. He looked at Franklin with a teasing look on his face, and the latter's dark face was rarely flushed.

At this time, everyone else also sat down. Harry and Ron sat directly beside the golden crucible, while the others could only reluctantly return to their seats in their respective colleges.

Seeing that everyone was in their seats, Professor Slughorn also smiled and returned to the podium.

"Okay, okay," Slughorn said to everyone through the steam, "Dear students, please take out your scales, medicine bags and your "Advanced Potion Making"... Oh! By the way, Harry, Professor McGonagall told me before that you didn't seem to have a textbook. Don't worry, kid, don't worry at all. You can use the ingredients in the storage cabinet today, and the scales and old books can be lent to you."

"Um, thank you for your kindness." Harry hesitantly said, "But I already have a textbook. It was lent to me by Mike. But Ron doesn't have it yet, can you lend it to him?"

"Is that so?" Slughorn's expression was a little lost. He glanced at Ron with his eyes slanted, and then said in a flat tone, "Okay, Romy, go get it, the locker is over there."