Marvel's Magic Master

Wednesday morning, herbal medicine class.

Not surprisingly, George once again scored ten points for Slytherin.

Originally, this body had a lot of knowledge about herbs and potions because he had been selling potions with the old wizard for many years. Coupled with the computer assistance of the body, the first-year problems were not difficult for him at all.

In the afternoon, George left the castle alone and walked along a path leading to the Forbidden Forest towards Hagrid's hut.

It's early July, the most comfortable time when it's neither too cold nor too hot. The path outside the castle is filled with all kinds of wild flowers, and the green grass stretches all the way to the Black Lake.

If you walk a few more steps along the grass toward the Black Lake, you may find a few couples of senior wizards in love on the slopes.

Foreign children are already precocious, and Hogwarts wizards are even precocious. Many of them start falling in love in the second and third grade. Those like Ron and Harry, who only start to blossom in four or five years, are in the minority.

Without disturbing the little mandarin ducks, they walked all the way through the Quidditch pitch and across a long stone bridge.

Finally, at the edge of an endless forest, he saw a wooden house that was enlarged two or three times, and large pumpkins planted in front of the wooden house.

"Wangwangwang!"

As soon as he reached the door of the cabin, a big black dog suddenly jumped out from the side and barked demonstratively at him.

George stared at the big black dog with his eyes and activated his psychic ability. The big black dog was stunned for a moment, and then wagged its tail.

"Ya Ya, stop!"

At this time, the door of the wooden house was pushed open, and Hagrid revealed his huge body.

"It's you, little boss, welcome here. I just made some rock biscuits. You can eat some with this kid."

"That would be an honor."

There was a surprised look on George's face. He didn't expect that apart from him, Hagrid would have other guests here today.

"Ginny, why are you here? Don't you have classes in the afternoon?"

Entering the cabin, he saw Ginny sitting on a stool taller than him.

As far as he knew, Gryffindor only had Friday afternoon off from classes, and today was Wednesday.

"George, you...you're right, I'm going to get ready for class."

Ginny jumped down from the stool in a panic and hurriedly ran out of the cabin.

Hagrid put the rock cake he had just made on the table and said with a smile:

"The little girl wanted to ask me when Harry would usually come over, but you scared me away. Then you can solve her problem together."

"Well, the rock biscuits smell so good. It's a pity that I just finished lunch in the auditorium before coming here. It's such a pity."

George touched his bulging belly and pushed back the rock cake in front of him with regret on his face.

Hagrid's rock biscuits were made to fit his own teeth. They were so hard they could be used as bricks, and he didn't want to knock out his teeth.

Seeing that George's belly was indeed quite round, and he had obviously eaten a lot of food, Hagrid also showed a regretful look. He picked up the rock cake and finished it in three or two bites.

"Wait for next time. Be sure to save your stomach next time you come over."

"Hagrid, I am very interested in magical animals and have read some books on this subject. I have a few questions to ask you."

George twitched his mouth, and then stated the purpose of this visit.

He can use his psychic abilities to communicate with magical animals, which does not mean that he can definitely tame magical animals for his own use, but it just has a greater advantage than ordinary wizards.

Just like the magical zoologist Newt Scamander, it is said that he is also born with the ability to communicate with magical animals.

But Newt was able to conquer so many powerful magical animals, mainly because he knew enough about the habits of magical animals and could prescribe the right medicine.

"It's great that you are interested in magical animals. I can tell you everything I know."

Hagrid has a simple character. When he heard that George had the same interests as him, he immediately started talking non-stop.

George was listening here, and the main body was taking notes simultaneously on the other side.

On the one hand, learning about magical animals is to tame powerful magical animals for one's own use, and on the other hand, it also values ​​the resources of the Forbidden Forest.

Many precious magical animals are full of treasures and are essential materials for making magic items and potions. There are many of these precious magical animals in the Forbidden Forest.

For example, the poison of the Acromantula is worth 100 gold galleons per pint. There are at least a hundred Acromantulas in the Forbidden Forest.

When it comes to making money, the Potion Master, who claims to be the most profitable, actually doesn’t make as much money as the Master of Magical Beasts.

It's just that most masters of magical animals love and care for magical animals and do not deliberately use magical animals to make money. Moreover, it is not easy to become a master of magical animals. Without certain strength, it is easy to be eaten by magical animals.

Newt was born with the ability to communicate with magical animals, and Hagrid was half giant.

In fact, it’s not just about money, because sometimes you can get things that you can’t buy with money, but you can get them with rare magical animals. It also symbolizes an important exchange resource.

On Thursday, there is Transfiguration and Defense Against the Dark Arts in the morning, Charms in the afternoon, and a History of Magic class in the evening.

George scored another 40 extra points for Slytherin, making Slytherin's score unparalleled, far behind the other three houses, and proved with his strength that what he said that morning was not a big lie. .

Because of this, he gradually gained the reputation of Slytherin Star in the school, a rising star in Slytherin.

In fact, Slytherin is not weak in overall scores every year, and with Snape's favoritism, it can win the House Cup every year.

It's just that last year, Hermione, the academic bully, came and scored heavily. Even with Harry and Ron dragging down and Snape deducting points, the gap was not too big in the end, allowing Dumbledore to successfully counterattack with the Philosopher's Stone incident.

And this year, George was able to score better than Hermione, not only in other subjects, but also in History of Magic, without Snape's deduction. Even if Dumbledore was partial to him, a difference of one or two hundred points was acceptable, but it would be difficult to make up for a difference of several hundred points.

The Dean of Slytherin, Professor Snape, had the same idea as him.

"Does anyone know what ingredients are needed for the potion to treat boils? George, can you answer it?"

In the potions class on Friday morning, when George stood up to answer the question for the fifth time, he felt a little embarrassed.

"It's narcissus root powder, Aconitum naviculatum and porcupine quills, professor."

"It seems that not everyone is stupid. Five points for Slytherin."

Snape glanced at the whole classroom. Except for George, all the other little wizards lowered their heads.

"Next, let's try to make this potion. I hope you can be less stupid."

While making the potion step by step according to the steps, George couldn't help but sigh that Snape was indeed completely different from Professor McGonagall.

In fact, the questions Snape asked just now were a little beyond the scope. Except for George who could look up the herbal and magic potion textbooks at any time, it was difficult for other little wizards to answer them.

You say he is partial, and it is true that only George can raise his hand to answer. If you get serious, even Dumbledore can't say anything.

But George is sure that Snape just wants him to brush up his score, otherwise he wouldn't ask five questions in one class. Next time he makes the potion, he will probably give him points.

Sure enough, when he made the potion first, Snape came to his side like a big bat.

"An excellent potion. Five points for Slytherin."