Ron and Hermione were a little confused about how to convince Harry.

Blind, disfigured, regendered......

Definitely not a good thing.

Hagrid was about to speak, apparently thinking that Snape might really be able to do such a thing.

"Hagrid, may I take the liberty of making a request?" Harry didn't take it very seriously, he finally looked at all the magical things in the room, his face was faintly happy, he rubbed his hands together, and sat down.

Hagrid nodded briskly: "Of course, as long as you don't continue to ask about your parents, anything." ”

"I want to borrow some of your ingredients and make a... Well... A potion of magic. Harry waved his hand and described it simply, "No harm." ”

"I'll pay you accordingly."

Hagrid waved his hand: "No, I picked up those things in the Forbidden Forest, you can use them as you like." ”

Ron was a little envious: "These are all picked up in the Forbidden Forest?" Great, I mean, if I could, I would be able to be a key keeper in the future. ”

Harry was serious, not at all polite.

He immediately stood up and scraped around the room.

Grease... This is the most important thing.

He walked to the kitchen, picked and chosen, and took out two large jars—dog fat and bear fat.

"Harry, that's what I cook." Hagrid's eyes widened like light bulbs.

Harry put it down gently, "Don't worry, I won't use it too much." ”

"Well, what potion are you going to boil?" Hagrid wondered, he was in his third year at Hogwarts and had never heard of potions that could be used with grease, "Professor Snape never asked me about these things. ”

"A special potion." Harry set up the cauldron as he explained, "Smearing it on the sword increases its power. ”

The Sorting Hat shuddered and shouted, "Imp, you're going to paint something strange on Gryffindor's sword. ”

"It's not weird, it's sword oil." Harry retorted.

The Sorting Hat was stunned and muttered, "Sword oil? ”

"I know that thing, before Gryffindor had this sword, the sword he used often had to be maintained with sword oil."

"Well, you really love that sword."

"But it's a magic item forged by a goblin, it doesn't need maintenance, it can withstand time, every minute, every second it's the sharpest state."

"I know, but sword oil doesn't just do maintenance." Harry shook his head.

The Sorting Hat reluctantly replied, "Okay, you can do that, but you have to promise me." ”

"After you smear the Gryffindor sword with sword oil, you have to clean it before you can put it back in, don't stain me."

Harry was stunned and looked at his hat, "You're much dirtier than sword oil. ”

"No, I'm not dirty!" The Sorting Hat was rightly loud and loud, "It's the marks that the years have left on me, I'm a clean but old hat. ”

Harry sighed and said perfunctorily, "Yes, yes, yes." ”

The biggest difference between the herbs of the two worlds is in those magical herbs - and most, the herbs that do not have magical powers, are not much different.

And the most basic sword oil does not use too many and too complex materials.

Ordinary herbs and oils can be boiled.

I will definitely go to the Forbidden Forest in the future.

It was a natural treasure trove, and no witcher could resist the temptation of such a treasure trove - Harry had to double-check for any herbs in order to collect potions and sword oil materials for some distance, and then grab a handful.

Sword Oil Against the Beast: Beast Oil is essential.

Dog oil and wolf liver are used...

It's a pity that there is no wolf liver in Hagrid's hut, and then again... Does liver in dogs work? Harry touched his chin and squinted at the detached teeth beside him.

The animal's senses were so acute that it froze, whimpered, and ducked behind Hagrid.

Hagrid touched his teeth and his head, a little puzzled, what was wrong with it?

No way.

This is Hagrid's pet.

Harry sighed in disappointment.

The poison of the hanged against humanity? Just in case, have some.

One part dog oil, four parts flea......

Thinking of the man-eating oil for the cannibal humanoids, Harry glanced at Hagrid, who he had always suspected of being a half-blood, half human, and the other half giants, trolls, and trolls.

Hagrid shuddered, "Harry, what's wrong?" ”

"Hagrid, can you please help me bring some wolf liver out of the Forbidden Forest next time?" Harry casually made a point.

"Wolf liver?" Hagrid muttered, "That stuff doesn't taste good." ”

Harry lit the flame and began to heat the cauldron, "It's not for eating, it's for making potions. ”

"Then the next time I trade with the centaur tribe, I'll give you a little bit back." Hagrid nodded in response.

The Forbidden Forest is not full of magical creatures, but there are also some common creatures at the bottom of the food chain, such as bears, wolves, hares, and forest sheep - they usually exist in the form of food.

Harry concentrated on boiling the sword oil.

