Just as Harry was thinking.

All eyes in the potions classroom were focused on him.

The Slytherins in the distance were looking at Harry's dull eyes and couldn't help but snicker.

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

On the other hand, Hermione, Ron and the others were sweating in a hurry.

Don't they know Harry yet?

This kind of question is 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 heard a trance-like, dream-like voice slowly saying:

"It's a love potion."

"That's good. It doesn't seem like there's any need to ask," Slughorn said with a "surely so" look on his face. "I'm sure you know what it's for?"

Harry heard the words and continued without stopping:

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

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

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

"Clap clap clap-"

Slughorn couldn't bear it any longer, and began to clapp his hands excitedly, "You're so helpful, Harry! So what about this? You know what?"

Slughorn spoke, and then pointed to the small cauldron on the podium.

The potion in the small cauldron splashed cheerfully, its color was like molten gold, and big drops of liquid jumped on the surface, like goldfish, but not a single drop spilled out.

Slughorn had a strange expression on his face.

It was like a naughty child who was holding a new thing that was just discovered today in front of other friends, waiting for the others to ask curious questions, and finally he jumped out to answer and received a lot of praise.

But Harry didn't get used to him.

Harry's eyes were tightly locked on the liquid in the cauldron, and he said again with scattered eyes:

"Fu Lingjian! A potion that is extremely difficult to brew and has a very low success rate. As opposed to its difficulty in brewing, once you drink the finished blessing potion, you can become lucky. During the duration of the effect, you will find that whatever you do will be successful.”

"20 points for Gryffindor!"

Slughorn almost screamed.

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

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

At Slughorn's call, Harry sat down again.

It was only at this moment that his head recovered a little.

However, it made him feel more uncomfortable.

After all, although his consciousness was a little dazed before, his brain was infinitely more sensitive.

In that state, he had a hunch that no matter how difficult the question Slughorn asked, as long as he had studied it, he could find the answer from deep memory and say it.

That kind of clear-headed, quick-witted feeling is really refreshing.

As for comparison, after retreating from that state, Harry felt like a chunk of his brain had been dug out of thin air.

"Harry, how did you do it!?"

Hermione suddenly reached out and grabbed his arm.

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

Harry was already very annoyed by the changes in his brain, and when he heard the words, he struggled to get rid of Hermione's hand and said:

"I don't know either, I just... I just remembered it all of a sudden, and then I said..."

Hermione was obviously dissatisfied when she heard the words, and wanted to keep asking.

Ron next to him laughed loudly and said:

"What's this? I want to know more than how Harry knew that knowledge, what would happen to that euphoria, the luck potion, if you drink it continuously? Also, it must be expensive. Bar?"

"Overdose can lead to dizziness, recklessness, and dangerous hubris," 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 occasionally Take a little, sparingly...

As for the price you said, er, let me tell you that.

Just the Fuling Elixir in the cauldron on the podium can probably be replaced by ten Firebolts. "

As soon as these words came out, Ron took a deep breath.

As a Quidditch fanatic, he is well aware of the price of Firebolts.

The professional reproduction version of this professional player's broomstick is also priced at least 5,000 gold Galleons.

In other words, there are 50,000 gold Galleons hidden in the crucible on the podium?

This is too outrageous!

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

Slughorn's voice sounded again, he walked up to Ernie and said, "Son, what's your name?"

"Ernie McMillan," Ernie said, smiling as he got up, "it's not really a big deal, I can tell it's all because of Link. You may not know, Link has been with him since a long time ago. Equipped with Flux. Sometimes we will have some small games in the lounge about learning or wizard chess, and the prize is the Flux sponsored by Link!"

Having said that, Ernie also pulled out a teardrop-shaped potion bottle from his neck, which was dressed up as a pendant.

And inside the potion bottle, there was a golden liquid flowing like the crucible of the podium.

"Oh-"

Ron roared excitedly.

He really didn't expect that Ernie, this guy, actually has a blessing potion hidden on his body!

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

After a while, he said with admiration:

"It's indeed a Fuling Elixir, and it's a very high-quality one! This is what Link rewarded you with? Your relationship must be very good, right?"

"Of course! This is the elixirs that Link made himself! As for our relationship, huh, I can only say this, Link is the person I respect the most in my life! I'm willing to die for him!"

Ernie said decisively.

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

As usual, this kind of mid-2nd speech would definitely be ruthlessly ridiculed by everyone.

The Slytherins would laugh from ear to ear, even if they themselves were second graders.

But at this moment, everyone instinctively kept quiet.

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

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

Even the bravest people would not dare to laugh at these people.

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

The kind that never die.

"Cough cough—"

Sensing the weird atmosphere in the classroom, Slughorn coughed twice, "Okay kids, I know you're very envious. But don't have to, because I'll take this as the prize for this class! "

As Slughorn spoke, he placed a small vial of Flux on the table.

"To bring twelve hours of good luck. From dawn to dusk, whatever you do will be auspicious. However, I must remind you that the use of Flux is prohibited in organized competitions, and, Flux is not a panacea, you can't expect him to help you with everything. Excessive consumption of Flux or year-round consumption of Flux will not only cause the side effects that Ernie mentioned, but also permanently lower your luck. But it's terrifying!"

