A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 626: Hogsmeade weekend trip

Slughorn clearly made a miscalculation. Felix thought as he handed the mead to a stiff-faced Snape. .

Slughorn should have been impressed by the special background, Severus and Lily's cross-college friendship during the First Wizarding War. It's no wonder that professors are often well-informed, but know The content of the book is only superficial, and rarely touches the deeper conflicts and emotional entanglements among students.

In addition to seeing Harry using old textbooks in class—Harry is not short of money—Eslughorn attaches great importance to Harry, and with a little attention, he can find that the textbook once belonged to Sne general.

"It's for you, Harry, I forgot, you're underage." Felix withdrew his hand.

"Oh, don't be too strict, Felix. It's okay to drink less," said Slughorn with a wink.

He also seemed to find that the relationship between Snape and Harry was not what he thought, so he changed the subject flexibly, and patted Harry on the shoulder, "It seems that I have kept you by my side for too long, you It's time to find your friend, yes, take it, Harry." After finishing speaking, he picked up a goblet from the tray held by a passing house elf, and handed it to Harry indiscriminately. Harry just wanted to leave as soon as possible Right and wrong, he thanked and left quickly. Until I feel the pair of sharp,

The eyes staring at the back of his head were gone, and he breathed a sigh of relief. Professor Slughorn's lively voice loomed behind him.

"...Amelie Bornes, she did a good job, I think back then..."

"Harry?" said a familiar voice.

"Neville, why are you here?" Harry said in surprise, Neville was hiding under a wide golden curtain,

His head is hung with a string of flashing lights, and his face is reflected in colorful colors.

"I, I'm here to rest for a while." Neville said cautiously.

Following his gaze, Harry saw the Greengrass sisters. They were dressed in beautiful emerald green robes, surrounded by a small group of people like stars holding the moon. He asked a little puzzled, "What happened to them?

"They...talked to me." Neville faltered, with a lingering fear on his face.

"Just because of this?"

"Of course there are more than one of them, there are Blaise Chabini, Marcos Belby, and even Malfoy!" Neville said with a look of shock, "They behave very strangely, as if they were different people. Yes." He suddenly raised his head,

Seems frightened by his own words.

Harry understood.

"Do you think they were under the Imperius Curse, or replaced with Polyjuice Potion?" he asked softly.

Neville looked carefully at Harry's face, "You know why, don't you?"

"This is the social etiquette they advocate." Harry said carelessly.

The two looked at each other in silence, Neville looked at Harry's goblet, and asked casually, "Where did you get your juice?"

"Professor Slughorn gave it." Harry said vaguely. A low stool to sit on. Neville stared intently at Harry's stool.

"Need help?" Harry asked.

"Thank you so much," said Neville quickly.

So the two simply hid behind the curtain, sat on a small bench and chatted happily. After a few tries, Harry managed to bring a plate of beef pies from the table with a silent spell.

"Would you like some?" Harry asked, holding up a pie.

"Thank goodness, I'm starving." Neville smiled broadly.

The two gobbled it up, looking at the others in the office. It wasn't until the singing on the ceiling died down that the two came out from the curtain.

"Oh, my God!" Hermione suddenly appeared, almost bumping into them, "Where did you come from?"

She stared at the suspicious grease stains around the corners of their mouths - Neville was still holding an empty plate - and looked over their shoulders at the golden curtain behind Harry and Neville.

"Never mind," said Harry, hiccupping, while calmly stretching out a leg to push the little bench into the curtain, "is the party over?"

"I guess..." Hermione said, turning her head away.

At this time, Professor Slughorn walked to the center and said with a smile on his face: "I hope you have a good time tonight,

I can assure you, this won't be the last time..." The participants left one after another, Felix and Snape went to the corridor and talked in a low voice.

"What's hidden in classroom seven?" Snape asked bluntly.

Felix raised an eyebrow.

"It was suddenly closed this school year, and the makeshift room next door didn't work very well, and I heard complaints from the students," Snape said, "and... that Professor Bagshot also showed interest."

