In the auditorium, students from each college received their own course schedules.

"The first part of the morning is potion class, I have to go to class quickly." Hermione walked through the wizards who hurriedly left the auditorium, came to Alan and greeted him.

"I have to conduct a down-to-earth investigation on the venue for my ancient magic class. Don't be late in the afternoon. As my first group of students, I have a gift for you." Allen reminded Hermione and Luna that although he did not fill out a course for an improvement class, he did not return to the tower for research. As a professor, he hoped that his students could enjoy the best classroom experience - although he did not know the specific number, Flivie told him just that from the applications he has received, Ravenclaw was going to attend.

After a holiday arrangement and transformation, the classroom and office of ancient magic classes have been assigned to Allen. However, referring to the duel class of German Shepherd, Allen did not want all students to stay in the classroom for some low-intensity activities all day. For this reason, he planned to go around the Forbidden Forest Black Lake to choose a suitable area, and then transform it as a venue for combat training.

"I have to go to the Fantastic Animal Protection class, too." Luna shot her carrot pendant and stood up. "Alan, you can come and have a look around Haegel's wooden house."

Seeing Luna mentioning the magical animal protection class, Hermione suddenly looked at her course schedule, which made her realize that she, Harry and Ron, who were regarded as best friends by Hager, did not fill out the magical animal protection class in Hager... Although she knew that because many wizards tried to complete twelve courses, Hager's teaching is not as bad as the beginning, and after graduation, she would not have few wizards who wanted to enter the magical biomanagement control department, so there should be many wizards who applied for Hager's improvement class, so there would be no embarrassing situations where no one went to class. But the problem now is, when Hager found that his three favorite friends did not go to his class, how should he explain it to him...

At this time, the aisle outside the auditorium was crowded with people. The little wizards who had finished breakfast and got their own course schedule were looking for their classrooms in a mess, especially those freshmen. In this situation where no one was guiding, the terrain of Hogwarts was even more dizzy.

Parvati Pettier and Ravend Brown walked through the corridor with books in their arms, and the laughter of the two beautiful witches attracted the attention of many male witches.

"It's such a pity. The beautiful horseman, Ferenze, will not teach the sixth-grade divination class this year." Parvati and Ravende sighed for a while, "He is the motivation behind me choosing the divination class."

"Professor Traurini is as charming as she is very popular on Harris TV. Many people want to pay a lot of money to ask her for personal divination. Now we can contact her every week and get her own guidance. This is the most anticipated thing!" Lavender held his head and his chest held high. She had never broken off contact with Professor Traurini. She naturally made the professor's favorite disciple. "I knew she would succeed in my lower grades. She predicted the death of raising rabbits!"

"Ladies, the History of Magic is in class upstairs, not downstairs." Professor McGonagall held a roll of rolled parchment and shouted at Ravend and Parvati who were caught in the crowd without paying attention to the direction. She commanded helplessly in the chaotic crowd. Seeing the scene in the distance, she quickly shouted, "Davis! Mr. Davis! Don't go in! There is a women's toilet..."

In the crowd, Harry looked at the wizards rushing to the classroom and said to Ron, "I have to go to potion class."

Ron looked relaxed and fluttered at Harry, saying, "I have no classes in the morning."

"Potter, Mr. Weasley!" As Professor McGonagall shouted, Harry looked at Professor McGonagall, and Ron's smile froze.

"Oh, it's not good." Ron whispered, and had to bite the bullet and walk towards Professor McGonagall with Harry.

"Potter, I remember you had potions class in the morning." Professor McGonagall asked with a stern expression on his face.

"Yes, professor, I'm going to the Potions class classroom." Harry rubbed his hands crampedly.

"Very good." Professor McGonagall nodded, then raised his chin to Ron, and said to Harry, "Potter, bring Mr. Weasley with him, he looked too happy just now."

Ron quickly explained: "Professor, my grades do not meet the requirements of entering the Potion Class to improve the class..."

"Mr. Weasley, that's why I asked Porter to bring you." Professor McGonagall looked at Ron with dissatisfaction with anxiety as he was eager to get rid of his class, and sighed helplessly.

"Yes, professor..." Ron gave up his argument with his head down.

When McGonagall saw Weasley's appearance, he shook his head slightly, and then said to Harry, "Harry, former captain Angelina Johnson graduated. As the successor, you, the new captain Quidditch, have to select players as soon as possible. We have not won the Quidditch Cup for many years in a row. In addition, our main chasers and hitters twins have graduated. This time the reconstruction is very stressful. Porter, there are only two chances before you graduate." Professor McGonagall glanced at Weasley again. Last year, it was because Ron was the goalkeeper. Because the Slytherins used the song "Weasley King" that caused him to be too stressed and unable to perform normally, so that other teams could beat the total score list every time they faced Gryffindor.

Although McGonagall didn't say it, Ron, who noticed her eyes, shrugged in disappointment, and after walking away with Harry, he complained: "It's better to leave this potion class to me to practice Quidditch."

