From Azkaban to Hogwarts.

In their excitement, the two quickly shared the good news with their twin brother.

"hiss…"

Both of them gasped in surprise. "Are you sure? Professor William really left Professor McGonagall's office with a whole bunch of books?"

"Of course, it's a really tall stack. The professor was holding it with both hands, and it reached all the way to his chin!"

"This is truly...madam..."

The twins' passion ignited instantly. They looked at each other and saw a glimmer of hope in each other's eyes.

"They will definitely learn so much!"

The two were absolutely certain.

"Of course! The more you learn, the more honors you'll receive. Professor McGonagall taught you Transfiguration, so the higher your score, the more honors you'll get!"

The two sixth-graders nodded in agreement, and for a moment, the air was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

-

"First comes the selection of ingredients, which is the most basic of all potion-making."

"Many wizards overlook this issue, which leads to various problems with the finished potions."

"Even the most standard ingredients from pharmacies have subtle differences that are not easily noticed in each batch."

“Longbottom, yes, yes, just like that, you’re very good at it—just like Professor Sprout said, you have a talent for herbs that no one else can match, which means you have an amazing talent for selecting ingredients.”

"Slow down, check carefully, don't worry about other people's progress, and don't look at other people's cauldrons. Follow your own ideas, understand the herbs and other raw materials, know what kind of growing environment they have, what kind of properties they have, and then you will know its place in the potion."

Slughorn's voice echoed in the office; of the five students in the tutoring session, Neville received the most guidance.

Under his full supervision, Neville's cauldron not only did not explode, but it was also the best of the finished potion, perfectly achieving the effect that the potion formula should have.

"Yes, that's it, that's it, well done."

Slughorn glanced at Neville's cauldron and nodded in satisfaction—just as he had expected, this student, whose talent in herbs was praised by Professor Sprout, was not terribly lacking in potion-making.

He was just too nervous, and his magic level was as poor as a third or fourth grader.

However, it's not that difficult. Although Potions class requires magical power, it's not that demanding. It requires more attention to detail and talent.

The former can be forced into formation, while the latter is difficult to achieve.

'The problems are all significant—Longbottom's personality, Potter's foundation…'

'But everyone has their strengths. Without a doubt, Longbottom is the best; he can understand the material and innovate easily… Next is Porter, whose comprehension and execution are both excellent, but he lacks systematic training, and…'

He nodded in satisfaction. "That's all for today. Go back and review your first-grade textbooks, then choose a medicine to study. I'll brew it and check it during our tutoring session next Saturday night."

Chapter 523 Amazing Speculation

'how so!'

Huff, huff—Harry was breathing heavily. He didn't know why he had fallen into the Death Eaters' trap. The wizards who had been smiling at him pulled up their hoods and drew their wands menacingly, trying to attack him.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly enough to detect their intentions before they could make a move, and drew his wand to stop them in time.

Then he began his escape, but what he never expected was that, just after he finally escaped his pursuers, an incredibly terrifying magic wand emerged from a secluded corner…

"Except your weapons!"

Harry tried to use his best spell to stop the attack, but was suddenly jolted awake by his own magic.

He exhaled, only to find a figure approaching him in the dim morning light.

'who?'

He immediately reached for his wand and pointed it at the newcomer. Fortunately, before he could utter the spell, he finally remembered that he was in his dormitory and not somewhere else.

The man clearly didn't know Harry was awake. He quietly walked over and nudged Harry, "Harry, wake up, wake up!"

It's Ron—Harry thought to himself.

Then he remembered everything. Last night before going to bed, he had promised Ron that he would go to watch his selection competition.

'Isn't this too early...? Even Wood wasn't this ruthless back then...'

Looking at the sky, which was only faintly brightening, Harry couldn't help but complain—he hadn't slept well last night. The aches and pains from Professor Moody's training were secondary; what truly frightened him were the examples of dark wizards emerging from every corner.

An uninformed wizard might have thought Moody was exaggerating, but it was Harry's repeated training that taught him just how deadly it could be if someone appeared from such a hidden corner.

"I'm awake..."

He whispered to Ron, then quietly climbed down, tiptoed to put on his clothes, and without disturbing the others, picked up a broom and prepared to leave.

"Wait."

Just before leaving, Harry turned back, picked up his schoolbag, put his first-year Potions textbook inside, slung it over his shoulder, and then stood up.

Because of the player selection process, he had a lot of free time today—as a goalkeeper seeker, there wasn't much he could do to choose a goalkeeper; he was basically just a mascot standing there.

Although he never looked down on Neville, Neville's performance in potions class yesterday was really terrible, so he decided to review the lower grades' textbooks today.

-

"There are so many missions..."

William glanced at the pile of Transfiguration textbooks and felt a headache coming on.

He had actually read much of the content in other books, but that only added to the tedium of reading—it was a matter of life and death, and he couldn't afford to be careless. He didn't want to regret missing something when the time came.

