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The door to the underground classroom opened, and before the Slughorn could show up, the big belly had already come out. His classmates walked into the classroom, his walrus beard shaking on his smiling mouth, and he greeted Harry, Phoenix, Daphne, and Sabini with great enthusiasm, clearly distinguishing himself from the others.

Unlike usual, the underground classroom was already filled with steam and all kinds of strange smells. Whether it was intentional or not, Harry followed Ron to one side, and Hermione took Phoenix to the other end.

After dealing with Harry and Ron's lack of textbooks, they officially started their classes.

"Alright," he said, straightening his already bulging chest forward, the buttons on his vest about to burst out, "I've prepared a few potions to open your eyes, of course, just out of interest." By the time you've completed the Advanced Class, you'll be able to make something like this. You haven't done it yourself, but you've certainly heard of it. Can anyone tell me what this one is?"

He pointed to the crucible closest to the Slytherin table. Hermione leaned forward.

Slughorn pointed at her.

"It's the truth elixir, a colorless, tasteless elixir that forces the person who drinks it to tell the truth. Hermione said.

"Good, good!" said Slughorn happily. "Now," he continued, pointing to the crucible closest to the Ravenclaw table, "who can be more famous—and highlighted in several pamphlets of lately?"

Once again, Hermione's hand was raised.

"It's a polyjuice decoction, sir. She said.

"Great, great! And this—you say, dear?" said Slughorn, looking a little surprised to see Hermione's hand raised again.

"It's an aphrodisiac!"

"Not bad at all. It seems that there is no need to ask," said Slughorn, with a sincere admiration, "I think you must know what it is for?"

"It's the most potent love potion in the world!" Hermione said.

"Exactly! I think you recognize it by its peculiar mother-of-pearl sheen, right?"

"And its peculiar spiraling vapor," Hermione said with interest, "and its smell varies from person to person, depending on what they like best. I can smell freshly mowed grass, brand new parchment, and—"

She blushed suddenly, and said no more.

"Honey, can you tell me your name?" Slughorn asked, seemingly unaware of Hermione's embarrassment.

"Hermione Granger, sir. ”

"Granger-Granger, are you related to Hertock Dagworth Granger, the founder of the Extraordinary Pharmacists Association?"

"No, probably not, sir. I'm Muggle-born. Slughorn didn't show any disappointment. Instead, he was smiling.

"Good, good, add a well-deserved twenty points to Miss Gryffindor's Granger. Slughorn said kindly.

"Now," Slughorn continued, "we should start class." ”

"Sir, you haven't told us what this is. Ernie said, pointing to a small black cauldron on Slughorn's podium. 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.

"By the way, I haven't said that yet. Ladies and gentlemen, that thing is a most peculiar little potion called the Elixir. I thought," he smiled, turning to look at Hermione, who let out a scream, "you must know what the elixir does, Miss Granger?"

"It's a lucky potion," Hermione said excitedly, "and will bring you good luck!"

The class seemed to straighten their backs suddenly.

"That's right, add ten more points to Gryffindor. Yes, it's a strange little elixir," said Slughorn, "and it's very complicated to make, and if you get it wrong, the consequences are terrible." However, if you do it right, like the one in this cauldron, you'll find that whatever you do will succeed - at least until the effects wear off. ”

"Then why don't people drink it all day, sir?" asked Terry Bout eagerly.

"Because, if taken in excess, it can lead to vertigo, recklessness, and dangerous hubris. "You know, too much good is also bad -- too much in too many doses, and it's very toxic." But if you take it cautiously and sparingly once in a while—"

"Have you taken it, sir?" asked Michael Corner with 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. ”

"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. However, I must remind you that elixirs are forbidden to be used in organized competitions - such as athletic competitions, exams, or campaigns. As a result, the person who gets the prize can only use it on a normal day - and wait to see how unusual that 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.

"During the summer, I improved this potion-making method. Hermione said happily, chopping valerian roots at a rapid pace. (To be continued.) )