Chapter 540 Harry's Old Textbooks, Rewards From Potions Class (1/2)

Chapter 540 Harry's old textbooks, rewards in potions class

"There's still a lot of time, right?" Harry said, "You're the smartest witch in Gryffindor, don't give up so easily!"

"I'll take it as you're comforting me." Hermione forced a smile, sorted out her mood and went to the Arithmancy classroom.

Harry and Ron returned to the common room. After all, with their O.W.L.s test scores, the Arithmancy professor would not allow them to attend the advanced class.

On the way back, Harry received a letter from Dumbledore, asking him to go to his office at 8 o'clock on Saturday night for class, and told him the password to the headmaster's office.

Harry was still very excited that the greatest White Devil of this century was giving him special treatment, but he was even more excited that Snape couldn't give him detention on Saturday night. The professor still had to bow down in front of the headmaster.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the bell for Potions class rang.

There were only a dozen students in the advanced class for this course, six Slytherins, four Ravenclaws, three Gryffindors, and two Hufflepuffs.

Harry was not qualified for the advanced class based on his grades, but the professor of Potions was replaced.

Slughorn was very interested in the famous savior, and lowered the grades for Harry and Ron to enter the advanced class, just in time to accept them.

The door of the classroom opened, and Slughorn walked in with a beer belly, followed by the students.

Unlike Snape's class, the classroom was filled with steam, several large cauldrons were bubbling, and filled with various different smells.

"Veritaserum, Polyjuice Potion, and..." Claire raised her eyebrows as she smelled the air, "This is a love potion."

"Merlin's beard!" Slughorn looked at Claire in disbelief, "You guessed it all right just by smell, Slytherin plus ten points.

Dear, what's your name?

I was only admiring Aaron's pet during the sorting ceremony. I only know that you are a new transfer to Hogwarts."

Aaron subconsciously hugged the dozing dragon in his arms, "Professor, I told you that Abe is an ordinary cat."

"Uh... Actually, I like cats too."

Aaron:......

How shameless!

If I say Abe is a dog, I'm afraid this old man will immediately change his position and become a dog lover.

Clea smiled slightly, "Clea Darwin, Professor, you can just call me Clea."

"Oh, Clea Darwin?" Slughorn was shocked, "Is that the Darwin I understand?"

"If nothing unexpected happens, it should be."

Gulp!

Slughorn swallowed his saliva, "It's really an honor!"

"Professor, can we start the class?" Aaron reminded.

"Of course, of course." Slughorn smiled, "But before that, I have to check the level of the students, and you two are not among them."

Slughorn walked to several crucibles and faced a dozen students, "Does anyone know what the effect of these decoctions is?"

Swish!

Hermione immediately raised her right hand.

"Very good, this..."

"Granger, Professor." Hermione said, "Truth serum is a colorless and odorless potion that can force people to tell the truth."

"Very correct." Slughorn said excitedly, and then pointed to the second crucible, the potion inside was like mud, "What about the Polyjuice Potion?"

"Polyjuice Potion is very complicated to brew. After drinking it, you can turn into another person, but the premise is to add another person's nails or hair."

"That's right, and Polyjuice Potion has a time limit. When the time is up, it will automatically turn back to its original appearance." Slughorn said, "There is only one left. If you don't know..."

"Love potion is the most useful love potion." Hermione blushed and glanced at Aaron, "Its smell varies from person to person. It will emit the most attractive smell according to personal preference.

For example, what I smell is parchment and... lavender."

"Dear, can you tell me your name?" Slughorn asked with interest.

"Hermione Granger, sir."

Slughorn pondered for a moment, "Are you related to Hector Granger, the founder of the Extraordinary Potion Association?"

"I'm a Muggle-born, professor." Hermione said embarrassedly.

"It doesn't matter." Slughorn waved his hand indifferently. Although he was also proud of his pure blood, he did not discriminate against half-blood and Muggle-born wizards.

