Chapter 20: Potions teacher

　　As soon as he finished speaking, Professor Slughorn gently opened a cauldron on his right hand.
　　 "I think some of you must have flipped through the potions textbook before the class." He said loudly, "So I want to ask, can anyone tell me what potion it is?"
　　 Many students got up slightly from their seats and looked at the boiling crucible.
Inside 　　 is a pot of faint pink potion, which emits white smoke and seems to be hissing.
　　 Matthew frowned and thought for a moment--
　　 In fact, he had already made some preparations.
　　 After knowing that the potions teacher and the dean of Slytherin are some "snobbish" like Horace Slughorn, who only prefers students with prominent family backgrounds or outstanding talents
　　 In his spare time these few days, he has been reading the potions textbook in his free time, and he also checked some potions-related materials when he was in the library.
　　 Strive to be a student with "outstanding talent" in Slughorn's mind.
　　 If a professor and dean can be recognized, it will undoubtedly be of great benefit to his future life in Hogwarts and even the wizarding world.
　　After thinking for a few seconds, Matthew raised his hand.
　　 Slughorn pointed at him.
　　 "This is a decoction of living hell, also known as life and death water." He replied slowly: "It is a powerful sleeping pill that can make the drinker sleepy and look like he is dead."
　　 "Very good, good!" Slughorn nodded happily.
　　 He couldn't help but look at Matthew a few more times: "May I ask what your name is?"
　　 In fact, he had named Matthew's name just five minutes before the call.
　　 "Matthew Wickfield!" Matthew replied.
　　 "Very well, Mr. Wickfield, please sit down!"
　　 Slughorn nodded towards Matthew very politely, and then he started to approach the cauldron on the far right of the classroom.
　　 "Now it's this potion's turn, can anyone tell me what it is?"
　　 The potion in the crucible showed a dim yellow color, and at the same time it filled the air with a fragrant smell, which made people smell very comfortable.
　　 Matthew raised his hand again.
　　 "Try bravely, Mr. Wakefield!" Slughorn said loudly.
　　 "I think, this is a potion of joy..." Matthew stood up and replied, "It can bring happiness and joy to people in a short time, but this feeling will not last too long..."
　　 "Very correct!" Slughorn looked very excited: "Mr. Wakefield, are you a student at Slytherin College or Gryffindor College?"
　　 "Slytherin, sir!"
　　 "That's amazing, I hardly noticed that such an outstanding freshman came to my college..."
　　 The potions professor did not hesitate to praise him, his walrus beard trembling on his smiling mouth.
　　 He walked around the classroom, came to the original crucible on the far left, and gently opened it
　　 "The next question will be more difficult...Is anyone willing to try it?"
　　 Matthew leaned slightly from his seat again and looked at the crucible.
But this time he was stunned... the potion in the cauldron was transparent, and after so long of cooking, it still did not boil, the liquid level was extremely calm, there was no smoke, and it gave off a faint durian-like smell. .
　　 Matthew racked his brains and began to think of "Magic Potion and Potion", but he didn't have any impression of the potion in front of him.
　　 "Yes, this question is difficult... so I don't think there should be..." Slughorn's voice suddenly stopped.
　　 suddenly raised up because of a white hand.
　　 "Very well, this lady!" Slughorn's face suddenly beamed with joy.
　　 It was Agnes Lestrange who raised her hand.
She stood up and said calmly: "This is a light drink. Its effect is to lighten the wizard's body when taken, and can even fly in the sky when used properly... Its preparation materials include Ali Otter's leaves, flying fungus and moonstone powder..."
　　Light potion...Aliott's leaf...
　　 What are these things? Matthew has almost no impression of these things. It may be that there is no record in "Magic Potion and Potion", or he may not have seen it.
　　 "Completely and completely correct!" Slughorn's face showed a very exaggerated excitement:
　　 "Then, can you tell me your name, this beautiful lady?"
　　 "Agnes Lestrange."
　　 "Lestrange?" Slughorn's expression was taken aback.
　　 Then his face quickly faded: "Okay, please sit down."
　　 didn't even look at the girl again.
　　 He came to the last cauldron and opened it.
　　 He directly asked by name, "Mr. Wickfield, can you tell me your answer?"
　　 Matthew did not expect Slughorn to come here, he stood up and looked at the crucible—
　　 There is something like a muddy bubble slowly in it.
　　 "I think... it may be a compound decoction?"
　　 "Not bad at all!" Slughorn showed his sincere appreciation at this time: "I think you should be very clear about its role, right?"
　　 "Add things from the person you want to change in it, drink it again, and within an hour you will become the other person," Matthew answered honestly.
　　 "Awesome!" Slughorn began to applaud first.
　　 also aroused sparse applause.
　　……
　　 After such an opening remark, UU reading www.uukanshu.com potions class officially started.
　　 Slughorn divides them into two groups and instructs them to mix and make a simple potion for treating scabies.
　　 Matthew’s partner is Gryffindor’s Neville Longbottom.
　　 "Matthew, I didn't expect you to be so good!" Neville admired him sincerely.
　　 "Just read more books." Matthew smiled.
　　 "It's just a shame that you were actually assigned to Slytherin." Neville shook his head, but his work did not stop.
　　 But I have to say that his performance is very good, whether it is called dry nettle, or crushing snake fangs, or cooking tentacled slugs, he has done it perfectly.
　　 Everything is going very well...
　　 was the first to finish the potion in the class, and they were both awarded by Professor Slughorn.
　　 Just when Slughorn praised them--
　　 An acidic green smoke suddenly appeared in the underground classroom, followed by a very loud hissing sound.
　　 It was the boy named Harry Evans. He didn't know what he did and caused Ronald Weasley's cauldron to explode.
　　 The potion is flowing all over the floor now.
　　 Moreover, he was soaked in the potion, and there were red and swollen scabies all over his arms and legs. The pain made him scream.
　　 "Oh, boy, what have you done!" Slughorn couldn't help shook his head, and he waved his wand to wipe away the potion everywhere.
　　 "This class ends early, I'll send this child to the school hospital..." While carrying Evans on his back, Slughorn said:
　　 "By the way, Wakefield. You stay here for the time being, there are things I want to talk to you after I come back!"