Chapter 396: Potion Lesson (Part 2)

"Mr. Slughorn, that is a compound decoction, the most notable feature is... because of the addition of some liquid grass, and the characteristics of water flow are in line with the changing characteristics." He slightly expanded the properties of some herbs
Hermione raised her head slightly, then began to write and draw on her potion book, and took notes
"Good!" Slughorn applauded.
Pansy suddenly smelled a mixture of parchment, shattered crystals, dry leaves and books.
"Then in this crucible? Who can answer?"
Slughorn pointed to the crucible next to Slytherin. The potion in the crucible was quietly stored in it. The crystal liquid showed a mother-of-pearl luster, which made people feel as if they were watching. Rejoice.
The spiral gas slowly rises, and the gas in it makes people happy when they smell it.
The smell Pansy had just smelled came from this crucible.
"It's an obsession!"
Pansy said first, she stood up immediately.
"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 better than I thought." Slughorn praised.
Many students looked at the potion in the crucible in shock, the slowly rising gas seemed to have some magic power
"Of course, this is a false sense of infatuation, and no real love can be obtained." Pansy then added in a whisper, tilting his head and secretly glancing at Malfoy.
He is now that sleepy look, squinting his eyes, as if he has never been awake, his left hand is lined with his chin, and he tries his best not to fall on the desk
Pansy made up his mind to ask him after class.
"Yes, you can have such an understanding, I am very happy." Slughorn said, spreading his hands.
"Potion can't solve all problems, emotions are an area that we can't easily dabble and manipulate."
Obsessive agents don't really create emotions. Love is impossible to make or imitate. No, this potion will only cause a strong obsession or fascination. This is probably the most dangerous and powerful potion in this classroom-yes, yes
"You seem to know this kind of potion? Miss Parkinson." Slughorn looked at his student with interest.
"Of course, I configured..." Pansy said, noticing something was wrong, then turned her head to the side and said, "I read it in a book!"
"Um..." Slughorn nodded in agreement.
"Please sit down." He reached out and said
Pansy sat back in his place.
He shyly buried his head again, flushed to the temples on both sides of the ear.
Obviously I remembered something that was not so good.
"You remember it's quite solid." Malfoy opened his eyes suddenly and ridiculed.
Speaking of the degree of obsession, he doesn’t necessarily have Panxi to know.
"Of course." Pansy confessed subconsciously, and then realized what was happening, quickly flying a few patches of Hongxia on his face, and soon the whole person was almost buried under the table.
The potion in the small crucible splashed happily. Its color was like melted gold, and a large drop of liquid jumping on the surface, like a goldfish, but no drop was spilled outside.
Everyone showed great interest in this potion, because it smells pleasant
"It seems that this time Miss Granger has to answer."
"This is a lucky potion."
"I guess you."
"Oh? What's your name? Again, I might be a bit forgetful." Slughorn pulled out the tail.
"Hermione. Granger, sir." Hermione replied politely.
"Granger? Granger? Do you have a relationship with Hertok, the founder of the Extraordinary Pharmacists Association. Dagworth-Granger?"
"No, it should not be, sir. I am a Muggle, and my parents are just ordinary dentists." Hermione said politely.
"Then it will be even more powerful, and it will be so excellent without subtle influence."
"Family history can change people's encounters, but not everything."
Slughorn did not say anything else because of Hermione's origin, "And you remind me of someone." At this time he glanced at Harry Potter slightly.
A little nostalgic expression appeared, and then quickly disappeared.
"Maybe drinking it and then confessing will succeed." Pansy's eyes were sparkling, and he looked at the golden potion without blinking.
Lucky Potion was turned into a potion of love.
This is a peculiar little magic potion—a magical agent,
Slughorn said.
It’s very complicated to cook, and if you make a mistake, the consequences will be disastrous. However, if you make it, as in this crucible, you will find that you will succeed no matter what you do... at least until the effect disappears. "
"So why don't people drink it all day, sir?" a student asked.
"The world is fair. If overdose, it will cause dizziness, recklessness and dangerous arrogance."
"However, it is still good to enjoy some gifts from life occasionally. I don't deny this, for example, take it a little cautiously and sparingly..."
"Have you ever drunk?" a student asked with great interest.
I have taken it twice in my life," Slughorn said. "One was twenty-four and one was fifty-seven. Two spoons were taken at breakfast. Those two days were really perfect. "
He stared at the distance in a trance. All students feel that whether he is acting or not, the effect is very attractive.
"Well," Slughorn seemed to return to reality and said, "I will be the prize for this lesson."
There was silence in the classroom, and every bubbling and boiling sound of the surrounding medicaments seemed to be amplified tenfold.
"A small bottle of magical medicine," Slughorn pulled a small glass bottle with a wooden stopper from his pocket and showed it to the class. "It can bring good luck for twelve hours. From From dawn to dark, no matter what you do, Jixing will shine.
"However, I must remind you that the use of spirits is prohibited in organized competitions...such as sports competitions, exams or elections. Therefore, people who receive prizes can only use them on ordinary days...and wait Look at how unusual that ordinary day will become!
"So," Slughorn said, and suddenly became energized, "How can I win my wonderful prize? Well, please turn "Advanced Potion Maker" to page 10. We have one more For many hours, you will use this time to make a living decoction. I know that this is more complicated than anything you have done before, and I don’t expect someone to make a perfect decoction. However, The person who does the best will win this small bottle of potion. Well, let’s get started!"
Only a harsh scratching sound was heard, everyone pulled the crucible in front of them, and then the sound of putting the weight on the balance, but no one spoke, and the high concentration of the students was almost within reach. .
"Draco, don't you want it?" Pansy hurriedly raised some herbs and added it to his crucible, actively starting to brew the potion that Slughorn said.
"I'm not interested." Malfoy shrugged. He still had a lot of healing agents, just patiently, waiting for the best time to use it.
When thrown into the herbal medicine, his hands shook undetectably, the pale snow green in the crucible immediately turned into a rich purple, and he tried to keep himself at an ordinary level.
"Time is up!" After a period of waiting ~EbookFREE.me~ Slughorn walked off the stage and began to tour.
Without the help of the Half-Blood Prince, it seems that Harry did not inherit his mother's talent.
The crucible in front of him was black, and he looked terrible. Slughorn showed an awkward smile as he passed by him.
In front of Ron was a pot of boiling mud.
But when she passed Hermione, she looked at the pot of light-colored, calm water-like potion and nodded approvingly.
"The winner this time is Miss Granger. I wish you the right to use it and get a good day."
"This world still lacks true genius." He murmured softly.
"But step by step is also a kind of ability, a well-deserved winner." He praised.
Because by comparison, Hermione’s pharmacy is the best in class.