Chapter 1366

Potent Love Potion, the world's most potent love potion.

When introducing it, it will usually be marked next to it, this potion is extremely dangerous!

Strong love potions can make people fall in love, but that is not true love, but spiritual deception.

It can control a person like the Imperius Curse, making people fall in love with each other irresistibly, unable to control their emotions and bodies, and willing to do anything for it, including giving their lives.

In a sense, it's even scarier than the Imperius Curse.

Voldemort's mother used a love potion to make the old Riddle fall in love with him, and finally gave birth to Voldemort.

There are many such things in history. Some dark wizards will use this method to make Muggle kings fall in love with a certain woman or themselves, and then indirectly control the entire country, taking the opportunity to complete their evil plans.

Aiwen didn't have the idea of ​​using the love potion, but he didn't deny that the smell was still pleasant to the body and mind.

You can prepare a bottle and take it with you. When the night is quiet and you are alone, take it out and smell it, the effect is very good...

Don't get me wrong, because another characteristic of the love potion determines that different people will smell it differently.

According to everyone's favorite, most needed, and most beautiful things, that is to say, the taste of love.

Ivan smelled the unique fragrance of Hermione in it just now, well, it may also be the smell of shampoo, anyway, it is very reassuring, and the smell of his favorite flower scent makes his body feel comfortable strange reaction.

"There, there, there!" said Slughorn, walking to the podium.

Looking through the steaming steam, his huge figure appeared to be erratic.

"Everyone, please take out the scales, medicine bags, and don't forget to take out your "Advanced Potion Making" textbook, let's start the potions class this semester..."

"Sir?" said Harry, holding up his hand.

"What's the matter, Harry?" Slughorn asked mildly.

"I don't have books, I don't have scales, I don't have anything, and neither does Ron. Because, we didn't expect to have advanced classes, so..."

"Ah, by the way, Professor McGonagall mentioned it, don't worry, boy, don't worry at all. You can use the ingredients in the storage cabinet today, and I can lend you the balance, and here are some old textbooks , you use it first, and then you can write to Lihen Bookstore..."

Harry and Ron didn't put these things in the salute after making sure they weren't going to take Potions class.

Aiwen did have spare balances, crucibles and various materials, but he didn't take them out.

He saw this as an opportunity to see if Harry could still find Snape's old textbook.

He remembered that there was such a textbook, which recorded Snape's improvements to the potion formula and brewing process recorded in "Advanced Potion Making", as well as some magic created by Snape himself.

To be honest, Ivan is very interested in this textbook and its contents.

At the very least, potions will help a lot.

When I visited Snape's storage cabinet before, Ivan even looked for it, but found nothing.

Snape didn't seem to take out this textbook, but kept it somewhere specially.

He had given up the classroom to Slughorn this term, and had probably left it behind while packing, or else Slughorn had found the textbook elsewhere while tidying up the classroom.

Everything is possible. In short, getting this textbook requires luck, and Aiwen has no such luck.

So, he was going to let Harry try...

Slughorn strode to a storage cabinet in the corner, groped in it for a while, and took out two tattered copies of "Advanced Potion Making" by Libasio Pollage, Handed to Harry and Ron, along with two sets of faded scales.

Is this it? Ivan stared at the "Advanced Potion Making" in Harry's hand.

"Show me, Harry." He took the tattered textbook.

The pages were moldy, and scribbled all over them, making the margins of each page as black as the places where the potions were printed.

Should be this? There is no way to confirm these.

He casually flipped the pages of the book to a potion and carefully identified the formula on it.

"Okay!" Slughorn said and returned to the front of the classroom. He pushed his already swollen chest forward, and the buttons on his vest were about to burst. You opened your eyes, of course, just out of interest. When you finish the advanced course, you should be able to make something like this. Although you haven't done it yourself, you must have heard of it. Who can tell me this What is one?"

He pointed to the cauldron closest to the Slytherin table, which contained nothing but clear water bubbling.

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

Hermione's well-trained hand went up first, and Slughorn pointed at her.

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

"Very well, very well! It's Veritaserum, and it's really great to be able to recognize it, and now..." said Slughorn cheerfully, pointing to the cauldron closest to the Ravenclaw table, " This kind is relatively well-known, and it has been highlighted in several pamphlets issued by the Ministry recently, who can?"

Before he could finish speaking, Hermione raised her hand again.

"It's Polyjuice Potion, sir," she said.

The slowly bubbling mud-like thing in the second cauldron, this kind of potion they had brewed when they sneaked into the Slytherin common room before, was very familiar to Hermione. Alvin has made it many times!

"That's great, that's great! And here's this . . . tell me, dear?" said Slughorn.

He looked a little surprised to see Hermione's hand raised again.

"It's a powerful love potion!"

"Exactly, so there's no need to ask," said Slughorn now, with genuine admiration. "I suppose you know what it's for?"

"It's the most powerful love potion in the world!" said Hermione.

"Exactly! I suppose you recognized it by its characteristic mother-of-pearl sheen?"

"There is also its characteristic spiraling pink vapor, which is unique among all potions." Hermione said with interest, "Also, its smell varies from person to person, according to each person's best taste." Like something. I can smell freshly mowed grass, new parchment, and…"

She blushed suddenly, and stopped talking, but secretly glanced at Ai Wen beside her.

It's a pity that Ivan didn't hear this sentence, he was concentrating on studying this dirty textbook.

Otherwise, he should have guessed that Hermione might be talking about the taste of his saliva...

Or, maybe it's the feeling when I'm obsessed with kissing. 8) For more exciting novels, welcome to visit our Reading Academy