Chapter 594 Influence and Response (please ask everyone for monthly votes)

During breakfast the next day, Harry poked his fried egg with a pair of red eyes.

"Harry, are you okay?" Hermione asked worriedly.

"It's okay." Harry said, his voice hoarse, but his spirits were very good. "The medicine has not yet worked." He turned to Ron and said vaguely, "You may need your help tonight."

Ron nodded in understanding.

Hermione, who was standing beside her, was surprised by the tacit understanding of the two and pouted. But before she could say anything, Neville came over with the book "Thousands of Magical Herbs and Mushrooms", with a thick stack of parchment paper on the book...

"I have sorted out the most common materials for plant-based magic potion," said Neville. "I have referred to the O.W.Ls test questions in previous years, so there should be no omissions."

Ron was stunned by the confidence in his words, and Harry quickly took out three pieces of parchment from his schoolbag, "This is the latest three potions to simplify the process. Leave it to, um--"

"Hannah and Susan," Neville grinned, "they can't wait to verify. Hermione-"

"I'll go and take a look in the afternoon," said Hermione. "Or rating strictly according to the O.W.Ls standards?"

"This will work, otherwise the rating criteria Susan gets from her aunt will be wasted." Neville said, "There are antidotes. There is no fixed plan for this part, so you must understand the principles in depth..."

Hermione nodded slightly to agree.

“I can only provide some ideas—”

"In fact, most of the poison can be removed with beef yellows." Harry, who had read the idle book all night, interrupted. Only then did Neville see Harry's red eyes, he was shocked and almost knocked over the soup bowl.

"Harry, your eyes—"

"Nothing," Harry muttered.

After Neville left, Harry, Ron and Hermione came to see Neville's achievements. Each parchment was painted with seven or eight kinds of plant materials, not only with names, but also with simple sketches outlined with simple lines. Several arrows were derived from the potion material, and the ends of the arrows contained the name of the potion in which the material appeared and its role in it.

The first ingredient is 'white fresh'.

Harry stared at the pattern next to him for two seconds, roughly matching his memory. Then he carefully read the string of arrows that led to it. The first is raw food or smear, which can heal shallow wounds; the second is extracting flavors, which has a more outstanding healing effect. Two common ratios are written in small words next to it. The third article mentioned that Baixian can be used to make excitation agents, which is to awaken people who are trapped in magic sleeping - "We should have prepared some!" Ron shouted when he saw this article. Harry spent a lot of time when he woke him up this morning - Articles 4 to 8 introduce the effect of mixing Baixian with other materials, such as mixing with silver powder can cure the bleeding caused by werewolf bites...

"Great," said Harry. "I don't know how the Greengrass sisters are?"

Before class in the afternoon, Daphne and Astoria came to the stronghold of the "Forefront Watch Station". The place changed completely. Rows of crucibles were laid up, and several students added materials to it. Hermione was checking a sample of the finished potion.

"Not poisonous-"

"The color is slightly light, but negligible;"

“The smell is normal.”

"Next is Scarpin's appearance curse," Hermione waved her wand, and various phantoms appeared above the small glass bottle. Then their shadows jumped, and Hermione muttered something. Although she didn't know what she was doing, the shadows were becoming clearer. Everyone next to her came over to see.

"It should be no problem," she said with relief.

"It's just a little bit of trying, who will come this time?" said Semo Feinigan happily.

Everyone took a step back. They obviously did not forget the experience of Anthony Goldstein - Hermione had not appeared at that time, but the result was that after Anthony took the modified hair growth agent, his eyebrows and hairs suddenly rose.

"He had a foot of nose hair at that time!"

After that, Hermione became an indispensable member of the test and identification. And she also knew the most, unpopular mantras that seemed useless, could turn the accident from "very bad" to "very bad".

"I'll do it." Justin Finlieri stood up despite the whisper of his friend Ernie McMillan.

Harry stared at Justin intently, his eyes turned redder and he was obviously tired, but he had the dream potion he had received earlier from Mrs. Pomfrey. "You should have come here early, child." She said sternly. "The O.W.Ls exam really forced a lot of people-"

"This, it's just an accident, Mrs. Pomfrey." Harry said hurriedly. He was allowed to leave after repeated assurances that he would not abuse the magic potion again.

At this moment, he noticed someone pulling his clothes from behind. He turned around, lowered his head and stared at Astoria.

Astoria waved to him and signaled him to come out.

"Have the stuff brought it?"

"A bottle of fire dragon blood, half a piece of unicorn horns, twenty secondary unicorn tail hairs, African tree snake skin, fire gray snake eggs, Jueyin bird feathers, dragon liver, scarab beetles, and the water of the Forget River... are all here." Daphne patted her pocket and said.

A scream came from the side - Ron wanted to reach for it, but Daphne slapped it with a magic wand.

"There are conditions." Daphne said with a straight face.

"What conditions?" Harry asked sensitively.

Daphne reluctantly curled her lips in Hermione's direction: "Only she can use these materials. Everyone agreed--"

"Wait, how many of you are?" Ron asked.

“Fifteen.”

"So much!" Harry shouted in surprise.

"Do you know how much these materials are worth?" Daphne asked proudly, then glanced at Harry's red eyes with a dodge. "A bottle of Fire Dragon Blood alone is worth 12 Gallons. We will not waste precious materials in uncertain tests, so we must use an orthodox method. We must see the correct operation steps! Look at your red eyes!"

