Hogwarts Everything is Three

"Of course, a highly skilled pharmacist can induce a strong feeling of love, but so far no one has been able to create that kind of truly unbreakable, eternal, unconditional, and can be called'love' emotion. This is probably It’s the most dangerous and powerful potion in this classroom.” Professor Slughorn smiled at the concentrated little wizards at this moment. He put the lid on the cauldron and covered it in a spiral shape. Rising steam. The little witches who were attracted by the potion and gathered around the cauldron showed a look of greed, but after Slughorn closed the lid, they realized their gaffes, holding their textbooks, and stepped back.

"Professor, haven't you told us what's inside?" Hufflepuff's pure blood wizard Ernie McMillan said, pointing to a small drop-shaped potion.

"Oh by the way, ladies and gentlemen, what you have seen is a magical potion called Fuling Potion." Slughorn took the drop-shaped potion from the shelf and held it up. It said to the wizards, "But people usually call it..."

"Lucky potion," Hermione Granger snapped back.

Seeing that Hermione had answered the questions correctly, Slughorn asked tentatively with a smile on his face. "It is the lucky potion, Miss Granger, have you tried to make this potion yourself?"

"Professor, although I have tried to boil the elixir, but it takes at least half a year to prepare the materials and the boil the elixir, and I still need to go to class, so after insisting on it for a while, I failed because of the conflict of time..." Min shook her shaggy curly hair slightly, embarrassed.

"Miss Granger, don’t feel ashamed. After all, the production process of the blessing potion is extremely complicated, and the pharmacist’s time requirements are also very demanding, but you can finish processing the initial medicinal materials and start trying to make the blessing potion. It means that your potion level may already be able to get an E or even an O in the NEWT exam." Slughorn comforted with a smile, and then changed the conversation, "Of course, if the production is successful, only a small bite is needed. , All your efforts will be easy to succeed...at least until the effect of the medicine disappears."

With that said, Slughorn's expression was a little trance, as if he was reminiscing about the wonderful feeling when he once took the fortune potion—regardless of whether the potions class professor was acting or not, but the effect was fruitful, and the class seemed to straighten up suddenly. Lumbar.

Draco's hand wiped the light blond hair that had been changed to a more distributed type, and he approached Pansy, staring at the bottle of fortune and muttered, "If you can drink a little while playing Quidditch, it will do. Help me catch the Golden Snitch."

But Pansy, who has always looked forward to his head, just nodded mechanically and did not respond. Perceiving something wrong with his female partner, Draco turned his head and saw Pansy Parkinson, who had been carelessly leaning against the wall, put down and embraced. With his arms and bent legs, he straightened his body and walked forward two steps.

"Of course, the potion is only effective for twelve hours. From dawn to dark, whatever you do will be auspicious. Today I will take it as a prize. This small bottle of lucky water will be rewarded to the best in an hour. The students who were born in the stagnant water first, the materials needed are listed on page 10 of "Advanced Potions Making." As his voice fell, the wizards in the classroom became excited, and everyone began to read desperately. Holding the textbook in his hand.

Slughorn continued: "But I want to remind everyone that only one student in my teaching career has made a qualified life and death and won this award. Having said that, I wish you all the best. , Start now!"

The harsh scraping sound when the crucible moves, the sound of books being flipped frantically, the sound of putting weights on the balance, the sound of processing medicinal materials... But no one spoke, everyone was racing against time.

Ron also opened the old textbook he had placed on the desk. The first page read "This book belongs to the pure-blood princess Laverne Tugwood."

The red-haired wizard then looked around vigilantly, flipping the textbook carefully, only to see that the map on the textbook was changed, and the blank space on each page was as dark as the place where the medicine was printed. He did a lot of work. Notes, even in some places, several ingredients of the medicine originally marked in the book were crossed out. Ron struggled to identify the original operating instructions from the various scribbles in the textbook.

But the surrounding movement made Ron raise his head again. The source of the sound was that some wizards had trouble cutting the doze beans: Harry shot it down, and the doze beans bounced out; Ron’s roommate Seamo Finney Gan caught the sleepy beans jumping around on the table with his hand; McMillan poked the sleepy beans with a knife, dreaming that he could poke the sleepy beans out of juice... Ron lowered his head and cut with a knife, his sleepy beans bounced away , Rolling a few laps on the console.

Ron looked up in confusion, and found that Hermione's potion had become the pale snow-blue color of sleepy bean juice added in the book. He looked at some of the wizards who had participated in the Harris intensive training class, and found that Michael was squeezing the sleepy beans with the side of the silver knife-they were not using the original method described in the textbook.

The red-haired witch lowered his head suddenly. Just now, he saw the same treatment method in the notes of the pure-blood princess in his textbook. He squinted his eyes and found the position of the note in the impression, carefully identifying the pure-blood princess in the book. Note, I saw that she wrote another note at the place where the sleepy beans were sliced: squeezing with the side of a silver knife is easier to produce juice than slicing.

