Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 436 Hermione's Ambitions

They listened to what Harry said, but not much of it.

Young people are all like that; they haven't even learned to walk yet, but they're already thinking about how to fly.

But their attention was quickly drawn back to Philosopher's Stone 1, after all, what's more interesting than Apparition videos?

Those who chose History of Magic could sneak in some phone use in Professor Binns' class—but not in other classes, and of course, no student was bold enough to play on their phone in Professor Snape's class.

One can imagine what would happen if Professor Snape caught someone using their phone during Potions class.

"So..." Professor Snape began his Potions class, then asked, "Who can explain Gobalot's Third Law—"

Hermione continued to raise her hand high, even though Professor Snape never called her name.

She had actually gotten used to it long ago, but she still refused to give in.

I refuse to believe you'll never click on me.

However, Professor Snape precisely targeted Ron, who was sitting next to Hermione and trying to bury his face behind his book.

A hint of "I've got you" flickered across his lips.

"Mr. Weasley!" Professor Snape suddenly called on Ron's name: "You answer this question."

However, just as Ron's classmates were watching him with schadenfreude, waiting for him to be unable to answer the questions, they found that Ron answered fluently.

“Goblin’s Third Law states that the antidote for a mixture of poisons is greater than the sum of the antidotes for each of the individual components,” Ron said quickly and concisely.

A barely perceptible look of surprise flashed across Professor Snape's dark eyes.

Is that Weasley?
Since you already know the answer, why are you hiding behind the book?
Then, he reacted.

Is it possible that Weasley is deliberately pretending not to know the answer, trying to lure me into calling his name?

Okay, okay, so students these days don't read textbooks anymore, they're reading military strategy books instead?
“Correct, Gryffindor gets two points.” Professor Snape snorted. “But because of your poor posture just now, Gryffindor will lose two points!”

Whether points are deducted or added, the final interpretation rests with me.

If I say I'll deduct points from your account, then you can't add points!

Ron was clearly quite satisfied with the result; he had managed to outwit Snape, something he had never even dared to dream of before.

Over there, Professor Snape was still explaining Gobalot's Third Law.

"...Assuming we have correctly analyzed the potion's ingredients using Scarpin's Revealing Charm, our primary goal is not simply to choose the antidote for each individual ingredient, but to find the additional ingredient that can transform various unrelated components through a process akin to alchemy—"

Over there, Simo's eyes widened in disbelief.

I can't understand it at all.

Of course, part of the reason is that I can't understand it, but the main reason is that I stay up late.

Finally, Snape said, “Now line up and take a small bottle from my desk. You must prepare the antidote before the end of get out of class. I don’t want anyone to burn their hands because they weren’t wearing protective gloves. That would not only cause you pain, but also deduct points.”

Because everyone stayed up late playing on their phones yesterday, it's inevitable that some of them weren't feeling well. Hermione was even yawning while preparing the antidote.

“Your prince can’t help you this time,” Hermione whispered to Ron, her words tinged with sarcasm.

But Ron didn't care much; he was already immune to Hermione's sharp tongue.

However, Ron thought of something interesting.

Antidote?

He remembered that Professor Snape mentioned dung stones during the first Potions class. Although Harry's answer infuriated him, Harry later explained to him that dung stones are stones found in the stomachs of goats and can resist many poisons.

Ron also came into contact with dungstones during Professor Snape's private tutoring.

Ron glanced at Professor Snape, and seeing that he didn't move, he went to the storage cabinet, pushed aside the unicorn horn and piles of dried herbs, and rummaged through it haphazardly. Finally, he found a small cardboard box at the very back with the word "dung stone" scrawled on it.

He opened the box and saw six wrinkled, shrunken brown objects that looked more like dried kidneys than stones.

So he took one piece, put the box back in the cabinet, and quickly walked back to the crucible.

Just then, Professor Snape announced that time was up.

When Professor Snape passed by Seamus and saw that Seamus had successfully concocted an antidote that smelled like durian, his face darkened.

“It seems you’re not just a baboon who likes to swing a stick, but also a baboon who can’t properly understand how to concoct an antidote.” Professor Snape was clearly not one to parrot others’ opinions, and he quickly gave another nickname: “Or rather, the Winged Demon opened your head, Mr. Finnigan, but it left disappointed.”

"And then, Professor?" Ron asked gloatingly.

Professor Snape seemed quite pleased with Ron's supporting role. He glanced approvingly at Ron, who had been performing very well recently, and said, "The dung beetle next to me has a bright look in its eyes."

At first, no one understood what was going on.

But after tasting the flavor, a burst of laughter erupted in the Potions classroom.

"Quiet!" Professor Snape's voice was deep. "As for you, Mr. Finnigan, Gryffindor will deduct ten points for your negligence."

Snape's point deductions are now somewhat inflated, because the Gryffindor students are just too good at scoring points, and Dumbledore always gives Harry extra points at the end of the semester. This means that no matter how many points Professor Snape deducts, he can't stop Gryffindor's momentum.

It seemed that Slytherin would have to wait until Potter graduated before they could turn things around, or so Snape thought.

"And you, Weasley."

Professor Snape then turned to Ron, his face cold.

Where is your antidote?

Ron calmly and unhurriedly pulled the kidney-shaped stone of dung from his pocket.

Professor Snape took the dung stone, examined it for a moment, and then looked back at Ron.

Just when Ron thought he was doomed, Professor Snape finally spoke. "A little cleverness, ten points for Gryffindor," he said.

Ron didn't know why Professor Snape was willing to give him ten points, but he knew that he had managed to squeeze five points out of Gryffindor from that old bat... no, that old professor, which was a feat that no Weasley had ever achieved.

