Two Worlds: I studied abroad at Hogwarts

Chapter 39: Adding Wood to the Fireplace

None of the young wizards could find any knowledge points about advanced fire magic.

Because the books related to this part are all placed in the banned books area.

Even when Hermione bravely went to Professor Flitwick to ask for approval, she was not granted.

This time, Ron did not laugh at Hermione, who was originally full of confidence but ultimately failed to get the approval.

Because he also really wants to see these advanced fire magic.

After learning that Hermione did not get the approval slip, Moon sat back down and started doing his homework again.

In his original assignment, he had not written about the connections between fire spells, especially those related to cooking and daily life.

Although Moon has now attended Hogwarts, he has always believed that magic and ordinary life are two things that cannot be combined.

He never imagined that the smallest things in life could be related to fire magic.

For example, Ron often said that his mother used magic to iron clothes.

These days where magic shadows are everywhere in life make Moon feel a sense of anticipation.

In the afternoon flying class, Moon finally tried flying.

After the last lesson, Madam Hooch only allowed everyone to be six feet off the ground.

This was also the distance she could reach out and grab the little wizards.

Of course, she also agreed that students with flying talents could practice freely.

Harry thus became the favorite in the flying class. He flew fast and steadily, and the entire sky above the meadow was filled with his laughter.

"Come on! Moon, I know you can do it!"

Harry's voice came from above, but Moon ignored it.

His broom was no match for the Nimbus 2000, so he kept flying steadily at an altitude of six feet.

Although the vision at this height is not very good, Moon has become more and more proficient in using the broom.

Basic flying techniques such as turning and sudden braking also began to be mastered gradually.

Malfoy, who was not far away, was staring angrily at Harry at the top. His broom was also provided by the school, and he couldn't even catch up with the tail of Harry's broom.

As for Neville, he alone had almost all of Madam Hooch's attention.

He was also the only little wizard who practiced communicating with his broom throughout the class.

"Get up~"

"Get up~~"

"Get up~~~"

With Neville shouting "Get up", the flying lesson ended.

Moon, who had finished his spell homework in the evening, started adding wood to the fireplace.

He had failed fifteen times, and after sweeping the sawdust into the fireplace once more, Moon took out five more sticks and began carving.

On Friday morning, Moon woke up a little earlier than usual.

Because today, in addition to adding wood to the fireplace, he also had to review the Potions course.

If coming to Hogwarts to learn magic is joyful, then Snape's Potions class is the only shadow for the Gryffindor little lions.

Even Hermione, who is the best student, is no exception.

Last week, she was deducted one point for answering a question quickly, which Snape deemed her to be violating class discipline.

Therefore, the two consecutive Potions classes on Friday became the main battlefield for Gryffindor freshmen to defend their house points.

Of course, in addition to Professor Snape's strict and slightly biased teaching methods, the heavy and practical workload of Potions itself is also one of the reasons why freshmen lose points.

It's only been three weeks since school started, and Moon is about to learn his third potion.

This forceful infusion of new knowledge every week makes one doubt the professor's intentions.

But Snape obviously didn't care about all this. As soon as the class started, he hurried to the podium with his cloak swinging.

After the roll call, Harry was questioned as usual, followed by another round of belittling. "Well, I hope you won't end up like Potter, who even after preparing for the lesson didn't understand the key points."

After Snape finished speaking to Harry with a lingering feeling, he stared at Moon and Neville who were sitting in front of him.

"Mr. Longbottom! This time I want you to do the whole process yourself."

Neville swallowed and nodded with an effort.

"Okay! Next, turn to page 17. Today we're going to make a potion to heal cuts."

Neville participated in the whole process this time, but every step he took was under the guidance of Moon.

"Wait, only put one piece of hemostatic grass at a time."

“Then, add the healing fern, a small section at a time.”

"Finally, add the tranquilizing flower. Put the whole flower in, but be careful not to grind it too much."

Neville was using a mortar to pre-process the herbs, while Moon directed him while stirring the cauldron.

Boiling on the fire was pure spring water and a pinch of dragon scale powder.

This boiled liquid tightens and contracts the skin, helping wounds heal.

After the first lesson, Moon was not confident in letting Neville touch this semi-finished product.

Because the book said that this unformed liquid would produce a strong contraction force after contacting the skin, Moon didn't dare to think about the consequences.

Add the ground herbs to the crucible in three batches, then simmer over high heat until the liquid is about to become transparent. Turn off the heat immediately, then add a drop of elf tears and stir quickly.

Once the liquid medicine turns into a blue, crystal clear paste, the potion for healing cuts is considered successfully brewed.

"Hmm~"

This was Professor Snape's highest praise for the work of Moon and Neville in their two classes.

After class in the morning, Moon quickly finished his meal and brought Bengbeng to the edge of the forbidden forest again.

All his sticks had turned to ashes in the fireplace, and he had to prepare a new batch.

As for Bong, Moon promised it that he would come to Hagrid to ask for some dried insect snacks.

After returning from the edge of the Forbidden Forest, Moon went to the greenhouse to check on the growth of the three large trees.

After the potion was no longer applied, the growth rate of the three large trees slowed down significantly.

The small cut Moon had made on the willow had healed and grown into a raised bump.

Using his fingers to indicate the location of the bump, Moon discovered that the area of ​​the willow tree's magical properties had grown by five inches in that week.

"I think they're still digesting the potion residue."

Cedric reappeared in the greenhouse, and he glanced at the bundle of sticks at Moon's feet, visibly relieved.

"I think the professor is overthinking it. She thought you were going to study plants that have long been extinct."

Although Cedric didn't say the name, Moon knew which professor he was talking about.

In the Herbology class on Monday, Moon asked Professor Sprout some questions about the giant willow tree out of curiosity.

But he didn't expect the professor to care so much about his behavior.

"Of course, I'm still making wands, but progress is slow."

"Don't be discouraged. The magic wand is the brightest star in plant magic for over two thousand years. I think it's amazing that you can make it in just one year."

Moon automatically ignored the time Cedric mentioned.

He admitted that he was slow at making wands, but a year was something he had never imagined.

"Of course, I didn't expect that you would choose to make a wand as your ticket to the club." Cedric said, shaking his head regretfully.

He thought that the club would welcome the youngest member this year, which would be a glorious achievement for him as the club secretary.

But seeing Moon's determined look, Cedric added another sentence.

"Of course, if you can succeed, it will be the most powerful ticket the club has ever had."

　Seeking follow-up reading, monthly tickets, and recommendation tickets from the little wizard
　　
　
(End of this chapter)