Chapter 1,124

In fact, Harry, Ron, Hermione and Fanlin spent the entire break speculating on what Dumbledore would teach Harry and why he would bring Fanlin with him.

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

Hermione said that such things were illegal, and she felt 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 cares about the difference between magic.

Overall, this is considered useful magic.

In fact, this is also in line with Fanlin's consistent positioning of magic, or will Dumbledore's teachings use different teaching methods?

After the break, Hermione went to Arithmancy and Fanlin continued to study the difficult questions given by Fred.

For example, the enhancement of the Iron Armor Curse?

In terms of portability and adaptability, it is difficult to find materials that can carry powerful spells in today's magic materials. We can't let today's wizards wear a heavy armor wherever they go, right?

Think about it, in this time period, this is absolutely undesirable. Whether in wizard society or Muggle society, except for those role players, only madmen would do this.

And then there is the prevention of Avada's Kedavra. Obviously, when a wizard is not able to resist it with his own magic power, relying on the power of life is a good choice, but the worst thing is that it cannot be allowed to happen. Everyone keeps a phoenix by their side.

Harry and Ron returned to the common room and reluctantly started working on Snape's homework.

The assignments turned out to be so complex that they were still unfinished when Hermione rejoined them during the post-lunch break (although her arrival sped up the work significantly).

They had just finished when the bell rang for the two potions classes in the afternoon, and Fan Lin reluctantly looked up from a lot of strange equipment. The potions class itself was not his choice, but it was terrible. What's more, Professor McGonagall apparently helped him decide what he needed. So they walked on the familiar path towards the underground classroom. That classroom had belonged to Snape for such a long time in the past, but now, this basement had changed its owner.

When they rushed to the corridor, they discovered that only thirteen people had entered the N.E.W.T level.

People like Clara and Goyle obviously didn't get enough O.W.L.s, but four Slytherins did, including Malfoy.

There are also four Ravenclaw students, two Hufflepuff students, Ernie Macmillan and Susan Bone.

It is worth mentioning that both of them are members of D.A. As for Susan, this is a little transparent, while Ernie is somewhat impressive.

Of course, this is not a good thing. The Ernies are okay, but sometimes they are too ostentatious.

"Hey guys," Ernie said swaggeringly, and when a few of them came over, Ernie was the first to hold out his hand, "I didn't get a chance to talk to you in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class this morning. It was a good class. I think, of course, for those of us who are D.A.....

"Uh..." Obviously, Ernie was a little embarrassed for Ron. Among these people, no one seemed to be embarrassed by the curse course, and Ernie asked Ron, which made Ron feel a little... a little uncomfortable. Satisfied.

"It's okay..." Ron opened his mouth awkwardly. Fortunately, before Ron could think of what to say next, the door to the underground classroom opened, and Slughorn's big belly popped out first.

As they entered the classroom one after another, he greeted Harry and Shabini with special enthusiasm, his walrus-like beard curving into an arc on his smiling mouth.

What is unusual is that the underground classroom is already filled with various steams and weird smells.

Fan Lin sniffed it with interest as he passed by the huge bubbling crucible. Fan Lin was still convinced of Slughorn's potion level. Naturally, he explained what kind of potion Slughorn would come up with. Having certain expectations at least won't make you more boring.

The four Slytherins shared a table, as did the four Ravenclaws.

Fanlin shared one with several others, and Ernie and Susan also joined in. They sat at the table closest to a golden cauldron, which was emitting one of the most alluring scents that Van Lin had ever smelled: somehow it reminded him of treacle fruit pie, cream, and so on. The sweetness of the cake, and a certain... um, scent of Hermione?

He found himself taking slow, deep breaths, and the smell of the potion seemed to be filling him like a drink. A great sense of satisfaction gradually spread.

Fan Lin smiled at Hermione, hoping that the girl would respond, but unfortunately, there was no smell on him, or in other words, in Hermione's senses, there was obviously no place for him in terms of smell...

"Now, now, now," Slughorn's fat outline swayed slightly in the many shining vapors. "Take out the scales, everyone, and the potion kit. Don't forget your "Advanced Potion Preparation"..."

"Professor?" Harry raised his hand.

"Harry, good boy?"

"I don't have a book, a scale or anything else - neither Ron nor Fanlin - we don't know how to get in -"

"Ah, yes, Professor McGonagall did mention that... don't worry, my dear boy, there's no need to worry at all. You can use the ingredients in the store cupboard today, and I'm sure we can lend you some scales, we still have them here I have a few old books stored away, use them before you write to Flourish and Blotts..."

Slughorn strode to a cupboard in the corner, rummaged for a moment, and found three shabby copies of "Advanced Potion Preparation" by Rebesius Boric, and then connected two sets of them together. The tarnished scales were given to Harry and Ron together.

Fortunately, Fanlin was well prepared with all the equipment needed for alchemy. At least not using those scales that have gone bad.

"Then... now," Slughorn returned to the front of the classroom, puffing out his already bulging chest, and the buttons on his vest looked in danger of flying out. "I prepared some potions for you to show, just out of interest and for you to know. You should be able to make these after you complete the N.E.W.T course. You should have heard of them, even if you can't make them now. Who can Tell me what this is?"

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

Hermione deftly raised her hand before anyone else; Slughorn pointed at her.

"That's Veritaserum, a colorless and odorless potion that forces anyone who drinks it to tell the truth," Hermione said.

