Hogwarts on the Tip of the Tongue

　　 Hogwarts Text on the Bite of the Tongue Volume 838 Chapter Hogwarts Enchanters Hogwarts second grade Class A The first two classes in the morning are potions.

Taking into account the time delay in the division of classes, this means that after Elena and the others hurriedly returned to the common room to get the teaching materials, scales, and medicine kits, they had to keep moving towards the demons located on the basement level of the castle. Go to the medicine classroom.

　　 And at this moment, Elena suddenly understood some of Dumbledore's calculations hidden in the "sudden attack."

Since both Luna and Hannah were not in Class A, Elena had to move all the textbooks and teaching aids to the female dormitory of Gryffindor College where Hermione Granger is located-unless she Able to overcome the intricate maze environment of Hogwarts Castle, or be willing to ask other students as a road idiot.

Although many little wizards have heard the rumors that Elena is Lu Chi, as long as Elena does not admit it in person for a day and try to ensure that no more witnesses appear, then this can only be Just a rumor.

　　 Of course, today she can still follow Hannah back to the dormitory first, and then wait at the door for Hermione to pick her up for class.

　　 "You don't seem to be upset?"

　　 Hermione glanced at Elena with some curiosity, as they were on their way to the potions classroom.

　　 "Professor Dumbledore's results were different from what you expected? After all, when you were in the dormitory last night, you vowed to announce the results in advance, but obviously Dumbledore should have made a lot of changes temporarily."

　　 "Of course, this face slap is quite uncomfortable."

Elena spread her hands helplessly, and walked forward quickly while tickling her teeth. "After all, Professor Dumbledore is the principal of Hogwarts. He will definitely consider a lot when making a decision. On the one hand-since everything has become a settlement, I might as well think about how to fight back afterwards."

　　 "Fight back?" Hermione asked worriedly, "Elena, that's Professor Dumbledore..."

"The greatest white wizard in the world today, I certainly know how powerful the professor is, but besides he can keep an eye on me, he can't control all the students in every detail. Luna's. Freshmen, three new courses, teaching adjustments for seniors, research on alchemy books..."

　　 Elena counted her fingers carefully for a while, her eyes gleaming sly.

"Oh, yes, and things outside the school. In this world, there is no reason for a thousand days to guard against thieves, and even if he temporarily disrupted the sorting situation, at best, it would delay my plan. The big deal."

　　 Hermione nodded suddenly and said, "So, what are you going to do next?"

　　 "First of all, I should find a way to persuade you to change your camp, and don't continue to help those two old guys follow me--"

　　 "Huh? I didn't, I'm not..." Hermione blinked her eyes flusteredly, her tongue suddenly knotted.

　　 "You have almost written the answer on the link, I am neither blind nor foolish."

Elena glanced at the stupid "Calculator" beside her, and sighed rather tiredly, "Granger, you are really not suitable for being an undercover agent. Your blunt way of talking is probably at best. Just lie to Hannah."

　　 There is no doubt that after more than a year of intrigue, Dumbledore finally found the Achilles heel of the Caslana family.

This kind of despicable behavior of launching wings to fight the dumplings, if it is said that Grindelwald and Dumbledore did not work together to plan Elena, they could break Hogwarts Castle into pieces and eat them all—though I don’t know that. What kind of price and terms did the two old guys offer, but from the current results, she is now surrounded by little ghosts.

　　Draco Malfoy, the only one who doesn't look so nasty, is probably also plotting against her.

　　 As for drawing Hermione to help her lie together, the two of them joined forces to fool the centenary monster Dumbledore?

　　Perhaps Dumbledore doesn’t always use the idea of ​​panic, but as a senior educator who has lived at Hogwarts for almost his entire life, Dumbledore can easily tell whether a person is lying even without using magic to extract memories.

　　 "Don't worry, I don't want to do anything for the time being."

Elena rubbed Hermione’s face, and smiled casually and explained, “If you say the next plan, then first find a way to get the first place in all classes and then calm down to learn and research magic knowledge, so as to enrich it. itself."

