"Of course, a skilled pharmacist can induce strong feelings of affection, but no one has yet been able to create the truly unbreakable, eternal, unconditional emotion that can be called 'love'. This is probably the most dangerous and powerful potion in this classroom. Professor Slughorn smiled at the young wizards who were now attentive, and he placed the lid on the crucible, covering its spiraling steam. The little witches who had been attracted by the potion and gathered around the cauldron looked greedy, but as soon as Slughorn closed the lid, they realized their gaffe and stepped back with their textbooks in their hands.

"Professor, you haven't told us what this is?" said Hufflepuff's pure-blood wizard Ernie McMillan, pointing to a small droplet-shaped potion.

"Oh yes, ladies and gentlemen, what you see is a miraculous potion, called the Elixir of Blessings. Slughorn removed the droplet-shaped potion from the shelf, held it up to the wizards, and said, "But people usually call it ......"

"Lucky Potion. Hermione Granger replied.

Seeing that Hermione had answered the questions correctly in a row, Slughorn asked tentatively with a smile on his face. "It's the Lucky Potion, Miss Granger, have you ever tried to make it yourself?"

"Professor, although I have tried to boil the elixir, but it will take at least half a year to prepare the materials and boil the potion, and I still need to attend classes, so I failed due to the conflict of time after persisting for a while......" Hermione shook her fluffy curls slightly embarrassed.

"Miss Granger, don't be ashamed, after all, the process of making the Elixir is extremely complicated, and the time requirements for the pharmacist are also very demanding, but if you can finish processing the initial herbs and start trying to brew the Elixir, it means that your potion level may already be able to take an E or even an O in the Newt exam. Slughorn smiled comfortingly, and then changed the subject, "Of course, if you succeed, all your hard work can easily succeed with just a small bite...... At least until the effects wear off. ”

As he spoke, Slughorn's expression was a little dazed, as if he was recalling the wonderful feeling he had when he had taken the elixir, and regardless of whether the Potions professor was acting or not, the effect was so effective that the class seemed to straighten their backs suddenly.

Draco's hand brushed his light blonde hair, which had been styled to a biased hairstyle, and he approached Pansy, staring at the bottle of elixir and muttering, "If I can sneak a little bit of it when I play Quidditch, it can help me catch the Golden Snitch." ”

But Pansy, who had always looked at him as a horse, only nodded mechanically and did not say a word, noticing that something was wrong with her female companion, Draco turned his head, only to see Pansy Parkinson, who had been casually leaning against the wall, put down his arms and bent legs, and stood up straight and took two steps forward.

"Of course, the potion is only effective for twelve hours, and from dawn to dark, whatever you do will be auspicious. Today, I'm going to take it as a prize, a small bottle of lucky water that will be awarded to the student who can be the first to boil the dead water in an hour, and the materials required are listed on page 10 of Advanced Potions Making. As his words fell, the wizards in the classroom became excited, and everyone began to desperately flip through their textbooks.

Slughorn continued, "But I want to remind you that only one student in my teaching career has ever won this award by making a qualified water of life and death. That being said, good luck to all of you, let's get started now!"

The cauldron screeches as they move, the sound of books being frantically turned, the sound of weights clattering on the scales, the sound of herbs being processed...... But no one spoke, all in a race against time.

Ron also flipped through the worn-out textbook he had placed on his desk, and the first page read, "This book belongs to Lavion Tugwood."

The red-haired wizard then looked around vigilantly, carefully flipping through the textbook, only to see that the pictures on the textbook had been changed, and the blank space on each page was the same as the place where the potion was printed, it was black, and many notes were made, and even several ingredients of the potion originally marked on the book were crossed out in some places, and Ron struggled to make out the original instructions from the various words scribbled on the textbook.

However, the surrounding movement made Ron look up again, and the source of the sound was that some wizards were having trouble cutting the Sleepy Beans: Harry slammed it down and the Sleepy Beans bounced out, Ron's roommate Seamofinigan caught the Sleepy Beans jumping around with his hand on the countertop, and McMillan poked the Sleepy Beans with a knife, hoping that he could poke the Sleepy Beans out of the juice...... Ron lowered his head and slashed down, his sleepy bean bouncing off and rolling around the workbench a few times.

Ron looked up in confusion and saw that Hermione's potion had become the pale snow blue of the book's description of the addition of Sleepy Bean juice. He looked at some of the wizards who had attended Harris' bootcamp and saw that Michael was squeezing the sleepy beans with the side of his silver dagger, and they were not using the original method described in the textbook.

The red-haired wizard lowered his head suddenly, just now he had seen the same treatment on the annotation of the pure-blood princess in his textbook, he squinted, found the location of the note in his impression, carefully identified the annotation of the pure-blood princess on the book, and saw that she wrote another note at the location of the slice of the sleepy bean: squeezing with the side of the silver knife is easier to juice than slicing.

