In Potions class the next day, Slughorn watched with anticrative anticipation as the four young wizards of the House took their seats one by one, unlike the fifth year. Since the sixth grade, the young wizards are no longer fixed to those courses, but will be based on the . to see if you can go to advanced classes.

So this year, the number of people attending the Potions class was instantly reduced by half, so much so that students from the four houses could study together.

"Open your textbooks. Today is your first Potions lesson in sixth form, and I want you to remember that it was very meaningful. Course. ”

Slughorn said as he pulled out a small cork from his pocket, and shook it in front of the young wizards.

"It's a very special potion, it's called the potion of luck, who can tell me what it is."

"Elixir, Professor."

Hermione must have been the first to answer his question, and even Slughorn raised her hand before she could finish asking.

"Quite right!"

Slughorn said as he shook the vial at the others a few times, the transparent bottle glittering in the dim light.

"That's right, it's the elixir, and I'm going to make it a prize for this lesson."

To his surprise, there was no discussion as he had imagined, and the students in the audience behaved unusually calmly, as if what he had just said was not a magic potion but a plaster for scabies.

"Please turn to the tenth page of "Advanced Potion Making", there are still more than two hours before the end of class, you will use this time to make a living hell potion I know that this is the first time you have encountered such a complex potion, so I don't expect anyone to make a perfect potion, the one who does the best will win this small bottle of elixir."

Slughorn intends to find talent from this group of young wizards in the simplest and most brutal way.

"Professor." As soon as he finished speaking, a young wizard in the audience said, "We have already learned the content of the Living Hell Potion in the fourth grade. ”

"Oh, your Professor Snape didn't tell me about it."

Snape didn't even tell him about the progress of the lesson, but simply said before he started the lesson: 'I suggest you teach them your real skills, they are very picky students.' ’

Slughorn frowned and thought for a while: "I won't change the title, so it's still the one who does the best job to win this vial of elixir." ”

As soon as his words fell, the eyes of the little wizards looked at the same place in unison.

Dudley's seat.

If you want to say who has the highest level of potions here, it has to be Dudley, that is the 'big troll' Snape who has to pick out a few bones in the egg, and he is at the level of endless mouth.

As long as he participates in other people's plays?

Dudley spread his hands and said, "My results are not counted in this test." ”

He can boil the elixir himself, it's just to take some time, there is no need to grab it with his classmates and discourage the enthusiasm of others.

After his words fell, a hint of joy appeared on the faces of the others.

As long as Dudley didn't participate, then they wouldn't have thought of something later.

Because they remembered another potions master, who was slightly inferior to Dudley, but the potions he made were also very good. Miss Granger.

This time Dudley chose to ignore it, he wouldn't give Hermione the master, and let her grades not count or anything.

Seeing that Dudley didn't say anything, the young wizards all showed regretful expressions, but when Slughorn announced the start, they still joined the ranks of serious potions.

There is little hope, but at least there is hope.

At least it won't be absolutely crushed.

"Alright, it's time." Slughorn nodded and said, "Let me take a look at your work." ”

"Oh, that's great!"

"This one too."

"Absolutely fine"

Looking at the works of the little wizards, the expression on Slughorn's face gradually changed from the original joy to ecstasy.

Albus didn't lie to me, these students are really good.

The difficulty of living hell decoction is definitely not small, even if you have learned it, it does not mean that you can successfully boil it.

I didn't expect everyone to do it.

It's just that it's so good, and it also makes Slughorn start to be distressed, and each work looks so perfect that I really don't know which one to choose.

Until he found Hermione's.

"It was perfect."

Slughorn looked at the liquid in Hermione's cauldron in amazement, and then he looked at Harry's work next to him.

"I've never seen something so good."

Slughorn's eyes straightened as he looked at the liquid in Harry's dry pot, and that was it if he had done it himself.

Harry's talent for potions is extremely biased, and the Living Hell Potion is also known as the Water of Life and Death, and the name alone tells you which type of potion it belongs to.

There is no doubt that it is a powerful sleeping pill, and it is a non-lethal poison and a potion.

"The Undisputed Winner"

Finally, Slughorn's gaze fell on Dudley's cauldron, and his expression froze.

While it was true that the liquid in the crucible looked like a living hell potion by color and form, Slughorn was certain that it was no longer a mere living hell potion.

Whose Living Hell Potion has a strange fragrance and mushrooms floating on it?

Is it a dish or a potion?

There must be a problem.

Failed?

I didn't expect that Dursley, who I was originally optimistic about, turned out to be a potions idiot?

Slughorn walked briskly to Dali's cauldron and dipped the fingernail of his little finger into his mouth.

The ears hear and the eyes see. It is also empty, and the eyes may deceive themselves

Therefore, tasting it with your mouth is the most direct way to judge a potion.

“！！！”

The moment the pink liquid was placed in his mouth, Slughorn felt like his taste buds were completely conquered.

He had never drunk anything so good

No, he's here to taste potions, not soup.

He looked at Dudley and was about to speak, when he felt an irresistible drowsiness hit him.

Hurriedly took out a bottle of potion from his pocket and poured it, and most of his drowsiness was relieved, but there was still a trace of it.

It is indeed the effect of the Living Hell Decoction, no, it is several times stronger than the effect of the ordinary Living Hell Decoction, and the ordinary decoction does not have this terrifying effect, and it cannot be relieved by taking the antidote.

At this moment, Slughorn felt like his hundred and twenty years of potions were shattered all over the ground.

Is it so powerful to make potions into dishes?

At this point, Slughorn remembered what Dudley had just said, and his score was not counted in this test.

Blame had to participate, the other party's ability was enough to start a sect and set up another branch of Potions.

Looking at such an excellent Dudley, Slughorn's heart was full of excitement.

I feel like I've discovered not just SSR, but the top-of-the-line UR!

(End of chapter)