Chapter 742 Water of Life and Death

( ) "Of course, skilled pharmacists can induce strong feelings of love, but so far no one has been able to create the kind of truly unbreakable, eternal, unconditional emotion that can be called 'love'. This is probably the most dangerous and powerful potion in this classroom." Professor Slughorn smiled at the little wizards who were attentive at this moment, and he put the lid on the crucible, covering its Spiraling steam. The little witches who were attracted by the potion and gathered around the crucible 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 this yet?" Ernie MacMillan, a pure-blood wizard from Hufflepuff, said, pointing to a small drop-shaped potion.

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

"Lucky potion," Hermione Granger replied.

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

"Professor, although I tried to brew the Felixir Potion, it would take at least half a year to prepare the materials and brew the potion, and I still need to go to class, so after persisting for a while, I failed due to time conflicts..." He Min shook her fluffy curly hair slightly, feeling embarrassed.

"Miss Granger, there is no need to feel ashamed. After all, the production process of Felixir is extremely complicated, and the requirements on pharmacists' time are also very demanding. However, you can handle the initial medicinal materials and start trying to brew Felixir. It means that your potion level may be enough 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, it only takes a small sip. , all your efforts will be easily successful...at least until the effect of the medicine wears off."

As he spoke, Slughorn's expression was a little dazed, as if he was recalling the wonderful feeling he had when he took the elixir. Regardless of whether the Potions Professor was acting or not, the effect was very effective, and the whole class seemed to straighten their backs immediately.

Draco wiped his hands through his light blond hair that had been changed to a side-parted style, leaned closer to Pansy, stared at the bottle of Felixir and whispered softly: "When playing Quidditch, if you can sneak a little, it will be fine." Help me catch the Golden Snitch.”

But Pansy, who was always following his lead, just nodded mechanically without making a sound. Sensing something was wrong with his female companion, Draco turned his head and saw Pansy Parkinson, who was leaning against the wall casually, put down her arms. With arms and legs bent, he stood up straight and took two steps forward.

"Of course, the potion is only effective within twelve hours. From dawn to dusk, no matter what you do, you will be blessed with good luck. Today I will use it as a prize. This small bottle of lucky water will be awarded to the person who can achieve the best result within an hour. The materials needed for the students who brew the life-and-dead water first are listed on page 10 of "Advanced Potion Making." As his voice fell, the wizards in the classroom became excited, and everyone began to flip through the pages desperately. Holding the textbook in his hand.

Slughorn continued: "But I want to remind everyone that in my teaching career before this, only one student brewed qualified water of life and death and won this award. Having said that, I wish you all good luck. , let’s officially start now!”

There were harsh scratching sounds when the crucible was moved, the sound of books being turned over crazily, the sound of weights being placed on the scale and the sound of medicinal materials being processed... But no one spoke, everyone was racing against time.

Ron also opened the worn textbook he put on the table. The first page read "This book belongs to Laverne Tugwood."

The red-haired wizard then looked around cautiously, flipping the textbook carefully, and saw that the pictures on the textbook had been changed. The blank space on each page was as dark as the place where the potion was printed, and a lot of work had been done. Notes, and even some parts of the ingredients that were originally marked on the book were crossed out. Ron struggled to identify the original operating instructions from the various scribbles on the textbook.

But the movement around him made Ron raise his head again. The source of the sound was that some wizards were having trouble cutting up sleepy beans: Harry slapped it with the knife, and the sleepy beans bounced out; Ron's roommate Seamus Finnigan Catching the sleepy beans jumping around on the countertop with his hands; MacMillan poked the sleepy beans with a knife, hoping to get the juice out of the sleepy beans... Ron lowered his head, cut it with a knife, and his sleepy beans bounced away. , rolled several times on the operating table.

Ron looked up in confusion and found that Hermione's potion had turned into the light snow-green color that the book said after adding sleepy bean juice. He looked at some of the wizards who had participated in the Harris training class and found that Michael was squeezing Sleepy Bean with the side of a silver dagger. None of them were using the original method described in the textbook.

The red-haired wizard suddenly lowered his head. He had just seen the same treatment method on the notes on the pure-blood princess in his textbook. He squinted his eyes, found the location of the note in his memory, and carefully identified the pure-blood princess's notes on the book. Note, I saw she wrote another note on the place where the sleepy beans were sliced: it is easier to squeeze out the juice with the side of a silver knife than to slice it.

