In fact, Harry, Ron, and Hermione and Verlin spent the entire break speculating about what Dumbledore would teach Harry and why he would take him with him.

Ron thought it was most likely a large curse that the Death Eaters didn't know about.

Hermione said that such a thing was illegal, and she thought that Dumbledore was more likely to want to teach Harry advanced defensive magic.

However, based on Dumbledore's attitude towards magic, it is difficult to say whether Dumbledore really cared about the difference in magic.

Overall, this is useful magic.

In fact, this is also in line with Vanlin's usual orientation on magic, or is Dumbledore's teaching a different method?

After the break, Hermione went to arithmetic divination, and Van Lin continued to study Fred's puzzle.

For example, the enhancement of the Iron Armor Charm?

In terms of portability and adaptability, it is difficult to find materials that can carry powerful spells in today's magic materials, and it is impossible for today's wizards to wear a heavy armor wherever they go, right?

Come to think of it, this is absolutely not advisable at this time period, whether in wizarding society or Muggle society, except for those who role-play, only madmen would do this.

And then there is the prevention of the Avada Death Spell, obviously, when a wizard is not enough to resist with his own magic, relying on the power of life is a good choice, but the bad thing is that you can't always get everyone to have a phoenix by their side.

Harry and Ron, on the other hand, returned to the common room and reluctantly began to do Snapliu's homework.

The assignments turned out to be so complicated that they weren't finished until Hermione rejoined them during the lunch break (though her arrival significantly sped up the work).

They had just finished their work when the bell rang for the two Potions classes in the afternoon, and Van Lin reluctantly looked up from the pile of strange equipment, Potions itself was not his choice, but to the worst thing, Professor McGonagall apparently helped him decide what he needed. So they walked down the familiar path to the basement classroom, which had belonged to Snape for so long, but now that it had changed owners.

.Grade.

People like Carat and Goyle, ranked, but four Slytherin students passed, including Malfoy.

There are also four Ravenclaw students, two Hufflepuff students, Ernie McMillan and Susan Bonn.

It is worth mentioning that the members, as for Susan, this is a little transparent, while Ernie is somewhat impressive.

Of course, it's not a good thing to become, and the Ernie are okay, but sometimes it's just too ostentatious.

"Hey, guys," Ernie said swarkingly, holding out his hand first as a few of them approached, "I didn't have a chance to speak to you in Defence Against the Dark Arts class this morning. Nice lesson, I think,...... 's habitual offenders, the Iron Armor Curse is too old-fashioned, isn't it...... How are you, Ron?"

"Uh......" Obviously, Ernie embarrassed Ron a little, and none of these people seemed to be embarrassed by the Charms course, and Ernie asked Ron, which made Ron feel a little ...... Something isn't quite right.

"It's alright......" Ron opened his mouth in embarrassment, but luckily, before Ron could come up with the next sentence, the door to the underground classroom opened, and Slavhorn's big belly popped out first.

As they walked into the classroom one by one, he greeted Harry and Shabini with particular warmth, his walrus-like beard curling into an arc over his smiling mouth.

Unusually, the underground classroom was already filled with all sorts of vapors and strange smells.

Van Lin sniffed with interest as he passed by the bubbling huge cauldron, and was still convinced of Slahhorn's potion level, naturally, he had certain expectations about what potions Slavhorn would come up with, at least he would not make himself more bored.

Four Slytherin students shared a table, as did the four Ravenclaw students.

Van Lin used one for several people, and Ernie and Susan joined in. They sat down at the table closest to a golden crucible that was emitting one of the most alluring scents Van Lin had ever smelled: somehow it reminded him of the sweetness of syrupy tart, the sweetness of cream cake, and some kind of ...... in Hermione's body Hmm, the scent?

He found himself breathing slowly, deeply, the smell of the potion filling him like a drink. A great sense of satisfaction gradually spreads.

Van Lin smiled at Hermione, hoping that the girl would respond, but unfortunately, he didn't have any scent on him, or rather, there was clearly no place for him in Hermione's senses......

"Now, now, now," Slahhorn's fat silhouette swayed slightly in the many shiny vapors. "Take out the scales, guys, and the Potions Kit, and don't forget your Advanced Potions Preparation ......"

"Professor?" Harry held his hand.

"Harry, good boy?"

"I don't have books, I don't have scales and anything else - neither do Ron and Van Lin - we don't know to get in and know-"

"Ah, yes, Professor McGonagall did mention it...... Don't worry, my dear child, don't worry at all. You can use the ingredients in the locker today, I'm sure we can lend you some scales, we have a few old books in stock, use them before you write to the Blotts......"

Slavhorn strode over to a cupboard in the corner, rummaged through for a moment, found three worn-out copies of Lebsius Poric's Advanced Potions Preparation, and gave them to Harry and Ron along with two sets of tarnished scales.

Fortunately, because of the needs of alchemy, Fan Lin was very well prepared with all the equipment. At least don't use those scales that have gone bad.

"So...... Now," Slahhorn returned to the front of the classroom, his already bulging chest straightened, and the buttons on his waistcoat looked in danger of flying out. "I've prepared some potions for you to see, just out of interest, and you know... You should have heard of them, even if you can't do it now. Can anyone tell me what this is?"

He pointed to the crucible closest to the Slytherin table. Van Lin sat up from his seat slightly, and saw that the liquid inside was like pure water boiling.

Hermione expertly raised her hand before the others, and Slavhorn pointed at her.

"It's a truth potion, a colorless and odorless potion that can force those who drink it to tell the truth," Hermione said.

"Very good, very good!" said Slavhorn happily. "Now," he continued, pointing to the crucible closest to the Ravenclaw table, "this one is very famous...... It was also mentioned recently in a Ministry of Magic brochure...... Who can-"

Hermione's hand was the first to be raised. "It's a polyjuice decoction, Professor," she said.

