Just as Slughorn was preparing for class, a student suddenly asked a question.

"Professor, you haven't told us what this is?" said Hufflepuff pure-blood wizard Ernie McMillan, pointing to a small black crucible on the 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.

"Ho!" Slughorn let out an exclamation, but Ryan was sure he hadn't forgotten about it at all, and the exclamation was purely due to the fact that someone had asked the question for some dramatic effect, as he had expected. But it worked, and everyone in the class was attracted to it, even Malfoy, who had been whispering after class.

"Ladies and gentlemen, what you see now is one of the most miraculous potions in it, called the Elixir of Blessings. With that, he turned his gaze to Hermione, "I suppose our clever Miss Granger must know what this potion does, right?"

"It's a potion of luck that will bring you good luck!" Hermione was excited, and since they had been guided by Ryan to start reaching out and mastering the power of the rules, they had become extremely interested in the potion. Because they judged that this potion was the only one known that could touch the rules. It's a pity that they couldn't find any clues about this potion except for the name of the potion before, even if the potion in the black market of Tumbledown Alley is priceless.

So now, the moment they saw the potion, both Ryan and Hermione's eyes lit up with longing. I can't wait to analyze this potion now.

Fortunately, everyone in the classroom now looked at the potion with longing, so Ryan ignored Slughorn's eyes, and he said in an impassioned tone, "Very correct, add ten more points to Gryffindor." The process of brewing the elixir is very complicated, and if you get it wrong, the consequences are unimaginable. However, if you boil it properly, just like the one in this cauldron, you will find that you will succeed easily in whatever you do...... At least until the effects wear off. ”

Speaking of this, his expression became a little dazed, and his eyes were full of memories: "I used it twice, once when I was twenty-four years old, and once when I was fifty-seven. I took two scoops with breakfast. Those two days were perfect. Of course, even a little more of this agent can have extremely bad side effects, including but not limited to vertigo, recklessness, and dangerous hubris. Occasionally, sparingly—"

Slughorn said as he pulled out a dropdrop-shaped flask from his bosom and showed it to the class: "This vial will be a prize for this class, and it will bring you twelve hours of good luck." Of course, this agent is forbidden to be used in organized competition. ”

I watched as my students were aroused with all their interest and looked at them with longing eyes. Slughorn suddenly became energetic, "How can you win this wonderful prize of mine?Please turn to page 10 of Advanced Potions Making, you will need to boil a water of life and death for the next hour or so." The one who does the best will win the vial. Alright, let's get started!"

All I heard was a cacophony of scraping, and everyone pulled the crucible in front of them, followed by the clatter of the weights on the scales and the clatter of flipping books. But no one spoke, and everyone's attention was highly focused.

Glancing at Harry's book, Ryan saw that the margins on each page of his old book were as black as the places where the potions were printed. It represented the power of fate that allowed Harry to get the old book that was destined to belong to him. Ryan would need to use some extra methods to get his hands on the Lucky Potion.

He drew his wand and pointed at the materials on the table, then whispered a spell in Quenya as he gently drew runes in the air. "Disintegrate, extract, fuse—"

With the release of his magic, runes the size of rice grains floated out to form lines glowing red, and finally formed a pentagram circle surrounded by a double ring on the table with the crucible as the core. The raw materials on the table also flew up one by one, and were sliced, crushed, and squeezed out of the juice under the command of Ryan's wand.

This movement naturally attracted the attention of the others, but the students were all worried about the elixir as a prize, so they just looked at it for a moment and withdrew their eyes and went about their own business. Only Slughorn had a shocked look on his face, and he stood directly beside Ryan to watch Ryan's actions.

This is a simple application of the rules of change, and the magic array in front of him is actually an incomplete realm formed by Ryan using the magic power of the rules of change to drive alchemy. In the rudiments of this field, Ryan can easily analyze, decompose, and reorganize all the substances that do not involve rules in the field, while eliminating external interference as much as possible.

Just five minutes later, while the others were still busy blending, Ryan's crucible was already filled with pale blue steam, and the liquid inside the crucible turned into a well-blended, tawny liquid. Then he waved his wand, and Sleepy Beans automatically formed a line to squeeze themselves out of the cauldron and jump into the trash can under the table.

The potion in the pot immediately turned pale snow blue after adding the sleepy bean juice, and then the liquid in the pot began to rotate under Ryan's command, and gradually the color of the liquid slowly became lighter, first turning pink, and then becoming clearer and clearer. Forty minutes into the start, Ryan waved his hand when he sensed that the potion was ready. The churning liquid in the crucible immediately calmed down, and by this time the liquid in the crucible was as clear as water.

"What a miracle, are you an alchemist?" said Slughorn with some excitement after inspecting the potion that Ryan had made, "I have rarely seen such a high level of alchemy as you demonstrated today. ”

"How can you tell if it's magic?" Ryan asked curiously, it was a matter of careful observation to tell the difference between alchemy and ordinary magic, and Slughorn didn't come close just now, but only recognized it after a glance from a distance. This made Ryan feel a little incomprehensible.

"Huh. Slughorn smiled. "We wizards are people who can use magic, but why do we have to rely on manual processing of potion materials and brewing them? It's because the faint overflow of mana during spellcasting will contaminate the potion and reduce the potion effect. Only an alchemist of a certain level can use magic without affecting the effect of the drug itself. ”

"That's right. Ryan felt that he didn't know this knowledge because he wasn't a wizard, so he didn't know some knowledge that could be called common sense in the wizarding world.

The next time, Ryan filled the potion into the crystal bottle and cleaned up the table. After that, he took out a copy of the alchemy materials that he had copied from the school library from the space bag and looked at it. Slughorn began to tour the classroom. Unlike Professor Snape, however, he was just making his rounds and didn't say anything.

Finally, an hour later, Slughorn began to walk slowly between the tables, taking turns checking each cauldron. But he kept quiet during the process. Most people don't make very good things, for example, Ron's things are about the same as asphalt, and Ernie's things are an eerie blue. But Hermione's potions were excellent, and Harry's potions were surprisingly good.

"You're as clever as your mother. Slughorn patted Harry on the shoulder and complimented him, then pulled out the teardrop-shaped vial and walked over to Ryan.

"Our Mr. Liang is the undisputed winner!" he said aloud to the class in the basement classroom as he handed the elixir to Ryan. "I've never seen a young wizard of this age capable of doing this, give, take it - I'll do the math, give you a bottle of magic elixir, make good use of it!"

Ryan quickly stuffed the small bottle into his coat pocket under the envious eyes of a crowd of people, just as there were no other classes in the afternoon. After he hurried back to the common room, he put away his textbooks and prepared to call Hermione to the alchemy laboratory to study the secrets hidden in the elixir according to the plan that had been agreed upon.