Slughorn's voice fell.

Everyone went to their desks and opened their books.

Unlike the original books, Harry and Ron knew during the summer that it would be Slughorn as the new Potions professor.

And he's interested in . L. Exam scores are only required to be good.

Ron both got good grades on the Potions exam.

So both bought themselves textbooks.

The half-blood prince's old textbook should still be lying in the bookcase in the corner at the moment.

Owen was still interested in Snape's old textbooks, and the reason why he was interested was because he wanted to organize and print Snape's old textbooks. The "Advanced Potions Crafting" used by the young wizards now obviously has all kinds of problems, even if it is not for the sake of the young wizards, for the sake of his own fame, Snape should do this.

Because it would catapult him to become one of the greatest potions masters in the wizarding world.

Snape was not a man of fame and fortune, and as for why he didn't make his notes public—maybe there was something else?

Owen rubbed his chin and thought for a moment.

Of course, we all know that love potions do not create love, it only creates a false attachment. In the past, many wizards have stumbled over the infatuation of demons, but don't underestimate this potion, it is probably the most dangerous and powerful potion in this classroom. ”

Owen is back in class.

On the other side, when Ernie interrupted Slughorn to ask about the gold-like potion in the last small cauldron on the podium.

"It's a polyjuice potion, sir." Hermione said again.

"Aphrodisiac!"

This obviously won't be clear water, then it can only be ......

With Slughorn's permission, Owen went to the locker by the wall.

Harry didn't know that Slughorn would be teaching Potions for the next semester.

And his test scores were only good, and Snape's improvement class required excellent grades, so Harry in the original story didn't buy potions textbooks at all during the summer vacation.

"Oh-I see." Slughorn said with a smile, his eyes darling back and forth over Hermione and Owen, "Looks like someone is helping you with your extracurricular tuition." ”

Dumbledore knew all this.

As a well-known healer who was once a sensation, Slughorn had no doubt that Owen was excellent at potions, and with such a partner, Miss Granger's excellent potion level seemed to explain it.

The pages were moldy, scribbled all over them, and the margins of each page were as black as the places where the potions were printed.

Owen quickly opened the locker, and at a glance saw several copies of "Advanced Potions Making" being placed in the corner.

He pointed to the crucible in front of a Ravenclaw.

"I thought you had a talent for Defence Against the Dark Arts and Spells, and maybe not as good at potions as you were in other subjects. Miss Granger—you're amazing. ”

And Slughorn began to take classes. He straightened his already bulging chest forward, and the buttons on his vest were about to burst, "Okay, I've prepared a few potions to open your eyes, of course, just out of interest." When you finish the advanced class, you should be able to make something like this. You haven't done it yourself, but you've certainly heard of it, and who can tell me what this one is? ”

After all, they drank it in the second grade

"W-what about this?"

"I guess you little wizards have a lot of talents that I don't know about. It's amazing. Slughorn sighed, then shifted the subject back.

"Really?" Owen was a little surprised, although he couldn't figure out why, but - don't take it for nothing.

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

"Lost?" Slughorn was stunned, but he didn't pay much attention to it, it was normal for little wizards to lose everything, but on the first day of school, he lost the textbook, which still surprised him.

So he suddenly raised his hand, "Professor, I lost my textbook." ”

"Not bad at all." Slughorn showed sincere admiration at this time, "Then you must know what it's used for." ”

"Maybe the Aurors lost it when they checked it." Owen unceremoniously threw the pot at the poor Aurors.

"Good, good!" Slughorn happily said, "What about the others?" ”

"Now let's start the lessons."

"It's the truth spitting, a colorless, tasteless elixir that forces the person who drinks it to tell the truth." Hermione said.

This was a huge boost in his subsequent efforts to win Slughorn's favor.

And the old textbook that opened the line is very eye-catching mixed with that pile of books.

"Okay. There are some old textbooks in the storage cabinet, you can use them first, and you can write to the Blotted Bookstore in a few days."

But- Dumbledore doesn't seem to need to do that anymore.

So he wasn't sure if there was still that old textbook in that cabinet.

"It's amazing." Slughorn praised, "Gryffindor plus twenty points." ”

Owen was poring over the old textbook in his hand.

He wasn't sure if Snape had left his old textbooks behind.

Harry recognized the second crucible with bubbles like mud.

That's why he instructed Snape to keep his old textbooks, and Harry would definitely get them.

"It's not a professor." Hermione was a little uncomfortable at the compliment, and she unconsciously glanced in Owen's direction to see that he was studying the old textbook in his hand.

"Uh-" Hermione suddenly felt a little hot, and she paused before speaking, "the most effective love potion in the world!" ”

He pointed to the crucible closest to the Slytherin table, where only the water was tumbling.

In the original book, Snape should have been instructed by Dumbledore to keep his old textbook.

