Chapter 1,125

"A small bottle of Felixir," Slughorn said emphatically, then took out a small corked glass bottle from his pocket and showed it to everyone. "That's enough to last an hour of good luck. From dawn to dusk, everything you want to do will have good luck."

Fan Lin nodded. According to Slughorn's temperament, naturally, he would show his best side to everyone as soon as he came up, so as to improve his own position, and configuring the blessed elixir is just a good one. Gimmick.

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

Fan Lin looked down at the textbooks on the table again. He had already placed the book of notes he had pulled out in front of Harry.

If what he got at the beginning was Snape's Potion Notes, then obviously, Harry would follow the instructions in the notes and finally get the small bottle of Felixir.

If you keep holding it, obviously it will be of no use.

In fact, as Slughorn said, Felixir is not a precious thing, and excessive reliance will produce very bad effects. And the work carried out by Fanlin, whether it is against Death Eaters, Or the study of alchemy.

Coincidence cannot solve all problems, and the effect of the Fuling Elixir does not last long enough for Fanlin to complete the entire work or research to be carried out.

But Harry was different. If Dumbledore was training Harry, at some juncture, the Felixir would still have a great effect.

Slughorn was still immersed in the pride of making the elixir. Fortunately, the professor soon came to his senses and returned to his job.

"Now, I must warn you that Felixir is a banned substance in all organized competitions... such as sporting events, exams or elections. So our winner can only use it on an ordinary day... …and wait and see how this ordinary day becomes extraordinary!”

"So," Slaho said suddenly briskly, "how do you win this incredible prize? Well, turn to page ten of Advanced Potion Preparation. We have a little over an hour left, You have to prepare a decent potion of life and death during this time. I know this is more complicated than what you have prepared before, and I don't expect to get a perfect potion from anyone. But, do it best. Who will win this bottle of elixir? Let’s get started!”

Following the order, everyone pulled the crucible towards them, making a harsh friction sound on the table, and made a few muffled sounds when adding weights to the scale, but no one said anything. The classroom is full of visible and tangible focus.

Fanlin saw Malfoy flipping through his book "Advanced Potion Preparation" excitedly. It was obvious that Malfoy wanted to have that lucky day.

As for the reason, Fanlin probably knows it.

After all, not everyone can complete a task like assassinating Dumbledore.

In fact, Voldemort's original intention was just to punish the Malfoy family, but Draco was still kept in the dark.

This is very deceptive.

Honor, status and the Dark Lord's trust.

Especially being born into a Death Eater family, as a pure-blood noble, the Dark Lord now represents eternal glory.

This is not difficult to understand.

The young and energetic Draco was complacent because of Voldemort's trust, and even Fanlin was no exception, addicted to Hermione's gentleness...

Probably the same concept.

Judging from Draco's state, it is obvious that completing the Dark Lord's mission is the highest order, and for this, Draco will do whatever it takes.

Now Draco does not lack courage. What he lacks now is just an opportunity, and the Felixir can help Draco do just that. Naturally, Draco doesn't want to give up this small bottle of potion.

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 was no difference. They were both in the same shabby condition.

Fanlin deliberately placed the book with the notes in front of Harry, "I think this reward is not bad."

"It's absolutely brilliant," said Ron, taking the book into his hands and opening it in preparation for his work.

Harry immediately bent down to look at the tattered old book Slughorn had lent him.

To his annoyance, he discovered that the old owner of the book had written scrawled words on every page, and the blank spaces of the book were as black as if they had been printed. He could only lean closer to make out the recipe (even here, the book's old owner had filled it with notes and cross outs), then scurried to the locker to find the ingredients he needed.

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

This made him a big step behind the others, and Fan Lin placed everything on the table in a hurry.

Fan Lin has configured the water of life and death before. According to the method in the book, configuring a nearly perfect water of life and death obviously cannot be completed in an hour, but Fan Lin really wants to see what Snape does, that is, haha profitable approach.

Everyone glances up from time to time to glance at the progress of others; this is both a strength and a weakness of Potions, as it is difficult to keep one's own work secret.

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

Hermione, as expected, seemed to be making the fastest progress.

Her potion already resembled a "homogeneous, blackcurrant-colored liquid," exactly what the book described as the ideal semi-finished product.

Fanlin's potion was almost evenly blended, but because of the ingredients, Harry had only just begun to prepare the ingredients.

After cutting the grass roots, Harry bent down to read again.

It was irritating to Harry to decipher the instructions from the book's old owner's stupid scrawl. For some unknown reason, the man disagreed with the order in which the beans should be cut, and instead wrote down another instruction: Crush the beans with the smooth side of a silver knife to squeeze out the juice rather than cut them out.

Harry raised his head and looked at the people around him. He remembered that the sleeping beans must have been chopped, at least Fan Lin was so... just now.

"Professor, I assume you know my grandfather Abraxas Malfoy?" Harry raised his head, and Slughorn was passing the Slytherin table.

"Yeah," Slughorn said without looking at Malfoy, "I was sad to hear that he died, but of course it's not unexpected. He had dragon pox at his age..."

He walked away. Harry lay on the cauldron and snickered. He knew that Malfoy must have wanted to be treated like Harry and Zabini; perhaps even delusional about the kind of preferential treatment that Snape gave him.

But it seems that if he wants to win the bottle of blessed elixir, he can only rely on his true ability. 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 purple, but according to the book, it should be light lilac by now.

