Chapter 22 Polyjuice Potion (please read and vote~)

Regarding the Gryffindor Trials, Hermione was more concerned than Harry.

Early the next morning.

Ron was munching on a table full of chicken drumsticks in his dream, when something suddenly happened, causing him to wake up in a hazy state: "What's wrong?"

Half opening his eyes, he saw a bandaged chicken leg. He was startled, and he shrank back and slammed into the wall. He woke up completely, and when he raised his head again, he saw the true nature of the "chicken leg".

The appearance - it's Hermione's injured hand and her serious face: "Oh, Hermione, why are you here."

"Get up, it's time to go to the library." Hermione replied, "Where's Harry? I didn't see anyone on his bed."

"Going to exercise." Ron yawned and picked up the bedside alarm clock, "It's only half past six, Hermione! I've never gotten up so early during class!"

Hermione scolded: "Look at Harry, he went to exercise, but you only know how to sleep."

Several wails of pain.

"Ron, you're so noisy." Seamus pounded the bed, "Be quiet and let me sleep."

Hermione and Harry both poked their heads in.

"There seems to be no magic protection in the restricted book area." Harry lowered his voice, "I have an invisibility cloak. I can try to steal the formula at night."

This spell was not difficult for Harry.

Harry shook his head and said decisively: "Professor McGonagall is absolutely impossible. During this period of confinement, she taught me the second grade content very carefully."

Hermione was startled, and a surge of anger surged into her heart. She crumpled the parchment next to her hand into a ball, hit Ron on the head hard, and said through gritted teeth: "We are looking for the magic of disguise, but you are still thinking about the Sorcerer's Stone?

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Harry followed up and said, "Me too."

Hermione finally found it. She excitedly opened a book and placed it in front of Harry: "Harry, look at this, it is definitely what we want."

Until the evening, Ron exclaimed: "I found it!"

Harry is more casual.

Obtaining knowledge from him is obviously the best choice.

"Let's talk about how to get the powerful potion."

Other young wizards were queuing up, waiting for Hermione's tutoring, which once again delayed the search for the disguise magic. It gave Ron a moment of respite and he no longer had to go to the library every day, which was really a blessing for him.

It's not that he doesn't know a lot of magic, the theory is sound, and he can even be said to be the best one besides Hermione and Harry, but he just can't perform it.

"I would rather believe that Professor Snape would be more likely to approve a note for me."

Ron hesitated and struggled, but Hermione pulled the book away.

"Polyjuice Potion."

"Second grade content!" Hermione exclaimed, "Professor McGonagall put you in solitary confinement to teach you second grade content?"

Take classes, eat, and go to the library.

"Are you up so early?" Harry asked.

I went back and grabbed Harry and practiced for a long time before I was able to successfully cast this spell.

Ron stood up and said: "Eat, eat!"

Hermione hesitated and agreed.

But the patron saints of ordinary people are just ordinary animals - it is said that wizards with Animagus form will have the same patron saint as Animagus.

Hermione probed her head: "Huh?"

The magic power in the world of the witcher is like an inducer. The magic power guides the elements and releases the spell. Just like the "Igni" seal he mastered, the magic power guides the fire element and exerts its effect.

He was the one who got scolded the most by Hermione yesterday.

In fact, for a long time, nothing was gained.

Neville muttered: "I must be having a nightmare, why can I still hear Granger's voice? God, please spare me."

The magic of this world is its essence.

Compared to Dumbledore's information, information on disguise magic is harder to find, and they found nothing today.

Ron grabbed the quilt in pain.

Ron's eyes widened: "Invisibility cloak, do you still have this thing?"

"Power Potion," Hermione replied.

They repeat their lives day after day.

As she spoke, she stuck her head out and took a look at the restricted book area, which was only lightly separated by a rope.

"Professor McGonagall likes you very much, shall we try with her?" Ron immediately turned his head and looked at Harry.

"Then you have to get permission from the professor." Ron sighed, "And we don't know yet... what kind of potion this is, and which book it's in."

Hermione waved her hand: "In the book "Powerful Potion", it is written here, didn't you see it?"

They walked from the eighth floor to the lobby, and then from the lobby to the fifth floor.

Mrs. Pince glared over.

For other little wizards, this spell seems a bit difficult.

"Firework Curse".

This light blue flame, from the time it is summoned until it dissipates, is always a ball of magic power - unless it is attached to a combustible object, the flame left on the combustible object will not become a real flame until the magic power dissipates.

Harry frowned: "I didn't find this in the potions book."

The greatest white wizard of this century, his resume is almost completely public.

Waving the wand, he summoned a ball of low-temperature blue flame. Professor Flitwick said that this was a prerequisite skill for the "Fire Blazing" spell that they would learn in their senior year.

Hermione hesitated for a moment: "Forget it, my transfiguration is not as good as yours."

Harry made up his mind that he would learn this.

But this spell is very important to him - he discovered the biggest difference in the nature of magic between the two worlds.

There was a snap.

Harry suddenly felt like he had grasped something, but his current understanding of magic did not form a complete system, making it difficult for him to truly explore his idea.

If he doesn't want to get up, just let himself live with this bed for the rest of his life.

A line of text - "Dumbledore has the only patron saint in the form of a magical creature known to the wizarding world. No one knows how he mastered this magic."

"What is that?" Hermione wondered.

The title on his head is dazzling.

Harry nodded: "Yes."

When Harry came back, he saw the energetic Hermione and the listless Ron sitting in the lounge, and was stunned for a moment - today is the weekend.

Ron disagreed. The main source of his homework was not Hermione.

Even the young wizards of Ravenclaw are hard to compare with them.

Harry knew the Patronus Charm. He had read descriptions of this spell, and it was hailed as the most powerful spell that represented white magic.

If Dumbledore knows Animagus, then his Animagus is the Phoenix?

Close the book.

"Eat breakfast first?" Harry asked tentatively.

The first line of text that caught the eye of the two people: "Ancient alchemy involves the refining of the magic stone, which is a magical substance with amazing functions. The magic stone can turn any metal into pure gold, and can also create immortality.

Medicine that makes those who drink it immortal."

Hermione dragged him and talked for more than an hour.

Master of Defense Against the Dark Arts, Master of Transfiguration, Master of Alchemy...

Hermione closed the book and handed it to Harry: "Hurry up and continue, or you won't be able to copy my homework."

After returning to the dormitory, all he could think about was Hermione's magic voice.

Hermione was stumbling.

He planned to find information about Dumbledore first - he still owed himself a reward.

In the Charms class, they also began to come into contact with the first offensive spell.

Mrs. Pince yawned and looked at Harry and the three of them in surprise, oh...except for fifth-year and seventh-year students, there are actually little wizards who take the initiative to come to the library at such an early time on weekends?

"Add the things, hair or nails of the person you want to become into it, then drink it, and within an hour, you can become that person."

Every day something new happens, delaying their plans.

"Hermione, you won't have the energy to read the book if you don't eat."
To be continued...