"A small vial of Elixir," Slavhorn said emphatically, and then pulled a small glass bottle with a cork from his pocket and showed it to everyone. "That's enough to sustain 2 hours of good luck. From dawn to dusk, you will have good luck in everything you want to do. ”

Van Lin nodded, according to Slahhorn's temperament, naturally, he wanted to show his best side to everyone as soon as he came up, so as to improve his own positioning, and the configuration of the elixir was just a good gimmick.

This thing is not common, it can be described as rare, after all, at some point, a bottle of elixir is enough to change the fate of the user, and now it seems that both Harry and Malfoy need it.

Van Lin looked down at the textbook on the table again, and he had already placed the one he had pulled out of that looked like a notebook in front of Hallied.

If it had been Snape's potions note in the first place, it would have been clear that Harry would have followed the notes and ended up with the vial of the elixir.

Obviously, it's not of much use if you keep holding it yourself.

In fact, as Slavhorn said, elixirs are not a precious thing, and over-reliance can produce very bad results, and the work carried out by Van Lin, whether it was the confrontation with the Death Eaters or the study of alchemy.

Coincidence does not solve all problems, and the efficacy of the elixir does not last long enough for Van Lin to complete the entire work or research to be carried out.

Unlike Harry, if Dumbledore was training Harry, at some juncture, the elixir still had a great effect.

Slahhorn was still basking in the pride of making the Elixir, but thankfully, the professor soon came to his senses and resumed his job.

"Now, I must warn you that elixirs are forbidden substances in organized competitions...... For example, sporting events, exams or elections. So our winner can only use it on a normal day...... Then wait and see how this ordinary day becomes extraordinary!"

"So," Slavo said suddenly briskly, "how can you win this incredible reward?" We have a little over an hour left, and you're going to have to make a decent water of life and death during that time. I know it's more complicated than you've ever made before, and I don't expect to get a perfect potion from anyone. However, the one who does the best will win this vial of Elixir. Let's get started!"

With a command, everyone pulled the crucible towards them, and dragged it on the table with a shrill grinding sound, and there were a few muffled noises as they added weights to the scales, but no one spoke. The classroom is filled with visible and tangible concentration.

Van Lin saw Malfoy excitedly flip through his book Advanced Potions Preparation. It couldn't have been clearer that Malfoy wanted to have that lucky day.

As for the reason, Van Lin probably knows it.

After all, a mission like the assassination of Dumbledore is not something that anyone can accomplish.

In fact, Voldemort's original intention was only to punish the Malfoys, but Draco was still in the dark.

This is very deceptive.

Honor, status, and the trust of the Dark Lord.

Especially since he was born into a Death Eater family, as a pure-blood nobleman, the Dark Lord now represents eternal glory.

It's not hard to see why.

The young and vigorous Draco was complacent because of Voldemort's trust, even Verlin, who was obsessed with Hermione's gentleness......

It's probably the same concept.

Judging by Draco's state, it is clear that completing the Dark Lord's mission is the highest order, and for this, Draco will do everything he can.

Now Draco is not lacking in courage, what is lacking now is just an opportunity, and the elixir can help Draco do this, naturally, this small bottle of potion Draco does not want to give up.

This is probably the state of not waking up yet.

"Let's get started. Fan Lin said, taking the lead in picking up the two books, at least on the surface there is no difference, both are the same shabby,

Van Lin deliberately placed the one with the notes in front of Harry, "I think this reward is not bad. ”

"It was simply amazing. Ron said, grabbing the book in his hand and opening it to prepare for his work.

Harry then bent down to look at the tattered old book that Slavhorn had lent him.

To his chagrin, he found that the old owner of the book had scribbled on every page, and that the margins of the book were as black as if they had been printed. He had to get closer to make out the recipe (even here, the book's former owner had filled it with notes and crossed out sections), and hurried to the locker to find the ingredients he needed.

