"Of course, a skilled potion master can induce strong feelings of love, but so far, no one has been able to create a truly unbreakable, eternal, and unconditional feeling that can be called 'love.' This is probably the most dangerous and powerful potion in this classroom. " Professor Slughorn smiled at the focused young wizards. He then placed the lid on the crucible and covered the steam that was spiraling up. The little witches who were attracted by the potion and gathered around the crucible showed greedy expressions, but after Slughorn closed the lid, they realized that they had lost their composure. They hugged their textbooks and retreated.
"Professor, you haven't told us what's inside yet," said Ernie McMillan, a pure-blooded male wizard from Hufflepuff, as he pointed at a small teardrop-shaped potion.
"Oh, right, ladies and gentlemen, what you see is a magical potion called the Elixir of Blessings." Slughorn took the teardrop-shaped potion from the shelf and raised it to the wizards. "But people usually call it …"
"Lucky Potion." Hermione Granger rushed to answer.
Seeing that Hermione had answered the questions correctly, Slughorn asked with a smile. "It is the Lucky Potion, Miss Granger. Have you tried to brew this potion yourself?"
"Professor, although I have tried to brew the Elixir of Blessings, it takes at least half a year to prepare the ingredients and brew the potion. I also have to attend classes, so after persisting for a while, I failed because of the conflict of time …" Hermione shook her fluffy curly hair slightly, a little embarrassed.
"Miss Granger, don't feel ashamed. After all, the brewing process of the Elixir of Blessings is extremely complicated, and the time requirements for the potion master are also very demanding. However, you were able to process the initial ingredients and start brewing the Elixir of Blessings. This shows that your level of potion making is probably enough to get an E or even an O in the NEWT exam." Slughorn smiled and comforted him. Then, he changed the topic. "Of course, if the production is successful, all you need to do is take a small sip, and all your efforts will be successful … at least before the effect of the medicine disappears."
As he spoke, Slughorn's expression was a little absent-minded, as if he was recalling the wonderful feeling of consuming the Spirit Blessing Potion. Regardless of whether the Potions Professor was acting or not, the effect was remarkable. The entire class seemed to straighten their backs.
Draco's hand brushed his light blonde hair that had been changed into a side parting hairstyle. He leaned closer to Pency, stared at the bottle of Spirit Blessing Potion, and whispered, "When we're fighting Quidditch, if I can secretly drink a little of it, it can help me catch the Golden Snitch."
However, Pency, who was used to following his lead, only nodded mechanically and did not say anything. Noticing that something was wrong with his female companion, Draco turned his head and saw Pency Parkinson, who was originally leaning against the wall casually, put down her arms and bent legs. She stood up straight and took two steps forward.
"Of course, the potion is only effective for twelve hours. From dawn to dusk, no matter what you do, it will be a lucky star. Today, I'll use it as a prize. This small bottle of Lucky Water will be awarded to the student who can brew the Elixir of Life and Death first within an hour. The required ingredients are listed on page 10 of 'Advanced Potion Making'. " Following his words, all the Magi in the classroom became excited. Everyone began to flip through the textbooks in their hands with all their might.
Slughorn continued, "But I want to remind everyone that before this, in my teaching career, only one student has brewed the Elixir of Life and Death and won this prize. That being said, I still wish everyone good luck. Now, let's officially begin! "
There were ear-piercing scraping sounds when the crucible was moved, the sounds of books being flipped wildly, the sounds of weights being placed on scales, the sounds of herbs being processed … But no one spoke. Everyone was in a race against time.
Ron also opened the old textbook on his desk. On the first page, it was written, "This book belongs to Laverne Tugwood."
The red-haired wizard then looked around vigilantly and carefully flipped through the textbook. He saw that the drawings in the textbook had changed. Every blank page was the same as the place where the potion was printed. There were many notes, and in some places, several ingredients of the potion that were originally marked in the book had been crossed out. Ron struggled to identify the original instruction manual from the various scribbles on the textbook.
However, the movement around him made Ron raise his head again. The source of the sound was that some wizards were having trouble cutting the Sleepy Bean. Harry slammed his knife down, and the Sleepy Bean bounced away. Ron's roommate, Seamus Finnegan, used his hand to catch the jumping Sleepy Bean. McMillan poked the Sleepy Bean with his knife, hoping to poke out the juice. Ron lowered his head and cut down with his knife. His Sleepy Bean bounced away and rolled a few times on the operating table.
Ron looked up in confusion and found that Hermione's potion had turned into the pale snowy green color after adding the juice of the Sleepy Bean. He looked at some of the wizards who had joined Harris' training class and found that Michael was squeezing the Sleepy Bean with the side of his silver knife. They were not using the original method described in the textbook.
The red-haired wizard suddenly lowered his head. He had just seen the same method in the notes of the Pureblood Princess in his textbook. He narrowed his eyes and found the place where the notes were. He carefully read the notes in the book and saw that the Pureblood Princess had written another note in the place where the Sleepy Bean was sliced: Squeezing the side of a silver knife is easier than slicing it.