He said a few words, turned and left.

Is this a reminder? Felix thought, as far as he knew, Snape had been keeping a low profile since the beginning of school. It seemed that after Voldemort's downfall, he didn't want to talk to Harry and Dumbledore at all.

The time came to mid-October, and the school finally posted an announcement, confirming the date of the first Hogsmeade weekend.

That morning, Harry woke up early, the sky was dark outside, the wind was howling, he stared at the curtains of the four-poster bed for a long time, but he still couldn't fall asleep, so he simply dug out the book " Advanced potion making"

To pass the time.

Harry has refused to take this embarrassing textbook to Potions class since the end of that very unpleasant little party. He and Ron read a book for two weeks until Ron The little piggy owl brings back new textbooks from Lihen Bookstore.

Since then, he has put the copy of Advanced Potion Making in a shelf—under the bed, to be precise.

It was saved by Hermione's words as she stuffed rune symbols into a ghost book.

"From an objective point of view, this book is actually good, not to mention that there are many notes of Professor Haipu on it.

Harry thought to himself that the book fell into his hands only because he was the only one who could barely make out Snape's sticky and messy notes. Dedicated to sorting out useful notes, and by the time the new school year starts, its value will be greatly reduced.

Harry opened the book from the middle to the back, staring at the spell written in the margin—Shenfeng Wuying, and the simple words "to the enemy" below it. In fact, there are more than that, there are two different fonts under it, and the comments are given in neat small characters.

One of the notes is for the spell itself: Cutting Curse, which is cast quickly and silently; with a little practice, it can cut off people's heads, and it works better on stones and metals. The anti-curse is quick healing, read it three times (approved by the inventor of the spell),

It was this passage that once made Harry flinch.

And under Professor Haipu's comment, there was also Hermione's comment (it can be seen that she was very annoyed at the time), 'Poor speech, do boys at that age have violence in their minds? And I'm pretty sure,

This is an illegal spell...

Harry grinned silently. He could well imagine what Hermione was feeling when he wrote this, but while he wasn't sure why the professor would think of cutting off a human head - which Harry thought was a horrible thought - it didn't matter to him. It was undoubtedly a blatant warning.

Professor Haip also left some weird comments on other handwritten spells. Toenail growth curse (little jinx, good comedy effect);

or not, depending on how much you hate him); earplugs (a must have in the library, plus Hermione's note: got you, professor!); The tongue is glued to the palate to aid in the practice of silent casting).

Harry stared at the description of the sticky spell, and for a moment his thoughts wandered elsewhere. Is this mantra useful for practicing Animagus? Sirius had given them a particularly dodgy suggestion: use the Stunning and Petrifying Charms to prevent unintentional swallowing (or chewing) of Mandrake leaves while sleeping. Harry thought, if you add the Adhesive Charm, you don't have to worry about day and night...

Harry shook his head vigorously, it was definitely a bad idea.

The time to learn Animagus is set after Halloween. Including him, Ron and Hermione, there are a total of more than a dozen students who meet the requirements. They have nearly a month to learn the theory, and then take their first try over Christmas, which minimizes the difficulty of speaking.

In the morning, the students lined up in a long line. Under the envious eyes of the junior wizards, they passed Filch's review and went to Hogsmeade to play.

"Where's Hermione?" Ron asked at the oak door.

"Still fiddling with her rune book, she can't wait to fill it up," said Harry, looking around.

"Well, it looks like it's just the two of us today," said Ron with a sigh, but he perked up quickly. "How about going to Zuko first? Fred and George's shop afterwards , and Literary House, I need to replenish a few quills, and finally go to the Three Broomsticks for a drink"

"In fact—" Harry looked at Ron with some embarrassment.

"Hey, Harry!" Ginny appeared from behind them, and patted Harry on the shoulder happily, "Let's go."

Ron stared and shouted in disbelief: "You want to come with us?"

