bacchusnovels Chapter 569 Phantom Appearance
Chapter 569 Phantom Appearance
Chapter 565 Phantom Appearance
Hermione doesn't think so.
She believed that Ginny made the drinks look strange in order to hide her plans.
Perhaps—Ginny wants to add something to it?
To confuse that strange taste.
For example, truth serum.
So throughout the preparation process, Hermione kept glancing at Ginny out of the corner of her eye as she tried it.
In case Ginny does something to the drink.
This also resulted in her slow progress in blending brandy and oolong tea, and she failed many times.
Making new drinks is no easier than brewing magic potions.
At least—that's what she thought.
There is no essential difference between the two; they are both about adding other things to something.
If I had to point out a difference, one is a crucible and the other is a cup.
If that's the case, then hot pot and magic potions are not much different.
One is a pot, and the other is also a pot.
However—even after the beverage preparation session ended today, Hermione still hadn't figured out Ginny's methods.
Could it be that her reasoning was wrong?
How could that be?
Malfoy looked at the letter in his hand, thought for a moment, and then opened it.
Dear Draco:
I know the responsibilities you carry, and I understand why you've been reluctant to talk to me about them. However, you must understand that I am your mother, and I cannot stand by and watch you face such danger alone.
You no longer need to struggle with that task—I've paved the way for you. You don't need to know the specifics; just trust me: things are being handled properly.
My only request is that you refrain from any further rash actions. Do not take risks, do not try to prove anything. You are young, and your life is more important than any so-called glory. Please prioritize your own safety and heed my advice; this is not weakness, but wisdom.
No matter what happens, I will stand by you. Remember, you are not alone.
May you be well, your loving mother Narcissa. Malfoy, with mixed feelings, finished reading the letter and placed it under his pillow.
reply?
He did not want.
Are aphrodisiacs really effective?
What are the signs of someone who has been drugged with aphrodisiacs?
Ginny, who was still in fifth grade, did not learn about the effects of love potions from Potions class.
Everything she knew came from word of mouth among older students and from books in the library.
How about we try one first?
But who should we use for the experiment?
this is a problem.
Ron.
Ginny set her sights on her unfortunate brother.
The only person I can usually interact with is Ron.
Ron wasn't as perceptive as Harry, and he wasn't as quick to notice problems.
It is particularly important to note here that—
Ginny has no intention of letting Ron "fall in love" with her.
That's too abstract.
She decided to get another girl who had always been in love with Ron to give him a love potion.
This way—it also helps my brother fulfill his wish to date.
This can be considered killing two birds with one stone.
As for the female candidate, Ginny felt there was no one more suitable than Lavender.
She had developed feelings for Ron ever since the last ball.
Anyone with eyes can see it.
only----
There are two problems standing in the way of this plan.
How can I convince Lavender to do this? Will Lavender's roommate Hermione notice anything amiss?
These are several questions.
As everyone returned to the common lounge, a large poster appeared on the notice board.
What's going on?
Could it be that Umbridge has returned to Hogwarts?
It's no wonder that everyone had this thought; after Umbridge's "special training" last semester, everyone was already somewhat suffering from PTSD.
I breathed a sigh of relief when I got closer.
The Apparition course is open to sixth-grade students. The course, taught by Ministry of Magic-certified Apparition instructors, lasts for twelve weeks.
Those interested in participating, please sign your name below to register.
Classes will begin tonight after dinner.
Tuition Fee: The twelve Galleons were all thrilled to be able to learn Apparition.
The whole afternoon.
The students were excitedly discussing the new course, and everyone dreamed of being able to become invisible and appear at will.
"That's so cool! If only I could—" Seamus snapped his fingers, mimicking a disappearing motion, "My cousin Figo always uses this trick to deliberately provoke me. Once I learn it—he won't have a moment's peace!"
He was immersed in beautiful fantasies about the future.
In his excitement, he swung his wand with too much force, and the spell, which should have transformed into a clear spring, instantly turned into a gushing water dragon.
The water jet shot straight up to the ceiling and then bounced back down.
