From Azkaban To Hogwarts

"This one, this one, and this one."

In the vice-principal's office, William, who was suddenly called over, was completely dumbfounded as he looked at the books piled one after another by Professor McGonagall on the table.

What a pity, today is the weekend, and he was happily studying potion formulas when he was summoned by a message from Professor McGonagall - and ended up giving him a pile of books?

"This is?"

He looked at the pile of books and was a little confused - on a business trip?

Impossible. He is a professor who teaches fifth grade. He might be messing around during the holidays. How can he be allowed to go on a business trip during the teaching period?

"Both the professors and the students are very trouble-free."

Professor McGonagall whispered something, but William did not hear it clearly because the voice was too low.

"Albus told me that in the next time, you must read all these books and understand them."

Professor McGonagall pushed a stack of books over, "It should be helpful to you - also, Albus asked me to tell you, remember to notify him before the storm comes."

…

No...is it so obvious?

William froze for a moment, and immediately understood that his illegal study of Animagus had been discovered, and the principal was willing to provide some necessary help when he transformed.

'It's really... a reassuring instruction...'

He took the books, said goodbye to Professor McGonagall, and then left the vice-principal's office with a stack of thick books.

He had read a lot of relevant information himself, but it was definitely not as comprehensive as what Professor McGonagall helped pick out. Although this would affect the development progress of the potion he was considering - but who cares about that now?

——

"hiss…"

The two sixth-grade students in the corner who witnessed everything didn't even dare to say hello to the professor - the school had only been in a week, and the authority left by the fifth-grade professors had left very early.

But this does not affect their fear at all.

Eli, who was closest to the office, even had his hands trembling a little, as if he had discovered some great secret.

"Eli," the other Gryffindor's face turned a little pale, and every part of his body was a little uncontrollable. They all had their own thoughts now, "could it be..."

Eli swallowed. He didn't want to discuss this dangerous topic at all. He just wanted to leave secretly.

What does it mean that Professor William got a lot of reference materials from Professor McGonagall?

Any more questions? Professor McGonagall teaches transfiguration, so where do you get so many books on self-defense? In other words, it must be something related to transfiguration!

But why does Professor William have so many transfiguration books? What does one of his self-defense professors need that for?

The only thing I can do is to produce the test paper...

‘After self-defense, is there another form of transformation? ’

Life is already miserable enough. If you add another exam, is there any future left?

"Is it a paper?"

"right…"

"Ruined…"

"Ruined…"

The two of them looked at each other, and there was no trace of hope for the future in each other's eyes. It was as if they were under a curse, and even moving became extremely difficult.

"Hey, what are you two doing?"

The twins passing by glanced at the two sixth-grade brats—they were in seventh grade after all.

Because of what happened last time, their truant candy was stuck there and failed to be sold. The two of them are currently looking for inspiration everywhere to research new magic toys.

"Why are you looking at Professor McGonagall's office? Don't look at you sixth graders. No seventh grader dares to joke with the professor!"

The two began to educate their children - after all, everyone is Gryffindor, and they can't think of anything they can do. So it’s better to nip it in the bud.

"Sixth grade?"

"Yeah, we're in sixth grade!"

The two looked at each other, and the heavy burden suddenly slipped away - what does the fifth grade plus a transfiguration paper have to do with their sixth grade?

Well, what Professor William took was a bit too conservative.

So what are a few books enough for? They also bought a lot of reference books throughout the year, which can be sent to the professor's office. Who can't suffer the fifth grade?

Taking advantage of their happiness, the two quickly shared the good news with the twin brothers.

"hiss…"

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

"Of course, it's such a tall pile. The professor holds it with both hands, and it's up to his chin!"

"This is really madam..."

The twins' blood suddenly ignited. They looked at each other and saw a light called hope in each other's eyes.

"They will definitely learn a lot more!"

The two were unwavering in their determination.

"Of course, learn more. Transfiguration is taught by Professor McGonagall. The higher your score, the more honors you will get!"

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

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"The first step is to select materials. Material selection is the foundation of potion making."

"Many wizards ignore this issue, resulting in problems of one kind or another in the finished potions."

"Even the most standard drugstore ingredients, each serving has subtle differences that are hard to find."

"Longbottom, yes, yes, it's just like that. You distinguish very well - just like Professor Sprout said, you have a talent for herbal medicine that no one else can match. This means that you are selecting raw materials. He has amazing talent."

"Slow down, check carefully, don't care about other people's progress, and don't look at other people's crucibles. Follow your own ideas, understand the herbs and other raw materials, know what kind of growth environment they have, and what kind of properties they have. Then you You’ll know its place in potions.”

Slughorn's voice floated in the office. Among the five people in the tutoring class, Neville was the one who received the most guidance.

Under his full supervision, Neville's crucible not only did not burst, but was actually the best among the finished potions, perfectly achieving the desired effect of the potion formula.

"Yeah, that's it, that's it, good job."

Slughorn looked at Neville's cauldron and nodded with satisfaction - just as he thought, this student who had the talent in herbal medicine that Professor Sprout praised was so talented in potions. Talent is not terribly bad.

He was just too nervous, and his magic level was as low as that of a third- or fourth-grade student.

However, it is not that difficult. Although Potions class requires magic power, it is not that demanding. It requires more care and talent.

The former can be forced to form, but the latter is difficult.

'The problems are not small - Longbottom's character, Potter's foundation...'

'But everyone's talent has shining points. There is no doubt that Longbottom is the highest. He can read the material and can innovate easily...Next is Potter, whose understanding and execution are very good. , just lack of systematic training, and...'

He nodded with satisfaction, "Let's go here today, go back and review the first-grade textbooks, and then choose a potion to review, and brew it and check it during tutoring next Saturday night."