Vol 2 Chapter 1124:

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In fact, Harry, Ron, and Hermione and Van Lin spent the entire rest time speculating about what Dumbledore would teach Harry and why he would bring Van Lin.
Ron thought the most likely was a large evil curse that the Death Eaters didn't know.
And Hermione said that such things were illegal, and she felt that Dumbledore was more likely to want to teach Harry advanced defensive magic.
But based on Dumbledore’s attitude towards magic, it’s hard to say whether Dumbledore really cares about the difference in magic.
Overall, this can be considered useful magic.
In fact, this is also in line with Fanlin's consistent positioning of magic, or will Dumbledore's teaching use different teaching methods?
After the rest, Hermione went to arithmetic divination, and Fanlin went to continue to study the problem that Fred gave.
For example, the enhancement of the Iron Armor Curse?
In consideration of portability and adaptability, it is difficult for current magic materials to find materials that can carry powerful spells. It is impossible for the current wizards to wear heavy armor wherever they go, right?
Think about it, in this time period, this is absolutely undesirable, whether it is in the wizarding society or the Muggle society, except for the role players, only lunatics will do this.
And then there is the prevention of the Avadaso Mantra. Obviously, when a wizard is not enough to resist with his own magic power, relying on the power of life is a good choice, but the worst is that you can’t let Everyone got a phoenix by their side.
As for Harry and Ron, they returned to the common room and reluctantly started doing Snapple's homework.
As a result, these assignments were very complicated, and they were not completed until Hermione rejoined them during the break after lunch (but her arrival significantly accelerated the progress of the assignments).
When the two potions class bells rang in the afternoon, they just finished it, and Fanlin was reluctant to look up from a large number of weird equipment. The potions class itself was not his choice, but it was terrible. The thing is, Professor McGonagall obviously helped him decide what he needed. So they set off on the familiar path towards the underground classroom, which had belonged to Snape for so long in the past, but now, the basement has changed its owner.
When they rushed to the corridor, they discovered that only thirteen people had entered the n.e.w.t level.
People like Carat and Gore obviously didn't get enough o.w.l.s grades, but four Slytherin students passed, including Malfoy.
There are four Ravenclaw students, two Hufflepuff students, Ernie McMillan and Susan Bonn.
It is worth mentioning that both of them are members of d.a. As for Susan, this is a little transparent, while Ernie is a little impressive.
Of course, this is not a good thing. Ernies are okay, but sometimes they are too ostentatious.
"Hey, guys," Ernie said swaggeringly, and when a few of them walked over, Ernie stretched out her hand first, "I didn't have a chance to talk to you in the Defence Against the Dark Arts class this morning. Nice class, I think, of course, for us habitual offenders who are da...The Iron Armor Curse is too old...how about you, Ron?"
"Uh..." Obviously, Ernie embarrassed Ron a bit. Among these people, no one seemed to be embarrassed by the curse course. Ernie asked Ron, which made Ron feel a little... That's right.
"It's okay..." Ron opened his mouth in embarrassment. Fortunately, before Ron could think of something to say, the door of the underground classroom opened, and Slughorn's belly came out first.
When they walked into the classroom one by one, he greeted Harry and Shabini very enthusiastically, and the walrus-like beard curved into an arc on his smiling mouth.
Unusually, the underground classrooms are already full of steam and strange smells.
Fanlin sniffed with interest as he passed the huge bubbling cauldron. He was still convinced of Slughorn’s potion level. Naturally, he explained what kind of potion Slughorn would give out. Having certain expectations will at least not make yourself more boring.
The four Slytherin students shared a table, as did the four Ravenclaw students.
Fanlin used one for several people, and Ernie and Susan also joined in. They chose a table closest to a golden cauldron and sat down. This cauldron was exuding one of the most alluring smells Fanlin had ever smelled: somehow it reminded him of syrup fruit tarts and cream. The sweetness of the cake, and some...huh, scent on Hermione?
