The Shopkeeper of All Worlds in the British Wizarding World

Chapter 494 Potions Class

Ryan led Harry and Ron away from Professor McGonagall as quickly as possible. At this time, Harry and Ron lowered their heads and followed Ryan like mice escaping from the claws of a cat. Until they met Hermione at the corner. Then Ryan told Hermione what happened before. As a result, the two of them were amused by Professor McGonagall's dry humor.

"Ah, what bad luck. I thought I could take a break after writing so many things." Ron said helplessly after leaving Professor McGonagall's sight. He chose the same course as Harry so that he could have a companion in class and find someone to copy his homework later. But now thinking about the content of the Potions class, he suddenly felt that he was a little impulsive when he chose the course in the morning.

However, it can be seen here that Ron's academic level is not low, otherwise he would not be able to sign up for these subjects. Therefore, many fan fictions in the previous life described Ron's level as nothing, which should be just a prejudice.

When they went downstairs to the underground classroom, they met Hagrid in the school hall. Hagrid happily raised one arm to greet them, and then said to Ryan, "Thank you for your help in getting the centaurs to accept my brother, otherwise it would definitely cause trouble for Professor Dumbledore this year."

After saying that, he looked at Harry and Ron: "I felt a little depressed when I didn't see you come to my class this morning, but then I thought that you are all grown up now and have your own goals, so I felt less depressed. Harry, I know that if you want to become an Auror you need to learn a lot of things and spend a lot of time practicing. I completely understand why you don't come to my class. I hope you can finally achieve your goal and become a great Auror." After saying that, Hagrid waved to them again and left.

"I feel a little sorry for him." Looking at Hagrid's back as he strode out the door, Harry felt a little guilty. "As his friend, I should have signed up for his class."

"Don't talk nonsense, Harry." Ron said helplessly, "Now these subjects require us to put in 200% of our energy to barely keep up with the progress, not to mention that you are the Quidditch captain and need to spend a lot of time on training. If you add another course, I guess you won't be able to sleep this year."

"And there will be many people who want to enter the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures after graduation, so there should be many wizards who apply for Hagrid's advanced class, so there won't be an embarrassing situation where no one goes to class." Ryan's explanation made Harry look a lot more relaxed. At this time, they had come to the corridor outside the underground classroom and saw that there were only twelve or thirteen students attending the advanced class. This also means that the maximum number of pharmacists that the whole UK can provide each year is this number. No wonder the potions outside are not cheap at all.

Before they had time to say anything to the others, the door of the classroom opened. Slughorn hadn't even shown up yet, but his big belly was already protruding. Unlike Snape, who always had a stern face, Slughorn smiled and greeted the students to come in, especially when he greeted Harry and Zabini.

After entering the room, Ryan found that the basement was already filled with steam and various strange smells. Ryan smelled a special cold smell with a hint of rust from inside, but strangely, he found that he did not dislike this smell, and even felt a huge sense of satisfaction slowly coming over him.

"All right, all right, all right," said Slughorn. His bulky figure seemed to float through the clouds of steam. "Everyone, please get out your scales, your medicine bags, and don't forget to get out your Advanced Potion-Making textbooks. We're going to class."

As he walked up to the podium he noticed Harry raising his hand and looking at him. "What do you want, Harry?"

"I'm sorry, Professor, but I have no books, no scales, nothing - and neither does Ron - because we didn't expect to have any advanced classes, and we sent out the order this morning, but the stuff hasn't arrived yet -"

"Ah, never mind. You can use the raw materials, scales and old textbooks in the cupboard today, and just return them when your things arrive at the next class." Slughorn strode to a cupboard in the corner, prepared two sets of things needed for today, handed them to Harry and Ron, and then returned to the podium.

"I prepared some potions this morning to open your eyes. I think if you can successfully complete the advanced potion class, you should be able to make things like this. Well, do you know what these are?" After saying that, he pointed to the pot of transparent liquid that looked like boiling water.

As soon as he finished speaking, Hermione raised her hand straight up, and Slughorn pointed at her. Hermione opened her mouth and said, "This is truth serum, professor. It can make people who drink it tell the truth." "Very good, then what about this pot?" Slughorn pointed to a pot of boiling mud, and Ryan immediately recognized that it was the Polyjuice Potion he got in Brazil during his second year. This kind of question naturally did not stump Hermione. After taking a look, she said, "It's Polyjuice Potion, sir."

"Okay, let's take a look at this last pot." After saying that, Slughorn looked at Hermione with a slightly expectant look, and Hermione did not disappoint the professor's expectations.

"It's a love potion," Hermione said with certainty. "You can see the distinctive mother-of-pearl sheen and the spiraling vapor. The most special thing is that each person smells the scent that attracts them the most. For example, I smell freshly cut lawns, new parchment, and -"

At this point, Hermione blushed, pursed her lips and stopped talking. When no one was paying attention, she turned her head and looked at Ryan, then smiled at the same time.

"My dear, could you tell me your name?" Slughorn asked. At his age, he was already used to this kind of young love, so he pretended not to notice Hermione's little action.

"Hermione Granger, sir."

"Granger? Granger? Are you related to Hercule Dagworth-Granger, the founder of the Extraordinary Apothecary Society?" Slughorn subconsciously associated the person with a celebrity.

"No, I guess not, sir. I'm a Muggle-born."

The two Slytherin students started to snicker, but Professor Slughorn, who used to be the head of Slytherin, did not show disdain as Hermione had imagined. Instead, he laughed.

He seemed to have seen what Hermione was thinking, so he said gently: "Relax, I once had a most proud female student who was also a Muggle-born, but unfortunately later -" At this point he found that he had lost his composure, so he glanced at Harry and said: "Because of the perfect answer just now, Miss Granger of Gryffindor deserves 20 points."

Then Slughorn said to the whole class very seriously: "The effect of the love potion varies with the level of the maker. Some very high-level pharmacists can make potions that make people unconditionally obsessed. Of course, the feelings produced by this potion can definitely not be called love. This is probably the most dangerous and powerful potion in this classroom."

After saying that, he closed the lid on the crucible containing the potion, looked at the students who seemed to be somewhat disapproving, and nodded seriously. "You are still too young and too naive. When you have as much life experience as I have, you will not underestimate the power of the devil's infatuation..."

After hearing this, Ryan suddenly thought of this professor who was born noble, had great magic power and was also very rich, but he was single all his life. Was it because he used the love potion by mistake when he was young?
Just as Ryan was letting his mind wander and began to imagine, Slughorn cleared his throat and said, "Now, we should start the class formally."

(End of this chapter)