Chapter 636: Lucky Potion

Slughorn returned to the front of the classroom podium and pushed his already bulging belly forward again, and the buttons on his vest were almost broken:

"Well, dear children, I have prepared a few potions to open your eyes. Of course, it's just for fun. When you complete the advanced course, you should be able to make such things. Although you haven't done it yourself, you must have heard of it... Now, who can tell me what these are?"

"Good, good! Mr. Nott is right, it's truth serum, a colorless, odorless potion that forces people who drink it to tell the truth."

"Next to this The potion is quite famous, and it has been highlighted in several pamphlets issued by the department recently. Who...”

“Great, great! I knew you could do it, Harry...”

“Can anyone tell me what potion this is?”

“That’s right, Miss Parvati Patil recognized it at a glance. It is the most effective love potion in the world!”

Slughorn watched the girls whispering to each other with blushing cheeks, and the boys stretching their necks and making strange noises, with a kind smile on his face. He didn’t care even if the whole classroom was filled with noisy discussions. At the age of sixteen or seventeen, it is the time to look forward to love.

“Of course, love potions can’t really create love. This kind of potion will only lead to strong obsession or infatuation... When you have as much life experience as me, you will realize that this potion is just a crude imitation of the appearance of love. True love cannot be created...”

Hermione’s chaotic mood gradually calmed down. When she came to her senses, she had missed the pre-class questions and secretly regretted it.

You can talk about love at any time. If you miss it, you will miss it.

"Now!" Slughorn paused and deliberately dragged out his voice, "We should start the class."

"Sir, you haven't told us what's in it yet." Ernie Macmillan interrupted impatiently, looking excitedly at the small black crucible next to him.

The potion in the crucible splashed briskly, and the golden droplets were very brilliant, like melted gold, shining brightly, and anyone could see the strangeness of this potion.

"Oh! I almost forgot!"

Slughorn's acting skills were a bit superficial, and all the students could see that he didn't forget at all, but was just waiting for someone to ask, creating a show effect.

He leaned towards the golden potion with a smile: "Ladies and gentlemen, this thing is a most peculiar little magic potion, the felicity potion, we usually like to call it... the lucky potion!

"This potion is very difficult to make. If you make a mistake, the consequences will be disastrous. But once it is made, just take a sip and everything will go smoothly...

"I have taken it twice in my life, once when I was 24 years old and once when I was 57 years old. I took two spoonfuls at breakfast..."

Slughorn narrowed his eyes, as if recalling the memory of that time: "Those two days were really perfect... Twelve hours of good luck, from dawn to dusk, everything was blessed by good luck."

Listening to his story, the students sniffed the smell of the potion and fell into a trance of fantasy.

Slughorn looked at the sparkling eyes in the audience, took out a glass bottle from his pocket, and chuckled, "The Felixir in the crucible is not ready yet, so I will use this Felixir in my hand as the prize for this class... Come on, students, please turn to page 10 of "Advanced Potion Making". You will have an hour to brew the Living Hell Potion, and the one who does the best will win this small bottle of Felixir.

"Let's get started! "

Accompanied by a sharp scraping sound, the young wizards pulled the crucible in front of them one after another. Some of them put the weights on the scale with a clang, and some of them flipped through the textbooks with a rustling sound...

Loren stared at the slightly boiling and glittering Felix Felicis, and the information about Felix Felicis emerged in his mind.

Felix Felicis originated from the invention of 1 Budge. As the greatest potion master in history, he had a similar experience to many outstanding Hogwarts alumni. He was expelled from school at the age of 14 and lived away from the world and people. He spent the rest of his life on an unknown remote island in the Hebrides, devoting his life to his favorite potion science.

He discovered the properties of hundreds of secret plants and organisms, invented many potions included in textbooks, and left many mysterious legends.

The brewing process of Felix Felicis took six months and involved no more than ten kinds of materials. , but the requirements for skills are very demanding. There are nine steps in total...

Loren looked at the small glass bottle on the podium, and then at the slightly boiling golden potion. It was a full pot, enough to fill dozens of glass bottles.

"Living Hell Decoction, also known as Life and Death Water..."

"It is made of narcissus root powder, wormwood, valerian root..."

"Boil and heat... Stir clockwise..."

Hermione opened the brand new textbook and glanced through the brewing steps. After confirming the whole process in her heart, she started to act. She found the necessary materials in the locker, returned to the operating table, took out a knife and prepared to start cutting valerian root.

Just as she was about to cut, she saw Loren standing there with a dazed expression and a silly smile.

"Loren..." Hermione poked him twice with the narcissus root and said in a low voice, "Don't be in a daze. Today is not a group assignment!"

"..."

How can this person slander someone's innocence out of thin air?

"You boil the living hell decoction first. I have a great idea. Also, don’t cut the sleepy beans, it’s easier to squeeze them to get the juice…” Loren said, and walked towards the fat professor in front.

The potions in the crucible need to be properly handled. The love potion and truth serum have been brewed and put into sealed containers. The crucible needs to be cleaned to prevent students from scraping a few drops from the crucible and causing trouble. It would be embarrassing for him, the professor of potions.

The Polyjuice Potion and Felix Felicis are still semi-finished products. They need to be transferred back to the office to continue brewing. They need to be kept in good condition to ensure that the medicinal properties are not lost. In a few months, they can be exchanged for a large amount of Galleons.

Slughorn stood in front of the display table to clean up, occasionally showing a happy smile.

"Professor." Loren walked over with a smile.

Slughorn looked up and kept filling the truth serum. After all, he was a potion master. Even at his age, his hands were steady. He asked with a smile: "Are you having problems? With your level, it should be easy to make the Living Hell Potion, right?"

"The Living Hell Potion is no problem."

The Polyjuice Potion was at the bottom, and Loren held the crucible to make it easier for him to fill it. "I have some ideas about the Felixir, and I want to ask the professor for his opinion."

"What ideas?"

"Professor, your pot of Felixir is golden in color. You just completed the first step, right?"

"Indeed, a failed fire ash snake egg is mashed with wasabi. The color at this time is the same as the finished product. When the juice of the sea onion is added, it will change color... After six months, if everything goes well, the potion will return to this color again, and the Felixir will be successful."

Slughorn covered the bottle with a stopper, sealed the Polyjuice Potion, and looked at him with great satisfaction, "Any questions?"

"I have some powder of the Sand of Time."