Everyday Players at Hogwarts

Chapter 489 Group Potion and Strange Gift

"Why not Professor Sprout? Those guys who live in the rainforest all day must also love herbs."

"I covet those treasures in Professor Sprout's greenhouse. I think those Castrubshe students will be very satisfied." Snape questioned without thinking.

"But the competition does not require herbology. Or it is not based on it."

"This championship is a new type of event in which all students participate."

"So it depends more on what each school is good at as a whole."

"If it focuses on herbology, those Castrubshe students who almost grew up with magical plants will have too much advantage." Dumbledore explained patiently.

"So black magic, alchemy, and herbology are not the main subjects of this competition?"

"Wait, in this competition, can the warriors use potions, and these potions are brewed by themselves or other students together?"

"Group potions that are about to disappear from the stage of history? Those guys from Castrumbushe came here for these?" Snape narrowed his eyes.

Group potions, as the name suggests, are potions that require multiple wizards to make, and one wizard can never make them.

In ancient times, they were often brewed by shamans and given to the leaders to bring victory to the tribe.

However, with the development of potion science, these group potions have been replaced by substitutes that can be brewed by one person and take more time at most.

"Obviously, you guessed right."

"Group potions have been developing in Castrumbushe. After all, they have the most wizards with superb potion skills in the world." Dumbledore said happily.

"Those Austrian and German officials have other purposes? So you want Arthur to come. He knows that your old lover is behind them, so he will be a little wary." Snape continued to ask.

"Then why not let Alastor come, he-" Hearing this, Weasley raised a question.

"Mad-Eye is also an Auror known for his suspicion internationally."

"Plus he has retired, it's better-" Dumbledore's words have not been finished.

Snape immediately said: "It's better to let Arthur, who looks innocent and simple, to receive them, right?"

Dumbledore nodded, "I believe in Gettler, but I think it's necessary to be vigilant about his saints."

After all, those saints have another very famous name, the Witch Party.

The idea of ​​believing in the supremacy of wizards, and not sticking to Muggles and pure blood, has always been popular in the wizarding world.

Dumbledore did not say it clearly. Rather than doubting those saints, it is more like worrying that such ideas will spread in the newly opened British wizarding world.

If it were Arthur, he believed it would be different.

"You chose Arthur for Durmstrang, I'm the one for Castrumbusher, and what about Beauxbatons?" Snape asked suddenly.

"My alchemy is not bad, and if you know the headmaster of Beauxbatons, you should know." Dumbledore smiled mysteriously.

He is really an old riddle man.

"Hagrid or you?"

"Or both?" Snape continued to ask.

"Both." Dumbledore stood up and stretched.

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Harry didn't know how long he stayed at the Weasleys' house.

He hadn't looked at the calendar for a long time.

He didn't even count the time on the Daily Prophet carefully.

These days, he either stayed in his room practicing using the Cutting Charm to carve words on puddings, or walked around the village with Ginny.

They even climbed the nearest Ferret Hill to dig rabbit holes.

Ron didn't want to join in.

But he was pulled away by Fred and George, saying that he was going to test new products.

Harry was very grateful for this.

Harry thought he would be in a daze until the start of school.

However, Hagrid's letter interrupted everything.

It was one morning, and Harry was spreading butter on Ginny's bread.

The familiar sound of an owl flapping its wings came from above Harry's head.

"Hello, Hedwig." Ginny, who claimed to be the hostess, lovingly split a piece of meat pie, picked up a pinch of meat filling with her fingers and sent it to Hedwig's mouth.

"What is this?" Harry spotted the letter on Hedwig's right leg with his sharp eyes.

"Poor, poor."

"I said, why are you so tired, little guy." Ginny touched Hedwig who was pecking at the meat filling again, and looked up at Harry, "Where did this letter come from?"

Harry directly spread out the letter, and Ginny also leaned her head over and leaned on his shoulder.

Dear Harry:

Have you been playing well at the Weasleys' house recently?

Many strangers have come to Hogwarts recently.

They are all the principals and professors of the other three colleges in the competition.

There is one thing I want to ask you. Is the book "12 Secrets to Charming Witches" that Ron recommended to me really useful?

He said that you charmed Ginny with it.

Finally, I wish you a happy birthday in advance.

I asked Hedwig to bring the gift. You will be shocked!

Your friend Rubeus Hagrid

"This hypocrite!" Ginny almost sneered.

"So Hagrid is finally in love?"

"My Merlin!"

"I have to reply quickly. I am afraid that the things in the book will have a bad effect."

"Hagrid finally developed a crush on another witch."

"Ron can't let this be delayed." Harry stood up all of a sudden.

Then, "Ouch!" Ginny covered her head that was hit.

"That--Ginny, I was just too impatient." Harry was at a loss, not knowing what to do.

"This is all Ron's fault." Ginny grinned.

"But, didn't you notice that you still have a gift?"

"Where is the gift?" Ginny reminded.

"I almost forgot." Harry looked around, "Could it be that the news of Hagrid's love affair is all with Ron?"

"Coo!" Heiweide turned her snow-white little head and motioned Harry to look at the ground.

"Is this a book?" Harry guessed from the appearance.

"Could it be that damn "Twelve Winning Treasures to Charm Witches"?" Ginny covered her forehead, looking like she had a headache.

"I know what it is, damn it--"

"Ginny, stop it!" Harry tore half of it and saw the beautiful green cover. He knew what it was.

But Harry still didn't stop it.

The book immediately jumped off the table, stood up, and ran quickly along the table legs, just like some strange crab.

"Huh-huh-chi-what is this?" Ten minutes later, Ginny panted heavily, leaned against the chair and sat on the ground, looking at the strange book that was showing off its pages.

"Obviously, it's a book." After getting rid of Ginny's interference, the agile Harry directly snapped the book that was running quickly with its cover and pressed it under his hand.

The sound of the hurried and dragging walking in the room finally disappeared.