Ron and Hermione figured out how to take a bite off the crust cake, and by the way, they talked to Hagrid about life at Hogwarts, and... That nasty Malfoy.

There are also topics outside of Hogwarts.

Who would have the courage to rob Gringotts, and he even escaped.

Thankfully, Hagrid had gone to Gringotts that day to work for Mr. Dumbledore, but luckily he hadn't run into the vicious gangster.

Harry didn't care.

He's still young and not well-known - Gringotts isn't going to ask a mediocre little wizard like him to investigate the theft with a handful of gold gallons.

All the way to dinner.

Ron and Hermione finally couldn't hold it anymore and dragged Harry away from Hagrid's little thing.

Today's harvest was extremely rich.

Ron harvested a handful of rock skins, Hermione harvested a bun, and Harry had made seven bottles of sword oil, and he was sure that Hagrid's hut must come often, and he had made up his mind.

But there aren't many such opportunities.

The first year of study was not too heavy, but a new magic system, a potions system, attracted Harry too much.

He also chased several professors to ask questions on weekends - Snape was the only exception, not because Harry didn't want to ask him, but because Snape didn't want to see him at all.

Each time, Harry could only ask a few questions at the end of Potions class, before Snape was in a hurry.

Makes Ron's heart tremble.

Gryffindor's Scorestones were also terrified.

Every Monday to Thursday, the gems rise very well, and from Friday to the thunderstorm falls, at first the little lions are not used to it, but then they wish they could drop more gems.

The great Lion Crown Prince has once again provoked the old Serpent King of Slytherin!

The more points deducted, the more angry he becomes.

The Gryffindors are in a good state of mind, and although we have lost points, it is the Dean who suffers from you.

In the first few weeks.

Under the leadership of Harry, the little lions studied diligently and diligently, and as time went by, their true nature was revealed.

Fun, games, these are the things they are after.

It's just Harry and Hermione, like an outlier, who go to the library on time every day.

As Ron had said on the train, he would have to rely on Harry for his homework - and he did.

Harry doesn't care.

After finishing his homework, he threw it into the common room for them to circulate.

Hermione gritted her teeth, "Harry, you can't get used to them anymore!" ”

"You'll have to write it yourself."

The other lion cubs buried their heads in their heads, as if they couldn't hear, and Ron opened and closed his mouth, muttering that he didn't know what he was saying.

Soon, though.

Another piece of news diluted Hermione's unpleasantness.

Flight lessons were about to begin, and the young wizards were eagerly discussing it after copying Harry's homework.

Harry was also intrigued.

He had a lot of headaches dealing with things like griffins, pterodactyls, krakens... A monster that can fly, compared to the ability of the magic seal and swordsmanship, his crossbow arrow level is not very good.

He wished he could fly, even if it was on a broomstick.

If you want to say that the only downside of flying lessons, it is with Slytherin.

Thursday afternoon.

The much-anticipated flying lesson finally began, and before Harry could ask a few questions, Ron begged him to come to the Quidditch pitch.

Professor Huo Qi is a very heroic woman, but she is very careful in her teaching, perhaps because of many classroom accidents, or because the little lion and the little snake are in class together.

But...

The accident is coming, and no one can stop it.

There are two big troubles in Gryffindor's class.

One is Seamus, the problem is always in the Charms class and Transfiguration class, and the spells that are not harmful in other people's hands will always explode when they are cast by him.

The other is Neville, the problem is always in Potions class, but luckily there is always Harry to the back, at most he fails to boil potions.

And now...

Neville has another problem.

He flew into the air and fell so hard that Professor Hodge had to put the little wizard here and send Neville's sick to the school doctor's office.

"Look at that stupid big guy!" As soon as Professor Hodge left, Malfoy couldn't wait to scoff, "He's the kind of stupid, stupid troll the Dean said. ”

"There will be wizards who fall off their broomsticks."

"Shut up, Malfoy!" Parvati frowned and scolded.

Pansy sneered, "Oh, there's still someone who will protect Longbottom, do you have a crush on that stupid, chubby little tear treasure?" ”

Malfoy's eyes lit up suddenly, and he rushed to the place where Neville had just fallen, picked up something, held it high, and shouted at Harry, "Potter, look, what is this?" ”

"You stupid little henchman."

"A memory ball."

"Oh, his brain really needs something that this old man would need."

He looked defiant, raising his eyebrows.

"First of all, Neville is not my henchman." Harry's face was expressionless, "Secondly, I think... Malfoy, you'd better put down his stuff. ”