From Azkaban To Hogwarts - Vol 7 Chapter 521

“Only the potion left… thank goodness.”

When Harry came out of the office after Moody’s special training class, he couldn’t help but think of the time when he was nervously trained by Professor William in the summer two years ago.

At that time, he was full of insecurities, and when he passed a street corner, he felt that a Sirius would emerge out of nowhere, and then cast his black magic that could flatten a street.

‘It’s almost…’, Harry turned his head and glanced at the door of the office that had just been closed – Moody’s lectures were much more vivid and scary.

Compared to Professor William’s assumptions and predestination, Professor Moody always likes to use his scars as teaching materials, and even in the corners he can tell that a dark wizard who is in Azkaban or has been asleep has come from a similar place. Touch the experience.

‘He’s more of a combat school than Professor William… but he’s a little less taught in his approach…’

Harry dragged his tired body from all kinds of training to the lounge, while comparing the two professors – whether it was the means of attack, the determination of the spell casting or the damage of the spell, Professor Moody’s side They are very powerful, but the means of retreat are much less.

‘He probably killed quite a few wizards legally…’

Harry hadn’t taken a Moody’s course, but as of today, the professor wasn’t that difficult to get along with, and there was nothing uncomfortable about him other than being a little demanding and acting oddly. . .

To be precise, he would rather practice more times at night than attend potions tutoring—not to mention the shame of being called to tutoring because of poor potions grades, just because Professor Slughorn wanted to take him The look in the eyes of prey makes Harry quite uncomfortable…

However, the physical fatigue has made him unable to think too much. He now desperately wants to go back to the dormitory, take a shower and change his clothes, and then sleep for a while before the make-up class at night – just a while, he really is too tired.

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“Harry! I passed!”

When Harry’s figure appeared in the bedroom, Ron, who had been waiting impatiently, rushed up and gave Harry a big hug.

He really wanted to share that feeling with Harry, he passed the primaries and was the top performer!

As long as he performs well enough in the re-examination tomorrow, he can participate in the training of the academy team as a regular member!

“Great, congratulations.”

There was a natural look of ecstasy on Harry’s exhausted face – and then he shrank back sharply.

pain…

Although the face that was injured during training in the afternoon was treated with magic, Moody’s healing spells belong to the kind of life-saving. Don’t expect it to be so precise. When he just grinned, he pulled the wound… In short, it was very painful. It hurts.

“your face…”

Ron glanced at Harry’s face, and had completely dismissed the thought of bragging about breaking his arm on the last save – it just seemed painful…

“I got hurt during training, it’s a common occurrence.”

“Dumbledore’s lessons?”

Ron was intrigued—or rather, few people in the wizarding world wouldn’t be interested.

“Ah, that’s not it, it’s a course taught by Moody… I haven’t learned what Dumbledore taught…”

Just as Harry was about to tell Ron what Dumbledore was teaching, the door to the bedroom was suddenly opened, and Neville walked in nervously with a few books in between.

After simply saying hello to the two of them, Neville went back to his bedside worriedly, and began to nervously flip through the books that were brought back.

After being interrupted by Neville, Harry didn’t have any interest in telling what he had done. He quickly put on his clothes, went to take a shower to change, and then lay on the bed and closed his eyes. He slept until dinner began, bewildered. Dusky was woken up by Ron.

“good evening.”

Harry yawned and got up, feeling sore all over.

“good evening.”

The smile on the corner of Ron’s mouth could not dissipate until now. Because of the reason of passing the preliminary test, many people already know that the prefect of this grade is a good player in Quidditch, and the goalkeeper can at least enter the top three in the hospital.

After all, it was the weekend, and many people came to ask questions. For Ron, even if he couldn’t make it to the hospital team, he was a little satisfied. At least many people thought that he played Quidditch very well.

“Let’s go to dinner together?”

They called out to Neville, but was rejected by Neville with a scowl.

Before the two could ask, Neville had already begun to talk about his current confusion with a worried expression on his face.

“Professor Slughorn felt that my potion was too bad. He sent me a separate letter asking me to go to his place to make up the class tonight.”

Neville looked up, fear all over his face.

“I…”

“I must have played really bad and then screwed everything up on his side, even had an explosion in his office.”

In desperation, he put his hands on a pile of books that Harry and Ron noticed only now. They were all about potions, including some quick potions books that Snape had mocked.

Ron and Harry were just about to say something, and Neville waved his hand, “I’ll read some books again, you guys go to dinner first, just remember to bring me some sandwiches back…”

“If grandma knew that I was pulled by the professor alone to make up the class, and then blew up the professor’s office, I can’t imagine what she would say… Maybe it’s another roaring letter…”

Neville like this can’t be persuaded, and Harry and Ron can’t force him away – if the books he’s read are spread, they might be laughed at by the Slytherin guys.

It’s good to read a book, although it may not be useful, but at least my heart is not so flustered.

…

“Need to make up lessons… That new professor is real…”

Ron sighed, “But Neville’s potion is indeed like a disaster, and it really needs some tutoring from a professor – but I think it’s Snape’s reason. Neville’s cauldron didn’t blow up last class, didn’t it?”

“Make-up lessons…”

Ron was stunned, UU reading www.uukanshu. Com looked at Harry with a slightly confused expression, “Wait a minute, didn’t you say that you have to go to Professor Slughorn’s side for training at night?”

He looked at Harry, Harry looked at him, neither of them said a word.

…

Ron secretly pinched his thigh with his left hand, trying to keep himself from laughing, maintaining a basic calm.

He and Harry’s Potions grades weren’t too far behind, and Harry was a little better in most cases, but this time—he wasn’t even dragged into make-up classes!

After a long time, Ron finally controlled his expression and said to Harry without any emotion:

“Let’s go, let’s eat first…”

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