Professor Flitwick was tackled to the ground on the spot, his face soaked with sweat.
Fortunately, it didn't get on my pants; that was a stroke of luck amidst misfortune.
The last class was Potions.
"Quiet, quiet! Hurry up, we have a lot to do in this class!"
Slughorn clapped his hands and scanned the class.
"Goblind's Third Law—who can explain it? Of course, it's—Miss Granger!"
Hermione recited quickly: "Gobarlot's Third Law states that the total number of ingredients required to make an antidote for a mixture of poisons is greater than or equal to the total number of ingredients required to make an antidote for each poison individually."
"Absolutely correct!" Slughorn smiled with satisfaction. "Gryffindor gets ten points! So, if we accept that Gobarlot's Third Law holds true—"
Aside from Hermione, few in the class truly grasped what the professor was about to say: "—This also means that, assuming we've correctly analyzed the potion's ingredients using Scapin's Revealing Charm, our goal isn't simply to find an individual antidote for each ingredient, but rather to find a substance—through a near-alchemy—that can transform these chaotic components—"
Ron sat down next to Harry with his mouth slightly open.
"—So," Slughorn concluded, "each of you come to me for a small vial of poison, and you must prepare the antidote before get out of class ends. Good luck—and don't forget your protective gloves!"
Hermione was the first to rise from her seat, strode to the podium, poured the poison from the bottle into the cauldron, and lit the flame.
Harry tried to imitate him, uncorking the bottle, pouring the bright pink poison into the cauldron, and lighting it, but he had no idea what to do. He looked at Ron, who was blankly mimicking his every move, blindly copying him.
The world is made up of repeaters.
It's confirmed.
Hermione was enthusiastically waving her wand above the cauldron.
Soon, Hermione's repeating behavior could no longer continue—after several lessons of training, she had mastered the Silent Charm, and without the incantation, they naturally had no idea what Hermione was doing.
At that moment, Ernie was quietly chanting a spell over his crucible: "Reveal your true form!" It sounded quite convincing.
A new candidate for the repeater has emerged.
Harry and Ron exchanged a glance and quickly began to read along.
Hermione has reached the final step.
She was carefully pouring those precisely refined, mysterious ingredients into ten crystal-clear vials, her movements as graceful as if she were creating a work of art.
What should I do?
Harry stared at the line of text, vague memories flashing through his mind.
He seemed to have heard of dung stones—that's right, Snape had mentioned them back in the first Potions class: "The stones that form in a goat's stomach can protect against many poisons."
This is clearly not the "standard solution" to Gobarlot's third law.
If Snape had taught this class, he would never have dared to try it.
But now it's Slughorn, and there's no time to worry about that anymore.
Harry rushed to the storage cabinet, pushed aside the unicorn horn and a huge pile of dried herbs, rummaged through the mess, and frantically pushed bottles and jars all over the place.
finally-
He found a small cardboard box with the word "dung stone" scribbled on it.
"Two minutes left, everyone!" Slughorn shouted a reminder.
Harry opened the box and saw six shriveled, brown objects inside, which looked more like dried-out internal organs than stones.
He quickly grabbed a piece, stuffed the box back in, and hurried back to the crucible.
"Time's up!" Slughorn announced cheerfully. "Let's see what everyone's work has to offer! Blaise—what have you made?"
Slughorn slowly made his way through the classroom, examining the various antidotes.
No one had finished yet, and Hermione was trying to stuff a few more ingredients into her bottle before Slughorn arrived.
Ron had given up completely, only trying to avoid inhaling the putrid stench emanating from his cauldron. Harry stood there waiting, the dung heap clutched in his slightly sweaty hands.
Slughorn finally strolled to their table, smelled Ernie's antidote, and frowned as he walked toward Ron.
He didn't linger in front of Ron's cauldron, quickly retreating, feeling a little nauseous.
"And you, Harry," he said, "what are you going to show me?"
Harry stretched out his hand, and there lay the dung stone in his palm.
Slughorn looked down for a full ten seconds.
Harry was worried he was about to yell, but he just raised his head and burst into laughter.
