"Mr. Slughorn, that's a polyjuice potion, and the most striking feature is... Because of the addition of some liquid grass, the characteristics of water flow are in line with the characteristics of transformation. He slightly expanded the properties of some of the herbs

Hermione raised her head slightly, then began to write and draw in her potions book, taking notes

"Not bad!" Slughorn applauded.

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

"And what about this crucible?

Slughorn pointed to the crucible next to Slytherin, where the potion was quietly stored, the crystalline liquid with a mother-of-pearl sheen, making people feel rejoiced when they looked at it.

The spiral gas rises slowly, and the gas in it makes you feel happy to smell it.

The smell Pansy had just smelled came from the cauldron.

"It's an aphrodisiac!"

Pansy spoke first, and she stood up immediately.

"Oh, can you tell us about it?" asked Slughorn, playfully.

"It's the most potent love potion in the world. ”

"It's funny, the students in this class are better than I expected. Slughorn complimented.

Many students looked at the potion in the crucible in shock, and the slowly rising gas seemed to have some magical power

Of course, this is a false sense of infatuation, and you can't get real love. Pansy then added in a whisper, tilting her head to glance at Malfoy.

He was now the same sleepy look, his eyes half-squinted, as if he had never woken up, his left hand on his chin, trying his best not to collapse on the desk

Pansy made up her mind to ask him after class.

"Yes, I'm glad you have that kind of recognition. Slughorn said, spreading his hands.

"Potions don't solve everything, emotions are an area that we can't easily get involved in and manipulate. ”

Aphrodisifinishes can't really create ** love. Love cannot be made or imitated. No, this potion can only cause intense obsessions or obsessions. It's probably the most dangerous and powerful potion in this room — yes, that's right

"You seem to know a thing or two about this potion? Miss Parkinson. Slughorn looked at his student with interest.

"Of course, I'm," Pansy said, sensing something was wrong, then twisted her head to the side and said, "I've read it in a book!"

"Hmm......" Slughorn nodded in agreement.

"You may be seated. He held out his hand and said

Pansy sat back in her place.

He buried his head a little shyly, and the flush crawled to the sideburns on both sides of his ears.

Apparently I remembered some not-so-good memories.

"You remember this pretty well. Malfoy suddenly opened his eyes and teased.

When it comes to the degree of aphrodisiaction, he doesn't necessarily know as much as Pansy.

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

The potion in the small crucible splashed happily, its color like molten gold, and large drops of liquid jumped on the surface, like goldfish, but not a drop spilled outside.

Everyone was very interested in the potion, as it smelled pleasant

"Looks like Miss Granger has to answer this time. ”

"It's a lucky potion. ”

"I guess you. ”

"Oh, what's your name? Again, I'm probably a little forgetful. Slughorn lengthened the end note.

"Hermione. Granger, sir. Hermione replied politely.

"Granger, Granger, are you with Hertock, the founder of the Extraordinary Pharmacists Association? Is Dagworth Granger related?"

"No, probably not, sir. I was Muggle-born, and my parents were just regular dentists. Hermione said politely.

"That's even more powerful, without the subtle influence of hearing and seeing, it would be so good. ”

"Family history can change people's circumstances, but it's not everything. ”

Slughorn didn't say anything else about Hermione's origins, "And you remind me of someone." He glanced at Harry Potter imperceptibly.

showed a little look of remembrance, and then quickly disappeared.

"Maybe drinking it and confessing it will be successful. Pansy's eyes sparkled, and she looked at the golden potion without blinking

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

It's a strange little elixir—a magic elixir," Slughorn said, "and it's very complicated to make, and if you get it wrong, the consequences are dire." However, if you boil it properly, just like the one in this crucible, you will find that you will succeed in whatever you do...... At least until the effects wear off. ”

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

"The world is fair, and if taken in excess, it can lead to vertigo, recklessness, and dangerous hubris. ”

"But it's good to enjoy some of the gifts that life has to offer once in a while, which I don't deny, such as taking a little ...... cautiously and sparingly once in a while."

"Have you ever drunk it?" asked one student with great interest.

I've taken it twice in my life," Slughorn said, "once at twenty-four and once at fifty-seven." I took two scoops with breakfast. Those two days were perfect. ”

He stared into the distance in a trance. All the students found it tempting whether he was acting or not.

"Well," Slughorn said as if returning to reality, "I'm going to be a prize for this lesson." ”

There was silence in the classroom, and every bubbling and boiling sound of the surrounding potions seemed to be amplified tenfold.

"A little bottle of elixir," Slughorn pulled out a small corked glass bottle from his pocket and held it out to the class, "for twelve hours of good luck." From dawn to dark, no matter what you do, the stars will shine brightly.

"I must remind you, however, that elixirs are forbidden in organized competitions...... Such as sports competitions, exams or campaigns. Therefore, those who get the prize can only use it on ordinary days...... Then wait and see how unusual that ordinary day will become!

"So," said Slughorn, suddenly perked up, "how can you win this wonderful prize of mine?" We still have more than an hour, and you can use this time to make a good potion of living hell. I know it's more complicated than anything you've ever done before, and I don't expect anyone to make a perfect potion. However, the one who does the best will win the vial. Alright, let's get started!"

There was only a cacophony of scraping, and everyone pulled the crucible in front of them, followed by the sound of clanging the weights on the scales, but no one spoke, and the highly concentrated attention of the students was simply within reach.

"Draco, don't you want it?" Pansy hurriedly picked up some herbs and added them to her cauldron, actively starting to brew the potions that Slughorn had spoken of.

"I'm not interested. Malfoy shrugged, he still had a lot of elixirs, just patiently, waiting for the best time to use them.

As he threw in the herbs, his hand shook slightly, and the pale snow cyan in the crucible immediately turned a rich purple, and he tried to maintain an ordinary level.

"It's time!" After a moment of waiting, Slughorn stepped off the podium and began to make his rounds.

Without the help of the Half-Blood Prince, it seems that Harry did not inherit his mother's talents.

The cauldron in front of him was bubbling black and miserable, and Slughorn smiled awkwardly as he passed in front of him.

Ron saw a pot of boiling mud in front of his eyes.

However, when he passed in front of Hermione, he looked at the pot of light-colored, calm potion like lake water, and nodded approvingly.

"The winner of this edition is Miss Granger, and I wish you the best of luck using it properly and having a good day. ”

"There is still a lack of true genius in this world. He muttered quietly.

"But being step-by-step is also a kind of ability, and it deserves to be a winner. He complimented.

Because in comparison, Hermione's potion was the best in the class.