Hogwarts Wasteland: The Witch from the Borderlands

Because they received a lot of books, the three of them had to go back to their dorm before lunch to move all the books back.

Then he hurriedly ran to the auditorium to eat.

As soon as we settled down, we felt a loud rumble, and everyone's plates started shaking.

A new student immediately screamed, but Percy quickly stopped her: "It's just that Hogwarts has stood up again, don't panic!"

He announced loudly to everyone, "Wand picking is over. It's time to depart for Hogwarts."

"Where are we going?" one of the children asked.

Percy shrugged. "Maybe it's the ends of the earth, maybe it's the corners of the sea, maybe it's a new home with blue skies, flowers on every branch, and a place where everyone can live safely."

All the children were engrossed in Percy's wonderful vision, except for Hermione, who, from the moment she received the textbook, was unwilling to put it down, because it was Potions class in the afternoon, and she was currently holding the Potions textbook and frantically previewing it.

"Relax, my mother is very easy to talk to, she won't make things difficult for the young wizard," Harry reassured him.

"But you, as Professor Potter's son, if you don't get an O in this course, you probably won't be able to go out during the holidays," Ron said with a gloating laugh.

Harry's face immediately fell: "Although I've already learned the first-year material, I'm sure Mom will hold me to the standards of a third-year student or even higher."

"Potion making is an art of precision and inspiration. If you could control the stirring stick even half as well as you handle a broom, I'd be grateful to Merlin!" He mimicked his mother's tone, his face full of helplessness. "Why does my usually gentle mother become so sharp-tongued and sarcastic when it comes to potions?"

Hermione popped a fried grasshopper into her mouth and pointed to a passage in the book with relish, saying, "Your mother is one of only two Potions Masters left who can brew Felix Felicis!"

"Look here, Lily Potter's improvements to the wolfsbane potion are enough to put her in history, and many people believe this is evidence that she surpassed another master."

She turned to Harry: "Who is the other master?"

Harry, clearly reluctant and disdainful, said, "That guy's name is Severus Snape, a guy who joined the Green Flame Party. He used to pursue Mama, but obviously didn't succeed. He's just a guy who became a Potions Master by sheer luck."

Hermione thought that Harry's attitude toward this man was clearly influenced by his father's subjective interference.

"By the way, there are actually more than two." Ron suddenly said mysteriously, "My father told me that there is also a master in Malfoy Castle who can brew Felix Felicis, but he rarely uses it."

"Why are they all in Malfoy Castle?" Hermione asked, puzzled. She'd heard that term so often lately; it seemed the entire wizarding world was connected to it.

"After the war, the Ministry of Magic around the world suffered devastating blows, but the manors of the pure-blood nobles were unexpectedly preserved. As the largest pure-blood noble family, the Malfoy family took the lead in bringing together willing pure-bloods and building the huge Malfoy Castle based on Malfoy Manor. It was a fortress that integrated the power of almost half of the European wizarding world. Perhaps it didn't have as much advanced magic as Hogwarts, but you could buy almost anything a wizard needed there," Harry explained.

"Flying broomsticks, magic books, magical creatures, cauldrons, clothing, food and water—as long as you have money, you can live very well there."

"And all sorts of dark magic items. As long as they can make money, those purebloods will sell anything!" Ron said disdainfully.

"But life is tough for the wizards there too," Harry said. "The purebloods monopolize everything. Even the bank that holds Galleons is guarded by their house-elves. You can't survive there if you're not willing to bow down to the purebloods."

"Does that sound even worse than the Malays?" Hermione said.

"The Dark Lord would look down on them!" Harry scoffed. "They were supposedly so confident that they could negotiate with the Dark Lord, but they were kicked out by Madam Rosier before they even got a chance to meet him."

"Lucius, as the leader of Malfoy Castle, would actually condescend to teach at Hogwarts?" Hermione wondered.

"Malfoy Castle is a parliamentary system, and in recent years, the Speaker has been from another family. But if I remember correctly, next year, the position should return to the Malfoy family." Ron counted on his fingers: "It is said that Lucius has been trying to get the Speaker to serve for life, but he has never succeeded. After his last failure, he came to Hogwarts in a fit of anger."

"I feel like things aren't that simple," Hermione said casually, then stopped caring and had less and less time to read.

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Hermione didn't reluctantly lift her eyes from her textbook until Professor Potter walked into the classroom.

The beautiful witch smiled and surveyed all the young wizards before slowly saying, "Mr. Malfoy."

Draco paused, then immediately stood up: "Yes, Professor, I'm here."

"What should I prepare if I need a piece of Prussian blue?"

Draco was bewildered: "I don't know... Professor..."

Looking at Lily's expression, he asked, puzzled, "Isn't this Potions class? Why do we need to learn about a pigment?"

"Harry?" Lily asked.

"We need to prepare wood ash and cow's blood, Mother," Harry immediately stood up and answered loudly.

"Call me Professor in class." Ms. Potter was pleased.

He then turned to Draco: "Mr. Malfoy, if you had a bundle of seaweed in front of you, how would you use it?"

Draco remained bewildered: "I don't know... Professor."

"Harry?"

"I'll use them to extract seaweed gum, which is a great thickener and stabilizer, Mom... Professor!"

But this time, Ms. Lily didn't seem particularly satisfied. She scanned the class and asked, "Does anyone else have any other ideas?"

At that moment, Hermione raised her hand.

"Miss Granger?"

"It can also be used to treat radiation sickness and is an important ingredient in making anti-radiation medicine," Hermione replied succinctly.

"Gryffindor +1 point," Lily said with satisfaction.

She turned to look at the pale-faced Draco: "Mr. Malfoy, if I may be so bold, it's not that I have any prejudice against you."

She carefully chose her words: "But just yesterday you underwent anti-radiation treatment, and you personally drank a bottle of anti-radiation potion. Prussian blue and seaweed extract are both important components of it. In addition, this is the most important thing we will learn in the first year—the preparation of anti-radiation potion."

"Please have a seat," she said with a hint of regret, then addressed everyone, "Why didn't you write these down? Oh, I really hope Miss Granger wasn't the only one who did the pre-class preparation."

It was obvious to the naked eye that Hermione had aroused the hostility of several eaglets, but they had only just gotten their hands on the textbooks, and even the quickest readers had only skimmed through a few pages.

Ms. Lily then looked at Harry: "As for you, Mr. Potter, come to my office after class."

Hermione and Ron gave him a "good luck" look, and Ms. Lily wasn't as kind as she usually was.