Ron simply flattened the side of his silver knife and squeezed the sleepy beans. Sure enough, the beans immediately ooze a large amount of juice. Ron hurriedly dropped the juice into his cauldron, and was pleasantly surprised to find that his potion had immediately become The pale snow blue color that the book says.

"Harry, Harry, look." Ron elbow Harry.

"How did you do it?" Harry helped his glasses. He was so scorched by Sleepy Beans that he caught his hair in a mess, looking very embarrassed.

"You use crushed ones, don't cut them." Ron pointed.

Harry didn't hesitate to follow Ron's method, and sure enough the potion turned pale blue. If Ron gains the treasure of his confidence, Lavin Tugwood must be a potion elite from a pure-blood family. Only these guys with family inheritance can understand more efficient secret techniques outside of textbooks-those guys in the training class are sure Only the professor who had obtained the Harris family would understand this. Thinking of this, Ron immediately picked up the textbook and carefully identified the following content. He had already planned to make the potion according to the notes in his textbook.

While Ron concentrated on continuing to boil the medicine in accordance with Lavern Tugwood’s notes, Seamus threw the freshly cut grass roots into the dry pot, and the fire burst from his cauldron to his cheeks. It was dark, and the facial features were wrinkled into a ball. In McMillan's dry pot, a large group suddenly jumped out, like a jelly-like green gel-like object-what was even more frightening was that the thing seemed to be alive.

Slughorn patrolled and instructed the little wizards in the classroom to clean up the mess, but he unexpectedly discovered that this class was different from before. Many little wizards handle potions in a way that is not consistent with textbooks. Like Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson, their methods of handling medicinal materials are not like a student who has just attended an improvement class, but like a potion. Master, these changed little skills are both proficient and very efficient, and they have all succeeded in making their own medicines orderly.

Noting that Hermione Granger had taken the lead to stop dealing with potions. She added wormwood powder to the narcissus roots and was waiting for the potions to be boiled to the appropriate heat. She glanced at her cauldron and judged that she would not be able to talk to her at this time Affected her process, Slughorn walked to Hermione’s side and asked, "Miss Granger, please forgive my curiosity. I would like to ask where you and your classmates have mastered this. Knowledge and skills for making potions outside of textbooks."

"Professor Slughorn, Professor Alan Harris's intensive training class provides such precious knowledge for a sufficiently good wizard." Hermione's back straightened.

"It's amazing...I have heard of Professor Harris' ideas on education reform...but I didn't expect that he has been enlightened to this point." Slughorn couldn't help but admire Alan in his heart-although in fact these The knowledge is only for the little wizards who were admitted into the Harris family in the training class, obviously Slughorn had some misunderstandings.

"Oh, no..." The scared cry of the red-haired wizard and the sudden burst of air frightened everyone, "Why is my potion missing?"

All the potions in the cauldron in front of Ron disappeared without a trace, leaving only a wisp of green smoke floating above the cauldron. The little wizards around him who directly smelled the smoke felt very uplifted.

Slughorn walked around Hermione's table, glanced at the residue in Ron's cauldron, picked up Ron's textbook and flipped through it: "Oh? Lavern Tugwood? Well, the great-granddaughter of Sekelissa Tugwood, I remember her, she has some talent in potions, likes to steal other people’s private skills and arbitrarily alter the formula~www.wuxiaspot.com~ but she refuses to keep her feet on the ground. I don’t want to verify... Mr. Weasley’s incident happened this time because I don’t blame you, but next time please follow the original textbook strictly. In addition, people exposed to the smoke may not be able to sleep for the next three days. I feel... Lavigne's imaginary changes have turned what should be a powerful sleeping pill into a powerful stimulant..."

"Hahaha, the red-haired Weasley and the dark circles that will grow out of sleep, are you planning to imitate the red panda?" Draco immediately laughed at the victimized Ron, "I think he is what The male protagonist in a novel story? Can you find any secret knowledge easily?"

Slughorn turned his head and glanced at Draco before making him shut up-although his expression was a bit gloating. Then, Slughorn took this opportunity to ask other people: "Does anyone know Sekelissa Tugwood? Who is it?"

"Sekrisa Tugwood was born in 1874. She invented many cosmetic medicines and was the first witch to use this kind of potion. She also discovered the efficacy of Balbo tuber pus to treat pimples. Died in 1966 at the age of 92. Her tombstone reads this line of text:'Thank you Seklisa Tugwood, she made the world a more beautiful place.' To commemorate Seklisa's achievements, she Boarded the Chocolate Worm..." Pansy spoke before Hermione this time, but was interrupted by a sudden burst of air before she finished speaking.

I saw the same green smoke as Ron just made 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 whispering voice: "Sorry... Slug Professor Horn, I forgot that my potion was made according to Ron's method..."