Chapter 742: Water of Life and Death

"Of course, a highly skilled pharmacist can induce strong feelings of admiration, but no one has hitherto been able to create that truly unbreakable, eternal, unconditional emotion that could be called 'love'. This probably It is the most dangerous and powerful potion in this classroom." Professor Slughorn smiled at the young wizards who were paying attention at the moment, and he put the lid on the cauldron, covering its spiral shape. rising steam. The little witches who were attracted by the potion and gathered around the cauldron showed greedy looks, but after Slughorn closed the lid, they realized their gaffe, hugged their textbooks, and backed away.

"Professor, you haven't told us what's in it?" Hufflepuff's pure-blood wizard Ernie McMillan said, pointing to a small drop-shaped potion.

"Oh, by the way, ladies and gentlemen, what you are seeing is a magical potion called Felix Elixir." Slughorn took the drop-shaped bottle of potion off the shelf, held it up It said to the wizards, "But people usually call it..."

"Lucky potion." Hermione Granger replied eagerly.

Seeing that Hermione answered the questions correctly in a row, Slughorn asked tentatively with a smile on his face. "It's the potion of luck, Miss Granger, have you tried brewing this potion yourself?"

"Professor, although I have tried to brew Felicia Elixir, it will take at least half a year to prepare the materials and boil the potion, and I still need to attend classes, so after persisting for a while, I failed due to time conflicts..." He Min shook her fluffy curly hair a little embarrassedly.

"Miss Granger, don't feel ashamed. After all, the production process of Felix Elixir is extremely complicated, and the time requirement for the pharmacist is also very strict, but you can manage to process the initial medicinal materials and start trying to brew Felix Elixir. It means that your potion level may already be able to get an E or even an O in the N.E.W.T exam." Slughorn comforted with a smile, and then changed the subject, "Of course, if the production is successful, you only need a small sip , all your hard work will easily succeed...at least until the effect of the medicine wears off."

As he said that, Slughorn's expression was a little dazed, as if he was recalling the wonderful feeling when he took Felicia Felicia once - regardless of whether the Potions professor was acting or not, but the effect was very effective, and the whole class seemed to straighten up immediately Backboard.

Draco brushed his light blond hair that had been changed to a side-parted hairstyle with his hand, leaned closer to Pansy, stared at the bottle of Felicia Felix and whispered: "When playing Quidditch, if you can sneak a little, it will be fine." Help me catch the Snitch."

But Pansy, who used to look forward to him, just nodded mechanically and didn't respond with a sound. Sensing something wrong with his female companion, Draco turned his head, and saw Pansy Parkinson, who was leaning against the wall casually, let go of his embrace With arms and bent legs, he stood up straight and took two steps forward.

"Of course, the potion is only effective for twelve hours. From dawn to dusk, you will be blessed no matter what you do. Today I will take it as a prize. This small bottle of lucky water will be rewarded to the person who is the most lucky in an hour. For the students who boil the water of life and death first, the materials needed are listed on page 10 of "Advanced Potion Making." After his words fell, the wizards in the classroom became excited, and everyone began to frantically flip through the pages. Holding the textbook in his hand.

Slughorn continued: "However, I would like to remind everyone that in my teaching career before this, only one student has brewed a qualified living water and won this award. Having said that, I wish you all the best of luck , let’s start now!”

The harsh scraping sound of the crucible being moved, the sound of books being frantically flipped, the sound of weights being placed on the balance rattling, the sound of processing medicinal materials... But no one spoke, and everyone was racing against time.

Ron also opened the dilapidated textbook he put on the table, and the first page read "This book belongs to the pure blood princess Laverne Tugwood".

The red-haired wizard then looked around vigilantly,

Flipping through the textbook carefully, I saw that the pictures on the textbook were changed. The blank space on each page was as black as the place where the medicine was printed. Many annotations were made, and some places even crossed out the original markings on the book. Several ingredients of the potion, Ron struggled to identify the original operating instructions from the various words scribbled on the textbook.

But the movement around made Ron look up again, and the source of the sound was that some wizards had trouble cutting sleepy beans: Harry slapped the knife, and the sleepy beans bounced out; Ron's roommate Seamus Finney Gan used his hand to catch the Sleepy Bean jumping around on the table; McMillan poked the Sleepy Bean with a knife, hoping to poke the Sleepy Bean out of the juice... Ron lowered his head, cut it with a knife, and his Sleepy Bean bounced away Yes, rolled a few times on the console.

Ron looked up in confusion, and found that Hermione's potion had turned into the light snow blue color mentioned in the book after adding sleepy bean juice. He looked again at some of the wizards who had taken part in the Harris training class, and saw that Michael was squeezing Sleepy Bean with the side of the silver dagger—none of them were using the original method described in the textbook.

The red-haired wizard suddenly lowered his head. He had seen the same treatment method in the notes on the Pure Blood Princess in his textbook just now. He squinted his eyes, found the position of the note in his memory, and carefully identified the pure blood princess in the book. Note, I saw that she wrote another note at the position where the sleepy beans were sliced: Squeezing with the side of a silver knife is easier to get juice than slicing.

