Chapter 490: Oily-Haired Kid

Slughorn finished speaking.

Everyone went to their desks and opened their books.

Unlike the original novel, Harry and Ron knew during the summer that Slughorn would be the new Potions Professor.

And he only requires good results in the O.W.L. exam.

Ron got good grades in both Potions exams.

So both bought themselves textbooks.

The old Half-Blood Prince textbook should still be lying on the bookcase in the corner.

Owen is still somewhat interested in Snape's old textbooks. The reason why he is interested is because he wants to compile and print Snape's old textbooks. The "Advanced Potion Making" used by young wizards now obviously has various problems. Even if it is not for the young wizards, but for his own fame, Snape should do this.

Because it would catapult him into one of the greatest Potions Masters in the wizarding world.

Snape was not someone who was indifferent to fame and fortune. As for why he didn't make his notes public, maybe there were other reasons?

Owen rubbed his chin and had some thoughts in his mind.

So he suddenly raised his hand and said, "Professor, I lost my textbook."

"Lost?" Slughorn was stunned, but he didn't pay much attention. It was normal for little wizards to lose things, but he was a little surprised to lose the textbook on the first day of school.

"Maybe it was lost during the inspection by the Aurors." Owen unceremoniously threw the blame to the poor Aurors.

"Okay. There are some old textbooks in the storage cabinet. You can use them first. You can write to Flourish and Blotts Bookstore in a few days."

After receiving Slughorn's permission, Owen walked to the lockers next to the wall.

He wasn't sure if Snape had left any of his old textbooks behind.

In the original book, Snape should have left his old textbooks behind Dumbledore's instructions.

Harry didn't know that Slughorn would be the Potions teacher in the new semester.

And his test scores were only good. Snape's advanced class required excellent scores, so Harry in the original story did not buy potions textbooks at all during the summer vacation.

Dumbledore knew all this.

That's why he instructed Snape to keep his old textbooks, knowing that Harry would definitely get them.

This was a huge help in winning Slughorn's favor later on.

But - it seems that Dumbledore doesn't need to do this anymore.

So he wasn't sure if there was still that old textbook in the cabinet.

Owen quickly opened the locker and saw several "Advanced Potion Making" books placed in the corner.

And that old textbook with unlined lines was very eye-catching among the pile of books.

"Really?" Owen was a little surprised. Although he couldn't figure out the reason, it was just that if you don't take it, you won't get it.

Owen returned to class.

And Slughorn started his lessons. He pushed his already bulging chest forward, and the buttons on his vest were about to burst. "Okay, I've prepared some potions to open your eyes. Of course, it's just out of interest. Wait. You guys should be able to make something like this after completing the advanced course. Although you haven't done it yourself, you must have heard of it. Can anyone tell me what this is?"

He pointed to the cauldron closest to the Slytherin table, where only clear water was tumbling.

This obviously can't be clear water, so it can only be...

Hermione's well-trained hand was raised first, and Slughorn pointed at her.

"It's Veritaserum, a colorless, odorless potion that forces those who drink it to tell the truth," Hermione said.

"Very good, very good!" Slughorn said happily, "What about the others?"

He pointed to the cauldron in front of a Ravenclaw.

"It's Polyjuice Potion, sir," Hermione added.

Harry also recognized the bubbling mud-like substance in the second cauldron.

After all, they drank it in second grade

"Then - what about this?"

"Love potion!"

"That's right." Slughorn showed sincere admiration at this time, "Then you must know what it is used for."

"Well -" Hermione suddenly felt a little hot. She paused before saying, "The most effective love potion in the world!"

"What a surprise." Slughorn praised: "Twenty points to Gryffindor."

"I originally thought that you were uniquely talented in Defense Against the Dark Arts and Charms, and that you might not be as good at Potions as in other subjects. Miss Granger - you are really surprising."

"This is nothing professor." Hermione felt a little uncomfortable being praised. She glanced in Owen's direction unconsciously and saw him studying the old textbook in his hand.

"Oh - I understand." Slughorn said with a smile, looking back and forth between Hermione and Owen, "It seems that someone is helping you with extracurricular tutoring."

As a once sensational and well-known healer, Slughorn had no doubt that Owen was excellent at potions. With such a companion, Miss Granger's excellent potion skills seemed to be explained.

"I guess you young wizards should have many talents that I don't know about. It's really surprising." Slughorn sighed, and then changed the topic back.

"Of course, we all know that love potion cannot create love, it can only create a false attachment. In the past, many wizards have been tripped by the enchanted infatuation. Don't underestimate this potion. It is probably the most dangerous and powerful potion in this classroom."

"Now let's start the class."

On the other side, when Ernie interrupted Slughorn to ask about the golden potion in the last small dry pot on the podium.

Owen was carefully studying the old textbook in his hand.

