The students in the class were very concerned about the magic potion, the Elixir of Fortune.
But Jon knew that the magical effect of the Elixir of Fortune was not to change luck, but to guide it.
It was like a time converter.
There was no real time converter in this world, and there was no magic that could really manipulate time. The so-called time converter was just a record, and through constant jumping, it found the right point of action. The time converter stored in the Ministry of Magic (of course, it was now broken, and only the real one made by the great alchemist in Dumbledore's hand was left) probably worked this way.
Through the powerful prophecy magic inscribed inside the time converter, it figured out what the user needed to do, such as learning or something else. It was the time converter that first knew what the user needed to learn, and then divided into a shadow at that time. When the time was up, this memory automatically returned to the user's mind, thus creating the illusion of time travel.
When Harry was in his third year, the time he used it to save the Hawk-Winged Beast, and the time he saved Sirius, the time converter at that time was the real time converter, the one made by Nico Lemour. But even that one used the principle of overlapping time and space, and did not have any effect outside the Hogwarts.
In this world, there was no such thing as changing history, only creating history.
The Hogwarts had a huge enchantment, and this enchantment was a bit similar to Helga's small world to some extent. Under the effect of the Sleeping Dragon Enchantment, time and space could be reversed, but there were also many restrictions. It was not so difficult to reverse the time of a small space, but the huge backfire power also directly destroyed the time converter completely.
Because reversing time was a power that did not belong to ordinary people.
Similarly, something as illusory as luck was the same.
The real role of the Elixir of Fortune was not to change a person's luck, but to find the most correct choice among countless choices. If Jon wanted to, his blood could actually do this.
Because the blood of the Mystic Bird itself had such power, eliminating the wrong choice, there was only one right result. When there was no other choice, as long as this person worked a little harder, he could achieve the desired result.
And most importantly, the Elixir of Fortune itself gave the user a confidence-giving effect, which was a bit similar to physiological stimulation, such as the stimulants used by Muggle in the Games. This thing was also a product of the Wizard world.
But Jon could know this, it did not mean that other students could.
In the room, it began to become chaotic almost instantly. Only a harsh scratching sound could be heard in the room. Everyone had a crucible in front of them, and so did Ernie, but at the same time, he also spared a part of his mind to look at Harry.
"Focus, you don't need to pay attention to him in this class."
Jon, who was hiding in the air, patted Ernie on the shoulder and said in a weak voice in his ear. Hearing this familiar voice, Ernie instantly returned to the time when he was specially trained by Jon. His whole mind gathered in an instant, and he didn't ask why Jon was here.
This is the advantage of the Hufflepuff Magic Research Society's operation. No one will rashly ask something they shouldn't know, especially on a relatively important occasion, they will choose to leave this question for later.
And now, this Elixir of Fortune was obviously more important.
At this time, Jon also walked to Harry's side.
He really hadn't been to class for a long time, so he was very happy to be back in class for a while. Standing here, it was as if he was really in a potion class.
Jon and Harry have the same book in their hands, so they both turn the book in the same way. Jon can understand every record in the book.
Some parts were still a little immature, but others were still very advanced. It had to be said that a part of this was due to the textbook used in the potion class, "Advanced Potion Making". This book had been used for so many years, but it was too old and could not keep up with the changes of the times.
However, it had to be said that the notes in this book were a little outdated in Jon's eyes. Perhaps it was the same in Snape's eyes now, but to the current Harry, it was too useful.
For example, right now, Jon saw Harry finish cutting the grass roots and look down at the textbook again.
There was also a note Snape had written on the top: You know what?
Using the side of the short silver knife to squeeze the juices out was easier than slicing them.
At this moment, Slahogan was talking to Malfoy, who was standing behind the Slythrin table.
If they hadn't spoken, Jon wouldn't have known that Malfoy's grandfather was poisoned to death by the dragon plum … Tsk tsk tsk, this rich family, as expected …
He laughed twice and lightly moved two steps to the right, so as to avoid Slahogan's fat belly rubbing against him. Although no one could see his existence, after all, he was standing there.
At this time, Harry found it difficult to cut the Doze Bean, so he turned to Hermione.
"Can I … borrow your silver knife?"
Hermione nodded impatiently, her eyes never leaving her potion.
The book said that the potion should have turned into a light snow green color, but her pot was still dark purple.
Harry didn't notice her impatience, but took the short knife and squeezed the bean from the side. Sure enough, the bean immediately oozed out a large amount of juice.
This made him very happy, and his anger towards the owner of the notebook disappeared in an instant. Jon saw the change in mood on his face and thought it was funny. After all, he was a young child, and his mood was like the weather in April, changing at will.
However, it was good to know when to change. Jon had never made the Living Hell Potion before, so he took this opportunity to take a look.
Harry held his breath and followed the instructions of the notebook, stirring counterclockwise seven times, and then once clockwise.
The effect was immediate, and the potion immediately turned into a light pink color.
"How did you do it?"
Hermione asked, the heat coming out of her crucible making her face red and her hair more and more messy.
But her potion was still purple, and it didn't change at all.
Harry explained his plan to Hermione. Jon saw that Hermione was obviously tempted, but her rigid personality prevented her from doing as she was told.
Until the time was up, she still didn't make the perfect potion.
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