According to Blake's earlier statement, they had actually developed a method to help others; Peter Pettigrew was one of those people who were forcibly transformed... Unfortunately, it's impossible to ask about something like this secret technique... It just seems like they're trying to extort money from someone's child and parents...

His understanding of the magical world began with the magical systems passed down from master to apprentice, so he was naturally very clear that some exclusive things would not be shared or asked about—maybe Sirius didn't care, but what if Sirius did care?

Besides, with a little effort in reading the book and Dumbledore's promise, he wasn't worried about any problems with his shapeshifting. Why did he have to ask about other people's secrets and cause unpleasantness for everyone?

"Let's not think about those things anymore. Let's focus on studying and try to finish four books today!"

He silently cheered himself on.

-

"It's already noon, and the professor is still in his office..."

"More than that, I heard that someone went in to ask the professor about a spell they didn't understand, and then they saw a whole table full of Transfiguration textbooks."

hiss…

Even though they were in seventh grade and didn't need to worry about the test papers, the twins still gasped in shock.

Now there are no more doubts. It is obvious that the self-defense professor's hard work on the Transfiguration textbook could not be because he was planning to switch to teaching Transfiguration. After all, the oldest Transfiguration professor, Principal McGonagall, looks like she could keep students in solitary confinement for another thirty or forty years without killing them. This course obviously has no shortage of professors.

So, the only possibility left is the one they deduced.

The twins high-fived each other to celebrate and thank the school for its final year of reforms—which would certainly not have been a good thing if they were still in fifth grade, but now they are graduating and the younger brother is still in fifth grade.

This is double the joy!

"Go make medicine!"

"go!"

The two exchanged a glance and ran straight to their secret base, the Room of Requirement—when the fifth graders faced the sudden increase in test papers, that would be the time for the entire fifth grade to be bathed in their blessings!

-

"I'm still a little nervous, Harry..."

Ron looked at the people training on the field and felt a little guilty.

Especially since the trial goalkeeper performed exceptionally well—this made him nervous and uneasy.

Just yesterday, he was happy that he had passed the preliminary test, but today, his ambition has suddenly grown a little stronger.

Being a student who is considered good at Quidditch by others is obviously not as gratifying as being a formal player. He sincerely hopes that the Gryffindor house team has a very, very good goalkeeper, but he also contradictorily hopes that he is the best player.

"what?"

Harry looked up and put down his textbook—Ron had been watching the game laughing and joking earlier, but now he suddenly looked so nervous.

After leaving in the morning, he helped Ron train for about two hours. After breakfast, considering the physical demands of the assessment, they stopped training and started reviewing some standard ball-catching techniques and routes.

Ron was still full of confidence until the official selection began, which reassured Harry so he started looking at the Potions textbook. Harry gave Ron time to finally adjust his broom and get ready, but it was only a few minutes later.

But he could only console himself—he couldn't very well reveal his teammates' habitual goal-scoring routes and weaknesses, could he? That would be a serious violation, something only official players like Harry would know through Wood's repeated reminders and training sessions.

Fortunately, Ron didn't have much time to worry about, as he was soon called up for a second interview.

First comes the flight, then the diving saves and the tricky goals from the ball chasers—it's simple and practical.

Harry put down his book and read through Ron's test—to be honest, it was nowhere near as good as Wood's…

Ron's performance was extremely inconsistent. He played very well on several dangerous shots, but almost made a fatal mistake on ordinary goals. Even so, Ron did not miss a single ball.

So Harry gave Ron a thumbs-up when Ron came back.

"Thank goodness, thank goodness!"

Ron was a little agitated. He was the best performer among the trial participants in the second round of selections—a player as good as Wood was not easy to come by, which resulted in the goalkeeper selection competition being of rather average quality.

What Harry found unbearable to watch was that, while reading the book and observing the selection process for the other participants, he discovered that their differences were remarkably unique…

This made the Quidditch selection process look rather low-quality—after finally getting to the end, Angelina chose Ron as the goalkeeper.

"He needs to practice more; his performance is too inconsistent. The ball chaser will stay behind today to feed him balls all morning. The rest of you, dismissed..."

While Ron went to register his name and collect some benefits for the official team members, Captain Angelina announced this, and then told the rest of the team to go home for the day.

Harry stayed on the field, watching the ball being fed again and again, but soon his mind started wandering, and he began reading Potions books in the stands—the process of feeding the ball was too tedious, and even this old player couldn't bear to watch it anymore.

-

"Hmm... potions are actually quite interesting..."

After Potions were completely disconnected from Snape, Harry discovered that it wasn't actually that boring.

He doesn't actually seem to have mastered many potions—after he started first grade, he developed a deep-seated hatred for potions textbooks.

Unless it was the time to study before the exam, he never seriously looked at the Potions textbook, because when he saw it, Harry couldn't help but think of Snape's face and the huge number of points he had deducted from Gryffindor.

But putting aside these prejudices, he felt that potions weren't so bad after all—the mistakes he made back then now seemed somewhat ridiculous, though he preferred to believe that they were due to Snape's influence.

"If only Professor William taught Potions, or if Professor Slughorn had come to the school sooner..."