He found himself breathing slowly and deeply, the smell of potion filling him like a drink. A great sense of satisfaction gradually spread.
Fanlin smiled at Hermione, hoping that the girl would respond, but I'm sorry that there is no smell on him, or in other words, in Hermione's senses, obviously there is no place for him in smell...
"Now, now, now," Slughorn's fat silhouette swayed slightly in the shining steam. "Take out the balance, everyone, and the potion kit, don't forget your "Advanced Potion Preparation"..."
"Professor?" Harry raised his hand.
"Harry, good boy?"
"I don't have a book, nor a balance or anything else — neither Ron nor Fanlin — we don’t know if we can enter and know —

"Ah, yes, Professor McGonagall did mention... Don’t worry, my dear child, don’t worry at all. You can use the ingredients in the storage cabinet today. I’m sure we can borrow some balances from you. We still have There are a few old books in storage. Before you write to Lihen Bookstore, use them first..."
Slughorn strode to a cupboard in the corner, rummaged for a moment, and found three dilapidated copies of "Preparation of Advanced Potions" by Lebesius Porich, and then connected two sets of them. The tarnished balance was given to Harry and Ron together.
Fortunately, Fanlin had sufficient equipment to prepare for the needs of alchemy. At least don't use those scales that get worse.
"So... now," Slughorn returned to the front of the classroom, straightening out his already bulging chest, and the buttons on the vest seemed in danger of flying out. "I have prepared some potions for you to see, just out of interest, you also know. These should be able to be made after you complete the newt course. You should have heard of them, even if you can’t make them now. Who can Tell me what is this?"
He pointed to the crucible closest to the Slytherin table. Fanlin sat up slightly from his seat and saw that the liquid inside was like boiling pure water.
Hermione raised her hand skillfully before the others; Slughorn pointed at her.
"It's Veritaserum, a colorless and odorless potion that can force people who drink it to tell the truth," Hermione said.
"Very good, very good!" Slughorn said happily. "Now," he continued to point to the crucible closest to Ravenclaw's table, "this is very famous... it was mentioned in the Ministry of Magic's brochure recently... who can--"
Hermione's hand was raised first again. "It's a compound decoction, professor," she said.
Harry also recognized what looked like mud that was slowly bubbling in the second cauldron, but he was not surprised that Hermione had won points because of the question that was answered correctly; she was two as early as the second. It was successfully produced in grade.
"Great, great! Now, this one here...yes, dear?" Hermione's hand was raised again, and Slughorn looked a little confused. "It's Amotine!"
"That's true. It seems to be stupid to ask questions," Slughorn seemed to leave a strong impression, "I guess you know what it is for?"
"It is the most effective love potion in the world!" Hermione replied.
"Very correct! I guess you recognize it from the mother-of-pearl luster waiting for it to be different?"
"And its characteristic spiral steam," Hermione replied enthusiastically. "In addition, everyone smells it differently. It has something to do with what attracts us. I can smell the freshly cut grass and the new Parchment and—"
Hermione didn't finish her words, her face flushed, she glanced at her side secretly, but then the girl straightened her body.
The pitiful thing is that all Fanlin's attention is now on that old textbook.
If Fanlin is right, this dog-climbing graffiti textbook should be the half-blood prince's notes?
It should have appeared in Harry's hands, but maybe Harry didn't like the book.
In any case, these potion changes seem to be worth trying, if successful...
"Can I know your name, dear?" Slughorn ignored Hermione's embarrassment.
"Hermione Granger, professor."
"Granger? Granger? Are you probably related to the Hector Davos-Granger who established the most extraordinary pharmacist association?"
"No, I don't think so, Professor. I come from a Muggle family, you know."
Harry saw Malfoy leaning into Knott's ear and saying something; both of them were laughing secretly. But Slughorn was not depressed; instead, he smiled and turned his eyes to Harry who was sitting next to Hermione.