Harry recognized the second cauldron bubbling slowly and looking like mud, but he wasn't surprised that Hermione had earned points for getting the question right, she had managed to make it back in her second year.

"Great, great! Now, here's this...... Yes, dear?" Hermione's hand was raised again, and Slavhorn looked confused. "It's an amotine!"

"That's true. It seems silly to ask," Slavhorn looked impressed, "I guess you know what it's for, right?"

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

"Exactly, I guess you recognize it by the mother-of-pearl sheen that waits out of its own?"

"And the spiral-shaped steam that characterizes it," replied Hermione enthusiastically, "plus, everyone smells it differently, and it has to do with what attracts us, I can smell freshly cut grass, new parchment, and—"

Hermione didn't finish, her face flushed, and she glanced stealthily to the side, but then the girl straightened up.

Sadly, all of Van Lin's attention is now on that old textbook.

If Van Lin guessed correctly, this dog-crawling graffiti textbook should be the notes of the half-blood prince?

It was supposed to be in Harry's hands, but maybe Harry didn't like the book very much.

Regardless, these potions changes seem to be worth a try, if successful......

"Can I know your name, dear?" Slavhorn ignored Hermione's embarrassment.

"Hermione Granger, Professor. ”

"Granger, Granger, are you probably related to Hector Davos-Granger, who founded the most paranormal pharmacist association?"

"No, I don't think so, Professor. I'm from a Muggle family, you know. ”

Harry saw Malfoy leaning into Nott's ear and saying something, both of them laughing secretly. But Slavhorn wasn't discouraged, instead, he smiled and looked at Harry, who was sitting next to Hermione.

"Oh!' Two of my best friends are Muggle families, and they're two of the best in our grade!' I guess that's what you call one of them, Harry?"

"Yes, Professor. Harry said.

"Good, good, you earn 20 points for Gryffindor, Miss Granger," Slavhorn said kindly.

Malfoy's expression was the same as he had been when he had been hit in the nose by Hermione in the past. Hermione, radiant, turned to Harry and whispered, "Did you really tell him I was the best in the grade?" Oh, Harry!"

"Oh, of course, you still have Van Lin, though he might be ...... now"

"What are you doing?" asked Hermione in a whisper, looking back.

"Study ......" Van Lin put the book away, then leaned over, "I'd love to know what you didn't finish ...... just now."

"Shut up and listen!" Hermione blushed and quietly pushed someone too close away with her elbow.

"Of course, amotin does not produce true love. It is impossible to create or imitate love. It simply causes a powerful obsession and delusion. It's probably the most dangerous and powerful potion in the room—oh, yes," he nodded gravely at Malfoy and Nott, who were smirking suspiciously, "If you had my experience, you wouldn't have underestimated the power of this delusional love......

"Now," Slahhorn said, "let's get started." ”

"Professor, you haven't told us what's in this one. Ernie McMillan asked, pointing to a small black cauldron on Slahhorn's desk. The potion inside was splashing happily, the color was like molten gold, and large drops of liquid were constantly jumping up on the surface like goldfish, but not a drop fell outside.

"Oh," Slavhorn said again.

Van Lin was sure that Slavhorn hadn't forgotten the potion, and was just waiting to ask about it in an attempt to create a dramatic effect.

Generally speaking, this is a common practice.

"Yes. That one. Well, the medicine, ladies and gentlemen, it's the weirdest little potion of all, and it's called Flyers. I guess," he turned to look at Hermione, who had already let out a gasp, "You must know what Flyer Phase One is for, Miss Granger?"

"It's a potion of luck," Hermione said excitedly, "and it can get you lucky!"

Van Lin finally concentrated, the elixir is not something that ordinary wizards can make, it can be said that it involves something that ordinary magic can't explain, there is something about luck or something more mysterious.

That is, it is a part of fate, the function of guiding or guiding, collapsing the multiple possibilities of things to one of the best options.

It can be said that the greatest value of Slahhorn that Van Lin knows is the production of the elixir.

Just like Van Lin, the whole class seemed to sit up a little straighter, no one was stupid, and the elixir was not something that would be placed on the counter casually.

All Harry could see was the back of Malfoy's head covered in his oily blonde hair, as Malfoy had finally begun to listen intently to Slahhorn.

"Exactly, Gryffindor plus ten points. yes, it's a fun little potion, Flyers Phase One," Slavhorn said. "That is, the elixir...... His preparation process is extremely ingenious, and any mistake is catastrophic. Then, if it's made correctly, like this one, you'll find that all your efforts will succeed...... At least until the effect wears off. ”

"Why don't people drink it all the time, Professor?" said Terry Brandt eagerly.

"Because if taken excessively, it can lead to sloppy, reckless and dangerous egos," Slavhorn said. "Joy and sorrow, you know...... Taking large doses will be highly toxic. But take it sparingly, very sparingly......"

"So, have you ever drunk it, Professor?" asked Michael Kona with interest.

"I've drunk it twice in my life," Slahhorn said, "once when I was 24 and once when I was 57." Take a tablespoon twice with breakfast. Two perfect days. ”

He looked dreamily into the distance. Regardless of whether he was acting or not, Van Lin had to admit that in this regard, Slavhorn still has a very good set, at least in terms of the current classroom atmosphere, the effect is good, Slavhorn has successfully attracted everyone's attention.

"And that," said Slahhorn, apparently back to reality, "is the elixir, and that's the reward I've left for this lesson." ”

For a moment, there was silence in the room, and the sound of each bubbling and churning of the surrounding potions seemed to be amplified tenfold.