Harry crushed the beans with the side of his knife. To his surprise, the beans immediately exuded a lot of juice, and he even doubted whether the wrinkled beans could hold so much juice.

He quickly shoveled them all into the crucible, and was surprised to find that the potion immediately turned into the light lilac color described in the textbook. His annoyance at the book's old owner soon disappeared.

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 and transparent.

But according to the notes of the old owner of the book, he should add one clockwise stir after every seven counterclockwise stirs.

Could this old master be right again? Harry held his breath and stirred counterclockwise, then clockwise. It worked quickly! The potion turned a very light pink.

"How did you do it?" Hermione asked, her face flushed, her hair thickening in the smoke from the cauldron; her potion was still purple.

"Increase the clockwise stirring -"

"No, no, the book says it's counterclockwise!" She interrupted him abruptly. Harry shrugged and went his own way. Counterclockwise seven times, clockwise once, pause... Counterclockwise seven times, clockwise once...

Fan Lin looked at Harry's operation. It was obvious that it was Snape's notes, and judging from the effect...

Looking at the purple crucible that he still had, it was obvious that Snape didn't pay much attention to teaching him how to operate potions. According to usual experience, it would take at least ten minutes before he could turn into a potion. The color you want in the book.

On the other side of the table, Ron was cursing fluently under his breath, and his potion looked like licorice root potion.

Fan Lin glanced around and saw that no one's potion could be as light as Harry's.

Obviously, Harry also discovered this, and he felt very proud. This kind of thing had never happened in this underground classroom before.

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

"Time... is up!" Slughorn shouted. "Please stop stirring!"

Slughorn slowly looked between the desks at each cauldron. He made no comment, only occasionally stirring the potion or taking a sniff. Finally, he came to the table where Fan Lin and several people were sitting.

He smiled bitterly at the asphalt-like substance in Ron's cauldron. He quickly swept Ernie's navy blue mixture over again and nodded with satisfaction at Hermione's potion.

Similar to Hermione, Fanlin's potion follows the normal configuration procedures in the book, and it is obviously impossible to do better than Hermione.

Naturally, Slughorn only expressed satisfaction with Fanlin's potion, saying that everything was as he expected.

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

"The hands-down winner!" he shouted to the entire basement classroom. "Bravo, bravo, Harry! Oh my gosh, you've obviously got your mother's talent. She was a master of potions, Lily was! Here, then, here - a bottle of Fulin Potion, as promised, use it well!”

Harry stuffed the small bottle of golden liquid into his inner pocket. He felt quite complicated. On the one hand, he was happy to see the rage on the Slytherin student's face. On the other hand, he felt a little guilty when he saw Hermione's regretful expression. . But Ron was just stunned.

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

"Lucky me, I guess," Harry said, because Malfoy might still hear. It wasn't until they were safely seated at the Gryffindor table for supper that Harry felt safe enough to tell them. As Harry told the story, Hermione's face became increasingly livid.

"I assume you think I cheated?" He was irritated by Hermione's expression after he finished speaking.

"Well, that's not a method you came up with on your own, right?" the girl said stiffly.

"He just followed another operating instructions that were different from ours," Fan Lin said comfortingly. "It could have ended tragically, right? But he took the risk and it paid off."

"Besides, this is not a dangerous thing. The potion itself needs to be continuously improved, right? And Harry just changed the stirring steps..." Fan Lin said, trying to stop the girl from getting too entangled in this matter. matter.

Ron sighed.

"Slughorn might have given me this book, but no, the one I got had no writing on it. Except for page 5, which looked like there were 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 Slughorn's underground classroom. So Harry turned around and saw Ginny sitting over.

"Did I hear you correctly? Are you following orders written in a book, Harry?" She looked alert and angry. Harry knew immediately what she was thinking.

"It's nothing." He said soothingly in a low voice. "It's not like, you know, Riddle's diary. It's just an old textbook that someone had scribbled on."

"But you're doing what it says?"

"I just tried some little hints in the margins of the pages, and to be honest, Ginny, it's nothing out of the ordinary—"

"Ginny's getting to the point," Hermione perked up immediately, "We should check to see if there's anything wrong. I mean, with all those weird notes, who knew?"

"Hermione is right, Harry, maybe we should be more careful." Fan Lin said, "However, this is just a simple magic."

"How?" Harry said, putting the book on the table. No one could guarantee whether this was another diary left by Riddle.

Potions class notes? From Voldemort?

"Here I go, the secret is revealed!" Hermione couldn't wait to tap the notebook that Harry brought back with her wand.

The pages of the book opened with a splash. However, except for the small black characters, Fan Lin did not find anything unusual...

At least, sitting here, Fanlin has never noticed the words half-blood prince until now.

"That... looks okay," Hermione said, still staring at the book suspiciously. "I mean, it doesn't really look like...just a textbook."

"But at least there's nothing wrong with it, right?" Harry said, seeming to mock their distrust.

"Okay, I took it back." Harry picked up the book on the table, but it slipped from his hand and fell to the floor, where it lay open.

No one is watching. Harry bent down to pick up the book. At the same time, he saw a line of words written in the same small scrawled handwriting at the bottom of the back cover. Those operating instructions with the same handwriting had just won him a bottle of elixir. This It was now safely hidden inside a pair of socks in a box upstairs. (To be continued)