In the Defence Against the Dark Arts class, Professor Bobin continued his teaching career unscathed, without any emotional ups and downs that were humiliated by his students. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 However, he stopped letting people practice in class, and instead gave them lectures. One thing that is better than Umbridge is that he will demonstrate what is in the textbook. It also made his class boring.

But this is a relief to those who care about Phoenix, and his situation, being locked up is the best.

"Have you heard, Phenigan blew his own eyebrows when he practiced Flitwick's spell of clear water, he is really a genius. When Phoenix sat down next to Hermione, Slughorn hadn't arrived yet.

"yes. Hermione said perfunctorily, "Listen, Harry wants to go to the Headmaster's office and talk to Dumbledore." ”

"Why?"

"That disgusting biography, the whole school is circulating, you can't expect Harry to know nothing about it. Hermione leaned closer, a faint floral scent of violet, probably the smell of the quick-smoothing hair potion.

"That's not a reason, it's Dumbledore's private business, and he needs to tell Potter who he's befriending. Phoenix spread his hands, "And he's dead, can we stop talking about him?"

"Yes," Hermione said helplessly, "but in the hearts of many people, his influence is enormous. ”

Before Phoenix could reply, Slughorn was in front of him to silence everyone.

"Please, be quiet, be quiet! Hurry up, there's a lot to do this afternoon!Gobarrot's Third Law—who can tell me about it—Miss Granger, of course!"

Hermione retorted as fast as she could, "Gobarrot's third law says that the antidote to mixed poisons is greater than the sum of the antidotes for each individual ingredient. ”

"Exactly!" Slughorn smiled, "Gryffindor plus ten! Now, if we admit that Gobarrot's third law holds—"

Listening to the beginning of Phoenix's smile, he was able to mix up a class again, and none of the rest understood Slughorn's words:

"This means, of course, that if we have correctly analyzed the composition of a potion with Scarpping's manifestation charm, our primary goal is not simply to select the antidote to each individual ingredient, but to find additional ingredients that can transform various disparate ingredients through an almost alchemical process—"

Phoenix put his hands under the table and conjured up a crystal bottle. A drop of water slowly emerges inside the bottle and falls to the bottom of the glass.

"Great, I don't have to take this class, making the antidote is the most troublesome," Phoenix said in Hermione's ear with a smile, "probably second only to boiling the elixir." ”

"Advanced Potion Making" turns to the chapter of "Elixir of Life", and the introduction of a string of ingredients and refining process is often dizzying.

"No one is trying to simplify it?" asked Hermione.

"Yes, but the fact that it makes people immortal has also been simplified. ”

"Isn't that just a little bit of gold left?"

"Yes—" Phoenix immediately stopped, and Slughorn was looking at them.

"-So," said Slughorn, noticing that Phoenix and Hermione were biting their ears, raised his voice slightly, "I want each of you to come to my pulpit and get a small bottle, and you must make the antidote to the contents of the bottle before the end of class. Good luck and don't forget to wear protective gloves!"

Hermione turned her head just in time to meet Professor Slughorn's playful smile and immediately bounced off her stool and walked towards the podium, halfway through before the others realized they needed to act. By the time she got back to the table, she had poured the contents of the bottle into the cauldron and lit a fire underneath.

"It's a pity that the prince can't help Harry this time," she said cheerfully, straightening up, "he must understand the principle, and he can't be opportunistic!"

She was disgusted by Harry's cheating, and this was her chance to regain first place in Potions class. Regardless of Snape's favoritism, Phoenix was inferior to Hermione in potions, and he didn't like to stare at the crucible for hours.

"Wow, I wish that prince would continue to help him—" Phoenix explained a little about their intentions at Slughorn.

"I don't think it's useful, he's clever - you think, if, as you think, one of Slughorn's particularly favorite students, Voldemort, has been taking advantage of him. When Slughorn found out, he felt guilty that he had shared an unusually dangerous piece of magical knowledge with him, and he was likely to keep it in the dust with unprecedented firmness and not reveal it to anyone. Then he's not going to make a second mistake, is he?"

With that, she looked up and watched with satisfaction, and Harry pulled the cork, poured the bright pink poison into the cauldron, and lit the fire, not knowing what to do next. He looked at Ron, who was standing there dumbfounded, just doing what Harry had done.

"Professor Slughorn doesn't tell a student just because he likes him. ”

Phoenix also saw Harry holding his precious book with a dejected expression. Apparently the prince understood as effortlessly as Hermione, and didn't need any changes to the original text.

"Probably, then we need some—" Phoenix frowned.

"Luck," Hermione waved her wand vigorously above the cauldron, "Harry could try a little elixir." ”

"Hermione, yes—that's how it should be!" Phoenix seemed stunned, "of course! ”

He happily kissed Hermione on the cheek, quickly calmed down, and waited for the end of class to tell Harry about the latest and best plan.

"It was just a flash of inspiration. ”

Only five minutes later, Slughorn looked expectantly into his crucible on his first round, and was about to cheer as excitedly as usual, but he immediately retracted his head, coughing incessantly from the smell of rotten eggs. Hermione's expression was smug, she was fed up with being overtaken every time she took Potions class. Now she's carefully pouring the mysteriously separated ingredients into ten different small crystal bottles.

To express his gratitude to Hermione, Phoenix quietly flipped through the process of refining the elixir in place.

As the hour approached, Harry rushed to the locker, pushing away the unicorn horn and piles of dried herbs, rummaging through them.

"I think the prince helped him. Phoenix whispered.

"Don't talk to me. Hermione said irritably.

She cut off a handful of her own hair and used magic to remove the conditioner from it, restoring it to its original state.

"The time has come!" Slughorn said cheerfully, "and see how you are doing! Bress - what do you have?" (to be continued.) )