Ginny raised her beautiful eyebrows, stepped forward to take Harry's arm, and looked at Ron in protest. Harry was so weird that he wanted to withdraw his arm quietly, but Ginny insisted on not letting go,

"I think," she said, looking straight at Ron, "this is the time to be a good brother example.

Ron was dumbfounded.

"Are you still going?" Filch looked at them and growled viciously.

"Let's go!" Ginny turned her head, her hair rose in the air like flames for a moment, and she dragged Harry away. Harry had never felt this way before: the road from school to Hogsmeade was too long, and he didn't feel the joy of a date at all. Although Ginny was next to him, the gruff voice behind him reminded him He, Ron, never went far.

"Where are we going first?" said Ginny cheerfully.

"Uh... How about going to Zuko first?" Harry racked his brains.

"And then?"

"Fred and George's shop, I suppose," said Harry slowly, "we might run into them."

"Great idea! What else?"

"Go to the Literary House to buy some quills, and finally go to the warm Three Broomsticks for a drink. What's the plan?" Ron asked sullenly, suddenly.

"Oh, that sucks," Ginny said dismissively.

They parted at the entrance of Hogsmeade—Ron didn't like it, but Ginny wouldn't let him go.

"Who's going on a date with my sister?" Ron muttered and stomped away.

Harry and Ginny came to Zuko, but the place was boarded up.

"Oh, bad." When they turned and walked towards Weasley's Wizard's Wheezes, Harry suddenly yelled, leading Ginny to a side road.

"What's wrong?" Ginny looked behind her with her head probed.

"It's Professor Slughorn." Harry said nervously, and Ginny chuckled in his ear, which made Harry's heart itch. He completely forgot about Ron and let Ron Well, blowing the cold wind alone on the street is fine for a while

"How about we go to Madame Puddiffe's for a cup of tea?" Harry asked bravely.

It is a recognized dating place for Hogwarts couples.

Ginny looked at him with stars shining in her eyes

"What's the matter?" Harry asked in confusion, his face was a little hot, he didn't know if his little thoughts had been discovered.

Ginny laughed, "Okay." She straightened up and said, smoothing her messy hair.

There were already a lot of people sitting in the teahouse. When they entered, everyone stared at them. Two little girls in the corner raised their mouths, and the girl with a protruding chin and long black hair chattered. What are you talking about with your partner?

"Leave them alone," Ginny said haughtily, dragging Harry inside, but they went around the smoky room, but they couldn't find an empty place. The two junior girls were already about to leave, but at this moment they sat back generously, crossed their arms in unison, and frowned at Ginny.

"That's Romy Davani, she's at the club discussing how to give you a love potion," said Ginny, looking around anxiously, hoping to free up a pair of seats.

"What?" Harry was shocked.

"Oh, don't make a fuss ~IndoMTL.com~ Some ideas are quite interesting." Ginny said casually, and then her eyes lit up, "Let's go there!"

Harry muttered to himself, he thought the situation was already obvious, Ginny was there at the time, but instead of stopping her, she got involved, at least heard a lot of interesting ideas'. This made him very annoyed, and then he thought of a key question, the club? what club?

There is an ominous shadow in Harry's heart, maybe he should find an opportunity to talk to the Creevey brothers about the management of the club. For safety reasons, this matter must be urgent...

They came to a place by the window, where two people just stood up, one of them was an old woman with a delicate face, who was buttoning up her coat elegantly, and then she handed a gift box to Daphne Greengrass .

Harry saw a delicate smile on Daphne's face again, and he was a little allergic to this kind of smile.

“…hand me over to him.”

Daphne nodded, and the two walked out of Mrs. Puddiffe's teahouse, separated on one left and one on the right.

On the other hand, Ron was wandering aimlessly on the streets of Hogsmeade, sucking a licorice wand in his mouth,

My heart is full of complaints. Then, he saw an old church woman in gray tattered clothes pass by. Ron glanced at it and didn't take it seriously, but the clumsy guy following the old woman caught his attention.

"Hey! Don—" Ron exclaimed excitedly, and suddenly a wand was pressed against his lower back.

"One more word and I will kill you."

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