"You have some guts, child!" He picked up the dung stone and held it high for the whole class to see. "Oh, just like your mother—I can't judge you wrong—dung stones can certainly counteract all these potions!"
"This is the independent spirit that a true potions master needs!"
Malfoy glared at Harry, thoroughly annoyed.
Harry was delighted to see that he was covered in something that looked like cat poop.
But before they could express their indignation at Harry getting first place in the class without doing anything, the bell rang.
"Pack your things!" Slughorn said. "Gryffindor's adventurous spirit deserves ten points!"
He chuckled and swayed back to the podium.
Harry deliberately lagged behind, dawdling as he packed his schoolbag.
Ron and Hermione didn't wish him good luck when they left.
Both of them were fuming.
In the end, only Harry and Slughorn remained in the classroom.
"Hurry up, Harry, the food in the Great Hall will get cold soon," Slughorn said kindly, fastening the gold clasp on his dragon-skin briefcase.
After dinner, when everyone returned to the common room, the Ministry of Magic's instructor wizard was already standing there.
"Everyone, come with me to the courtyard."
In the courtyard, professors and students from other colleges had already gathered.
"My name is Wicky Tecros, and for the next twelve weeks I will be your Apparition instructor to help you prepare for the upcoming Apparition exam."
"Malfoy, be quiet and listen to the lecture!" Professor McGonagall interrupted sharply.
Everyone turned to look at it.
Malfoy, his face flushed with anger, angrily moved away from Crabbe.
They seemed to have been arguing in hushed tones.
Harry glanced at Snape, looking displeased, but he suspected that Snape was more angry because Professor McGonagall had reprimanded his students than because of Malfoy's indiscipline.
"By then, many students will probably already be capable of taking the exam," Tecros continued casually.
"As you may know, Apparition or Teleportation is generally not permitted on Hogwarts premises. However, Headmaster Phillips has made an exception and lifted this magical restriction, providing an hour for everyone to practice in the Great Hall. I must emphasize that Apparition outside the Great Hall is strictly prohibited; any attempt to do so will be considered foolish."
Sean stood in the crowd and waved to everyone.
Generally speaking—
The Apparition course won't be rushed; at least—the tuition must be collected in full.
However, Sean, as a high-ranking official in the Ministry of Magic, clearly had special privileges.
The Ministry of Magic's education officials responded to his call very quickly.
It demonstrated a speed that was unusual for the Ministry of Magic in a very short period of time.
Everyone knows—
The first person in the Ministry of Magic is Fudge, and the second person is Shaun, who replaced Umbridge.
"Now, please stand in your positions and make sure there is at least five feet of space in front of you."
No sooner had he finished speaking than the courtyard descended into chaos.
The students started moving around, bumping into each other, and constantly shouting for others to leave their "territory".
Deans moved through the crowd, guiding students to line up and mediating disputes.
"Harry, where are you going?" Hermione asked.
Harry did not respond.
He quickly made his way through the crowd, bypassing Professor Flitwick, who was loudly reassuring a group of Ravenclaw students vying for front-row seats, and then past Professor Sprout, who was trying to push Hufflepuff students into the right positions. He then nimbly avoided Ernie Macmillan and quietly moved to the back of the crowd, standing behind Malfoy.
At this moment, Malfoy is taking advantage of the chaos to continue arguing with Crabbe.
Crabbe stood five feet away, looking displeased.
"I don't know how much longer, you understand?" Malfoy growled in a low voice, unaware that Harry had quietly approached. "It's taking longer than I expected."
As soon as Crabbe opened his mouth, Malfoy seemed to have anticipated what he was going to say.
"Listen, what I do is none of your business, Crabbe. Your and Goyle's job is to follow orders and keep watch!"
"If I really consider someone a friend and want them to keep watch, I'll tell them what I'm doing," Harry said in a voice just loud enough for Malfoy to hear.
Malfoy turned around abruptly, his hand swiftly reaching for his wand.
But at that moment, the four deans shouted in unison, "Quiet!" and the courtyard instantly fell silent.
Malfoy slowly turned around, facing forward, his expression stiff.