"Before, Potter told me that he had a Muggle-born friend who was the best witch in Gryffindor. Now it seems that he did not lie. Miss Granger of Gryffindor deserved to get 20 points." Slughorn said kindly.

Hermione's face was full of joy, and she also had a better impression of this unprepossessing professor.

"It is necessary to mention that although love potions can lead to strong obsession or infatuation, they cannot really create love. Love cannot be manufactured.

But if two people have a good emotional foundation and are unwilling to express it, love potions will be the best catalyst.

However, it is indeed the most dangerous potion in this room." Slughorn said as he covered the pot of love potion. Many students came back to their senses and the obsession on their faces gradually faded.

"Okay, now we start the class.

Please take out your scales, medicine bags, and your textbooks for Advanced Potion Making."

"Uh... sir." Harry raised his hand weakly, "Our books haven't arrived yet, because we didn't think we could still take the Potions class, and Ron is the same."

"Yes, if it weren't for Professor McGonagall's request, I wouldn't come." Ron said embarrassedly, "My Potions are terrible. To be honest, asking me to make potions is also a threat to others."

"You won't know until the end of the class." Slughorn said meaningfully, "There should be old textbooks left by previous students in the closet. The ingredients in the storage cabinet can be used first, and the scale can also be lent to you."

Harry and Ron looked at each other and walked towards the closet.

The two opened the door of the closet, and there were two books inside, both of which were Advanced Potion Making by Libasho Pollach.

However, one of the two books had a brand new cover and looked like it had hardly been flipped through, while the other was tattered, with more than a dozen thin threads on the spine, looking like it would fall apart at any time.

Almost at the same time, both of them pounced on the newer book.

After a short and fierce struggle, Ron smiled and held the new book in his arms. Harry rolled his eyes at him resentfully and took the old book away helplessly.

Slughorn returned to the front of the classroom, "In this class, we..."

"Professor." A Hufflepuff student looked at the desk curiously. Next to the black crucible, there was a small bottle of light golden potion firmly clamped in the air by a test tube clamp. "You haven't told me what this is?"

"Oh, right, I almost forgot it." Slughorn pretended to be enlightened and carefully took the potion down, "Gentlemen and ladies, what you see is a magical potion called..."

"Felixir, also known as lucky water." Aaron looked at the bottle of light golden solution with interest. The quality was average, but the effect should be good.

"That's right." Slughorn raised the small bottle in his hand with some pride. "The production process is extremely complicated. If there is a slight mistake, the consequences will be disastrous.

But with just a small sip, all your efforts can be easily successful, at least before the effect of the drug wears off."

After the voice fell, the whole class seemed to straighten their backs, and Draco, who was not very interested in potions class, also flashed a gleam in his eyes.

Easy success? It is undoubtedly a huge attraction for him who has to work for the Dark Lord.

"Today, I will use it as a prize.

This small bottle of lucky water will be awarded to the student who can make the living hell soup within an hour.

All the materials are listed on page 10 of the book, but I want to remind everyone that only the first student who makes a qualified living hell soup can win this reward.

Now it's officially starting, I wish you all good luck."

The enthusiasm of more than a dozen students was fully mobilized by this reward. Everyone put the crucible in front of them, highly focused, and didn't even dare to make a sound.

"Would you like to compete?" Claire looked at Aaron meaningfully and said, "I can see that you want the Felixir."

"I also have a few bottles in stock, but no one wants too much of this stuff, right?" Aaron spread his hands, "Whether it's fighting or escaping, it can increase the survival rate!"

Claire laughed dumbly, "It seems that you have had an extraordinary excitement these years."

"It's all tears if I talk too much!" Aaron smiled bitterly. In addition to dealing with Voldemort, he would drink a big sip before each trip to another world, but each time it was a high-altitude free fall. If he was not a wizard, no matter how many lives he had, it would not be enough.