　　 Hermione shook her head and broke free of Elena's claws, and couldn't help but give her a blank look.

　　 "Hum, it's easy to think about. It's not certain whether you can be the first this semester. I won't lose this time!"

　　 The corners of Elena's mouth bend slightly and she shook her finger meaningfully.

"That's not necessarily before defeating me. You may have to think about how to beat Draco-he has spent a lot of time studying this summer. If you are a little slack, you may not even be able to win. Up."

　　Gidro Lockhart edited a short piece of basic magic knowledge and loaded it into Draco's memory in the form of initiation.

　　 Except that Lockhart and Malfoy knew about it, even Dumbledore was temporarily kept in the dark.

Regarding the practical application of memory magic teaching, Elena and Grindelwald hold the same view... If the risk factor is low, then try to say first, as to whether it is legal and compliant, it is after success. The problem.

　　……

After a few minutes.

　　 Hermione and Elena came to the corridor outside the potions classroom.

Except for them, the other students in Class A of the second grade have already arrived early. Elena and the two looked at each other, temporarily stopped their innocuous bickering, carefully pushed open the concealed door, and walked in. Inside the classroom.

　　Unlike usual, the underground classrooms are already filled with steam, full of strange smells.

　　 "Oh, kids, come in quickly—"

Standing at the edge of the podium was not the "Severus Snape" shown on the class schedule, but a bald and fat old wizard with a walrus beard and a big belly. Hermione remembered his name— Horace Slughorn, an old professor who once taught at Hogwarts, just returned to campus this year at the invitation of Professor Dumbledore.

　　 Slughorn turned his head to look at the door, smiling and greeted the two girls who were a little late.

　　 "Severus is temporarily unable to come over today, so I will help him with a lesson..."

There are twenty crucibles between the wooden tables in the classroom, knives and jars of ingredients are placed on the table, even if the class is re-divided, the seats directly in front of the podium are still vacant-that is Hermione and Elena Exclusive location.

　　 Watching Elena and Hermione sit down in front of him, the smile on Slughorn's face became brighter again.

Although he didn’t know much about the brand-new Hogwarts, Slughorn had heard of the school’s talented little wizards. Throughout the history of Hogwarts, such outstanding Little wizards are rare.

　　 "Okay, okay, okay," Slughorn said, his walrus beard trembling on his smiling mouth.

　　 "Dear students, please take out the medicine bag, the balance, and don't forget to take out your respective "Magic Potion and Potion". Professor Snape told me that you just finished the first half of the book last year—"

　　 "Professor?" Elena suddenly raised her hand and said.

　　 "What's wrong, Miss Kaslana?"

　　 "Before this class, can we not have to recite the "Potion Classroom Safety Management System" and "Self Mutual Inspection Management Regulations" as a whole class? After all, a holiday has passed, I think these may still be necessary...

　　 "Huh? Uh—what, management system, self-check what—"

　　 Slughorn was taken aback for a moment, then looked down at the parchment he hadn’t taken seriously.

I saw that Severus Snape gave him the "onboarding instructions", the first of which was [the class recite "Safety Management System" and "Management Regulations"], and at the end it was attached A complete content.

"Ah, yes, Professor Snape mentioned this... In that case, children, please read it first. After a long summer vacation, these things can really prevent your little heads from becoming confused... …"

　　 Horace Slughorn scanned the two documents roughly, and nodded slightly in admiration.

In the ten years since he left Hogwarts, Severus Snape, the successor of potions professor, seems to have really spent a lot of thought on teaching. It is no wonder that Albus Dumbledore valued one so much. The young professor, with Horace Slughorn’s decades of experience in teaching potions, he can naturally see the possible role of these two regulations in the classroom.

　　 With the students reciting the regulations proficiently, Slughorn's feelings became more obvious.