By the time Harry rushed back to his cauldron, Malfoy was already cutting valerian roots as fast as he could.

This put him a big step behind the others, and Van Lin was unhurried to put everything on the table.

The Water of Life and Death Van Lin had configured, according to the method in the book, it was obvious that it would not be an hour to end if he wanted to configure a near-perfect Water of Life and Death, but Van Lin was eager to see Snape's approach, that is, Harry's approach.

From time to time, everyone glanced up at the progress of others, which was both an advantage and a disadvantage of Potions class, and it was difficult to keep one's work a secret.

Within ten minutes, the classroom was filled with blue steam.

Hermione, as expected, seemed to be the fastest.

Her potion already resembled a "homogeneous, blackcurrant-colored liquid", exactly what the ideal semi-finished product mentioned in the book would look like.

Van Lin's potion was almost evenly fused, and because of the ingredients, Harry had only just begun to prepare the ingredients.

After cutting the grassroots, Harry bent down again to read.

Harry was annoyed to make out the instructions from the stupid scribbles of the book's old owner. For some reason, the man disagreed with the order in which the sleeping beans were cut, and instead wrote down another instruction: it was better to squeeze out the juice by grinding it with the smooth side of a silver knife than to cut it out.

Harry looked up at the people around him, and he remembered that the Sleeping Beans should have been chopped, at least as Van Lin had just been......

"Professor, I think you know my grandfather, Abraxas Malfoy, right?" Harry looked up, and Slavhorn was passing by the Slytherin table.

"yes," Slavhorn didn't look at Malfoy, "I'm sad to hear that he's dead, but of course it's not a surprise that he's ...... a dragon pox at his age."

He walked away. Harry snickered as he lay on the crucible. He knew that Malfoy would have wanted the same treatment as Harry and Shabini, and perhaps even the kind of treatment Snape had given him.

However, it seems that if he wants to win that bottle of elixir, he can only rely on his real skills. Sleeping beans are indeed very difficult to cut. Harry turned to Hermione.

"Can I borrow your silver knife?"

Hermione nodded impatiently, her eyes never leaving her potion, it was still dark fuchsia, but according to the book, it should be light lilac at this point.

Harry used the side of the knife to grind the beans. To his surprise, the beans immediately oozed a large amount of juice, and he even doubted that the crumpled beans could hold that much juice.

He hastened to shovel them all into the cauldron, and to his astonishment he found that the potion had immediately turned the pale lilac color described in the textbook. His anger at the book's old owner vanished in a flash.

Harry squinted at the next line of instructions in the book. According to the textbook, he had to stir the potion in a counterclockwise direction until it became clear.

But according to the book's old owner's note, he should have added a clockwise stir after every seven times of counterclockwise stirring.

Could the old master be right again?" Harry held his breath and stirred in a counterclockwise direction, then a little in a clockwise direction. The potion turned a very pale pink.

"How did you do that?" asked Hermione, her face flushed, her hair growing thicker in the smoke from the cauldron, her potion still clinging to purple.

"Add one more clockwise stir—"

"No, no, the book says it's counterclockwise!" she interrupted him sharply. Harry shrugged and went about his course. Seven times counterclockwise, one clockwise, pause...... Seven times counterclockwise, one clockwise......

Van Lin looked at Harry's actions, and it was clear that it was Snape's notes, and judging by the effect......

Looking at the purple cauldron that still appeared, it was clear that Snape hadn't bothered much to teach him anything about potion manipulation, and as a rule of thumb, it would take at least ten minutes to change into the desired color in the book.

On the other side of the table, Ron was cursing fluently and in a low voice, his potion looking like a licorice root potion.

Van Lin glanced around, no one's potion could become as light as Harry's.

Apparently, Harry had noticed this too, and he was proud that this had never happened before in this underground classroom.

Harry couldn't help but smile at Van Lin, this was the first time, and it was in Potions class......

