Chapter 1085 (1/2)

In fact, Harry, Ron, Hermione and van Lin spent the whole break trying to figure out what Dumbledore was going to teach Harry and why he had to bring Vaseline.

Ron thinks the most likely are the big curse that death eaters don't know about.

Hermione said such things were illegal, and she thought Dumbledore was more likely to want to teach Harry advanced defense magic.

However, according to Dumbledore's attitude towards magic, it is difficult to say whether Dumbledore really cares about the difference between magic and magic.

On the whole, it's even useful magic.

In fact, this is also in line with van Lin's consistent position on magic, or does Dumbledore's teaching adopt different teaching methods?

After the break, Hermione went to the arithmetic divination, and Fanlin went on to study the puzzle given by Fred.

For example, the enhancement of the iron mantra?

Considering the portability and adaptability, it's hard to find materials that can bear powerful magic charms. Can't witches wear a pair of heavy armor wherever they go?

Think about it, this is absolutely not advisable in this period of time, whether in wizard society or Muggle society, in addition to those role-playing players, only madmen would do so.

And then there is the prevention of awada's deadly curse. Obviously, when a wizard is not enough to resist with his own magic, relying on the power of life is a good choice, but the bad thing is, we can't let everyone have a phoenix around.

As for Harry and Ron, they returned to the common room and reluctantly began to do snapliu's homework.

As a result, the assignments were so complicated that they didn't finish until Hermione rejoined them during the lunch break (though her arrival significantly accelerated the assignments).

They just finished two potions classes in the afternoon when the bell rang, and van Lin was reluctant to look up from a large number of strange equipment. Potion class itself was not his choice, but Professor McGonagall apparently helped him decide what he needed. So they took the familiar path to the underground classroom, which had belonged to Snape for such a long time, but now it has been replaced by its own owner.

When they got to the corridor, they found that only 13 people had entered the n.e.w.t. level.

People like Clara and Goyle apparently didn't get enough o.w.l.s. grades, but four Slytherin students passed, including Malfoy.

There are four Ravenclaw students, two hutchpac students, Ernie McMillan and Susan born.

It's worth mentioning that both of them are members of D.A. as for Susan, it's a little transparent, while Ernie is a little impressive.

Of course, it's not a good way to become. Erni is OK, but sometimes it is too ostentatious.

”Hey, guys,” Ernie swaggered, holding out his hand as several of them approached. ”I didn't get a chance to talk to you in defense against the dark arts class this morning. Good class, I think, of course, for our D.A For the recidivists, the iron mantra is too old How are you, Ron? ”

”Er...” Obviously, Ernie made Ron embarrassed. None of these people seemed to be embarrassed by the course of the curse. Ernie asked Ron, which made Ron feel a little Something's wrong.

”How are you...” Ron opened his mouth awkwardly. Fortunately, before Ron could figure out what to say next, the door of the underground classroom opened and srahorn's stomach popped out first.

As they walked into the classroom one by one, he hailed Harry and Sabini with great enthusiasm, and his walrus beard curved in an arc over his smiling mouth.

What is unusual is that the underground classroom is already full of all kinds of steam and strange smell.

Van Lin sniffed with interest as he passed through the blistering cauldron. He was still convinced of srahorn's level of potions. Naturally, he had certain expectations about what potions srahorn would bring out, at least not making himself more boring.

Four Slytherin students shared a table, and so did the four Ravenclaw students.

A few people in Fanlin used one, and Ernie and Susan joined in. They sat down at the table nearest to a golden crucible, which was emitting one of the most attractive smells Fanlin had ever heard: somehow it reminded him of the sweetness of syrupy fruit pies, cream cakes, and something about Hermione Well, fragrance?

He found himself breathing slowly and deeply, and the smell of the potion was filling him like a drink. A great sense of satisfaction gradually spread.

Van Lin smiles at Hermione, hoping the girl can respond, but I'm sorry, he doesn't have any smell, or in Hermione's senses, there's no place for him in smell

”Now, now, now,” thrahorn's fat outline swayed slightly in a lot of shiny steam. ”Take out the scales, everyone, and the potion kit. Don't forget your” advanced potion preparation ””Professor?” Harry raised his hand.

”Harry, good boy?”

”I don't have a book, I don't have a scale or anything - Ron and van Lin don't - we don't know if we can get into it.”

”ah, yes, Professor McGonagall did mention Don't worry, my dear child. Don't worry at all. You can use the ingredients in the cabinet today. I'm sure we can lend you some scales. We have a few old books here. Before you write to Lizheng bookstore, use them first... ”

Slughorn strode to a cupboard in the corner, rummaged for a moment, found three battered copies of superior potion preparation by lebesus borich, and gave them to Harry and Ron with two sets of tarnished scales.

Fortunately, due to the need of alchemy, Fanlin was well prepared for the equipment. At least you don't have to use the scales that get worse.

”So Now, ”srahorn went back to the front of the classroom, straightening out his already bulging chest, and the buttons on his waistcoat looked in danger of flying out. ”I've prepared some potions for you, just out of interest, you know. You should be able to do this after you have completed the n.e.w.t. course. You should have heard of them, even if you can't do it now. Who can tell me what this is? ”

He pointed to the crucible nearest Slytherin's table. Van Lin sat up slightly from his seat and saw that the liquid inside was like pure water boiling.

Hermione skillfully grabs ahead of the others and raises her hand; srahorn points to her.

”It's a real vomit, a colorless, tasteless potion that can force people who drink it to tell the truth,” Hermione said.

”Very good, very good!” Said slahorn happily. ”Now,” he continued, pointing to the crucible nearest to Ravenclaw's table, ”this is very famous It was also mentioned in the Ministry's brochure recently Who can -- ”

Hermione's hand was raised first. ”It's a compound decoction, Professor,” she said.

Harry also recognized what was slowly bubbling in the second crucible, which looked like mud, but he was not surprised that Hermione had won points by answering the question correctly; she had made it as early as second grade.

”Wonderful, wonderful! Now, here's this Yes, dear? ” Hermione's hand was raised again, and slahorn looked confused. ”It's an amoxicillin!”