For the first time in so many years, he felt the atmosphere he had longed for in the potions class for the first time-methodical, like a rigorous and restrained potion formula, instead of the previous kind of looking for diamonds in the mist. confusion.

"Very good, very good," Slughorn stood at the front of the classroom, pushing his already bulging chest forward again, and the buttons on his waistcoat looked like he was about to collapse—even though he was already there. He made up his mind to face up to the young successor, but that didn't mean he admitted that those traditional advantages would be surpassed, and the potion would still fall on the results.

"As the beginning of today's course, I specially prepared several medicines to broaden everyone's horizons. Of course, most of them are just paving the way for interest. Some of you may be exposed this year, while some may have to wait until the advanced class. Okay. Now let me take a look at your preview and basic knowledge... Who can tell me the names of these medicines?"

　　 Slughorn pointed to the crucibles placed on the side of the lecture table. Some of them were already filled and some were still tumbling.

　　 Hermione got up slightly from the seat. She saw a pot of potion that was as clear as water, but compared to the flame below, the potion did not tumble violently, but was as silent as stagnant water.

　　 Without hesitation, Hermione immediately raised her arm high.

　　 It's just that Slughorn didn't point her, but pointed behind her.

　　 "Living Hell Decoction, this is a very potent sleeping pill that can be prepared by adding narcissus root powder and wormwood together."

　　 A somewhat familiar voice came from behind Hermione.

　　 Hermione turned around in surprise, and Harry Potter stood up and replied affirmatively.

　　 "Very correct, very good, very good!" Slughorn nodded happily, "Good job, Potter, your mother was very good when she was in school, so now..."

　　 He pointed to the reagent bottle on the other side, which was filled with potions, with a bright and dazzling green color.

Hermione’s hand was raised quickly again, but unfortunately, Slughorn still didn’t click her this time, because the potions professor’s gaze hadn’t had time to get from Harry Potter’s. Move away.

　　 "Slimming potion, professor. This is what we will learn in the third grade. You are in the most perfect form."

This time, it was not Harry who answered Slughorn, but Draco Malfoy sitting next to him. The boy's pale face showed a confident look, and he owed him politely, just right. Added a sentence.

　　 "Such a shrinking potion can accurately control the effect of the potion. In today's magic world, it may only be an experienced potion master like you who can make such a quality potion..."

　　 "Oh boy, I don't dare to be that. There are many potions masters of my level."

　　 Horace Slughorn waved his hand quickly and said modestly.

However, judging from the smile on the face of the old wizard, it was obvious that Draco Malfoy's words were quite useful, and what made Slughorn even more excited was that the potential wizards in this class were obviously more than he had previously imagined. Much~www.ltnovel.com~ great, great—then I will add an additional question. Well, this was originally an eye-opener medicine for the sixth graders tomorrow. Look at what this is. Of course, because the cooking has not been completed yet, so you guys—"

　　 God Slughorn mysteriously pointed to a small black crucible beside his podium.

The potion in the cauldron is splashing quickly, but it may not have been successfully boiled, so the color will suddenly change several times from time to time. Hermione sitting in the front row even saw the remains of the potion that disappeared flashing on the surface. Passed away.

　　 The mysterious potion that has not been brewed yet?

　　 And it is still a rare potion that can open the eyes of sixth graders?

　　How can this be guessed?

　　The little wizards in the classroom looked at each other, and shook their heads in confusion.

Hermione, Harry, and Draco tried to get a few potions, but none of them guessed correctly. After a glance at the little wizards who were finally confused and curious, Horace Slughorn was slightly relieved. Tone.

　　 If anyone can guess even this kind of potion that has not yet been boiled, then he is really...

　　 "This should be... a lucky potion? The legendary lucky potion?"

　　 Just when Horace Slughorn was about to reveal the answer, a lovely voice suddenly came from his ear.

　　 I saw the silver-haired little witch who had been quietly like an ordinary student since entering the underground classroom, except for reminding everyone to read the rules, with her right hand gently supporting her cheek, and she whispered somewhat curiously.

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