You Want to Learn Potions From Me? Loyalty!

"What, you want me to teach you basketball?"

Lucien's words left Harry stunned for a moment, then he muttered, "Ah, no. Potions, Lucien. I want to ask you to teach me how to brew potions."

Lucien sighed inwardly.

Fine. No one was going to play along with that joke.

"So, you want me to tutor you? In potions?"

Harry quickly nodded.

Putting aside his joking mood, Lucien seriously considered Harry's request.

Why had this kid suddenly decided he wanted to learn potions?

Oh, it looked like he planned to take his advice, brew a bottle of Vision-Clearing Potion, and take off his glasses in Snape's class.

Haha, Snape really had left quite a shadow over Harry. It was enough to force him into studying on his own initiative.

Seeing that Lucien did not reply, Harry hurriedly added, "Don't worry, Lucien, I'll pay for the tutoring! How many Galleons do you want?"

Lucien did not really care about the tutoring fee Harry mentioned. He was not short of that little bit of money.

Although the Potter Family had a long legacy and had accumulated considerable wealth in the wizarding world, was the Grafton family Lucien came from any worse in its dealings in the Muggle world?

How many so-called nobles and celebrities in Daiying had to depend on Aunt Penelope's favor? How many of those people's children had to curry favor with him, the heir to Grafton?

Whether Muggle or wizard, any family that could be passed down for centuries through the changing of eras had accumulated wealth, connections, knowledge, experience, and more beyond measure.

Eh, wait. Knowledge?

Lucien suddenly realized something. An old wizarding family had left Harry only Galleons and that one Invisibility Cloak?

No. Impossible. Even Muggle families passed down their own ways of survival from generation to generation, whether entering government service or doing business.

Would wizarding families not leave behind some magical secrets? Would they not leave behind rare spells? Would they not leave behind exclusive potions or alchemy formulas?

At once, the way Lucien looked at Harry changed.

It was suddenly filled with enthusiasm and appreciation—enthusiasm for inherited knowledge, appreciation for a family's archives!

But Lucien still softened his tone and said as if deeply pained, "Harry, we're friends. How can you insult me with money?"

Harry immediately grew anxious. Right now, he just wanted to learn potions, and in the next Potions class, he wanted to escape Snape's difficulties!

"No, no, no, Lucien, I was wrong. I shouldn't have—"

Lucien cut off his apology directly.

"However, you know me. I like reading. I like learning new knowledge."

"If you're willing to lend me some books to read, then tutoring and potions won't be a problem at all!"

Harry froze, hardly daring to believe his ears.

"Huh? Lucien, you only want books? And only to borrow them?"

Lucien spread his hands as if it were only natural.

"What else? After reading the books a few times and learning the knowledge inside, aren't the books as carriers of knowledge just for collecting as keepsakes?"

"Oh, of course, putting them on the bookshelves at home, filling the shelves up a bit, and showing off in front of others is also one use for them."

Harry nodded repeatedly.

"Right, right, right. You're right!"

"But, but I don't really have any magic books..."

Thinking of this, Harry anxiously pushed up his glasses again.

Seeing Harry like this, Lucien could not help wanting to sigh.

When this kid had visited the Gringotts vault, he had probably grabbed a big bag of Galleons and run, without paying attention to whether there was anything else.

"Don't worry, Harry. Do you think your family, the Potter Family, a wizarding family passed down for centuries, might have left you some wealth of knowledge?"

Harry scratched his head and said somewhat embarrassedly, "Well, I... I didn't notice. I think... I think there were a few books in Gringotts, behind a pile of gold Galleons."

Hearing this, Lucien grumbled inwardly.

Yep. This kid really had just carried off the Galleons and left.

"Don't worry, Lucien. Even if my family didn't leave me any magic books, I have money. I'll go buy books for you!"

Lucien raised a hand.

"One more time. Borrow."

"That is what your family left for you, their descendant. Knowledge you cannot touch is far more precious than money you can see."

Harry nodded again as if pounding garlic, expressing his deep agreement.

"Lucien, what you said makes so much sense. Even though I don't really understand it, it just feels like it makes sense!"

"You really are a warmhearted, kind person. You're willing to help me catch up, teach me Potions, and all you want is to borrow books. You're a true Ravenclaw!"

"No, you should go to Hufflepuff. Oh no, a good person like you who helps your friends should come to Gryffindor with us!"

"..."

Listening to Harry pour out praise without pause, and seeing the loyal look on his face as though he would gladly take a knife for him, Lucien could not help sighing. This kid had been right to go to Gryffindor. The Sorting Hat knew what it was doing!

"Stop. Thanks for the praise."

"Harry, have you thought about where we're going to have these extra lessons and brew potions?"

Harry answered without the slightest hesitation.

"I actually have. We can go to Hagrid's place."

"Lucien, you remember him, don't you? The one who led us to the boats back then. Hagrid."

Lucien nodded and said casually, "Of course I remember. Someone like him is hard to forget."

Harry suggesting they go to Hagrid's instead reminded Lucien of something.

He had to plant ten Chinese Biting Cabbages, and he just so happened to need a plot of land. Even better if it was away from people and did not attract attention.

Hagrid seemed to live right on the edge of the Forbidden Forest. Could he ask him for an empty patch of land when the time came?

If it was only on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, it would be easy for him to get there and easy to take care of them.

Lucien knew Harry had a pretty good relationship with Hagrid. If Harry helped put in a word for him, the chances of success should be quite high.

Mm. The sooner he sowed them, the better. If he wanted to shorten the Chinese Biting Cabbages' two-month growth cycle to one month, he could not waste time.

"Let's go."

Lucien walked toward the Forbidden Forest, waving Harry over as he went.

Harry hurriedly said, "But I haven't got my potion-brewing tools yet."

Lucien pointed at the things floating beside him. They were the cauldron and other items he had not had time to return to his dormitory after Potions class that morning.

"We'll just use mine."

"Harry, since you've chosen to study with me, I'll make one thing clear first."

"When it comes to learning, you have to fight for every second. If you don't outwork others, others will outwork you."

Harry, who followed behind Lucien with a bewildered look on his face, had no idea that he had chosen a "teacher" who would change his entire life.