"Surprise him...... What the hell is this fat old man trying to do? Silver glanced up at the smiling Slughorn, then turned his gaze back to Harry. Potter's side.

"That book is gone, and the snake is really fast." Silver silently opened his half-blood prince's potions textbook, intending to copy a small magic potion on it.

Harry aimlessly flipped through the Potions textbook that Ron had lent him, and it was as if it had never been turned over as if it had never been turned over - Ron had mail-ordered the Potions textbook from the Blotted bookstore last month. In Ron's words, the potions textbook that had been contaminated with vomit affected him, and he couldn't perform at his proper level in potions class.

In the past, the Book of Darkness would have shown Harry what he needed to be a fool and all sorts of tips, but now Harry was on his own.

What to do? Harry eagerly flipped through the pages, "Maybe I should make a polyjuice potion?" Oh, that's not going to work, it's too long, it's just enough time to make a few small potions - wait, small potions, then ......"

At this time, Silver found a potion called the Elixir that had been changed a lot by the Half-Blood Prince, and the time to make this potion was very short, and the most important thing was that it was very simple.

"Ah, it looks wonderful." An hour and a half later, Slughorn clapped his hands as he stared at the sun-golden liquid in Silver's cauldron and exclaimed, "Elixir, isn't it?" What does that smell like? Well...... You added a little peppermint, didn't you? Not quite orthodox, yet what a genius inspiration, Jack. Of course, this can counteract the occasional side effects such as singing too much and twisting your nose. I don't know where you got these whimsical ideas, my child......"

"Thanks for the compliment, Professor." Silver said without modesty.

"You're doing a great job, Jack."

Slughorn walked over to Harry's cauldron, "Harry, let me see what genius you have in mind. ”

Harry was sweating profusely as he handled the purple potion that was boiling in a test tube.

"Professor Slughorn, wait a minute, I need one last step."

Harry poured the boiling purple potion into the cauldron, and the lake-blue potion suddenly rippled, then turned amber, emitting an inexplicable aroma.

"Oh, Harry, let me see what potions you've made." Slughorn's eyes widened, "Let me think about it, I should have seen this potion." ”

By this time, the smell of the potion had spread throughout the underground classroom, and Silver could smell it as well.

Silver sniffled, "Strawberry aroma, what is this?" ”

"Harry, you're a genius." Slughorn took some amber liquid from the cauldron in a test tube and looked at it in front of his eyes. "Ha, very pure body lì potion, he can help you be more manly at night. Harry, I have to say, as much as this potion has given me enough surprises, you're not old enough to take it. Overindulgence when you're young always comes at a cost, like Abraxas. Malfoy the same. ”

Malfoy's face suddenly darkened, his grandfather had some kind of unspeakable death.

Harry blushed, this potion was one of the few potions that the Book of Darkness had actively taught him, he had thought it was an aphrodisiac or something, but he never thought it was a special potion that enhanced a man's function in a certain way!

Ernie laughed, as if it would make him forget the purple lump at the bottom of his cauldron. Malfoy packed his bag with a gloomy face, his burp potion only getting Slughorn's "okay" assessment.

As soon as the bell rang, Ernie and Malfoy left immediately. Silver didn't want to stay longer, he had to deal with something more important.

Harry deliberately fell behind, struggling to pack his school bag, and now only Harry and Slughorn were left in the classroom. "Harry, why don't you hurry back and rest?" Slughorn said kindly, snapping the gold buckle of his dragon skin briefcase.

"Sir, I want to ask you something."

"Then ask quickly, dear child, ...... quickly."

"Sir, I would like to ask if you know...... Things to do when Voldemort was a kid. ”

Slughorn froze, his round face sunken. He licked his lips and asked hoarsely, "What did you say?" ”

"I ask you if you know about Voldemort as a child, sir."

"Dumbledore asked you to come?" Slughorn asked in a low voice.

His tone changed completely, no longer cordial, but full of shock and anger. He fumbled in his breast pocket for a moment, then pulled out a handkerchief and wiped his sweaty forehead.

"Dumbledore made you look at some memories, didn't he?"

"Yes."

"Then you should understand that I don't know Voldemort better than anyone else, especially compared to Dumbledore, Harry."

He grabbed the dragon skin briefcase, slipped the handkerchief back into his pocket, and headed out of the basement classroom.

"Sir," said Harry eagerly, "I just think someone once left you a memory of Voldemort's ...... as a child"

Slughorn didn't pay any attention to Harry, and before he could catch up, he slammed the door and left. (To be continued......)