Harry Potter's Bastard

"Did you see that?" Harry couldn't help but smile and said to Hermione as he stepped out of the classroom door after class, "Snape's expression just now. "

"yes. Hermione turned her head to look at Solim, who was still in the classroom, and continued, "I don't think if it wasn't for the training that Solim gave us, I think you probably wouldn't have made it this today, right?"

Earlier in class, Snape asked the students to try their hand at one-on-one confrontation using the Silent Charm. As a result, Harry and Neville completed the task as a team. This made Snape find no reason to be angry with Harry, but in the end, Snape still deducted Gryffindor's score for "disrespecting the professor", but no one cared. Gryffindor students had long understood that it was impossible not to get points deducted in Snape's classes, whether it was Potions or now Defense Against the Dark Arts.

"Harry, hey, Harry!"

Harry turned his head to look, Jack. Sloaner – A batsman on the Gryffindor Quidditch team last semester, he hurried towards Harry with a roll of parchment in his hand.

"For you. Slapper panted, "Listen, I heard you're captain." When are there tryouts?"

"It's not settled yet," said Harry, who privately thought that Laugher was back on the team, unless the stars were shining, "and I'll let you know when the time comes." "

"Oh, okay. I would have liked to have been—"

But Harry no longer listened to him, and he recognized the long, skewed handwriting on the parchment. Before Laughper could finish speaking, he hurried away with Ron and Hermione, unfolding the parchment as he went.

Dear Harry,

I'm going to start giving you individual lessons this Saturday. Please come to my office at 8 o'clock in the evening. I hope you enjoyed your first day of school.

You are faithful

Albus. Dumbledore

Also, I love sour soda.

"He likes sour sodas?" Ron said, reading the text messages over Harry's shoulder, confused.

"That should be the password. "Harry had been to the Headmaster's office several times, and knew that he would have to give the command to get through the two stone beasts.

"What are you doing here?" Solim's voice came from behind, "Potions class next, why don't you hurry over?"

"Yes, we're getting ready to go. Harry tugged at the bag of his bag, and thanks to the early leak of some information, Harry had already prepared the Potions books.

"What's that?" said Solim, gesturing to the parchment.

"Dumbledore, he's going to counsel me - it's eight o'clock on Saturday night. Instead, he generously handed the letter into Solim's hand.

"What do you say, what is Dumbledore going to teach Harry?" Hermione asked, "Powerful spells, or some advanced defensive technique?"

"No, it won't. Solim returned the parchment to Harry, "It's obviously impossible for Dumbledore to teach this kind of thing himself. "

A group of people were rushing to the basement in the crowd, and there were many students on the way, especially here on the main staircase, which was full of students.

"What do you mean?" Harry didn't quite understand.

"That means Dumbledore doesn't have that much time to teach you the skills of combat. "Solim was still thinking about Goyle and Crabbe at this time, and it was very easy to walk through the crowd when they were there.

"And even if he had extra time, I don't think you'd be good enough for Dumbledore to teach him personally. Solim's words were blunt.

Harry's magic skills weren't good enough for Dumbledore to teach one-on-one, even if he was the so-called "savior". Harry's current level is that of a primary school student, and he is a sixth grade elementary school student who is about to enter junior high school, and it is not a waste to let a doctoral supervisor in mathematics like Dumbledore teach a primary school student? Not to mention let other professors teach him, Solim is more than enough to teach Harry.

Besides, Harry had some talent, but he wasn't a gifted genius. No matter how hard he worked on magic, he couldn't compare to Voldemort's - at least not for a decade or two, so improving Harry's spellcasting ability wasn't a priority.

"The first thing you need to do to defeat your enemies is to know your enemies. Solim said, "That person's character, that person's past, what weaknesses he can exploit, what strengths do he have that need to be avoided...... I think that's what Dumbledore is trying to teach you. "

After listening to Solim's analysis, Harry thought for a moment and said, "You mean, Dumbledore's counseling was to make me know more about Voldemort?"

Hearing the name from Harry's mouth again, Solim didn't bother to correct his thoughts, let him be.

"I think the answer to that question won't be long before you know. Solim saw that many of the students were already standing in the hallway outside the classroom.

Solim took a quick glance and found that there were only a dozen or so students in the Potions class - apparently, under Snape's influence, most of the students were not interested in the subject, and due to information issues, many students did not know in advance that the Potions class would be changing professors this semester.

The students streamed into the classroom, and Slughorn was greeted by a warm look at Harry and Solim.

Unlike usual, the underground classroom was already filled with steam and all kinds of strange smells. And the layout was very different from when Snape was in class, with several huge workbenches surrounded by each other, rather than in rows like before.

"Alright, alright, alright," Slughorn said. Looking through the many hot vapors, his large figure seemed fluttering. "Ladies and gentlemen, please take out the scales, the medicine bag, and, don't forget to take out your "Advanced Potions Making" textbook ......"

There was a clang, and the students, including Solim, began to dig out the contents of their school bags.

"Alright," Slughorn said as he returned to the front of the room, his already bulging chest pushed forward again, and the buttons on his vest were about to burst off, "I've got a couple of potions to open your eyes, just out of interest, of course." By the time you've completed the Advanced Class, you'll be able to make something like this. You haven't done it yourself, but you've certainly heard of it. Can anyone tell me what this one is?"

Slughorn pointed to one of the cauldrons—a pot of clear, odorless, calming potion like water.

There was no doubt that Hermione's arm was raised as soon as Slughorn finished speaking—the students were already surprised by this, but Slughorn was clearly seeing Hermione for the first time. _

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