The pages were a little moldy, with scribblings all over them, making the blank spaces on each page as black as the places where the potion was printed.

The handwriting was very strange-sometimes very sloppy, sometimes very careful.

It was like it was written by two people.

Or it was written by one person in two emotions.

The bottom of the back cover of the book reads: "This book belongs only to the Half-Blood Prince"

It was also a little strange. He didn't remember Snape's signature in the original story. After all, it was too detailed. How could he remember those?

Most of the potion recipes in "Advanced Potion Making" have been improved in the book, although the improvement is not huge, such as: changing one ingredient or something.

Most of them are about how to handle the ingredients, the number of times to stir, the order of adding ingredients, etc.

But the main thing is that there are too many, and almost all the recipes have been improved.

It is hard to imagine that Snape, who was sixteen or seventeen years old, had such a talent for potions.

When - Slughorn was explaining the Felix Felicis to the young wizards, and said that he would give a small bottle of Felix Felicis as a prize to the young wizard who first brewed a high-quality living hell potion.

In an instant, everyone was caught in a huge surprise.

The young wizards prepared the ingredients and couldn't wait to light the fire in the crucible in front of them.

Hermione was among them, of course.

But she soon had an accident.

After adding the grass roots.

It is necessary to process a material called sleepy beans.

Sleepy beans are the fruits of sleepy grass. This is a pearly white shriveled bean that looks like an overgrown mistletoe berry.

There is a silvery thick juice in the sleepy beans, which can remove people's memories when taken directly.

The textbook said to use a silver knife to slice the beans so that the juice would flow out, but the surface of the sleepy beans was very slippery, and a little pressure would make them pop out.

All of a sudden, the whole church was full of splashing sleepy beans.

"Use the side of the silver knife to squeeze the beans, don't cut them directly." Owen whispered to Hermione.

"Squeeze?" Hermione was annoyed by the sleepy beans, and she subconsciously wanted to refute, but out of trust in Owen, she knew that he was very good at improving potion formulas, both the second and third grades proved this, so after just a moment of hesitation, she decided to do as Owen said.

Sure enough, choosing to squeeze directly with a knife, Hermione completed the process in just a few seconds.

"How did you know to squeeze?" Hermione asked.

"The master's advice." Owen replied with a smile.

On the other side of the desk, Ron and Harry's eyes lit up.

The advanced class is different from the previous class. Only young wizards with sufficient grades and willing to take the elective will come to class, so the number of people is not large.

There were six people at a table. The others naturally heard what Owen had just said to Hermione.

Ernie dodged his sleepy beans with a knife without saying a word.

Others followed suit.

"Then stir with the wand, seven times counterclockwise, then once clockwise! Keep doing this." Owen continued.

It also stirred the wand at this frequency.

Hermione naturally did what he said.

Although the book clearly stated that it must be stirred counterclockwise until the potion turns to the color of clear water.

But at this moment she did not question it again, because she just tried it, and the purple in the crucible turned pink.

Then she tried to stir counterclockwise according to the steps in the textbook, but after a while, the color did not change much.

"This"

The naked effect was right in front of her, which made Hermione very distressed.

She picked up her textbook and looked at it carefully. Could it be that she bought some pirated textbooks?

No problem!

She even brought Harry's textbook.

Reference.

"Advanced Potion Making" author: Libasho Pollach.

Libasho Pollach is a South American wizard, considered one of the most famous pharmacists in the world. He studied at Castrobisher School of Magic.

Is there something wrong with this Libasho Pollach?

Hermione thought of Lockhart for no reason.

But after careful consideration, she felt that it was not right. The story of the novel was completely different from the professional academic books. It was impossible for the other party to become a world-renowned potion master just by copying other people's achievements.

It was a pity that Owen could not hear Hermione's voice.

Otherwise, he would definitely tell the other party that the academic circle was not as clean as she thought.

About five minutes later.

Slughorn suddenly said, "Okay, time is up."

"Please stop stirring!"

He walked slowly between the tables, checking each crucible in turn.

He did not make any comments, just occasionally stirred it, or came up to smell it.

Finally, he walked to the table where Owen and the others were.

"Hmm?"

When he saw several crucibles filled with living hell decoction that was as clear as water, he finally couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

"this--"

Slughorn looked at Harry, Ron, and Ernie's cauldrons in turn.

“I can’t believe it, it’s amazing.”

Finally he came between Hermione and Owen.

"Oh, this is the best potion of living hell I have ever seen. I daresay it only takes one drop to bring down everyone present."

"but--"

Hermione's and Owen's results were of the highest quality, almost equally, so Slughorn was hesitant for a moment.

"Professor, it was Owen who won, and we received his guidance." Hermione said immediately.

The other little wizards also nodded.

"Really?" Slughorn looked at Owen, reflecting this ray of silver light in his pupils, "Okay, take it - I will keep my word and give you a bottle of elixir, make good use of it!"