Ron simply laid the side of his silver short knife flat and squeezed the sleepy bean, and sure enough, the beans immediately oozed a large amount of juice, and Ron quickly dripped the juice into his crucible, and was pleasantly surprised to find that his potion immediately turned the pale snow blue mentioned in the book.

"Harry, Harry, look. Ron elbowed Harry.

"How did you do that?" said Harry, who was struggling with his glasses, looking embarrassed by the sleepy beans.

"You grind it, don't cut it. Ron pointed.

Harry didn't hesitate to do what Ron did, and sure enough, the potion turned pale blue. Ron is more confident if he obtains the treasure, Lavion Tugwood must be a potions elite from a pure-blood family, only these guys with family inheritance will know more efficient secret techniques in the intensive training class than textbooks, those guys must have obtained the Harris family's professor to understand this, thinking of this, Ron immediately picked up the textbook and carefully identified the content below, he already planned to make potions completely according to the annotations in his textbook.

As Ron continued to boil the potion as he followed Lavion Tugwood's notes, Seamus tossed the freshly cut grass roots into the dry pot, and the flames burst through his cauldron, his cheeks darkened and his features wrinkled. In McMillan's dry pot, a large mass suddenly jumped out, like a jelly-like green gelatinous object, and what was even more frightening was that the thing seemed to be alive.

Slughorn walked around the classroom to help the troubled little wizards clean up the mess, but he was surprised to find that this lesson was different. Many young wizards did not handle potions in a way that was consistent with the textbooks, such as Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson, who did not handle potions like a student who had just entered an advanced class, but like a potions master, and these changed tips were both skilled and efficient, and they all succeeded in keeping their potions in order.

Noticing that Hermione Granger had taken the lead in stopping handling potions, she was waiting for the potions to be brewed to the corresponding heat after adding wormwood powder to the roots of the daffodils, and after glancing at her crucible to determine that talking to the other party at this time would not affect her progress, Slughorn walked up to Hermione and asked, "Miss Granger, please forgive me for my curiosity, I would like to ask where you and your classmates have mastered the knowledge and skills of brewing potions outside of these textbooks." ”

"Professor Slughorn, Professor Alan Harris's intensive school provides this valuable knowledge for good enough wizards. Hermione's back straightened.

"Remarkable...... I've heard some of Professor Harris's ideas for education reform...... But I didn't expect him to be enlightened to this point. Slughorn couldn't help but admire Alan a little in his heart, although in fact, this knowledge was only for the little wizards who were included in the Harris family in the training class, and it was obvious that Slughorn had misunderstood.

"Oh, no......" The red-haired wizard's frightened screams and sudden burst of anger startled everyone, "Why is my potion missing?"

The potions in the cauldron in front of Ron had vanished without a trace, leaving only a wisp of green smoke floating above the cauldron. And the little wizards around him who directly smelled the smoke felt extremely uplifted.

Slughorn walked around Hermione's desk, glanced at the remnants of Ron's cauldron, picked up Ron's textbook and flipped through it, "Oh, Lavien Tugwood, Hmm, Secresa Tugwood's great-granddaughter, I remember her, she had some talent for potions, and she liked to steal other people's personal skills and change recipes without permission, but she didn't want to put her foot on the ground and never wanted to verify it...... I don't blame you for Mr. Weasley's accident, but next time, please strictly follow the original text of the textbook, and besides, people who come into contact with that smoke will probably not be able to sleep for the next three days...... Lavion's imaginary changes turned what should have been a powerful sleeping pill into a powerful stimulant..."

"Hahaha, the red-haired Weasley and the dark circles under his eyes that don't sleep are going to imitate the red panda?" Draco immediately sneered at the offended Ron, "Do you think you are the hero of some story?

Slughorn turned his head to look at Draco and shut him up, though his expression was a little gloating. Slughorn then took the opportunity to ask the others, "Does anyone know who Sekrisa Tugwood is?"

Born in 1874, Sekrisa Tugwood invented many cosmetic potions and was the first witch to use them. Sekrissa also discovered the efficacy of Babo's tuber pus in the treatment of pimples. She died in 1966 at the age of 92. Her tombstone reads: 'Thank you to Sekrisa Tugwood for making the world a more beautiful place.' 'In honor of Secresa's achievement, she climbed the Chocolate Worm ......" Pansy opened her mouth before Hermione, but before she could finish her sentence, she was interrupted by another sudden burst of gas.

I saw the same green smoke that Ron had just made covering the Potions professor who was listening to Pansy's answer, and Harry coughed a few times and began to apologize to his professor in a whispering voice: "I'm sorry...... Professor Slughorn, I forgot that my potions were made the same way as Ron......"

Harry Potter: The Scholar is invincible

Harry Potter: The Scholar is invincible