Harry flipped through the prince's book helplessly, hoping to find something to save the day.
Then, he scribbled on the right side of an antidote formula for a variety of poisons: Just put a bezoar in your throat.
Bezoar?!
Harry stared at the words for a while. Hadn't he heard of bezoar before?
A long time ago, Snape had mentioned in Harry's first potions class that the stones in the stomach of a cow could resist a variety of poisons.
Yes, he must have said that. Harry had a very, very deep impression of Snape's class...
Bezoar could resist a variety of poisons, no matter what the ingredients were.
This was not the answer to Gobalot's question. If this class was taught by Snape, Harry would not have dared to do so. But now he could not care less. He rushed to the storage cabinet, pushed aside the unicorn horn and piles of dried herbs, and rummaged around. Finally, he found a small cardboard box with the word "bezoar" scribbled on it.
At this time, Slughorn shouted, "Two minutes left, everyone!"
Elwyn had just packed the last few antidotes when he looked up and saw Harry coming back from the storage cabinet with something in his hand.
What is he going to do? When he saw the crumpled brown object that looked like a dried kidney in Harry's hand, Elwyn realized that it was bezoar. Of course, it was a drug that could detoxify poisons and was one of the necessary ingredients for many powerful antidotes.
This was not the answer required for this class, but Harry did find the antidote. What would Slughorn say?
Next to him, Hermione was still hurrying to put a few antidotes into the bottle.
Slughorn's poison had a total of 52 ingredients, and correspondingly, 52 antidotes were needed. It was very complicated.
Hermione had misjudged four or five poison ingredients. She was now making a last-ditch effort.
Although adding more antidotes into the crucible might not be effective, it certainly wouldn't have any negative effects.
Hermione's face was covered in sweat, and her nose was covered in dust. She even threw a clump of her hair into the slowly bubbling antidote.
It was useless. Hair could not detoxify.
Besides, there was not enough time!
Elwyn wanted to help, but he couldn't. He didn't know where Hermione went wrong.
"Well, time's … up!" Slughorn said cheerfully. "Let's see how you've done!"
He slowly walked around the classroom, checking the various antidotes.
Other than Elwyn, no one had finished. Among the remaining people, Hermione was the closest to success, but it was useless. This was the nature of multiple poisons. If one of the poisons was not detoxified, the entire antidote would be ineffective.
There were a total of 52 types of poison components. Without a complete antidote, the final result was death by poison.
However, in terms of results, Hermione's score was slightly higher than the others. At the very least, she should be able to pass.
Compared to her, the others' antidotes were even more unbearable.
On Elwyn's left, Ron had completely given up. He was only trying his best to avoid inhaling the rancid stench of his crucible.
Harry stood there and waited, holding the Calculus Bovis in his sweaty hand.
Slughorn looked from table to table, and didn't say anything about Hermione's antidote.
Then, he came to Elwyn's crucible, observed it carefully, and nodded with satisfaction.
"Great, perfect, a very perfect antidote!" he said. "You did very well, Elwyn. Ten points for Gryffindor. Of course, it's not too difficult to make a variety of poisons with 52 components. The N.E.W.T. level is more than 150. Well, let's see the work of another potion genius … "
As he spoke, he strolled to Harry and Ron's table.
He didn't stay long in front of Ron's crucible. He quickly backed away, feeling a little nauseous.
"Well, where's your result, Harry?" he said, looking at Harry's empty table in confusion. "What are you going to show me?"
Harry held out his hand, and the Calculus Bovis lay in his palm.
Slughorn looked down for a full ten seconds. Harry was worried that he was going to yell, but he raised his head and laughed loudly.
"You've got guts, kid!" He picked up the Calculus Bovis and held it high for the whole class to see. "Oh, just like your mother. I can't judge you wrong. Of course, the Calculus Bovis can cure all these potions! Ten points for Gryffindor. Yes, for your intelligence! "
Hermione's face was livid. She looked like she wanted to bite someone!
After spending a lot of time with Elaine, Hermione seemed to have picked up the bad habit of biting people to vent her dissatisfaction.
Of course, so far, she had only secretly bitten Elwyn once in the middle of the night, and it didn't hurt at all …
If this was Hermione's way of venting, Elwyn hoped that she would bite him a few more times.
She could bite him anywhere, and he would never resist.
At most, Hermione would just put on a show. Unlike Elaine, there was a chance that she would really bite him.
If she really wanted to "teach" Elwyn a lesson, Hermione had a better way, such as turning him into a cat …
As for teaching others a lesson, Hermione's preaching and debating skills were almost invincible.
Hearing Slughorn's compliment, Hermione gritted her teeth and asked, "You thought of the Calculus Bovis yourself, didn't you, Harry?"
"This is the independent spirit that a true potion potion master needs!" Before Harry could answer, Slughorn said happily, "Just like his mother, he has a natural understanding of potions. He undoubtedly inherited it from Lily … Yes, Harry, yes, you did a great job. If you had the Calculus Bovis, of course it would be useful, and you wouldn't have to go through the trouble of making an antidote … But, kid, you have to know that it's not the antidote for every poison, and it's very rare. So it's still useful to know how to make an antidote. You should make the right antidote like Elwyn. I know you can do it, you're just showing your adventurous spirit …"
Well, listening to Slughorn's words, it seemed a bit silly for Elwyn to work so hard to make an antidote. Because there was the Calculus Bovis, because there was the Calculus Bovis, because there was the Calculus Bovis, because there was the Calculus Bovis, because there was the Calculus Bovis, because there was the Calculus Bovis, because there was the Calculus Bovis, because there was the Calculus Bovis, why would he need to make an antidote for so many poisons?
In the end, Slughorn felt that it was a bit wrong to say that, so he tried to smooth things over.
But anyone could see that he was actually more satisfied with Harry's performance.
Harry was in the limelight in the potion class, which had almost become the norm recently. Slughorn's praise for him had shocked everyone from the very beginning, but now they were used to it. Only Hermione was annoyed that she lost to the prince again.
Oh yes, the only person who was more annoyed than Hermione was Malfoy. He didn't seem to be doing very well recently!
Apart from keeping a low profile, Malfoy looked even more haggard. He must be under a lot of pressure.
The task that the Lord Voldemort gave him was way more difficult than he could handle. It was undoubtedly a torture for him …
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