"This is not a side effect of testing simplifying the process!" Harry couldn't help but defend himself.

But Daphne stuffed him a small bag of potion materials, "I don't care, I'm just passing the message. You decide the specific time, but we have to wait for time." She left with her sister, Harry and Ron were stunned, "What's so proud of her? Isn't it that she's asking us-"

"To be precise, it has nothing to do with us." Harry reminded Ron, scratching his head, "I just didn't expect that Marfalda really pulled so many people."

Yes, there is also the shadow of Mafalda in this matter. It can even be said that she connected the students from four academies. She has now retired and is actively expanding other businesses...

"We have to keep track of the progress of the Magic Literature Yearbook. Didn't there be news that Diggory signed up some time ago? He may be invited during the summer vacation and can make predictions in advance. His popularity is still very high!" Marfalda said passionately, shaking his brown-red hair.

Several young low-grade little chickens nodded like a rice pecking at the rice.

Before he knew it, Mafalda already had the first team.

When the moment was about to end, she took out a brand new notebook, lowered her head and looked at her clothes repeatedly, "How is it, isn't it perfect?"

A lot of praise.

"Mafalda, who are you going to interview?"

"Yes, that's one of my goals forever," she said happily.

Mafalda asked the young wizards to disband, walked in the courtyard while looking through the topic of the next issue of the "Mysterious Wall" tabloid.

"Professor Bubaji sang late at night, and it was suspected that his research made a major breakthrough - Draco Malfoy stayed in the library all day long, working hard to become a therapist? Harry Potter may have pink-eye disease-" She seemed overjoyed, "The Quidditch game was Ravenclaw vs. Hufflepuff, and there was also the changes in the Potions class. I participated in it myself. What should I write? Students from the four major colleges connected to the Potions class professor? Oh, this is my dean!"

"I think I can change it a little." A voice suddenly said.

Marfalda was startled and looked up and found that she had walked into the courtyard. She had just experienced the strong winds of March and the rainy April. It was a rare good weather now. She looked at Professor Haip sitting on the bench, with a cluster of flowers behind her.

She walked over with great momentum.

"I wrote you twenty-seven letters, Professor Hayp! You replied to me three times - huh, what is this?" She complained at first, but was attracted by a thick stack of parchment paper in Felix's hand.

"It's just a student's homework," Felix said, spreading his hands and the parchment disappeared.

He leaned against the back of the chair and said lazily: "Because you haven't changed a word of your letter, I don't think it's necessary to waste time. In fact, if you still do this in the third grade, I'll put you in your confinement."

Marfalda pouted.

"Why should I choose your class?"

"Maybe it's because this course is too important," Felix said for granted.

Marfalda was stunned for two seconds, "You almost got over there. That wasn't a student's homework at all, I saw it! The title is 'Some Investigation and Research Report', and the person who wrote this information was named Winnie Valentine."

Felix looked at her in surprise.

"I'm very sensitive to names," Marfalda said proudly.

"Have anyone told you, Miss Pwight, that the part of your personality that loves to show off accounts for a large proportion?" Felix said, "I think you have suffered a loss in this regard, not long ago... If you forget, I can help me recall it, keywords: hair--"

Marfalda screamed in anger, and Felix took out his ears in a slightly exaggerated manner and leaned back.

Marfalda became even more angry. She cursed Umbridge in a low voice as if she was caught and hurt her feet: "Damn old witch." She touched her hair. God knew how collapsed she was when she got out of the confusion curse and found that her hair was pulled apart.

Felix silently admired it for a while and said, "We have already deviated from the topic--"

"Then start the interview now?" Mafalda immediately changed his face.

"Oh, no, I just wanted to advertise, but I happened to hear something similar just now...we can discuss it."

"What? Quidditch, or Potions class?"

"The latter," Felix said, "Don't you think the lives of fifth and seventh graders are too dull, trapped in the house all day, back and forth in classrooms, libraries and lounges..."

"So what's wrong?" Marfalda said disapprovingly.

"You will have such a life in the future," Felix reminded her, "I heard that several more students were emotionally broken and were admitted to the school hospital. Tsk tsk, those professors are so terrible."

Marfalda looked at him with his eyes slanted, hesitating whether to remind him to take care of his position.

"I saw that recently a student was organizing a review of potions spontaneously? That's great. You must never bow to evil forces... But the scope can be expanded a little. Sirius - ahem, it's your professor of black magic defense. It's so tiring to let you wave small wooden sticks all day long. I heard that he still laughed at you for not being able to get excellent in class..."

"And Professor McGonagall, he has been stern. Don't you want to see her surprised expression?"

"Surprised..." Marfalda thought, "Scare the professor? Is there any way you can?"

"I don't, but I guess the memory in Classroom 7 must know." Felix, "This is exclusive news."

"Class No. 7, yes! There are many professors' memories in it, and they know a lot of things." Marfalda narrowed her eyes. She thought that she had been looking for opportunities to interview Principal Dumbledore, but unfortunately she failed to do so. The only time she approached the principal's office was that she was impersonated.

She skipped these unpleasant memories and followed the previous thoughts to think about it. She could find out the secrets of their learning from those memories and make a series of reports. Especially those about the O.W.Ls exams and the N.E.W.Ts exams will definitely attract huge attention.

If some professor's secrets could be found... Marfalda pulled open the corners of her mouth and laughed.
To be continued...