"Draco, why don't I see you all the time except when I'm eating or going to class? Pansy stopped Malfoy, the teacher, at the classroom doorway, and complained quietly.

She's been waiting here for a long time, just to wait for him.

"I may have been in the library before, you didn't see it," Malfoy yawned, his light gray eyes narrowing slightly, showing a look of distress.

"Liar, I just came back from the library. Pansy said to her chagrin,

"Well, that's the secret. "It's still perfunctory for no reason.

"What do you do at night?, you always feel sleepy?" said Pansy.

"Don't say that without proof, or Slytherin will deduct points. ”

"Plus, it's time for class. Malfoy digressed.

Pansy stomped her foot lightly, ready to ask again for class, and followed him down the stairs.

Then, just as they were about to enter the stone door, Malfoy felt something drag on his robes.

"Huh?"

He turned his head to look.

It was a cat, tearing at the tail of his robe with its sharp claws.

Covered in turmeric hair, the flat face often looked like it was angry, and it could be a real anger.

"Crookshan, why did you come here, go back!" Hermione's surprised voice came from behind her.

"Sorry for the trouble. She walked briskly over to Malfoy's side, bent down, and apologized as she picked up her pet cat and stroked its erect ginger fur with her hands.

But when she raised her head, after seeing the person's face clearly, her expression became a little embarrassed, and she couldn't speak, as if she was stuck in the neck.

Then she buried her head and ran into the classroom with her pet in her arms.

He was still muttering something, as if he was counting the Crook Mountains.

"I know it's troublesome. ”

"Why didn't you stay in the dormitory today? As a punishment, I didn't have any dried fish to eat today, and I just lost weight. Hermione reprimanded her pet.

Crookshan scratched his body with his paws, indifferent to his master's reprimand.

If Hermione was asked to put it back in, she might be late and would have to be brought into the classroom

Looking at the girl's brisk back, Malfoy's brow furrowed.

"What an unbred pet. Pansy muttered. "The host guessed the same. ”

Malfoy shrugged, noncommittal.

But there is something out of the ordinary

Where did the anomaly appear? Malfoy was puzzled.

The door to the basement classroom is about to close.

"It's going to be late if you don't leave. He said suddenly.

So the two of them rushed in and walked into the classroom.

Before the Slughorn could show up, the big belly was already sticking out, his walrus beard shaking over his smiling mouth, smiling at every student who passed by.

Unlike usual, the underground classroom was already filled with steam, filled with all kinds of strange smells, and the rich aroma was the majority

Large cauldrons were propped up, and the liquid gurgled and bubbled.

"This is my first class with you, and as an Advanced Class student, I know you all have good grades. ”

"But let me introduce myself first. ”

"I've known Dumbledore for a long time, and I've been laughing with him for a long time. "Raise the high-status person first to show up to show his status.

"I've been working with him for many years, and he's still in this position, and he's a Transfiguration teacher. ”

"Hmm—" he looked at his bulging belly, then patted it.

"It wasn't that big at the time. With a suspicious look, he looked down at his fat belly.

There was a burst of joyful laughter from under the podium.

Slughorn had a satisfied smile on his face, as if pleased with his humor.

"We were colleagues at the time, and he was a Transfiguration teacher, and it wasn't long before he became the headmaster. ”

"Of course, I think he should be the Minister of Magic. ”

But he didn't dare to be interested, power, crazy, disorienting, and he said that the best thing to do was not to touch it. ”

"Not long ago, before he died, he approached me and invited me to be the professor of Potions class. ”

"I was a little hesitant, but he invited again and again, and out of respect for him, and for some reason behind his back. ”

"I miss him too, but people, you still have to look forward, right?"

"Okay, after a long day of small talk, we can get to the point.

Slughorn said. Looking through the many hot vapors, his large figure seemed fluttering. "Ladies and gentlemen, please take out the scales, the medicine bag, and, don't forget to take out your "Advanced Potions Making" textbook ......"

That's when Professor McGonagall's reminder worked.

Harry and Ron weren't without textbooks and scales now.

"All right," Slughorn said, returning to the front of the classroom, his already bulging chest pushed forward again, and the buttons on his vest looked like they were about to burst off.

"I've prepared a few potions to open your eyes, just out of interest, of course. By the time you've completed the Advanced Class, you'll be able to make something like this. You haven't done it yourself, but you've certainly heard of it. Can anyone tell me what this one is?"

He pointed to the crucible closest to the Slytherin table.

Hermione's well-trained hand was raised first. Slughorn pointed at her.

"It's the truth elixir, a colorless, tasteless elixir that forces the person who drinks it to tell the truth. Hermione said.

She recalls the time she spent with her in the washroom boiling medicine, and the crying myrtle.

Sirius uses potions to gain her trust, and then a series of events occur, making the truth seem confusing.

Slughorn was a little stunned, and then reacted quickly, he didn't expect someone to answer so quickly

"Good, good!" said Slughorn happily.

"What's your name, miss. He said with a smile.

"Hermione Granger. ”

"Now," he continued, pointing to the crucible closest to the Ravenclaw table, "this kind of comparison is famous...... It has also been highlighted in several pamphlets recently distributed by the Ministry...... Who can ——?"

Hermione raised her hand again.

"Miss Granger, you have to leave some opportunities for someone else, right?"

Hermione lowered her hand.

"I'll take a look at the roster, and this time I'll pick one at random, and get acquainted with the students by the way. He muttered.

"Draco Malfoy, grades are average, average by O, excellent student! ”