Others were preparing materials according to the book and carefully preparing potions, but Aaron and Claire at the end of the classroom were talking slowly and started to mix it after a few minutes.

The Living Hell Decoction, also known as the Water of Life and Death, is a powerful sleeping pill.

The main ingredients are narcissus root powder and wormwood, but brewing potions is a delicate job. The main ingredients must be available, but the processing of the ingredients is more important. If you are not careful in the details, you will fail.

After all, Aaron is Snape's favorite student. In addition, he has an old ancestor to guide him during the holidays. He knows every step of the living hell potion. After the ingredients are prepared, he will start directly.

The valerian root is chopped into pieces, and the sleepy beans are crushed with a knife to extract the juice... Each step is much simpler than the textbook.

But what surprised him was that Harry Potter's operation steps were very similar to his, almost exactly the same except that there was no magic stirring and temperature control.

Aaron frowned slightly. He didn't think that a student with only good (E) grades in potions could do this.

But seeing Harry enthusiastically flipping through the old Advanced Potion Making, he seemed to have figured out something. It was either a benefit left by a senior or someone had arranged it on purpose. The latter possibility was even greater.

Harry Potter was not supposed to attend the advanced class for potions, but he happened to appear in this classroom.

No one knew how long the old book had been in the closet. So many people had not found it before, but it happened to be picked up by Harry today.

Coincidence? Haha, what he disbelieved most now was coincidence.

But Aaron didn't care. Even if Harry knew the simple steps to brew potions, he would definitely not be as good as him.

Besides, his foundation and experience were far superior to Harry. If he was surpassed by him with a broken book, he might as well find a piece of frozen tofu and die.

As time passed, different colors appeared in more than a dozen crucibles, including purple, pink, red, blue, and some were paste-like mixtures, which could not be seen as solutions at all.

"Okay, time is up, please stop stirring." Slughorn said loudly.

He walked to everyone's table and checked every crucible.

He didn't make any comments on the semi-finished products. He would smile bitterly or frown at the failed works. He didn't show an approving smile until he walked to Hermione.

This is indeed an excellent witch. She is born in Muggle, but she has a bright future with this talent alone.

But when he saw the light-colored solution in Harry's crucible, he slightly widened his eyes, his eyes full of surprise, "Merlin's beard is so outstanding."

"Maybe it's good luck." Harry said embarrassedly. This was the first time he was praised by the teacher in the potion class in five years. It felt pretty good.

"Preparing potions is not just about luck." Slughorn patted his shoulder earnestly and walked to the end of the classroom.

He was very satisfied with the work of the savior of the magic world, but he was more interested in Gaius and Darwin. These two families are legends in the wizarding world. If you don't have enough identity and status, you don't know their existence.

"Hiss!"

Slughorn gasped as he looked at the solution in front of Aaron, which was even clearer and could even clearly reflect a person's figure.

"Not bad, right?"

"Mr. Gaius, you are too modest." Slughorn said excitedly, "Just based on this potion, you can be called a master of potions."

"Thank you for the compliment. I was able to successfully prepare the Living Hell Potion three years ago."

"That only means you are better than I thought." Slughorn said with a smile, "I have to take a look at Claire's work again, but if nothing unexpected happens, you will be the first."

Claire raised her eyebrows at Aaron and then opened her crucible.

The faint smell in the air made Slughorn's expression change, and the clear and transparent solution in the crucible made him stunned.

After a long silence, he looked at Clea in disbelief, "How did you do it? You can actually increase the efficacy of the Living Hell Potion by 20%."

"I made some minor adjustments to the formula in the textbook." Clea said lightly, "Replace some of the juice of the sleepy beans with herbal powder that calms the nerves. The medicinal properties will be milder and the taste will be better."

"This can no longer be described as perfect." Slughorn exclaimed, "It's really incomparable, almost no one can do it, the undisputed winner.

I keep my word, and reward you with a bottle of Felicity Potion. Use it well."