Hogwarts Everything is Three

"When Ginny came back and said she was not full, Ron saw a box of chocolates in your bed and took it out for her. As a result, many people in the common room divided some..." Parvati said in a voice. With some sympathy and fear, "Harry, luckily you didn't miss the move just now... and luckily I was losing weight during this period, otherwise it would be too shameful like them... Oh, sorry Hermione, I'm not talking about you..."

When Parvati said, Hermione was flushed, her lips pressed tightly between her teeth, "That box of chocolates was given to you by Romida Vanni, and she added it Powerful chocolate...actually I think she added more than one serving."

"Is the situation in the girls' dormitory terrible?" Harry guessed looking at Parvati's expression and Hermione's appearance, "Hermione, I thought you didn't like sweets..."

Hermione, who had been distracted again, yelled back after hearing the words: "I was thinking about other things at the time, because Ginny gave me one!"

"Now the girls’ dormitory is very chaotic. The witches who were recruited went crazy and chased Romida. Romida seemed to be more attractive to them than anything else in the world. They were just like the Muggle horror shown on Wizard TV a few days ago. Like the zombies with no mind in the movie..." Parvati looked at Hermione’s expression a little alert and lingering, "At the time, Hermione hadn’t regained her saneness. She was very fast and strong, and almost instantly took Romida. I grabbed it and pressed it to the ground... the other girls also surrounded obsessively..."

Originally because Parvati said everything outright, Hermione was irritated at her, but now she didn’t care about complaining. Only then did she realize that there were marks on her face, and she wiped her cheeks with her sleeve. ——Because she didn’t eat much and drank the magical potions... it made her mentally recover much faster than others, so even if the effect of the ecstasy did not fade, she was able to regain control Myself, successfully ran out behind Parvati.

"Are they okay?" Hearing Parvati's description so crazy, Harry's eyes widened.

"Apart from Romida, they are all pretty good?" Parvati shook his head uncertainly.

It’s not a big problem. Harry looked at Hermione’s face full of Lavender’s lipstick, and couldn’t help but want to laugh, but he was stared at by the other’s eyes and coughed and said, "We have to find a way to help them solve their problems. ."

"Let's notify Professor McGonagall." Parvati remembered her plan before she ran out of the dormitory.

"No, tell Professor McGonagall that we will definitely get a lot of points deducted." In fact, Harry thought this might be a good opportunity to ease the relationship with Professor Slughorn, so he persuaded: "We eat too much. If you are unconscious, take it to Professor Slughorn, maybe he will be happy to help us. Others can stay here and wait for us to bring the medicine back to them... well, maybe we have to bring Ron? I am totally unconscious after eating too much..."

Even if the effect of the ecstasy did not completely fade, Hermione also made arrangements: "Parvati, you stay here waiting for us to bring the antidote back, watching them not let them leave the common room, lest they go out and encounter any danger , Harry and I will bring the antidote back."

Following Hermione’s order, Harry picked up Ron, who was holding the chocolate box with a smirk, and hung his arm around his neck. The half princess hugged him and walked out of the common room with Hermione. Go.

Harry knocked on Professor Slughorn's door again. Slughorn opened the small window on the door, and when he saw Harry's face hesitated, he habitually closed it.

"Sorry to wait for the professor! We are in big trouble and need your help!" Harry quickly explained, this time he had a more honest reason.

"What's the matter with Winnie?" Slughorn frowned when he looked at Ron on Harry. He remembered another name by mistake, and then he smiled, "Oh, Miss Granger. Here too."

Harry leaned close to the small window and whispered, "Essential agent."

"The potion hasn't expired, right?" Slughorn began to look at Ron with professional interest, "You know, the longer the potion, the stronger the potency."

Ron wailed just then: "I can't see her, Harry... Did he hide Romida?"

"Oh, help him in." Professor Slughorn opened the door and walked to his potion cabinet. At the same time, he said to Hermione with a fully restored smile, "Miss Granger, make the antidote. It should be a piece of cake for you."

Hermione muttered a little embarrassingly as a response, and she was a little embarrassed to say that she was also infatuated.