"Time...... Here!" Slahhorn shouted. "Please stop stirring!"

Slahhorn slowly examined each crucible between his desks. He didn't comment, except to stir the potion or sniff it once in a while. Finally, he came to the table where the few people sat in Van Lin.

He smiled wryly at the asphalt-like stuff in Ron's crucible. He quickly swept over Ernie's navy blue mixture and nodded in satisfaction with Hermione's potion.

Similar to Hermione, Van Lin's potions were based on the normal configuration procedures of the book, and it was obviously impossible to do better than Hermione.

Naturally, Slavhorn was only satisfied with Van Lin's potion, saying that everything was expected by him.

Then he saw Harry's, and a smile of surprise broke out on his face.

"The undisputed winner!" he shouted into the entire underground classroom. "Great, great, Harry! my God, it's clear you've inherited your mother's talent. She's a potions master, Lily is! Hold, then, hold—a bottle of Elixir and use it as promised!"

Harry stuffed the vial of golden liquid into his inner pocket, feeling mixed feelings, happy to see the fury on the Slytherin student's face, and guilty at Hermione's look of regret. And Ron was just dumbfounded.

"How did you do that?" he asked Harry quietly as they left the basement classroom.

"Luck, I thought. Harry said, because Malfoy could still hear it. It wasn't until they were safely seated at the Gryffindor table for dinner that Harry felt comfortable telling them. As Harry spoke, Hermione's face grew pale.

"I'm guessing you think I'm cheating?" he said, annoyed by Hermione's expression.

"Well, that's not the way you figured it out on your own, is it?" said the girl stiffly.

"He just followed a different kind of instructions than we did," Van Lin reassured. "It could have been tragic, wouldn't it? But he took the risk, and it paid off. ”

"And it's not a dangerous thing, potions are something that needs to be improved, isn't it?, and Harry just changed the mixing process......" Van Lin said, trying to get the girl not to dwell too much on the matter.

Ron sighed.

"Slavhorn could have given me this book, but no, no one wrote it on the one I got it. Except that on page 52 there seems to be signs of vomiting, but-"

"Wait," a voice came from Harry's left ear, and he suddenly smelled the scent of flowers, which he had also smelled in Slahhorn's underground classroom. Harry turned around and saw Ginny sitting down.

"Did I hear me right? You're carrying out an order written in a book, Harry?" she looked alert and angry. Harry immediately understood what she was thinking.

"Nothing. He lowered his voice and said comfortingly. "It's not like that, you know, Riddle's diary. It's just an old textbook that's been scribbled. ”

"But you're doing what it says?"

"I just tried a few hints on the white margins of the page, and honestly, Ginny, it's nothing unusual—"

"Ginny got to the point," Hermione immediately picked herself up, "we should check to see if there's anything wrong." I mean, all those weird notes, who knows?"

"Hermione is right, Harry, maybe we should be careful. "But it's just a simple magic. ”

"How?" said Harry, placing the book on the table, no one could be sure if it was another journal left by Riddle.

Potions notes? From Voldemort?

"I'll come, the secret is back!" Hermione couldn't wait to tap her wand on the notebook Harry had brought back.

The pages of the book clattered open, but aside from the small black print, Van Lin did not notice anything unusual......

At least, sitting here, the word half-blood prince has not been discovered by Van Lin until now.

"This ...... Looks like it's fine," Hermione still stared at the book suspiciously. "I mean, it really doesn't look like ...... Just a textbook. ”

"But at least it's fine, isn't it? Harry said, as if mocking their distrust.

"Okay, I'll take it back. Harry sat down with the book on the table, but his hand slipped to the floor and spread out.

No one is watching. Harry bent down to pick up the book, and at the same time he saw a line written in the same fine scribbled handwriting at the bottom of the back cover, and the instructions with the same handwriting had just earned him a bottle of Elixir, which was now safely hidden in a pair of socks in a box upstairs.