As soon as he finished speaking, Professor Slughorn gently opened a crucible to his right.

"I think one of you must have flipped through the Potions textbook before class. He exclaimed, "So I want to ask, can anyone tell me what kind of potion this is?"

Many of the students rose slightly from their seats and looked at the boiling cauldron.

Inside was a pot of faint pink potions, emitting white smoke and hissing.

Matthew frowned and thought for a moment-

In fact, he had already made certain preparations.

After learning that the Potions teacher and the head of Slytherin were Horace Slughorn, who was a bit of a "snob" and only favored students from prominent families or gifted students—

In his spare time in the past few days, he has been flipping through potions textbooks in his spare time, and he has also looked up some materials related to potions when he was in the library.

Strive to be a "gifted" student in Slughorn's mind.

If he can be recognized by a professor and dean, it will undoubtedly be of great benefit to his future life at Hogwarts and even in the wizarding world.

After thinking for a few seconds, Matthew raised his hand.

Slughorn pointed at him.

"This is the Living Hell Potion, also known as the Water of Life and Death. He replied slowly, "It is a powerful sleeping pill that can make the drinker fall asleep and look like dead." ”

"Good, good!" Slughorn nodded happily.

He couldn't help but look at Matthew a few more times: "What is your name, may I ask?"

In fact, just five minutes ago, he had called Matthew's name during the roll call.

"Matthew Wakefield!" replied Matthew.

"Very well, Mr. Wakefield, please be seated!"

Slughorn nodded politely to Matthew, and he began to approach the crucible on the far right of the classroom.

"Now it's the potion's turn, can anyone tell me what it is?"

The potion in the cauldron has a dull yellow color, while at the same time filling the air with a fragrant smell that makes it pleasant to smell.

Matthew raised his hand again.

"Brave attempt, Mr. Wakefield!" Slughorn exclaimed.

"I think it's a elixir ......of joy," Matthew replied, standing up, "it can bring happiness and joy for a short time, but it doesn't last long......"

"That's right!" Slughorn looked excited, "Mr. Wakefield, are you a student at Slytherin House or Gryffindor?"

"Slytherin, sir!"

"That was just amazing, I barely noticed that there was such a good freshman coming to my house......"

The Potions professor was not shy about compliments, his walrus beard twitching over his smiling mouth.

He walked around the classroom to the crucible on the far left, and gently opened it—

"The next question will be more difficult...... Is anyone willing to give it a try?"

Matthew got up slightly from his seat again, looking at the crucible.

But this time he was stunned...... The medicine inside the crucible is transparent, and after so long of steaming, it still does not boil, the liquid level is extremely calm, there is no smoke, and it emits a faint, durian-like smell.

Matthew racked his brains and began to think about "Magic Potions and Potions", but he had no impression of the potion in front of him.

"Yes, it's a difficult question...... So I don't think there should be ......," Slughorn's voice stopped abruptly.

Because of a white hand, it suddenly raised.

"Very well, young lady!" said Slughorn's face with joy.

Raising her hand was Agnes Lestrange.

She stood up and said unhurriedly: "This is a light drink, its effect is to make the wizard's body lighter when taken it, and if used properly, it can even fly in the sky...... It is formulated with the leaves of Ariot, the Flying Fungus, and the powder of the moonstone ......"

Lightweight Elixir ...... Flying Ru ...... Blades of Ariot......

What are these things? Matthew had almost no impression of any of these things, maybe they weren't documented in Magic Potions and Potions, or maybe he didn't see them.

"Exactly, exactly, exactly!" said Slughorn's face with exaggerated excitement:

"Can you, then, tell me your name, this beautiful young lady?"

"Agnes Lestrange. ”

"Lestrange?" Slughorn's expression froze.

Then his face quickly turned pale: "Okay, please sit down." ”

Didn't even look at the girl again.

He went to the last crucible and opened it.

He asked by name, "Mr. Wakefield, can you tell me your answer?"

Matthew hadn't expected Slughorn to come here, he stood up and looked at the crucible—

There was a muddy stuff that was slowly bubbling inside.

"I want to ...... Possibly a polyjuice decoction?"

"Not bad at all!" Slughorn showed sincere appreciation, "I think you know very well what it does, right?"

"Add something to the person you want to change into, drink it, and within an hour you'll be the other person," Matthew replied honestly.

"Great!" Slughorn was the first to start clapping.

At the same time, it also sparked a sparse round of applause.

......

After such an opening statement, the Potions class officially began.

Slughorn divided them into pairs and instructed them to mix a simple potion for scabies.

Matthew's partner is Gryffindor's Neville Longbottom.

"Matthew, I didn't expect you to be so powerful!" Neville said in admiration.

"It's just that I read more books. Matthew smiled.

"It's just a shame that you were sorted into Slytherin. Neville shook his head, his work unstoppable.

However, it has to be said that his performance is very good, whether it is weighing dried nettles, or smashing the fangs of snakes, or steaming slugs with tentacles, he has done it perfectly.

Everything went very smoothly......

The two were the first in the class to finish the potion, and were rewarded together by Professor Slughorn.

Just when Slughorn praised them—

Suddenly there was a thick puff of acidic green smoke from the underground classroom, followed by a loud sizzling sound.

It was the boy named Harry Evans who, for some reason, caused Ronald Weasley's cauldron to explode.

The potion is now flowing all over the floor.

Moreover, he was soaked in potions, and his arms and legs were covered with red and swollen scabies, and he screamed in pain.

"Oh, kid, what have you done!" Slughorn couldn't help but shake his head, and he waved his wand to sweep away the potions everywhere.

"This class ends early, and I'll take this kid to the ......school hospital," Slughorn said, picking up Evans on his back.

"That's right, Wakefield. You stay here for a while, there are some things I want to talk to you about when I get back!"