"Oh! "My two best friends are from a Muggle family, and they are the best in our grade!" I guess this is the one of your friends, Harry?"
"Yes, Professor." Harry said.
"Okay, okay, you won 20 points for Gryffindor, Miss Granger," Slughorn said kindly.
Malfoy's expression was the same as when he was hit in the nose by Hermione in the past. Hermione turned to Harry radiantly and asked in a low voice, "Did you really tell him that I was the best in the year? Oh, Harry!"
"Oh, of course, you still have Fanlin, although he may now..."
"What are you doing?" Hermione asked quietly, turning around.
"Study..." Fanlin put the book away, then leaned over, "I really want to know what you didn't finish just now..."
"Shut up, listen to class!" Hermione blushed, then calmly pushed someone who was too close with her elbow.
"Of course, Amotin does not produce true love. It is impossible to make or imitate love. It will simply cause a powerful obsession and delusion. It may be the most dangerous and most dangerous in this room. Powerful potion--oh, yes," he nodded seriously at Malfoy and Knott who were smirking suspiciously. "If you have experience like me, you won't underestimate this wishful thinking of love. The power..."
"Now," Slughorn said, "Let's get started."
"Professor, you haven't told us what is in this one." Ernie McMillan asked, pointing to a small black cauldron on Slughorn's table. The medicine inside was splashing happily; the color was like molten gold, with large drops of liquid on the surface jumping up like goldfish, but none of them fell outside.
"Oh," Slughorn said again.
Fanlin was sure that Slughorn hadn't forgotten the potion, and just waited to ask for a dramatic effect.
Generally speaking, this is the habit.
"Yes. That. Well, the medicine. Ladies and gentlemen. It's the strangest kind of medicine. It's called Felicity. I guess." He turned and smiled at Hermione. She There was already a gasp, "You must know what Flyphics does, Miss Granger?"
"It's a lucky potion," Hermione said excitedly, "it can make you lucky!"
Fanlin finally concentrated. Fortunately, this kind of thing is not something that ordinary wizards can make. It can be said that it involves things that ordinary magic cannot explain, and it is about luck or more mysterious things.
It is a part of destiny, guidance or guidance, the effect of collapsing the various possibilities of things to the best choice.
It can be said that the greatest value of Slughorn that Fanlin knows about is the production of blessing potions.
Just like Fanlin, the whole class seemed to sit up a bit, no one was a fool, and the potion of fortune was not something that would be placed in the counter casually.
Harry could only see the back of Malfoy's shiny blonde hair now, because Malfoy finally started to listen to Slughorn intently.
"Exactly right, Gryffindor plus ten points. Yes, this is an interesting little potion, Flyphics," Slughorn said. "That is, the blessing potion... His preparation process is extremely clever, and any mistake is catastrophic. Then, if it is made correctly, like this, you will find that all your efforts can be successful... at least in the medicine Before the effect disappears."
"Why don't people drink it all the time, Professor?" Terry Brandt said eagerly.
"Because if you overuse ~EbookFREE.me~ it will lead to hasty, reckless and dangerous conceit," Slughorn said. "The extreme happiness leads to sorrow, you know... taking a large dose will produce severe toxicity. But taking it sparingly and very rarely..."
"So, have you ever had it, Professor?" Michael Kona asked with interest.
"Twice in my life," Slughorn said, "once when I was 24 years old and once when I was 57 years old. Twice I took a tablespoon with breakfast. Two perfect days. "
He looked into the distance dreamily. Regardless of whether he is acting or not, Fanlin has to admit that in this respect, Slughorn still has a good set. At least the current classroom atmosphere looks good, and Slughorn has successfully caused all Human attention.
"And that," Slughorn said, apparently returning to reality, "that is, a blessing potion. This is my reward for this class."
The room was silent for a while, and the bubbling and churning sounds of the surrounding medicine seemed to be amplified ten times.
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