Chapter 395: Potion Lesson (Part 1)

"Draco, why don't I always see you except for meals and classes? You only show up every time you are in class." Pansy stopped at the door of the classroom and was about to step into teacher Malfoy, whispering Complained.
She has been waiting here for a long time just to wait for him.
"I might have been in the library before. You didn't see it." Malfoy yawned, his light gray eyes narrowed slightly, showing a look of distress.
"Liar, I just came back from the library just now." Pan Xi said angrily.
"Well, that's a secret." It was still perfunctory for no reason.
"What did you do at night? You always feel sleepy?" Pansy felt keen.
"Don't say this without evidence, or Slytherin will deduct points."
"Also, it's time for class." Malfoy diverged.
Pansy stomped gently, ready to ask again in class, and followed him ready to go down the stairs.
Then, just as they were about to enter the stone gate, Malfoy felt that his robe was being dragged by something.
"Ok?"
He turned his head and glanced.
It was a cat, tearing the tail of his robe with its sharp claws.
The whole body is covered with hair, and the flat face often seems to be angry, of course, it may be really angry.
"Crook Hill! Why are you here, come back!" Hermione's surprised voice came from behind. .
"I'm sorry, I'm in trouble." She quickly walked to Malfoy and bent down, while holding up her pet cat, touching her fur with her hand, while apologizing sincerely. .
But when she looked up, after seeing the face of the person, her expression became a little embarrassed and speechless, like she was stuck in the neck.
Then he walked into the classroom with his head buried and holding her pet.
What was still talking in his mouth, as if counting Crookshanks.
"I knew it would cause trouble."
"Why don't you stay in the dormitory today? As a punishment, I didn't eat dried fish today and just lost weight." Hermione reprimanded her pet.
Crookshank scratched his body with his paws, indifferent to the master's reprimand.
If you ask Hermione to put it back, you might be late and you can only bring it into the classroom
Looking at the girl's swift back, Malfoy frowned.
"Really uncultivated pet." Pansy grunted. "The host is estimated to be the same."
Malfoy shrugged, undecided.
But there are some abnormalities
Where does the anomaly appear? Malfoy was puzzled.
The door of the underground classroom is about to close.
"It's too late to leave again," he said suddenly.
So the two mermaids penetrated into the classroom.
Before the Slughorn people showed up, the big belly had already come out first. His walrus beard shuddered on his smiling mouth and looked at each student with a smile.
Unlike usual, the underground classrooms are already filled with steam, filled with all kinds of weird smells and rich in fragrance
A large crucible was held up, and the liquid was gurgling with bubbles.
"This is the first lesson I have with you. As a student in the advanced class, I know you have done well."
"But let me introduce myself first."
"Me and Dumbledore have known each other for a long time, and I talked to him and laughed a long time ago." The person with high status was first displayed to show his status.
"Many years ago, I worked with him. At the time, I was still in this position. He was a teacher of metamorphosis."
"Hmm..." He looked at his bulging stomach and patted it.
"At that time, this belly should not be that big." He looked down at his blessed belly with a skeptical look.
A burst of joyous laughter came from the podium.
A happy smile appeared on Slughorn's face, seeming to be satisfied with his humor.
"We were colleagues at the time, he was a teacher of Transfiguration, and not long after he became the principal."
"Of course, I actually think he should be a minister of magic."
"But he did not dare to be interested in power. It made people crazy and lost. He said that the best way is to not touch it."
"Not long ago, just before he died, he found me and invited me to be a professor of potions."
"I was a little hesitant at the time, but he invited again and again, and out of respect for him, there were some reasons for his back."
"I miss him too, but people still have to look forward, are you right?"
"Okay, after chatting for a long time, we can get to the topic.
Slughorn said. Looking through the hot steam, his big figure appeared flickering. "Dear students, please take out the balance, medicine pack, and, don't forget to take out your "Advanced Potion Making" textbook..."
Professor McGonagall's reminder took effect at this time.
Harry and Ron now have no textbooks and balances.
"Okay," Slughorn said as he returned to the front of the classroom. He pushed his chest that had been very bulging forward again, and the buttons on the vest would burst out.
"I have prepared several potions to open your eyes, of course, just out of interest. You should be able to make such a thing when you complete the course of the improvement class. Although you have not done it yourself, you must listen I said. Can anyone tell me what this is?"
He pointed to the crucible closest to the Slytherin table.
Hermione's well-trained hand came up first. Slughorn pointed at her.
"It's true vomiting, a colorless, odorless potion that forces people who drink it to tell the truth." Hermione said.
She recalled the days when she was crying with her and the days when she was boiling medicine in the bathroom.
Sirius used her potions to gain her trust, and then a series of serial events took place, making the truth seem confusing.
Slughorn was a little stunned, and then reacted quickly, he didn't expect someone to answer so soon
"Very good~EbookFREE.me~ Very good!" Slughorn said happily.
"What's your name, Miss." He said with a smile.
"Hermione Granger."
"Now," he pointed to the crucible closest to Ravenclaw's table, and continued, "This kind of comparison is well-known... It has also been highlighted in several pamphlets issued recently... Who can--? "
Hermione raised her hand again.
"Miss Granger, you have to leave some opportunities to others, right?"
Hermione lowered her hands when she heard the words.
"I look at the roster, this time randomly selected one, by the way to get acquainted with the students." He grumbled.
"Draco Malfoy? Very average grades, average with O standard, excellent student! You can point out the name of this pot of potion in front of me."