From Azkaban To Hogwarts

"yawn…"

“…”

On the first day of the new semester, the corridors were filled with sleepy students, and yawns spread among the crowd as if they were contagious.

The bright spring weather in April, combined with the disengagement that still lingers on students after the holidays, combined, even in Professor McGonagall's class, there will be children dozing off.

Hermione is one of them. She is walking at the front with an expressionless face at the moment. She looks like she is angry with someone. As she passes by, the students around her even speak a little softer and even look sleepy. All swept away.

Harry and Ron even had to jog occasionally to catch up with their friends, but even so, the two of them still found time to whisper.

"It's not like she...she just accidentally fell asleep in class..."

Ron bit his ears as he trotted. The sunshine today was so good that many students lay on the table unconsciously. He even stabbed the beetles that needed to transform with a wand and didn't think it was a big deal. of.

"Her timetable," Harry didn't think it was a big deal, but he thought it was better to keep his voice low now, "Don't forget, Ron, her timetable is so scary that he can't even understand it..."

"It makes sense," Ron nodded. "Her class schedule is as scary as Percy's original class schedule... To be honest, Percy was also nervous at the time. Is this some kind of contagious curse?"

"Contagious curses are vicious curses, and dead people are normal, as the professor said." Harry said subconsciously.

"Well, it's Professor again..." Ron shrugged, "Percy too, and Fred and George too - Mum has been lamenting at Easter that they can actually be at the front of the fifth grade. This It’s a miracle!”

"By the way," Ron seemed to remember something, "Mom asked me to bring you bacon and a sweater. I forgot about it yesterday!"

He and Harry met yesterday on the train back to school, but because many people gathered together to play cards (after all, except for the fifth graders, there was very little homework, and there was no need to be there during the Easter holiday like the beginning of school). (Catch up on summer homework at the beginning of school), everyone forgot about it.

"Sirius and I bought a lot of things, and they are still in the box." Harry also thought of the gifts piled up in the box - they were too tired from playing yesterday, and they lay down after they came back, completely forgetting about the gifts and so on. .

"Speaking of which, how was your vacation?"

"It's cool!" Harry said this without hesitation, "We also went to Sirius' old house, but..."

"How long will you two keep inking? The next class is about to begin!"

Hermione's voice came, and she looked at Harry and Ron angrily.

'Obviously there are still more than twenty minutes...'

The two of them thought in unison, but no one dared to refute.

"Sorry...give me a moment!"

When passing by the corridor, a professor's voice sounded at the corner, and the next second, a large bundle of fresh tied herbs floated from the sky - the roots of the herbs were treated very clean, and there was no dirt.

Then, a burly professor came over with a wand. He looked at the three of them happily, and after realizing that they were not his students, he used the wand to control the herbs and continued to move forward.

"It's only April, right?"

"Except for a few that are particularly cherished, the herbs in the greenhouse don't pay much attention to time."

Hermione seemed to be in a better mood, and she began to explain.

"Why are so many herbs transported?"

Ron looked surprised, "What new potions did Snape prepare? That shouldn't be the case. Potions class isn't today."

"Judging from the style, it should be for making healing potions -" Hermione thought for a moment, "And we are not the only ones who need to take Potions class, not to mention that the Potions classroom is still underground. Second floor.”

…

The door to William's office was open and the windows were open, but even so, the grass-like smell emitted by the three huge cauldrons still filled the entire room.

Although boiling three large crucibles of magic potion at the same time is not a huge challenge, it is not something that ordinary wizards can try.

'To be honest, the office is not a good place to brew potions. ’

William looked at his own owl huddled in the corner and hooted in protest from time to time, and shook his head.

Before raising it, it was boiled in the office, so there would be no big problem if it was properly ventilated - if it is properly matched, the residual smell of the potion will not be too weird, and there will even be a nice herbal aroma.

‘Next time I have to bring the crucible directly to the classroom. Today’s potion actually still smells of green grass...it’s just that the amount of it was boiled a little too much. ’

"William!"

Adams's voice sounded, far away.

"Herbal medicine is very stable, just come in and it will be fine."

William responded from a distance - No matter how handy the potion is, he must be prepared for protection when brewing it.

A large bundle of fresh herbs came in through the door, followed by Adams.

“The smell of grass—healing medicine?”

Adams sniffed and looked at the three huge cauldrons.

"If you boil so much, Professor Snape will curse you to death if he sees it, right? It's like you are boiling dragon dung..."

? ? ?

Did I provoke you?

This is the magic potion given to students by Sanguo. How come it turns into boiled dragon dung in your mouth? Is that true?

Besides, dear Duan Duan, why are you boiling dragon dung?

Perhaps William's eyes were too aggressive, so Adams explained directly.

"Some special herbs are useless just adding dragon dung fertilizer. High-end fertilizers need to be reprocessed. What do you mean by that look? We don't boil them in a pot and pile them there for fermentation. The internal temperature will be very high, just like cooking, of course we will use magic to provide some temperature help..."

So how can I make magic potion just like you?

William rolled his eyes angrily - this is considered a difficult skill in making potions, why did it get into Adams' mouth like this?

"Fresh herbs, can you get them?"

"The efficacy of the medicine will be unstable, but theoretically it will be more effective. However, because it is difficult to use, basically everyone prefers the treated medicine."

William checked the herbs and said, "This supply is more than enough."

"With so much medicine for wounds, are you going to let them fight?"

"How is that possible? It's just a lesson in healing. Hagrid got a few trolls. I'm going to let the students practice them and let them feel what they have learned this year."

"Troll, that's really interesting."

The troll cannot do magic damage. Under the supervision of a professor, it can only cause flesh wounds and is very controllable.

"With so many magic potions, how many grades are you going to let them use?"

"Whoever loses gets to drink -" William shrugged, "Those trolls were the ones I had to fight to get through. Professor Lupin's method is really useful."

ps: There will be more in the afternoon... I can’t finish writing this point...