The Strongest Badger at Hogwarts

While Harry was thinking.

All eyes in the potions classroom were on him.

The Slytherins in the distance were looking at Harry's dull gaze, and couldn't help sniggering.

Professor Slughorn's eyes were full of expectation and encouragement.

But Hermione, Ron and others were sweating anxiously.

Don't they know Harry yet?

This kind of question is also something that a potion idiot like Harry can answer?

Hermione had even begun to figure out how to remind Harry of the correct answer without Slughorn finding out.

But at this moment, Harry said slowly in a trance-like voice like a dream:

"It's a love potion."

"Exactly. Seems like there's no need to ask," said Slughorn, with a look of 'surely so' on his face. "I suppose you know what it's for?"

Harry heard the words and continued without stopping:

"It's the most potent love potion in the world!"

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

"And its characteristic spiral of vapor, and its smell varies from person to person, according to what each person likes best."

"Papa papa—"

Slughorn couldn't bear it anymore, and began to applaud excitedly, "You are so helpful, Harry! And what about this? You know that too?"

As Slughorn spoke, he pointed to the small cauldron on the podium again,

The medicine in the small crucible splashed cheerfully, its color was like molten gold, large drops of liquid jumped on the surface, like goldfish, but none of them spilled out.

Slughorn had a peculiar look on his face.

It's like a naughty child who is holding a new thing that he just discovered today in front of other friends, waiting for others to ask questions curiously, and finally he jumps out to answer and receives a lot of compliments.

But Harry didn't get used to him.

Harry's eyes were tightly locked on the liquid in the crucible, and he said again while his eyes were loose:

"Felix Elixir! A potion that is extremely difficult to brew and has a very low success rate. In contrast to the difficulty of brewing it, once you drink the finished Felicia Elixir, you can become lucky. During the duration of the effect, you will find that no matter what you do, you will succeed."

"20 points for Gryffindor!"

Slughorn nearly screamed.

The expressions on his face were all twisted together, it was a look of extreme surprise.

"Sit down, Harry, you're a genius!"

Harry sat down again at Slughorn's call.

It wasn't until this moment that his head recovered a little bit.

However, this made him feel even more uncomfortable.

After all, although his consciousness was a little trance before, his brain was countless times more sensitive.

In that state he had a premonition,

That is, no matter how difficult the question Slughorn asks, as long as he has learned it before, he can find the answer from deep memory and say it.

That kind of clear-headed, quick, as if the feeling of being on the hook is really refreshing.

As for comparison, Harry felt as if a chunk of his brain had been ripped out of thin air after that state receded.

"Harry, how did you do that!?"

Hermione reached out and grabbed his arm sharply.

Her expression was a little distorted, and her eyes were as big as copper bells.

Harry was already annoyed by the changes in his brain, and he struggled to shake off Hermione's hand and said:

"I don't know, I just... just remembered it suddenly, and then I said..."

Hermione was obviously dissatisfied, and wanted to continue asking.

Ron on the side laughed loudly and said:

"What's the matter? Rather than how Harry knew that knowledge, I want to know more, what will happen if you drink that Felicity Potion, that is, the Potion of Luck? Also, it must be very expensive Bar?"

"If taken in excess, it can lead to dizziness, recklessness, and dangerous arrogance," Ernie said suddenly. "You know, too much of a good thing can be bad... Too much of a dose can be very toxic. But if Take a little sparingly and sparingly now and then...

As for the price you mentioned, well, let me tell you that.

Just the Blessing Elixir in the crucible on the podium now can probably replace ten Firebolts. "

As soon as this remark came out, Ron gasped.

As a Quidditch fanatic, he knew exactly how much a Firebolt cost.

The professional replica version of this professional player's broomstick is priced at least 5,000 Gold Galleons.

That is to say, there are 50,000 Galleons hidden in the cauldron on the podium right now?

This is too outrageous!

"Oh? I really didn't expect that there is a classmate who has such a deep understanding of Felix Elixir hidden here."

Slughorn's voice came again, and he came up to Ernie and said, "What's your name, boy?"

"Ernie McMillan," Ernie stood up and said with a smile. "Actually, it's nothing. I know it's all because of Link. You may not know that Link has been on him since a long time ago." Equipped with Felix Elixir. Sometimes we will hold some small competitions about learning or wizard chess in the lounge, and the prize is the Felix Elixir sponsored by Link!"

After all, Ernie pulled out a teardrop-shaped potion bottle from his neck, which was dressed up as a pendant.

And in the potion bottle, there was a golden liquid flowing like a crucible on the podium.

"Oh--"

Ron roared excitedly.

He really didn't expect that this fellow Ernie actually had a Felicity Elixir hidden in his body!

Slughorn was also obviously a little stunned. He stared at the teardrop-shaped potion bottle in Ernie's hand, as if he was trying to distinguish the authenticity of the potion inside.

