No, the title has nothing to do with the content of this chapter......

It's just the unyielding cry of the stupid (single) (body) (Wang) in the Qixi Festival......

Wang (push) Wang (recommended) Wang (vote) ......

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Slughorn's teaching style is very different from Professor Snape's: Professor Snape is a "stick" faction, while Slughorn is a "carrot" faction.

"Students, please take out the scales, the medicine bag, and, don't forget to take out your Advanced Potions Making textbook......" Slughorn said with a smile, his large figure looking fluttering through the many hot vapors.

The "half-blood prince" notebook had already been pocketed by Lin Xiao'an, and at this time he sat on the specially set up "teaching assistant seat" by the podium, that is, a wooden high stool, facing the other twelve students who came to the advanced class (Slytherin four, Ravenclaw four, Gryffindor three, Hufflepuff one), with a sad face.

Before class, Lin Xiao'an curled up on the pony for nearly two hours, handling several bags of potion ingredients by himself—chopping various branches that still had the fragrance of dew and earth into equal lengths, and then sorting them into material cabinets.

Boom...... Headache...... Boom...... Hand pain...... Boom...... Back pain...... Labor and management are just skinning their ...... For the sake of the gods, you want to do this to me!

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Slughorn straightened his already bulging chest forward, and the buttons on his vest were about to burst out: "I have prepared several 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 cauldron closest to the Slytherin four's small group table, which looked like a pot of water was tumbling.

Hermione's well-trained hand was raised first. Slughorn pointed at her.

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

"Good, good!" Slughorn happily said, "Now ......"

He pointed to the crucible closest to the Ravenclaw table and continued, "This comparison is famous...... It has also been highlighted in several pamphlets that have been distributed in the Ministry of Magic. Who can-"

Hermione, the god of learning, Miss Granger, perfectly answered all of Slughorn's questions—the elixir, the polyjuice potion, and ...... Aphrodisiac.

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

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

"Sir, you haven't told us what it's in." Ernie McMillan pointed to a small black cauldron 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 came to say. There is reason to believe that Slughorn had not forgotten the potion at all, and he was just waiting for someone else to ask in order to create a dramatic effect.

"By the way, I haven't said that yet. Ladies and gentlemen, that thing is a most peculiar little potion of all—a magic elixir. I want to ......"

He smiled and turned to look at Hermione, who let out a startled cry, "Surely you know what the elixir does, Miss Granger?" ”

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

The whole class seemed to straighten their backs suddenly.

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"That's right, add ten more points to Gryffindor. Yes, it's a peculiar little potion - the Elixir! ”

"It's very complicated to boil, and if you get it wrong, the consequences are terrible," Slughorn said. 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?" Terry Bout asked eagerly.

"Because, if taken in excess, it can lead to vertigo, recklessness and dangerous hubris." Slughorn said, "You know, more good things are also bad...... If the dose is too large, it will be very toxic. However, if you take it cautiously and sparingly once in a while, ......"

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"This ......," Slugho said, "I'm going to be a prize for this lesson." ”

There was silence in the classroom, and every bubbling and boiling sound of the potions around it 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.

"It can bring 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 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 to see how unusual that ordinary day will turn out - so! ”

Slughorn suddenly became energetic: "How can I win this wonderful prize?" Okay, please turn to page 10 of Advanced Potions Making.

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.

Everyone is constantly looking at what the other students are doing, which is both a plus and a bad thing in Potions class, and it's hard not to let others see what you're doing. Ten minutes later, the entire classroom was filled with a pale blue vapor.

Needless to say, Hermione seems to be making the most progress. Her potion was already very close to the "well-mixed brown liquid", which the book says was ideal for the potion halfway through.

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Lin Xiao'an sat bored and didn't start brewing potions-Slughorn gave Lin Xiao'an the right to skip the test--Professor Snape's personal disciple, if he didn't know how to make a living hell potion, it would be a big joke!

His current duty—to put it mildly, is to assist Slughorn—specifically, if a classmate accidentally breaks his share of potion materials, Lin Xiaoan will have to take out the corresponding materials from the material cabinet in time to make up for them—yes, Lin Xiaoan is indeed a miscellaneous person.

Lin Xiaoan looked left and right - no one paid attention to him, and everyone was burying their heads in medicine. So, unconsciously, he drew his wand and played with it casually.

Solid gold and diamonds, the wand handle in the shape of a double dragon play bead glows with a soft golden glow under the bright light of the chandelier overhead.

Maybe, maybe, probably ...... Because of the angle, this golden light actually bundled itself into a single one, impartial, and pierced straight into Slughorn's eyes!