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

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

"How did you do that?" Harry adjusted his glasses. Being so worried by Sleepy Bean, he scratched his hair into a mess and looked very embarrassed.

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

Harry followed Ron's method without hesitation, and sure enough, the potion turned into a pale azure color. Ron's confidence doubled as he obtained the treasure. Laverne Tugwood must be a potion elite from a pure-blood family. Only these guys with family inheritance will know more efficient secret techniques beyond textbooks. Those guys in the intensive training class must have obtained Harry. Only professors from the Si family would know this. Thinking of this, Ron immediately picked up the textbook and carefully read the contents below. He was already planning to brew the potion according to the notes in his textbook.

While Ron was concentrating on continuing to brew the potion according to Laverne Tugwood's annotations, Seamus threw the freshly cut grass roots into the dry pot. Firelight burst out from his cauldron instantly, and his cheeks were aflame. Dark and wrinkled. A large group of jelly-like green gelatinous objects suddenly jumped out of MacMillan's dry pot. What was even more frightening was that this thing seemed to be alive.

Slughorn patrolled the classroom to guide and help these little wizards who were in trouble to clean up the mess, but he unexpectedly found that this teaching was different from before. Many young wizards' methods of handling potions are not consistent with the textbooks. For example, Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson's method of handling potions is not like a student who has just taken advanced courses, but like a potions master. These modified techniques were both proficient and efficient, and they all succeeded in brewing their potions in an orderly manner.

Noticing that Hermione Granger had already stopped handling the potion first, she added wormwood powder to the narcissus roots and was waiting for the potion to boil to the appropriate temperature. She glanced at her cauldron and judged that talking to the other party at this time would not affect her. As she progressed, Slughorn walked up to Hermione and asked: "Miss Granger, please forgive my curiosity. I would like to ask where you and your classmates obtained these textbooks." Knowledge and skills in brewing potions other than that.”

"Professor Slughorn, Professor Alan Harris's training class provides this precious knowledge to wizards who are good enough." Hermione straightened her back even more.

"Amazing... I have heard some of Professor Harris's ideas on education reform... but I didn't expect that he has become so enlightened." Slughorn couldn't help but admire Allen in his heart, although in fact this knowledge was only Regarding the young wizards who were admitted into the Harris family in the training class, it was obvious that Slughorn had some misunderstandings.

"Oh, no..." The red-haired wizard's panicked cry and sudden burst of anger startled everyone, "Why is my potion missing?"

The potion in the crucible in front of Ron disappeared without a trace, leaving only a wisp of green smoke floating above the crucible. The little wizards around him who directly smelled the smoke felt extremely energetic.

Slughorn walked around Hermione's desk, took a look at the residue in Ron's cauldron, then picked up Ron's textbook and flipped through it: "Oh? Laverne Tugwood? Hmm. , the great-granddaughter of Secresa Tugwood, I remember that she had some talent in potions. She liked to steal other people's private skills and modify the formula without authorization, but she was unwilling to be down-to-earth and never wanted to verify it...Wes Mr. Lai, I don't blame you for what happened this time, but next time please strictly follow the original text of the textbook. In addition, those who are exposed to the smoke may not be able to sleep in the next three days... Laverne's The imagined changes turned what was supposed to be a powerful sleeping pill into a powerful stimulant..."

"Hahaha, UU Reading www.uukanshu.net The red-haired Weasley and the dark circles under his eyes will grow if he doesn't sleep. Is he planning to imitate the red panda?" Draco heard this and immediately said to the suffering Ron. Ridiculing, "Do you think you are the hero in some novel? Do you easily discover some secret knowledge?"

Slughorn turned his head and glanced at Draco to shut him up, although his expression just now was a bit gloating. Then, Slughorn took this opportunity to ask the others: "Does anyone know who Sekerissa Tugwood is?"

"Secretsa Tugwood was born in 1874. She invented many beauty potions and was the first witch to use such potions. She also discovered the efficacy of papilloma tuber pus in treating pimples. She died She died in 1966 at the age of 92. Her tombstone reads: 'Thanks to Secresha Tugwood for making the world a more beautiful place.' To commemorate Secressa's achievements, she ascended the Chocolate Bug Guy..." Pansy spoke before Hermione this time, but before she could finish her words, she was interrupted by another sudden burst of anger.

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