Ron simply placed the side of his silver dagger flat and squeezed the sleepy bean. Sure enough, the bean immediately oozed out a large amount of juice. Ron hurriedly dripped the juice into his crucible and was pleasantly surprised to find that his potion immediately turned into the light snow blue color described in the book.
"Harry, Harry, look." Ron elbowed Harry.
"How did you do it?" Harry pushed up his glasses. His hair was messed up by the Sleepy Bean, and he looked very embarrassed.
"You grind it, don't cut it." Ron pointed out.
Harry did not hesitate to follow Ron's method, and sure enough, the potion turned into a pale snowy green color. Ron's confidence doubled as if he had found a treasure. Lavine Tughwood must be an elite potion maker from a pureblood family. Only these guys with family inheritance would know more efficient secret techniques beyond the textbook. Those guys in the training class must have been taught by Family Harris to know this. Thinking of this, Ron immediately picked up the textbook and carefully identified the following content. He had already planned to boil the potion completely according to the notes in his textbook.
While Ron was concentrating on continuing to boil the potion according to Lavine Tughwood's notes, Seamus threw the freshly cut grass root into the dry pot. Flames burst out from his crucible in an instant. His cheeks were dark and his facial features were wrinkled. A large mass of jelly-like green gelatinous substance suddenly jumped out of McMillan's dry pot. What was even more frightening was that this thing seemed to be alive.
Slughorn patrolled the classroom and guided the little wizards who had problems to clean up the mess, but he was surprised to find that this lesson was different from before. Many of the little wizards' methods of handling potions were not consistent with the textbook, such as Draco, Malfoy, and Pency Parkinson. The way they handled herbs was not like a student who had just joined the advanced class, but more like a master potion maker. These little changes were skilled and efficient, and they successfully made their potions boil in an orderly manner.
Noticing that Hermione Granger had taken the lead to stop processing the potion. After adding mugwort powder into the daffodil root, she was waiting for the potion to boil to the appropriate temperature. Glancing at her crucible, Slughorn judged that talking to her at this time would not affect her progress. He walked to Hermione's side and asked, "Miss Granger, please forgive my curiosity. I'd like to ask where you and your classmates learned the knowledge and skills of brewing potions outside of the textbook."
"Professor Slughorn, Professor Allen Harris' training class provided this precious knowledge to the excellent wizards." Hermione straightened her back even more.
"Amazing … I've heard of some of Professor Harris' ideas on education reform, but I didn't expect him to be so open-minded." Slughorn couldn't help but admire Allen. Although this knowledge was actually only for the little wizards who were accepted into Family Harris' training class, Slughorn obviously misunderstood.
"Oh, no …" The red-haired wizard's panicked cry and the sudden explosion startled everyone. "Where's my potion? “
The potion in the crucible in front of Ron had disappeared without a trace, leaving only a wisp of green smoke floating above the crucible. The little wizards around him who directly smelled the smoke felt unusually excited.
Slughorn walked around Hermione's table and glanced at the residue in Ron's crucible. He then picked up Ron's textbook and flipped through it. "Oh? Laverne Tughwood? Oh, Cecily Tughwood's great-granddaughter. I remember her. She has some talent in potions and likes to steal other people's private skills and modify the formulas without permission. However, she's unwilling to be down-to-earth and never wants to verify it … Mr. Weasley, I don't blame you for this incident, but next time, please strictly follow the text of the textbook. Also, I'm afraid those who come into contact with the smoke won't be able to sleep for the next three days … Laverne's imagination changed what should have been a powerful sleeping pill into a powerful stimulant … "
"Hahaha, red-haired Weasley with dark circles under his eyes because he doesn't sleep. Is he trying to imitate a red panda?" Draco immediately mocked Ron who was suffering. "Does he think he's the male lead in some story? That he could easily discover some secret knowledge? "
Slughorn turned his head and glanced at Draco to make him shut up, although his expression was one of schadenfreude. Then, Slughorn took this opportunity to ask the others, "Does anyone know who Cecily Tughwood is?"
"Cecily Tughwood was born in 1874 and invented many beauty potions. She was also the first witch to use this type of potion. Cecily also discovered the effect of Balbo tuber pus on papules. She died in 1966 at the age of 92. There's a line of words on her tombstone: 'Thank you, Cecily Tughwood. She made the world a more beautiful place.' In order to commemorate Cecily's achievements, she's on the chocolate caterpillar … "Pency spoke before Hermione, but before he could finish, he was interrupted by a sudden explosion.
The same green smoke that Ron had just created covered the potions professor who was listening to Pency's answer. Harry coughed a few times and began to apologize to his professor in a timid voice, "Sorry … Professor Slughorn, I forgot that my potions were made according to Ron's method …"
Harry Potter's Invincible Scholar
Harry Potter's Invincible Scholar
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