The handwriting is strange – sometimes sloppy, sometimes very careful.

It's like two people wrote it.

Or it was written by a person under two emotions.

At the bottom of the back cover of the book is written: "This book belongs only to the half-blood prince"

It was also a little strange that he didn't remember Snape's signature in the original story, after all, it was too detailed, how could he possibly remember that.

Most of the potion recipes in Advanced Potions have been refined, although the improvements are not huge, such as changing the ingredients or something.

Most of it is about how to handle the material, the number of times it is stirred, the order in which the ingredients are added, and so on.

But the main thing is that there are so many that almost all recipes have been improved.

It was hard to imagine that sixteen or seventeen-year-old Snape had such a talent for potions.

When- Slughorn explains the Elixir to the young wizards, and says that it will give a vial of the Elixir as a prize to the young wizard who is the first to make a high-quality Living Hell Potion.

In an instant, everyone fell into a huge surprise.

The little wizards prepared the materials and eagerly lit the fire of the cauldron in front of them.

Hermione, of course, was among them.

But she soon had an accident.

After adding the grassroots.

There is a material called Sleepy Beans that needs to be processed.

The sleepy bean is the fruit of the sleepy grass. This is a pearly white, shriveled bean that looks a lot like an overgrown mistletoe berry.

There is a silvery thick juice in the sleepy beans, and taking it directly can erase a person's memory.

The textbook says to slice it with a silver knife to make the juice flow out, but the surface of the sleepy bean is so slippery that a little pressure will cause it to pop out.

All of a sudden, the whole church was littered with splashes of sleepy beans.

"Squeeze the beans with the side of a silver knife and don't cut them directly." Owen whispered to Hermione.

"Squeeze?" Hermione was upset by Sleepy Beans, and she subconsciously wanted to refute it, but out of trust in Owen, she knew that he was very good at improving potion recipes, and both the second and third years proved it, so, after only a moment's hesitation, she decided to follow Owen's words.

Sure enough, choosing to squeeze directly with the knife, it only took a few seconds for Hermione to complete the process.

"How do you know to squeeze?" Hermione asked.

"Superior advice." Owen replied with a smile.

On the other side of the desk, Ron and Harry were also in sight.

The improvement class is not compared to the previous class, and the little wizards who have enough grades and are willing to take the elective will come to the class, so the number is not large.

There were six people at a table, and the advice that Owen had just said to Hermione, the others naturally heard.

Without saying a word, Ernie dodged his sleepy bean.

Others have followed suit.

"Then stir with your wand, seven times counterclockwise, and then clockwise! Keep this action going. Owen continued.

It itself stirs its wand at this frequency.

Hermione naturally did as he was told.

Although it is clearly written in the book that you must keep stirring counterclockwise until the color of the potion turns like water.

But she didn't question it anymore, because she only tried, and the purple in the crucible turned pink.

Then she tried to mix counterclockwise as described in the textbook, but for a while, the color didn't change much.

"This"

The naked effect was just around the corner, much to Hermione's distress.

She picked up her textbook and looked at it carefully, she probably bought some pirated textbooks.

No problem!

She even brought Harry's textbooks.

Refer to the following.

"Advanced Potions Making" by Liberasius Polage.

Libasius Polage is a South American sorcerer who is considered one of the most famous apothecaries in the world. Attended the Castrobusher School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Could it be that there is something wrong with this Libasius Polage?

Hermione thought of Lockhart for no reason.

But after thinking about it carefully, I felt that it was wrong, the story was completely different from professional academic books, and the other party could not become a world-renowned potions master just by copying other people's work.

Unfortunately, Owen couldn't hear Hermione's heart.

Otherwise, he would definitely tell the other party that the academic circle is not as clean as she thought.

About another five minutes passed.

Slughorn suddenly spoke, "Alright, it's time. ”

"Please stop stirring!"

He walked slowly between the tables, taking turns checking each cauldron.

He didn't make any comments, just stirring it once in a while, or leaning in and sniffing it.

Finally he walked over to the table where Owen and the others were.

"Huh?"

When he saw that several crucibles were rippling with the living hell decoction like clear water, he finally couldn't help but let out a short sigh of surprise.

"It's-"

Slughorn looked at Harry, Ron, and Ernie in turn at their cauldrons.

"I can't believe it, it's amazing."

Eventually, he walked between Hermione and Owen.

"Oh, this is the best living hell potion I've ever seen. I dare say it only takes one drop to bring down everyone present. ”

"But—"

Hermione and Owen's results were of the best quality, almost evenly matched, so Slughorn was a little hesitant for a moment.

"Professor, it was Owen who won, and we were instructed by him." Hermione spoke immediately.

The rest of the young wizards nodded as well.