After a while he said in admiration:

"It is indeed a Felicity Elixir, and it is of very high quality! Link rewarded you? You must have a good relationship, right?"

"Of course! This is the Felix Elixir made by Link himself! As for our relationship, hehe, I can only say this, Link is the most respected person in my life! I am willing to die for him!"

Ernie said firmly.

His voice was so loud that it reverberated even in the empty Potions classroom.

As usual, this kind of second speech will definitely be mercilessly ridiculed by everyone.

The Slytherins can even laugh from ear to ear, even if they themselves are very middle-aged.

But at this moment, everyone instinctively kept quiet.

Because, when it comes to Link Foley, the nature is different.

No one at the scene doubted the authenticity of Ernie's words. After all, there are not a few Link fanatics like Ernie in Hogwarts!

Not even the bravest of men would dare to laugh at these people.

Because the next moment, they'll grab their wands and fight you.

The kind that never dies.

"Ahem——"

Sensing the weird atmosphere in the classroom, Slughorn coughed twice, "Well, children, I know you are very envious. But there is no need to be like this, because I will use this as a prize for this class! "

As Slughorn spoke, he placed a vial of Felicia Felix on the table.

"To bring twelve hours of good luck. From dawn to dusk, whatever you do will be blessed with good luck. I must remind you, however, that Felicia is forbidden in organized play, and, Felicia is not a panacea, and you can't expect it to help you with everything. Excessive or year-round drinking of Felicia will not only cause the side effects just like Ernie mentioned, but also permanently lower your luck. Then But it's pretty scary!"

"So," said Slughorn, suddenly buoyed up again, "how can I win this wonderful prize of mine? Well, please turn to page ten of Advanced Potion-Making. We There's just over an hour to go, and you'll use that time to make a good potion of living hell. I know, it's more complicated than anything you've ever made before, and I don't expect anyone to make a perfect potion .However, the one who does the best will win the vial of Felix Felicia. Well, let's get started!"

As soon as Slughorn finished speaking, there was a loud scraping sound in the classroom.

Everyone pulled the crucible in front of them, and then there was the sound of weights being placed on the balance, but no one spoke, and the highly concentrated attention of the students was almost within reach.

Harry saw Malfoy frantically flipping through his copy of Advanced Potion-Making.

Malfoy obviously wanted that lucky day very much, his anxious eyes were already red, and he didn't see the weak and weak look before.

'I have to work hard too. '

Harry said to himself silently in his heart, and then he also opened the "Advanced Potion Making" in front of him.

Ron next to him didn't choose to read the same book with him, but picked up the "Advanced Potion Making" handed down from his master brother Charlie and kept flipping through it.

Probably looking for some unique experience and inspiration from Charlie's notes.

This made Harry both annoyed and amused.

But he didn't have time to complain about Ron's behavior.

Quickly follow the method in the book and start processing the materials in front of him.

He took out his silver knife and quickly cut the valerian root.

Throughout this whole process, Harry had been keeping an eye on the progress of the others.

This was an advantage in Potions, but also a disadvantage.

You can clearly see what other students are doing, and sometimes you can get inspiration from other people's handling methods, but more often, you will only be affected by other people's crucible explosion or other sounds, resulting in operational errors .

Harry was deeply touched by this, and Neville's cauldron had exploded more than once.

However, this situation does not seem to appear in the current classroom.

This is also normal.

Students who can enter the NEWT potion improvement class will basically not make such low-level mistakes.

Up to now, with everyone's efforts, the whole classroom has been filled with light blue vapor.

Needless to say, Hermione seemed to be making the most progress. Her potion was already close to that "well-mixed, tea-brown liquid," which the book said was the ideal state for a potion when it was half boiled.

This made Harry a little decadent and a little anxious.

Although he didn't mind Hermione winning the competition, to be honest, he was also very interested in Felix Elixir.

Valerian root is finally done.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief and continued to look at his textbook.

The next step is to deal with the sleepy beans, which need to be sliced.

However, at this moment, Harry felt the previous situation reappeared in his brain.

A sense of coolness flowed through his body, making his whole brain light up.

He quickly grabbed a bunch of sleepy beans, and squeezed them into mud with the side of the silver dagger without hesitation.

This will make it easier for the sleepy beans to juice.

Harry didn't know why he did this, it was obviously different from what was said in the textbook.

But he just did this, because he knew somewhere in the dark that doing so was the best solution.

In this regard, Harry, who had previous experience, chose to follow without hesitation.

And the result is naturally gratifying.

When he put a large amount of juice bursting from Sleepy Beans into the cauldron, the potion immediately turned into the light snow blue color mentioned in the book.

Now his progress has caught up with Hermione who is beside him.

Seeing this, Harry was overjoyed.

He no longer looked at the textbook, but continued to follow his intuition and began to stir the liquid in the crucible.

The effect was immediate, and the potion immediately turned a light pink.

