Chapter 37 Slytherin Star

Wednesday morning, herbal medicine class.

　　As expected, George scored ten points for Slytherin again.

　　Originally, this body had followed the old wizard selling potions for many years, so he knew a lot about herbs and potions. With the help of the computer of the original body, the first-grade problems were not difficult for him at all.

　　In the afternoon, George left the castle alone and walked along a path leading to the Forbidden Forest towards Hagrid's cabin.

　　It is now early July, a very comfortable time with neither too hot nor too cold. The path outside the castle is full of various wild flowers, and the green grass extends all the way to the edge of the Black Lake.

　　If you walk a few more steps along the grass towards the Black Lake, you might find a few pairs of senior wizards talking about love on the slope.

　　Children abroad are precocious, and wizards at Hogwarts are even precocious. Many of them start dating in the second or third grade. Only a few, like Ron and Harry, start to develop feelings in the fourth or fifth year.

　　Without disturbing the little mandarin ducks, we walked all the way, crossed the Quidditch field, and walked across a long stone bridge.

　　Finally, at the edge of an endless forest, he saw a wooden house that was magnified two or three times, and a lot of huge pumpkins planted in front of the house.

　　"Wangwangwang!"

　　Just as he reached the door of the cabin, a big black dog suddenly jumped out from the side and barked at him demonstratively.

　　George stared at the big black dog and activated his psychic power. The big black dog was stunned for a moment, then started wagging its tail.

　　"Tooth, stop it!"

　　At this time, the door of the cabin was pushed open, and Hagrid revealed his huge body.

　　"It's you, little boss. Welcome. I just made some rock cakes. You can have some with this little friend."

　　"It would be an honor."

　　George showed a look of surprise on his face. He didn't expect that besides him, there were other guests at Hagrid's place today.

　　"Ginny, why are you here? Don't you have classes this afternoon?"

　　Walking into the cabin, he saw Ginny sitting on a stool taller than herself.

　　As far as he knew, Gryffindor only had Friday afternoons off, and today was Wednesday.

　　"George, you're right. I'm going to get ready for class."

　　Ginny jumped off the stool in a panic and ran out of the cabin in a hurry.

　　Hagrid placed the rock cake he had just made on the table and said with a smile:

　　"The little girl wanted to ask me when Harry usually comes over, but you scared her off. So you should take care of her share."

　　"Mm, what a delicious rock cake. Unfortunately, I just had lunch in the auditorium before I came here. What a pity."

　　George touched his round belly and pushed the rock cake in front of him back with regret on his face.

　　Hagrid's rock biscuits are made according to his own teeth. They are so hard that they can be used as bricks. He doesn't want to knock out his teeth.

　　Seeing that George's belly was indeed quite round, obviously he had eaten a lot of food, Hagrid also showed a regretful look, picked up the rock cake and finished it in just two or three bites.

　　"Wait until next time. Make sure to save some space next time you come."

　　"Hagrid, I'm very interested in magical creatures and have read some books on the subject. I have a few questions I want to ask you."

　　George twitched his lips, then stated the purpose of this visit.

　　The fact that he can communicate with magical creatures through telepathic abilities doesn't necessarily mean that he can tame them for his own use. It just gives him a greater advantage over ordinary wizards.

　　Just like the magizoologist Newt Scamander, it is said that he also has the innate ability to communicate with magical creatures.

　　But the reason why Newt can tame so many powerful magical beasts is mainly because he has a thorough understanding of the habits of magical beasts and can prescribe the right medicine for each one.

　　"You're interested in magical creatures, that's great. I can tell you everything I know."

　　Hagrid had a simple personality. When he heard that George had the same interests as him, he immediately started talking nonstop.

　　George was listening here, and the main body was taking notes at the same time on the other side.

　　The purpose of learning about magical animals is, on the one hand, to tame powerful magical animals for one's own use, and on the other hand, to value the resources of the Forbidden Forest.

　　Many rare magical animals are treasures all over and are essential materials for making magic items and potions. There are quite a few of these rare magical animals in the Forbidden Forest.

　　For example, the poison of the giant eight-eyed spider is worth 100 gold galleons per pint, and there are at least more than a hundred giant eight-eyed spiders in the Forbidden Forest.

　　When it comes to making money, the potion master, who is known as the highest earner, actually doesn't make as much as the magical creature master.

　　It's just that most magical creature masters love magical creatures and don't deliberately use them to make money. Moreover, it's not easy to become a magical creature master. Without a certain level of strength, it's easy to be eaten by magical creatures.

　　Newt was born with the ability to communicate with magical creatures, and Hagrid is half giant.

　　In fact, it is not just for money, because sometimes some things that cannot be bought with money can be exchanged for rare magical animals. It also symbolizes an important exchange resource.

　　On Thursday, there is Transfiguration and Defense Against the Dark Arts in the morning, Charms in the afternoon, and History of Magic in the evening.

　　George got another 40 extra points for Slytherin, which made Slytherin's score far ahead of the other three houses, proving with strength that what he said that morning was not an exaggeration.

　　Because of this, he gradually gained the reputation of Slytherin Star in the school, a rising star of Slytherin.

　　In fact, Slytherin's overall scoring is not weak every year, and with Snape's favoritism, they can win the house cup every year.

　　It was just that last year Hermione, the academic genius, came and inflated her grades severely. Even with Harry and Ron holding them back and Snape deducting points, the gap in the end was not that big, allowing Dumbledore to successfully counterattack by adding points to his score with the Philosopher's Stone incident.

　　And this year George was better than Hermione, not only in other subjects, but also in History of Magic, without the penalty of Snape. Even if Dumbledore was partial to him, a difference of one or two hundred points was understandable, but it would be difficult to make up for the difference of several hundred points.

　　The head of Slytherin, Professor Snape, had the same idea as him.

　　"Does anyone know what ingredients are needed to make a potion to treat boils? George, can you answer?"

　　In the Potions class on Friday morning, when George stood up to answer a question for the fifth time, he felt a little embarrassed.

　　"It's powdered narcissus root, Aconitum napellus, and porcupine quills, professor."

　　"It seems that not all of us are fools. Five points for Slytherin."

　　Snape glanced around the classroom and saw that all the little wizards, except George, lowered their heads.

　　"Next we'll try to make this potion. Hopefully you guys won't be such idiots."

　　While following the steps to make the potion, George couldn't help but sigh that Snape was indeed completely different from Professor McGonagall.

　　In fact, Snape's questions just now were a little beyond the scope of the curriculum. Except for those like George who could look up herbs and magic potion textbooks at any time, it would be difficult for other young wizards to answer them.

　　You say he is biased. Indeed, only George can raise his hand to answer. If you want to be serious, even Dumbledore can't say anything.

　　But George was sure that Snape just wanted him to improve his grades, otherwise he would not have asked five questions in one class. He would probably have to give him more points when he made the potion next time.

　　Sure enough, when he made the potion first, Snape came to him like a big bat.

　　"An excellent potion. Five points for Slytherin."