Ron simply flattened the side of his silver dagger and squeezed the sleepy bean. Sure enough, the bean immediately leaked a lot of juice. Ron quickly dripped the juice into his cauldron, and was pleasantly surprised to find that his potion immediately turned into The light snow blue color mentioned in the book.

"Harry, Harry, look." Ron elbowed Harry.

"How did you do it?" Harry adjusted his glasses, and he, who was burned out by Sleepy Beans, had his hair messed up and looked very embarrassed.

"You grind it, don't cut it." Ron pointed out.

Harry did not hesitate to follow Ron's method, and sure enough, the potion also turned light blue. Ron's confidence doubled as if he had obtained the treasure. Laverne Tugwood must be a potion elite from a pure-blooded family. Only these guys with family inheritance will know more efficient secret techniques beyond textbooks—those guys in the training class must be Only a professor from the Harris family would understand this. Thinking of this, Ron immediately picked up the textbook and carefully identified the contents below. He already planned to brew the potion completely according to the notes in his textbook.

While Ron was concentrating on continuing to cook the potion according to Laverne Tugwood's notes, Seamus threw the freshly cut grass roots into the dry pot, and the fire burst from his cauldron instantly, his cheek It was pitch black, and his facial features were wrinkled into a ball. In McMillan's dry pot, a large group suddenly jumped out, like a jelly-like green jelly-like object-what is even more frightening is that this thing still seems to be alive.

Slughorn patrolled the classroom and helped these little wizards who had troubles clean up the mess, but he unexpectedly found that this teaching was different from the previous ones. The way many little wizards handle potions is not consistent with the textbooks. Like Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson, their way of handling potions is not like a student who just participated in the improvement class, but like a potion master. Master, these changed little tricks are both proficient and efficient, and they all successfully brewed their potions in an orderly manner.

Noticing that Hermione Granger had already stopped processing the potion first, she added wormwood powder to the daffodil root and was waiting for the potion to boil to the appropriate level. She glanced at her cauldron and judged that she would not be able to talk to the other party at this time Affecting her progress, Slughorn walked up to Hermione and asked, "Miss Granger, please forgive my curiosity, I would like to ask where you and your classmates mastered these The knowledge and skills of brewing potions other than textbooks."

"Professor Slughorn, Professor Aaron Harris' intensive training course provides such valuable knowledge for good enough wizards." Hermione straightened her back even more.

"It's amazing... I've heard some of Professor Harris's ideas on education reform... but I didn't expect him to be so enlightened." Slughorn couldn't help but admire Allen in his heart-although in fact these The knowledge is only for the young wizards who were accepted into the Harris family in the intensive training class. Obviously, Slughorn has some misunderstandings.

"Oh, no..." The panicked cry of the red-haired wizard and the sudden explosion of anger startled everyone, "Why is my potion gone?"

The potion in the crucible in front of Ron disappeared without a trace, leaving only a wisp of green smoke floating above the crucible. And the little wizards around him who could smell the smoke all felt extremely refreshed.

Slughorn walked around Hermione's desk, glanced at the residue in Ron's cauldron, picked up Ron's textbook and flipped through it: "Oh? Laverne Tugwood? Well, the great-granddaughter of Secresa Tugwood, I remember her, she has some talents in potions, likes to steal other people's private skills and modify the formula without authorization, but she refuses to be down-to-earth and never willing to verify... I don’t blame you for Mr. Weasley’s accident this time, but next time, please strictly follow the original text of the textbook. In addition, those who come into contact with that smoke may not be able to sleep for the next three days... Ravi En's hypothetical alteration turned what should have been a powerful sleeping pill into a powerful stimulant..."

"Hahaha, the red-haired Weasley and the dark circles under the eyes that don't sleep, are you planning to imitate the little panda?" Draco immediately laughed at the suffering Ron, "What do you think you are? The hero in a novel? Was it easy to discover some secret knowledge?"

Slughorn silenced Draco with a glance over his shoulder - although his expression had also been a bit schadenfreude. Then, Slughorn took this opportunity to ask the others: "Anyone know Cyclesa Tugwood? Who is it?"

"Secresa Tugwood, born in 1874, invented many beauty potions and was the first witch to use such potions. Secresa also discovered the efficacy of babo tuber pus to treat pimples. She Died in 1966 at the age of 92. Her tombstone bears the words: 'Thanks to Secresa Tugwood for making the world a more beautiful place.' To commemorate Secresa's achievements, she On board the chocolate bug..." Pansy opened her mouth this time before Hermione, but before she could finish speaking, she was interrupted by another sudden explosion of anger.

I saw the same green smoke that Ron made just now covered the Potions professor who was listening to Pansy's answer, and Harry coughed a few times and began to apologize to his professor in a gruff voice: "Sorry... Slug Professor Horn, I forgot that my potion was also made according to Ron's method..."