"how did you do it?"

asked Hermione, her face flushed from the heat from her cauldron and her hair growing wilder. Her potion was still purple, and she refused to change it at all.

"Stir clockwise again..."

"No, no, the book says counterclockwise!"

Harry shrugged and continued working on his own potion.

He knew he couldn't convince Hermione.

Stir counterclockwise seven times, clockwise once, stop, then counterclockwise seven times, clockwise once more...

"Okay, it's time...! Please stop stirring!"

After an unknown amount of time, Slughorn's voice suddenly sounded.

After finishing speaking, Ron cursed under his breath.

Harry glanced in his direction, and he could clearly see that the potion in his cauldron looked like asphalt used to build roads, and Harry really didn't understand how he did it.

Slughorn moved slowly between the tables, examining each cauldron in turn.

Most of the time, he would not make any comments, and often just stirred it up casually, or leaned in to smell it.

But when he came to Harry and the others' table, the situation was different.

"Wow! You must be Weasley!"

Slughorn looked at the 'thing' in Ron's cauldron, and couldn't help laughing, "I don't even need to look at your hair, I can tell just by looking at the finished potion. It can be said, Your potion skills are as bad as your father's. Sometimes I really don't understand, how on earth did you manage to do this? If you do any of the steps right, you won't end up like this, right? "

Ron's face was turning red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Slughorn shook his head, and continued to look at Hermione and Ernie's cauldrons.

This time his face looked a lot better, and he nodded approvingly.

And when he saw what was in Harry's cauldron, he had a look of incredible joy on his face.

"The undisputed winner!"

He turned to the students in the classroom and said, "Excellent, excellent, Harry! My God, you obviously inherited your mother's talent, Lily was so ingenious in Potions class back then! Here, take it Go! I mean what I say, I will give you a bottle of Felix Elixir, make good use of it!"

Slughorn pushed a vial of golden liquid into Harry's hand.

At this moment, all eyes in the classroom fell on Harry.

Their eyes are either angry, or jealous and envious.

This feeling of being watched would definitely make Harry feel sincerely happy if he put it in the usual way.

But at this moment, his mood is extremely complicated.

Because, Professor Slughorn, had just mentioned his mother.

It was only then that he remembered that his mother seemed to have studied in Professor Slughorn's class.

In other words, if I asked in the past, I should be able to learn a lot about my mother's previous school days, right?

As soon as this idea appeared, Harry felt a little overwhelmed.

Unfortunately, get out of class time has come.

Slughorn didn't have the habit of procrastinating. After saying goodbye to the students, he quickly disappeared into the classroom with the cauldrons in his arms.

And the next moment, Ron's big head moved over.

"how did you do it?"

Ron said loudly, completely dumbfounded.

"I don't know." Harry looked at his hands blankly. He couldn't believe that the potion just now was made by himself. "Maybe it's luck?"

"Luck? Do you think it's possible?"

said Hermione sharply.

She flushed a little, and Harry understood her perfectly.

Hermione may not care about a mere bottle of Felicia, but what she can't accept the most is that she studies so hard, but in the end she can't perform as well as a guy like Harry who is idle all day long.

"But...but that's the way it is."

Harry followed Ron and Hermione as he walked towards the auditorium and said, "I really don't know what's going on. Those knowledge and practices seem to have been engraved in my mind. I was at that moment , I suddenly remembered what to do. Then, I succeeded."

"Don't lie to me Harry, you must have received some other help. I noticed that a large part of the potion making methods you use are different from those taught in the textbook!" Hermione said firmly Said, "Let me guess, Sirius must have given you extra lessons during the holidays, right?"

"What are you talking about? Sirius' Potions grades are worse than mine, and he hasn't even taken NEWT's potions improvement class?"

"Then how do you explain everything just now?"

Harry was speechless for a moment.

He was clearly telling the truth, but Hermione obviously didn't believe it right now.

"Stop arguing, I said, you two are about the same."

Ron said with piercing eyes, "If you want me to say, it must be that Harry himself has an extraordinary potion talent! It's just that the previous Potions professor was Snape, so that's why he couldn't show it. Now, we changed A professor of Potions, Harry's talent will naturally be activated!"

As soon as these words came out, Harry and Hermione turned their heads to look at Ron at the same time.

Harry felt that his face must be very red now.

What Ron said was a little outrageous.

But subconsciously, he felt that what Ron said was probably the truth.

This made him couldn't help being a little excited.

On the other side, Hermione just sneered disdainfully, and then ran back to the dormitory without looking back.

Harry wanted to go up and continue explaining, but was pulled back by Ron all of a sudden.

His eyes were a little bright, and he said excitedly:

"Harry, don't worry about Hermione, she'll get better with her temper. As for now, you'd better take out the Felicity Potion and let me see it!"

It was said that Harry was a little embarrassed, but in the end, he still complied with Ron's request.

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