Owen pocketed the bottle of golden liquid.

Feel good.

This potion is extremely difficult to brew and takes a very long time, taking several months.

Even if he had the ability, he would not choose to brew a blessing elixir.

It consumes too much energy and time.

"Owen, how did you know how to brew those potions?" Harry couldn't wait to step forward and asked as soon as he left the underground classroom.

He was not Hermione, and had not received any guidance from Owen on potions. Although he knew that the beautiful and outrageous wizard in front of him was a famous healer, Harry had no direct impression in this regard.

"It's just that I picked up the martial arts secret book left by the old grandpa - ah - no - it's the martial arts secret book left by the melancholic uncle." Owen said in a confused tone. Then he handed the old textbook in his hand to Hermione.

"This is?"

"Uncle's treasured secret book." Owen said with a smile, "Read it, and then you can sort out all the ways to improve potions in it, print it into a book, and send it to others. I think this is the biggest use of this book. "

Hermione took Snape's old textbook, opened it, and frowned.

"These notes."

"Are you sure it's safe?"

It's normal for Miss Granger to have such doubts. This is Hogwarts, a school of magic!

It would be foolish to just trust the annotations in a book without imagining the textbook.

Because there are indeed some disgusting seniors who will deliberately leave some traps waiting for the younger wizards to fall prey to.

In the castle, the more unknown things come from, the more you need to stay away.

"Don't worry!" Owen said, "Nothing is safer than it."

Hermione nodded,

Although she didn't understand why Owen was so sure, she chose to believe him.

Afterwards, the few people separated.

Hermione went to the library to organize her old textbooks.

Harry and Ron returned to the common room.

At 8 o'clock in the evening, Harry and Ms. Zhang will have in-person tutoring classes.

As for Irving, he also returned to the lounge.

Taking a nap might be a good option.

But before that, we have to eat.

A few weeks later.

In the Potions class, Slughorn was increasingly surprised by the talents of the young wizards. Their success rate in brewing potions was getting higher and higher. He said that he had never taught so many geniuses.

Of course, as for the reason, it was because Hermione had finished sorting out the old books, edited them into a booklet, and sent them to other young wizards.

The name of the Half-Blood Prince is also known to more and more people.

Everyone is guessing that this senior must be the famous potion master and author of "Advanced Potion Making" Libasius Pollach, who was born at the end of the last century, about the same age as Dumbledore. He became famous in his forties and fifties. Things happened after the 1950s. This book was only published in the 1950s, and it was even later that Hogwarts listed it as a history textbook.

So this ‘half-blood prince’ must have been a senior who attended Hogwarts in the 1960s and 1970s.

He should be no more than forty years old now.

The forty-year-old Potions Master, this information was very easy to deduce, and it only took Hermione an hour to figure it out.

Unfortunately, there are no famous Potions Masters under the age of forty at all, and the only famous scholar in his early forties did not graduate from Hogwarts.

"Maybe it's a woman?"

One weekend, in the Room of Requirement, there was a D.A. meeting.

Hermione was holding the old textbook on the desk and chair where the transfiguration spell was used. During this time, she had turned the book over several times. She said, "The name was deliberately chosen to confuse people. And the handwriting is very fine. It doesn’t look like it was written by a boy.”

"How many girls are willing to call themselves prince?" Harry retorted, "Your reason is too far-fetched."

"That's not necessarily true," Hermione said. "There are many girls in the castle who are willing to be princes."

"Huh?" Harry was startled and looked at her.

"Even if the princess doesn't want to, I think this reason is a bit far-fetched." She quickly changed the subject, "Half-blood Prince, at least we can know that the author of this book may be a mixed-race."

"Hey - Owen, who do you think the 'Half-Blood Prince' is?" Harry asked, looking at Owen who was writing a letter.

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Owen raised his head and glanced at Harry with disgust.

Then he put away the letters on the table.

That was a letter he wrote to his grandfather, asking him what he had discovered in Canada.

"The answer is right there in the question." He shook his head and said, "How can someone be so blind that he can't even guess this?"

"Huh?" Harry was startled, with clear stupidity in his eyes.

Hermione frowned.

The answer is right there in the question?

She thought about it.

Then suddenly her eyes widened.

Where did Owen find the old textbook?

In Slughorn's classroom.

And if this book doesn't belong to Slughorn himself.

Then

The original owner of that classroom was

"Oh my God!" Hermione suddenly realized who the 'Half-Blood Prince' was?

"You guessed it a long time ago?" She looked at Owen.

"Is it difficult?" Owen said, "It only took me a few seconds!"

"." The little witch glared at him, then looked at Harry.

I can't imagine what Harry would think if he knew that all the achievements and honors he had achieved in the Potions class in the past few weeks came from Snape.