"Really?" Slughorn looked at Owen, a silver glow in his pupils, "Alright, take it - I'll give you a bottle of Elixir and make good use of it!" ”

Owen pocketed the golden liquid.

Be in a good mood.

This potion is extremely difficult to brew and takes a long time, taking several months.

Even if he had this ability, he wouldn't choose to brew the elixir.

It's too much effort and time.

"Owen, how did you know how to make those potions?" As soon as he left the basement classroom, Harry couldn't wait to ask.

He wasn't Hermione, he hadn't been instructed by Owen on potions, and although he knew that the pretty wizard in front of him was a famous healer, Harry didn't have a direct impression of that.

"It's just that I picked up the old grandfather - ah-no-it's the martial arts secret book left by the melancholy uncle." Owen babbled in his head. Then he handed Hermione the old textbook in his hand.

"What is this?"

"Uncle's treasured cheats." Owen smiled and said, "You can take a look, and then you can sort out all the potion improvements in it, print it in a book, and send it to others, I think that's the biggest purpose of this book." ”

Hermione took Snape's old textbook and frowned as she opened it.

"These annotations."

"Are you sure it's safe?"

It's normal for Miss Granger to have such doubts, this is Hogwarts, the school of witchcraft and wizardry!

It is foolish to casually believe the annotations on a book without imagining a textbook.

Because there are indeed some seniors who specialize in disgusting people, they will deliberately leave some traps waiting for the junior little wizards to eat them.

In the castle, the more unknown things are, the more you have to stay away.

"Don't worry!" "It doesn't get any safer than that," Owen said. ”

Hermione nodded,

She didn't understand why Owen was so sure, but she chose to believe him.

Afterwards, the men separated.

Hermione went to the library to get ready to sort through her old textbooks.

Harry and Ron went back to the common room.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Harry and Miss Zhang's personal tutoring session was there.

As for Owen, he also went back to the lounge.

Getting some sleep might be a good option.

But before that, you have to eat first.

A few weeks later.

In Potions class, Slughorn became more and more amazed at the talent of the young wizards, who were more and more successful in brewing potions, and he said that he had never taught so many geniuses.

Of course, as for the reason, it was because Hermione had already finished sorting through the old books, edited them into a booklet and sent them to the other young wizards.

The name of the half-blood prince is also becoming more and more known.

Everyone is speculating that this senior must be a well-known Potions Master, and the author of "Advanced Potions Making", Liberasius Polage, was born at the end of the last century about the same age as Dumbledore, and he became famous only after the forties and fifties, and the book was published after the fifties, and Hogwarts listed it as a textbook even later.

So this 'half-blood prince' must have been a senior at Hogwarts in the sixties and seventies.

He should be no more than forty years old today.

Forty-year-old Potions Master, this information was easy to deduce, and it only took Hermione an hour to figure it out.

Unfortunately, none of the most famous Potions masters of our time are under the age of forty, and the only famous scholar in his early forties is not a Hogwarts graduate.

"Maybe it's a woman?"

One weekend, there was a meeting in the Responsive House.

On the Transfiguration table and chair, Hermione was holding the old textbook, which she had flipped through several times, and she said, "Deliberately using a name like this to confuse the public." And the handwriting is very fine, not like it was written by a boy. ”

"How many girls would like to call themselves princes?" Harry retorted, "Your argument is too far-fetched. ”

"Not necessarily." Hermione said, "There are quite a few girls in the castle who want to be princes." ”

"Huh?" Harry was stunned and looked at her.

"It's just that the princess doesn't want to, and I think this reason is a bit far-fetched." She quickly changed the subject, "Half-blood prince, at least we can know that the author of this book may be a half-blood. ”

"Hey-Owen, who the hell do you think the 'Half-Blood Prince' is?" Harry looked at Owen, who was writing a letter to him.

“.”

Owen looked up and looked at Harry with disgust.

Then he put away the letters on the table.

It was a letter he wrote to his grandfather, asking what he had discovered in Canada.

"The answer is in the stem." He shook his head and said, "How can anyone be so blind as this?" Can't even guess this? ”

"Huh?" Harry was stunned, a clear stupidity in his eyes.

Hermione frowned.

The answer is in the stem?

She thought for a moment.

Then suddenly his eyes widened at the boss.

Where did Owen find the old textbook?

In Slughorn's classroom.

And if the book does not belong to Slughorn himself.

so

The original owner of that classroom was

"Oh my God!" Hermione suddenly realized who the 'half-blood prince' was?

"You guessed it a long time ago?" She looked at Owen.

"Is it hard?" Owen said, "It only took me a few seconds!" ”

“.” The little witch glared at him, then at Harry.

I can't imagine what Harry would have thought if he knew that all the achievements and accolades he had achieved in Potions class over the past few weeks had come from Snape.

(End of chapter)