Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 396: The Potions Lesson (Part 2)

"Mr. Slughorn, that is a compound decoction. The most notable feature is...because of the addition of some liquid weeds, the characteristics of water flow are in line with the characteristics of transformation." He slightly expanded the properties of some medicinal materials

Hermione raised her head slightly, then began to write and draw on her potions book, and began to take notes

"Not bad!" Slughorn applauded.

Pancey suddenly smelled a mixture of parchment paper, broken crystals, dry leaves, and books.

"What about this crucible? Who can answer?"

Slaghorn pointed to the cauldron next to Slytherin. The potion in the cauldron was quietly stored in it. The crystal liquid showed a mother-of-pearl luster, which made people watch I feel encouraged by joy.

The spiral-shaped gas rises slowly, and the gas in it makes people feel happy when they smell it.

The smell Pansy just smelled came from this crucible.

"It's an ecstasy!"

Pansy said first, and she immediately stood up.

"Oh, can you introduce me?" Slughorn asked playfully.

"This is the most effective love potion in the world."

"Interesting, the students in this class are more excellent than I expected." Slughorn praised him.

Many students looked at the potion in the cauldron in shock, the slowly rising gas seemed to have some magic power

"Of course, this is a false sense of infatuation, and you can't get true love." Pansy then added in a low voice, tilting his head and peeking at Malfoy secretly.

He is now in that sleepy look, half-squinted, as if he is always awake, with his left hand lined with his chin, trying to keep himself from falling on the desk

Pansy made up his mind to ask him after class.

"Yes, I'm glad you met this way." Slughorn started to say.

"Potions cannot solve all problems. Emotion is an area that we cannot easily step into and manipulate."

The ecstasy can't really create love. Love cannot be made or imitated. No, this medicine will only cause intense obsession or obsession. This is probably the most dangerous and powerful medicine in this classroom-yes, yes

"You seem to know this potion well? Miss Parkinson." Slughorn looked at his student with interest.

"Of course, I configure..." Pansy said, noticing something was wrong, then turned his head aside, and said, "I've read it in a book!"

"Hmm..." Slughorn nodded in agreement.

"Please sit down." He stretched out his hand and said

Pansy sat back in his place.

I lowered my head shyly again, and the blush crawled to the sideburns on both sides of my ears.

Obviously, I remembered some unpleasant memories.

"You remember it very firmly." Malfoy opened his eyes suddenly and teased.

When it comes to the extent of the fascination solution, he doesn't necessarily have Pansy clear.

"Of course." Pansy admitted subconsciously, and then realized something. A few red clouds flew quickly on his face, and soon the whole person was almost buried under the table.

The potion in the little cauldron was splashing happily. Its color was like molten gold. Large drops of liquid leaped on the surface, like goldfish, but not a single drop was spilled outside.

Everyone showed great interest in this potion, because it smells pleasant

"It seems that Miss Granger still has to answer this time."

"This is a lucky potion."

"I guess you."

"Oh? What's your name? Say it again, I might be a little forgetful." Slughorn stretched the ending.

"Hermione. Granger, sir." Hermione answered politely.

"Granger? Granger? Are you related to Hertok, the founder of the Association of Extraordinary Pharmacists. Dagworth-Granger?"

"No, it should not be, sir. I'm from Muggle and my parents are just ordinary dentists." Hermione said politely.

"It's even more powerful. Without the subtle influence of the ears and eyes, it would be so good."

"Family history can change people's life, but not everything."

Slughorn didn't say anything else because of Hermione's origin, "And you reminded me of someone." At this time, he glanced at Harry Potter insignificantly.

He showed a little nostalgia, and then disappeared quickly.

"Perhaps drinking it and then confessing will succeed." Pansy's eyes were bright, staring at the golden potion without blinking

The lucky potion turned around and was used as a love potion.

This is a peculiar little potion—a blessing potion," Slughorn said. However, if you boil the method, just like the one in this cauldron, you will find that no matter what you do, you will succeed...at least before the effect of the medicine disappears. "

"Then why don't people drink it all day, sir?" a student asked.

"The world is fair. If you overdose, it will lead to dizziness, recklessness and dangerous arrogance."

"But it's good to enjoy some gifts from life occasionally. I don't deny this, such as taking a little occasionally cautiously and sparingly..."

"Have you ever had it?" a student asked with great interest.

I have taken it twice in my life," Slughorn said, "once when I was twenty-four years old, and once when I was fifty-seven years old. I took two scoops at breakfast. Those two days were really perfect. "

He stared into the distance in a daze. All students felt that whether he was acting or not, the effect was very attractive.

"Well," Slughorn seemed to return to reality and said, "I will be the prize for this class."

The classroom was silent, and every bubbling and boiling sound of the medicines around seemed to be amplified ten times.

"A small bottle of blessing," Slughorn took out a small glass bottle stuffed with a cork from his pocket and held it to the class, "It can bring twelve hours of good Lucky. From dawn to dark, whatever you do will be lucky.

"However, I must remind you that the use of elixir is prohibited in organized competitions...such as sports competitions, exams, or campaigns. Therefore, those who have won prizes can only use them on normal days... …And then wait to see how unusual that ordinary day becomes!

"So," Slughorn said, suddenly getting excited, "How can I win this wonderful prize of mine? Okay, please turn to page ten of Advanced Potions Making. We In more than an hour, you will use this time to make a good decoction of living hell. I know that this is more complicated than anything you have made before, and I don’t expect anyone to make a perfect decoction. . However, the one who does the best will win the small bottle of elixir. Okay, let’s get started!"

Only a harsh scratching sound was heard. Everyone pulled the crucible in front of them, and then there was the sound of putting weights on the balance, but no one spoke, and the students’ highly concentrated attention was simply At your fingertips.

"Draco, don't you want it?" Pansy hurriedly raised some herbs, added them to his cauldron, and actively began to brew the potion Slughorn had said.

"I'm not interested." Malfoy shrugged. He still had a lot of blessings, but he was patient, waiting for the best time to use it.

When he threw the herbal medicine, his hand shook slightly, and the light snow cyan in the cauldron immediately turned into a rich purple. He tried his best to maintain an ordinary level.

"Time is up!" After a period of waiting~IndoMTL.com~ Slughorn stepped off the stage and started to tour.

Without the help of the Half-Blood Prince, it seems that Harry has not inherited his mother's talent.

The crucible in front of him was black and horrible, and Slughorn smiled awkwardly as he passed by.

Ron saw a pot of boiling mud.

However, as she passed by Hermione, she nodded approvingly while looking at the pot of light-colored potion that was as calm as lake water.

"The winner of this time is Miss Granger. I wish you a proper use of it and a good enough day."

"The world still lacks true genius." He muttered softly.

"But step by step is also an ability, a well-deserved winner." He praised.

Because in comparison, Hermione’s potion is the best in the class.