Strong Aphrodisiac, the most effective love potion in the world.
When it was introduced, it would usually be noted that this potion was extremely dangerous!
Strong Aphrodisiac could make people fall in love, but it wasn't true love, it was mental deception.
Like the Soul Snatch Curse, it could control a person and make them fall in love irresistibly. Unable to control their emotions and body, they would be willing to do anything for the person, including sacrificing their own lives.
In a sense, it was even scarier than the Soul Snatch Curse.
Lord Voldemort's mother had once used Aphrodisiac to make old Riddle fall in love with him. In the end, he gave birth to Lord Voldemort.
There were many similar cases in history. Some Dark Wizards would use this method to make the Muggle King fall in love with a woman or themselves. In this way, they would indirectly control the whole country and take advantage of the opportunity to complete their evil plans.
Elwyn didn't want to use Aphrodisiac, but he couldn't deny that the smell was very pleasant.
He could keep a bottle with him. In the dead of night, when he was lonely, he could take it out and smell it. The effect was very good …
Don't get me wrong. Another characteristic of Aphrodisiac was that different people would smell different things.
It was based on what everyone liked, needed, and loved the most in their hearts. In other words, the smell of love.
Elwyn had just smelled Hermione's unique fragrance. Well, it could also be the smell of shampoo. Anyway, it was very reassuring. It was mixed with the fragrance of his favorite flowers, which made his body react strangely.
"All right, all right, all right!" Slughorn said, walking to the podium.
Through the hot steam, his big body seemed to be floating.
"Everyone, please take out your scales, potion bags, and don't forget to take out your Advanced Potion Making textbooks. Let's start this semester's Potion Class …"
"Sir?" Harry said, raising his hand.
"What's wrong, Harry?" Slughorn asked gently.
"I don't have a book, I don't have a scale, I don't have anything. Neither does Ron. Because we didn't expect to go to the advanced class, so … "
"Ah, yes, Professor Meg mentioned this before. Don't worry, child, don't worry at all. You can use the materials in the storage cabinet today. I can also lend you the scales. There are also some old textbooks here. You can use them first. After that, you can write to Lihen Bookstore … "
After confirming that they were not going to the potion class, Harry and Ron did not put these things in their luggage.
Elwyn had spare scales, crucibles, and other materials, but he did not take them out.
He felt that this was an opportunity to see if Harry could find Snape's old textbook.
He remembered that there was such a textbook that recorded Snape's improvements to the potion formula and brewing process recorded in "Advanced Potion Making". There were also some spells that Snape had created himself.
To be honest, Elwyn was very interested in the textbook and its contents.
At the very least, it would be of great help when it came to potions.
Previously, when he visited Snape's storage cabinet, Elwyn had specially looked for it, but he did not find anything.
It seemed that Snape did not take the textbook out, but kept it somewhere else.
This semester, he had given the classroom to Slughorn. He might have left it behind when he was tidying up, or Slughorn might have found the textbook somewhere else when he was tidying up the classroom.
There were all kinds of possibilities. In short, one needed luck to find the textbook, and Elwyn did not have this kind of luck.
So, he was going to let Harry try …
Slughorn strode to a storage cabinet in the corner. He fumbled inside for a while and took out two tattered books, "Advanced Potion Making", written by Libasio Polachi, and two sets of faded scales. He handed them to Harry and Ron.
Is this it? Elwyn stared at the "Advanced Potion Making" in Harry's hands.
"Let me see, Harry," he whispered and took the tattered textbook.
The pages were a little moldy, and there were scribbles everywhere. The blank space on each page was as black as where the potions were printed.
It should be this, right? There was no way to confirm it with these.
He casually turned the page to a potion and carefully identified the formula.
"Done!" Slughorn said as he returned to the front of the classroom. He pushed his already bulging chest forward, and the buttons on his vest looked like they were about to burst open. "I prepared a few potions for you to broaden your horizons. Of course, it's just out of interest. When you finish the advanced class, you should be able to make something like this. Although you haven't made it yourself, you must have heard of it. Can anyone tell me what this one is? "
He pointed to the crucible closest to Slytherin's table. There was only water boiling inside.
This obviously could not be water, so it could only be …
Hermione raised her well-trained hand first, and Slughorn pointed at her.
"It's a truth-telling potion, a colorless, odorless potion that forces the person who drinks it to tell the truth," Hermione said.
"Very good, very good! It's a truth-telling potion. It's really amazing to be able to recognize it. Now … "Slughorn said happily. He pointed to the crucible closest to Ravenclaw's table." This one is more famous. Recently, several pamphlets issued by the Ministry have also highlighted it. Who knows? "
Before he could finish, Hermione raised her hand again.
"It's a compound decoction, sir," she said.
In the second crucible, there was a bubbling mud-like substance. They had brewed this potion when they sneaked into Slytherin's common restroom. Hermione was especially familiar with it. She had helped Elwyn make it many times!
"That's great, that's great! And here's this … What do you say, dear? "Slughorn said.
He saw Hermione raise her hand again and looked a little surprised.
"It's a powerful aphrodisiac!"
"Exactly. There's no need to ask." Slughorn showed his sincere admiration and said, "I'm sure you know what it's for?"
"It's the most effective love potion in the world!" Hermione said.
"Very true! You recognized it, I suppose, by its peculiar lustre of mother-of-pearl? "
"There's also its unique spiral-shaped pink steam, which is unique among all the potions." Hermione said with great interest. "And its smell varies from person to person, according to what they like the most. I can smell freshly mowed grass, new parchment, and … "
She suddenly blushed and stopped talking. She just stole a glance at Elwyn beside her.
Unfortunately, Elwyn did not hear this. He was concentrating on studying the dirty textbook.
Otherwise, he would have guessed that Hermione might be talking about the smell of his saliva …
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