As they walked towards the stairs leading to the basement, they saw Hagrid happily raising an arm and waved them desperately to say hello. Harry and Ron looked at each other, and they avoided his gaze and waved at him in a response.

Harry, who tried his best to pretend that he didn't hear Hagrid's call for them to go over early in the afternoon, said to Ron with a embarrassed look: "The improvement class of the Fantastic Animal Protection Class is in the first section of the afternoon. He should be going to teach lower grade students now."

"Hermione didn't choose his class, he probably didn't know that none of us chose his class." Ron scratched his head in frustration, "...If I had known, I would have submitted Hagrid's class, so Professor McGonagall wouldn't have asked me to follow you to take any potion class..."

What would Hager think if he knew, Harry was unwilling to think about it again: "When it comes to potions, we are going to be late again, let's go."

When Harry and Ron entered the Potions Classroom, they found that they were indeed late because the underground classroom was already filled with steam, filled with all kinds of strange smells.

"Focusing on details during the preparation stage...is a prerequisite for success of all plans." Professor Slughorn, who heard the movement behind him, turned around and greeted Harry very enthusiastically, "Ah, Harry, my dear child, I am so happy to see you, I'm starting to worry. Do you think you have brought friends here?"

"Professor Slughorn, my name is Ron Weasley. Professor McGonagall just asked Harry to bring me here... But my grades are not enough to improve the class above, and I can't meet your standards... In fact, my magic potions have been thoroughly learned. To be honest, asking me to make magic potions is also a threat to others..." Ron tried his best to explain that he was not qualified and wanted Professor Slughorn to refuse his studies.

Harry heard the red-haired friend say this, letting himself take a step back, put his hand on Ron's back, and preventing Ron from retreating. He doesn't want to take potions classes alone. It is naturally the best if he can be accompanied by Ron.

Slughorn, who was hesitant at first, noticed Harry's actions. He simply raised his hand to express his welcome to Ron, and smiled kindly at Ron. "Nonsense! We will know that we will finish the class. I heard that you are Harry's good friend, so you are my friend, take out all the textbooks."

After saying that, Professor Slughorn was about to turn around and prepare to continue teaching.

"Professor?" Harry said with his hands raised.

Slughorn turned around and looked at Harry again in confusion, "What's wrong with Harry?"

"My book has not arrived yet, and Ron has no books, and we don't have any equipment, because we didn't expect that we are still qualified to go to the promotion class. We just placed an order for Lihen Bookstore, but it hasn't arrived so soon." Harry said dryly.

"You can go to the closet to find textbooks, use the ingredients in the storage cabinet first, and lend them to you." Slughorn raised his hand and continued to focus on his teaching. "I prepared some decoctions this morning. Does anyone know what these are?"

Slughorn stood up with his chest that looked very bulging because of his obesity, and the buttons on his vest seemed to be about to burst out. He walked to the potions and looked at them in fascination. As he finished speaking, Hermione raised his hand.

"Very good, this guy..."

"Hermione Granger, Professor." Hermione put down her raised hands.

"Hermione Granger..." Slughorn pondered for a moment and suddenly widened his eyes, leaned forward slightly, then walked around the cauldron with his big belly, walked to Hermione and stretched out his hand. He asked enthusiastically, "Is it Miss Granger, CEO of the Umbrella Company? Miss Granger, I am honored to see you here. I am very sorry. Last year, I refused your recruitment because I was not in good health during that period. I was so sick."

Seeing Professor Slughorn's sudden enthusiasm, the wizards in the classroom exchanged their eyes in surprise and whispered. Except for the elite elite wizards of Harris and a few young wizards born in the training class, most other ordinary wizards knew that Miss Wanshizhi was managing the training class, no one could have thought that the Umbrella Company, which has become famous in the wizarding world recently, was the Harris family so relieved to be a little witch born in Muggle under the management of Hermione Granger?

"It's okay, the Umbrella Company has the opportunity to cooperate with you." Hermione pretended to be calm and did not want to be embarrassed to be revealed by Slughorn. She shook hands gently and walked forward a few steps in front of the potions. "Professor, that pot is a real potion, which can make people reveal the truth."

Just as Hermione answered the question, Harry and Ron had already arrived in front of the closet, where there were two sets of ragged sets of "Advanced Potion Making" written by Libatho Pollage. One of them was a little newer. Harry and Ron looked at each other and immediately started a battle for the slightly newer textbook.

Harry won the small battle with the agility of the goalkeeper, proudly raised the textbook in his hand, and Ron shook his book with annoyed.

Hermione had guessed the last pot. "This pot is a ecstasy agent, the strongest ecstasy in the world." Hermione looked at Professor Slughorn, "It is said that it varies from person to person and emits the most attractive smell, such as what I smelled just cut lawns, brand new parchment..."

Hermione pursed her lips, her cheeks were rosy, and she said in her heart that the smell of Allen was. But what she said turned into: "There is also the smell of the 'Ojivi' sister soap."
Chapter completed!