"We unanimously decided that this must be an experienced master, Professor." Harry relieved Hermione, "We wanted to take him to Mrs. Pomfrey, but according to school regulations, we cannot buy and use Wes. Lay’s Magic and Trick Shop sells this kind of stuff, so, you know... it would be embarrassing to ask... other professors are not as tolerant and friendly to us as you are..."

Ron, who had been in a state of dementia, turned his face up, his eyes flashed brightly, and he looked at Professor Slughorn with joy. He slowly moved over, as if he had infinite love. He hugged his body intently, his entire upper body was leaning against Professor Slughorn, his cheek rubbed against his shoulder, and he suddenly raised his head and kissed Professor Slughorn’s cheek. , And then looked at the pharmacy bottles with a silly smile and said with a clear expression: "Dear Wanni, do you want to have a drink with me?"

The movement of Ron’s hugged Professor Slughorn’s hand stopped. He tried to wipe the saliva on his face but was helpless because of the red-haired boy’s embrace. He turned his head helplessly and said to Harry: “It’s still powerful. Maybe you are right."

Hearing the name Ron "Wanny", Hermione's face flushed suddenly, but she was forcibly suppressed by her surging emotions. She pretended to be unaffected and walked over with Harry. He pulled Ron away from Professor Slughorn and pushed him onto the sofa.

"Sorry professor, about the previous misunderstandings..." Harry walked back to Slughorn and apologized to him.

Slughorn concentrated on debugging the potion, with a relaxed tone: "Let the past pass."

"I think you've been bored with questions for so many years." Harry replied understandingly. "Those things about Voldemort..."

"Don't say that name!" Slughorn interrupted Harry rudely.

Hermione was still under the effect of the ecstasy and did not respond to their conversation. Slughorn watched Hermione’s attention not being here, and hurriedly directed Harry to Hermione’s side. Winked.

Suddenly, Harry approached Slughorn and whispered: "Sorry, Professor, she is a good friend of mine... She knows the situation and doesn't need to hide it from her, and she is actually instigated but she can't support it. Come here, now the spirit is a little confused."

"Oh? Miss Granger is really amazing... Harry, it seems that you have a good relationship with both sides." Slughorn joked with the potion in the potion bottle, and exclaimed, “As someone who came by, listen Let me persuade you, Albus Dumbledore and Alan Harris, you better stay away from both of them..."

At this time, there was a thumping sound from behind them. Originally, Ron just stood up holding a pillow, climbed up on the sand and leaned on the back of the sofa, leaned back and fell on his back.~www.ltnovel.com~ He hit the floor with a charming smile.

Harry hurried back and helped him to sit on the sofa.

"I really admire Miss Granger, your will is so strong, you can remain calm even with this powerful potion."

Professor Slughorn held a cup of pink potion with a charming luster and handed it to Hermione.

"Thank you Professor." Hermione looked embarrassed and drank the potion quickly.

Seeing that Hermione had taken the antidote, Professor Slughorn handed the remaining cup to Ron, "Okay, big boy, dry this cup."

Hermione's expression didn't change much after drinking the potion, but her eyes became clearer, but unlike Hermione, who had a calm face, Ron's silly smile suddenly turned into a look of panic.

Ron finally recovered. He felt a little salty on his lips, and asked in shock: "What's wrong with me?"

"Emotional agent." Harry answered as he stood aside.

"Powerful." Professor Slughorn added, taking away both of their cups.

"It feels terrible." Ron sat there in horror, trying to recall what happened before.

"You have to drink something refreshing. I have butterbeer, wine, and aged oak mead here. I originally used it for other purposes, but now this situation is particularly suitable for your situation." Slugho Professor En took out a bottle of beautifully packaged oak honey from his wine cabinet. He looked at the wine in the brown-red wine bottle, slightly raised his head and frowned his eyes in doubtful memories.

Then he shrugged his shoulders and shook his head, took out four transparent goblets, poured golden honey wine into it, and the flames burning in the fireplace reflected the luster of the wine in the glass, crystal clear and charming.