Of course, he had no idea that Professor Snape gave him extra points because Professor Snape thought he had listened attentively in the private lessons and taken notes on the function of the dung beetle.

After class, the news of Ron getting a perfect score in Potions class spread far and wide.

Even Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff knew about it.

That evening, Ron also received a phone call from his two twin brothers.

“We all know, little Ronnie,” Fred said proudly. “You got ten points from the old bat—it’s not just a small step for you, it’s a step for the Weasleys, and a giant leap for Gryffindor… Good heavens, I still can’t believe that a Gryffindor, a Weasley, could get ten points from Professor Snape! Ten points!”

Harry couldn't bear to say it, but even your great-grandfather Gareth never received a ten from Professor Sharp, not even a cumulative ten.

Maybe the Weasley family and every Potions professor are just incompatible?

“We’ve got the phone.” George showed it off to Ron. “We love it. This is the kind of phone a wizard should use—and of course, we plan to upload videos to video websites about the amazing gadgets from the Weasleys Wizarding Tricks Workshop. I want to promote them to the whole world!”

“That’s great news!” Ron said immediately. His two older brothers had made a lot of money, how could they forget their good younger brother?
Indeed, that was the case. After all, the twins bought Ron several dragon-skin jackets after they made money, which looked trendy and fashionable.

Since the advent of cell phones, Hogwarts' nightlife has become much more vibrant.

Hermione and Ginny kept their phones, but the tablets had been lent out and were being used as shared items in the dorm—in short, no one could resist the temptation of these things, to the point that they were secretly competing to buy the latest model when it came out!

"What do you think?" Hermione suddenly said to Harry one evening at dinner, "What do you think about me starting a column on a video website? Like... doing some short science articles or something?"

"A little science lesson?" Harry asked, puzzled.

"It's about things like the history of magic," Hermione said, rubbing her messy hair. "And some basic facts about the magical world, mainly about wizards before they entered school. What do you think?"

Harry opened his mouth.

“Oh, you mean, educational programs like ‘Blue Peter’?” Harry asked, suddenly realizing.

Blue Peter is a children's educational program produced by the British Broadcasting Corporation (BBC) and has been broadcast continuously since its inception in 1958.

Its name comes from the blue Peter the Great flag used in 17th-century navigation.

The program targets viewers aged 6 to 14 and focuses on practical content such as handicrafts and pet care, emphasizing the development of children's hands-on skills and social awareness.

“Yes, it’s Peter Blue.” Hermione nodded hurriedly.

Ron, standing next to them, was completely bewildered, like a duck listening to thunder, having no idea what the two were talking about.

"What are you talking about?" Ron asked, puzzled.

Hermione turned around and carefully explained to Ron what "Blue Peter" was.

“That’s great!” Ron nodded quickly. “If there had been a show like that when I was a kid, I would have loved it…”

At this point, Ron tentatively added, "However, Hermione, I have a suggestion..."

Hermione was delighted that Ron was able to offer suggestions.

She smiled and said, "Go ahead."

"Then it's a deal," Ron said, shifting his hips awkwardly. "You can't get angry after you've said it!"

“How could I possibly be angry?” Hermione rolled her eyes at Ron, amused.

Ron cleared his throat, then wrinkled his nose and said, "First of all, could you please not be so...that?"

"Which one?" Hermione asked, puzzled.

But Harry immediately got it; he knew what Ron meant. Hermione… had a bit of that academic arrogance.

“Yeah, that kind of… attitude.” Ron mimicked Hermione. “It makes you seem a bit arrogant and disdainful… Of course, I don’t think so, I’m just afraid that others will think so.”

You know what, Ron's survival instinct is pretty strong.

“I know.” Hermione nodded, smiled and said, “You’re doing this for the sake of my show. Don’t worry, I won’t be angry.”

“And another thing…” Ron continued, “I think these kinds of science programs have to be interesting, not boring, otherwise kids won’t like watching them, don’t you think, Hermione?”

Hermione agreed with Ron's point of view, so she nodded and said, "You make a lot of sense. Do you have any other opinions?"

“That’s it,” Ron shrugged. “As long as you can avoid those two problems, I think your show will be a hit with kids.”

“How about…” Harry suddenly said, “You could record an episode first, then give us your feedback and let everyone come up with some ideas… Also, I remember many people have preschool wizards at home, right? Let them show it to these little wizards and then let them give their opinions.”

"That's a great idea!" Hermione's eyes lit up, and she immediately stood up. "I'll make a plan right now and see what we should teach in the first episode to keep the audience engaged!"

After saying that, she ran off in a hurry.

“She’s a real go-getter, isn’t she?” Ron shrugged, grabbing a chicken leg from his plate. “But I think she’s really suited for this kind of show, after all… Miss Know-It-All, right? There are no bad nicknames, only bad names.”

Harry suppressed his laughter.

Indeed, Professor Snape was quite adept at giving nicknames.

But Hermione was his friend after all, and it didn't seem right for him to join in making fun of her.

"So what do you think I should do?" Ron asked Harry. "Hermione's actions have made me think about starting a video channel... What do you think of some suggestions?"

Before Harry could speak, the brilliant Seamus spoke first.

“You’ll just livestream yourself eating chicken legs,” he said. “Don’t look at me like that, Ron. I’m not making fun of you—think about it, a lot of people are curious, and you have a particular fondness for chicken legs… Oh right, your gimmick could be a competitive eater, like a competitive eating contest in the Muggle world. You’ll eat as many chicken legs as possible in the video…”

(End of this chapter)