"Mr. Slughorn, that is a compound decoction. The most notable feature is... because some sap grass is added, which matches the characteristics of water flow." He slightly expanded the properties of some medicinal materials
Hermione raised her head slightly, then began to write and draw in her potion book, taking notes
"Good!" Slughorn clapped his hands.
Pansy suddenly smelled a mixture of parchment, broken crystals, dry leaves and books.
"What about this cauldron? Who can answer?"
Slughorn pointed to the cauldron next to Slytherin. The potion in the crucible was quietly being stored in it. The crystal clear body showed a mother-of-pearl luster, which made people feel Be rejoiced.
The spiral gas rises slowly, and the gas in it makes people feel happy when they smell it.
The smell that Pansy smelled just now came from this cauldron.
"It's a love potion!"
Pansy spoke first, and she stood up immediately.
"Oh, can you introduce me?" Slughorn asked playfully.
"It's the most potent love potion in the world."
"Interesting, the students in this class are better than I imagined." Slughorn praised.
Many students looked at the potion in the crucible in shock, the slowly rising gas seemed to have some magical power
"Of course, this kind of infatuation is false, and you can't get real love." Pansy then added in a low voice, tilting her head and sneaking a glance at Malfoy.
He looks sleepy now, with half-closed eyes, as if he has not woken up all the time, with his left hand lining his chin, trying his best not to fall down on the desk
Pansy made up her mind to ask him after class.
"Yes, I'm glad you have that realization," said Slughorn, spreading his hands.
"Potions can't solve everything. Emotion is an area that we can't easily set foot in and manipulate."
Love potions don't really create love. Love cannot be manufactured or imitated. No, this potion causes nothing but intense obsession or fascination. This is probably the most dangerous and powerful drug in this classroom - yes, that's right
"You seem to know a lot about this potion? Miss Parkinson." Slughorn looked at his student with great interest.
"Of course, I configured..." Pansy said as he noticed something was wrong, then turned his head to the side, and said instead: "I read it in a book!"
"Hmm..." Slughorn nodded approvingly.
"Sit down, please," he said, holding out his hand
Pansy sat back in his seat.
She lowered her head shyly again, and the blush crawled to the temples on both sides of her ears.
Obviously recalled some not so good memories.
"You remember this very firmly." Malfoy suddenly opened his eyes and joked.
When it comes to the degree of infatuation relief, he may not be as clear as Pansy.
"Of course." Pan Xi admitted subconsciously, and then suddenly realized something, a few patches of blush quickly flew on his face, and soon he was almost buried under the table.
The potion in the small crucible splashed cheerfully, its color was like molten gold, big drops of ** jumped on the surface, like goldfish, but none of them spilled out.
Everyone expressed great interest in this potion, because it smelled very pleasant
"It seems that Miss Granger has to answer this time."
"It's a lucky potion."
"I guess you."
"Oh? What's your name? Again, I may be a little forgetful." Slughorn drew out the end of his voice.
"Hermione. Granger, sir." Hermione replied politely.
"Granger? Granger? Are you related to Hattok Dagworth-Granger, the founder of the Extraordinary Pharmacists Association?"
"No, it shouldn't be, sir. I'm Muggle-born, and my parents are just ordinary dentists." Hermione said politely.
"That's even more powerful. Without the subtle influence, it would be so good."
"Family background can change people's fate, but it's not everything."
Slughorn didn't say anything else because of Hermione's origin, "And you remind me of someone." At this moment, he gave Harry Potter a subtle look.
There was a look of nostalgia, and then quickly disappeared.
"Maybe drinking it and then confessing will succeed." Pansy's eyes were shining, and she looked at the golden potion without blinking.
The Lucky Potion turned the corner as a love potion.
It's a curious little potion—Felix Felicia," said Slughorn, "so complicated to brew that it can be disastrous if you get it wrong. However, if cooked properly, as in this cauldron, you'll find that whatever you do will succeed... at least until the effects wear off. "
"Then why don't people drink it all day, sir?" asked a student.
"The world is fair, and if taken in excess, it can lead to dizziness, recklessness and dangerous megalomania."
"I don't deny that it's nice to enjoy some of life's gifts once in a while, such as taking a little cautiously and sparingly once in a while..."
"Then have you ever drank it?" a student asked very interestedly.
I've taken it twice in my life," said Slughorn, "once when I was twenty-four and once when I was fifty-seven. Take two scoops with breakfast. Those two days were perfect. "
He stared blankly into the distance. All the students found the effect, whether he was acting or not, very enticing.
"Well," said Slughorn, seemingly returning to reality, "I'll be the prize for this class."
There was silence in the classroom, and every bubbling and boiling sound of the medicines around seemed to be amplified ten times.
"A little bottle of Felix Felicia," said Slughorn, drawing a corked phial from his pocket, and holding it up to the class, "will bring twelve hours of good luck. From From day to night, whatever you do, you will have auspicious stars shining brightly.
"However, I must remind you that Felix is forbidden in organized competitions...such as sports competitions, exams or elections. Therefore, whoever gets the prize, can only use it on an ordinary day...and wait and see How extraordinary would that ordinary day be!
"So," said Slughorn, suddenly brightened, "how can I win my wonderful prize? Well, please turn to page ten of Advanced Potion-Making. We have another Hours, and that's the time you've spent making a good potion of living hell. I know, it's more complicated than anything you've ever made before, and I don't expect anyone to make a perfect potion. Still, The one who does the best will win the vial of Felix Felicity. Now, let's get started!"
There was only a harsh scratching sound, everyone pulled the crucible in front of them, and then there was the sound of weights being placed on the balance, but no one spoke, and the highly concentrated attention of the students was within reach .
"Draco, don't you want it?" Pansy hurriedly picked up some herbs, added them to his cauldron, and actively started brewing the potion that Slughorn said.
"I'm not interested." Malfoy shrugged. He still had a lot of Felicia, but he was just patiently waiting for the best time to use it.
When throwing in the herbs, his hands trembled undetectably, and the pale snow-blue color in the crucible immediately turned into a rich purple. He tried his best to maintain an ordinary level.
"It's time!" After waiting for a while, Slughorn stepped off the podium and began his inspection.
Without the help of the Half-Blood Prince, it looks like Harry hasn't inherited his mother's talents.
The cauldron in front of him was emitting black gas and looked horrible. When Slughorn passed by him, he showed an embarrassed smile.
Before Ron's eyes was a pot of boiling mud.
But when passing in front of Hermione, looking at the light-colored potion as calm as lake water, he nodded approvingly.
"The winner this time is Miss Granger. I wish you use it properly and have a good enough day."
"This world still lacks real geniuses." He muttered in a low voice.
"However, step-by-step is also an ability, a well-deserved winner." He praised.
Because in comparison, Hermione's potion was the best in the class.