"Very good, very good!" said Slughorn happily. "Now," he continued, pointing to the cauldron closest to the Ravenclaw table, "this one is very famous...it was also mentioned in the Ministry of Magic's brochure recently...who can-"

Hermione's hand was the first to go up again. "It's Polyjuice Potion, Professor," she said.

Harry also recognized the slowly bubbling, mud-like substance in the second cauldron, but he was not in any way surprised that Hermione won points for answering the question correctly; after all, she had already done so in the second cauldron. I successfully made it when I was in grade one.

"Great, great! Now, this one here...yes, dear?" Hermione's hand went up again, and Slughorn looked confused. "It's amotin!"

"Indeed. It seems like a silly question," Slughorn looked impressed. "I assume you know what it's for?"

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

"Exactly! I presume you recognized it by its distinctive mother-of-pearl luster?"

"And its characteristic spiraling steam," Hermione replied enthusiastically, "Also, everyone smells it differently, which has to do with what attracts us. I can smell freshly cut grass, fresh Parchment and—"

Hermione didn't finish speaking, a blush appeared on her face, and she glanced secretly to the side, but then the girl straightened her body.

Unfortunately, Fanlin's entire attention is now on that old textbook.

If Fan Lin guessed correctly, this doggy-style 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 that much.

Regardless, these potion changes seem worth a try, and if successful...

"May I know your name, dear?" Slughorn ignored Hermione's embarrassment.

"Hermione Granger, Professor."

"Granger? Granger? Are you possibly related to Hector Davos-Granger, the man who established the most extraordinary association of pharmacists?"

"No, I think not, Professor. I'm of Muggle origin, you know."

Harry saw Malfoy speaking something into Nott's ear; both of them were laughing secretly. But Slughorn was not depressed; instead, he smiled and turned his attention to Harry, who was sitting next to Hermione.

"Oh! 'My two best friends are both from Muggle families, and they are the best in our year!' I guess this is the friend you are talking about, Harry?"

"Yes, Professor," said Harry.

"Well, well, you score zero points for Gryffindor, Miss Granger," Slughorn said kindly.

Malfoy looked like he had when Hermione hit him in the nose. Hermione turned to Harry radiantly and whispered, "Did you really tell him that I was the best in the year? Oh, Harry!"

"Oh, of course, you still have Fan Lin, although he may now..."

"What are you doing?" Hermione turned around and asked softly.

"Study..." Fan Lin put away the book and leaned over, "I really want to know what you didn't finish just now..."

"Shut up and listen to the lesson!" Hermione blushed, then quietly pushed someone who was too close away with her elbow.

"Of course, amotin does not produce true love. It is impossible to manufacture or imitate love. It simply causes a powerful obsession and delusion. It is probably the most dangerous and most dangerous thing in the house. Powerful potion - oh, yes," he nodded seriously towards Malfoy and Nott, who were smirking incredulously, "if you had my experience, you wouldn't underestimate the power of this kind of wishful love. The power it possesses..."

"Now," said Slughorn, "let's get started."

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

"Oh," Slughorn said again.

Fanlin was sure that Slughorn had not forgotten to take the potion, and was just waiting to ask about it in order to create a dramatic effect.

Generally speaking, this is the usual approach.

"Yes. That. Okay, then take the medicine, ladies and gentlemen, it's the weirdest little potion called Feliflex. I guess," he turned and looked at Hermione with a smile. Already there was a gasp, "You must know what Felivis is for, Miss Granger?"

"It's a luck potion," Hermione said excitedly. "It makes you lucky!"

Fan Lin finally concentrated. Things like the Spiritual Elixir are not something that ordinary wizards can make. It can be said that it involves luck or something more mysterious that cannot be explained by ordinary magic.

That is to say, it is part of destiny, guidance or guidance, the effect of collapsing multiple possibilities of things into one best choice.

It can be said that the greatest value of Slughorn that Fan Lin knows about is the production of the elixir of happiness.

Just like Fan Lin, the whole class seemed to sit up a little straighter. No one was a fool. Magical potions like Fuling Elixir were not something that would be placed on the counter casually.

Now all Harry could see was the back of Malfoy's head, covered in oily blond hair, because Malfoy was finally listening intently to Slughorn.

"Exactly, ten more points for Gryffindor. Yes, it's a fun little potion, Felixvis," said Slughorn. "That is, the elixir of happiness... Its preparation process is extremely clever, and any mistake is catastrophic. Then, if it is made correctly, like this one, you will find that all your efforts will be successful... at least in the medicine before the effect disappears.”

"Why don't people just keep drinking it, Professor?" Terry Brandt said eagerly.

"Because if taken too much, it can lead to rashness, recklessness and dangerous complacency," Slughorn said. "Extreme joy brings sorrow. You know...taking large doses will produce extremely poisonous effects. But taking them sparingly and very little..."

"So, have you ever drank, Professor?" Michael Corner asked with interest.

"Twice in my life," Slughorn said, "once when I was 4 and once when I was 57. Both times a tablespoon with breakfast. Two perfect days." "

He looked dreamily into the distance. Regardless of whether he is acting or not, Fanlin has to admit that Slughorn is still very good in this regard. At least based on the current classroom atmosphere, the effect is good. Slughorn has successfully aroused all the excitement. people's attention.

"And that," Slughorn said, obviously returning to reality, "is the Felixir. This is the reward I leave for everyone in this class."

There was silence in the room for a while, and every sound of the surrounding medicine bubbling and churning seemed to be amplified tenfold. (To be continued)