"So," said Slughorn, suddenly refreshed again, "how do I win this wonderful prize of mine? Well, please turn to page ten of Advanced Potions Making. We There's just over an hour left, and you're going to use that time to make a good decoction of living hell. I know it's more complicated than anything you've done before, and I don't expect anyone to make a perfect decoction . However, whoever does it best will win the vial of Flux. Well, let's go!"

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

Everyone pulled the crucible in front of them, and then there was the sound of banging the weights on the balance, but no one spoke, and the students' high concentration was within reach.

Harry saw Malfoy frantically flipping through his book of Advanced Potions Making.

Malfoy obviously wanted that lucky day, his anxious eyes were already flushed, and he didn't see the look of weakness before.

'I have to cheer up too. ’

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

Ron, who was beside him, did not choose to read the same book with him, but picked up "Advanced Potions Making", which was passed down from his brother, Charlie, and kept flipping through it.

Probably trying to find some unique experience and inspiration from Charlie's notes.

This made Harry both angry and funny.

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

He quickly started to process the material in front of him according to the method in the book.

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

Throughout this entire process, Harry has been monitoring the progress of the others.

This is an advantage of potions class, 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, it will only be affected by other people's crucible explosion or other sounds, resulting in operational errors .

In this regard Harry felt deeply, Neville's cauldron exploded more than once.

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

This is also normal.

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

Up to now, thanks to everyone's efforts, the entire 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 says is the ideal state when the potion is half boiled.

This made Harry a little decadent and anxious.

Although he didn't mind Hermione winning this competition, to be honest, he was also very interested in Flux.

Valerian root has finally been processed.

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

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

However, at this moment, Harry felt that the previous situation appeared in his brain again.

A cool feeling flowed through his body, making his entire brain light up.

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

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 that's what he did, because he knew that this was the best solution.

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

And the results are naturally gratifying.

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

Now his progress has caught up with Hermione beside him.

Seeing this, Harry was overjoyed.

He stopped reading 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 pale pink.

"how did you do it?"

asked Hermione, her face flushed from the heat from her cauldron and her hair getting messy. Her potion was still purple, and she would not change it at all.

"Stir clockwise again..."

"No, no, the book says counterclockwise!"

Harry shrugged and continued with his own potion.

He knew he couldn't convince Hermione.

Stir counterclockwise for seven times, clockwise for a while, stop for a while, then counterclockwise for seven times, and clockwise for a while...

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

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

After he finished speaking, Ron cursed in a low voice.

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

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

Most of the time, he doesn't make any comments. He usually just stirs it or leans in to smell it.

But when he came to the table of Harry and the others, 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 have to look at your hair, just look at your finished potion. Suffice to say, Your potion skills are as bad as your father's. Sometimes I really don't understand, how on earth are you able to do this? If you do any step right, you won't become 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 cauldron.

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

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

"The undisputed winner!"

He turned to his classmates in the classroom and said, "Excellent, amazing, Harry! God, you obviously inherited your mother's talent, Lily was so ingenious in Potions class! Here, take it. Come on! I'll give you a bottle of Fuling, make good use of it!"

A vial of golden liquid was stuffed into Harry's hand by Slughorn.

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

Their eyes are either angry, or jealous and envious.

This kind of high-profile feeling, if you put it in the usual way, will definitely make Harry feel heartfelt joy.

But at this moment, his mood is extremely complicated.

Because, Professor Slughorn, just mentioned his mother.

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

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

As soon as this idea appeared, Harry was a little bit worried about An Nai.

Unfortunately, the 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.

The next moment, Ron's big head came together.

"how did you do it?"

Ron said loudly, looking completely dumbfounded.

"I don't know either." Harry looked at his hands with a dull expression on his face. He couldn't believe that the pot of potion just now was made by himself. "Maybe it's luck?"

"Luck? Do you think this is possible?"

said Hermione sharply.

Her face flushed a little, and Harry understood her very well.

Hermione may not care about a mere bottle of Flux, but the most unacceptable thing for her is that she has studied so hard, but in the end, she is not as good as a guy like Harry who is idle all day.

"But...but that's the truth."

Harry followed Ron and Hermione as they walked into the auditorium and said, "I really don't know what's going on, that knowledge and practice, it's like it's been etched in my mind. I was in that moment. , I suddenly remembered what to do. Then, I succeeded."

"Don't lie to me Harry, you must have gotten some other help. I noticed that the potion making method you use is very different from what is taught in the textbook!" Hermione was determined. Said, "Let me guess, Sirius must have made up for you during the holidays, right?"

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

"Then how do you explain everything just now?"

Harry was speechless for a moment.

What he said was clearly the truth, but Hermione obviously didn't believe it right now.

"Stop arguing, I said, the two of you are almost there."

Ron said with bright eyes, "If I say, this must be Harry's own extraordinary talent for potions! It's just that the previous potions professor was Snape, so he didn't show it. Now, we changed it. A potions professor, Harry's talent is naturally activated!"

As soon as these words came out, Harry and Hermione turned to look at Ron.

Harry felt that his face must be very red now.

Ron said something outrageous about him.

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

This made him a little excited again.

On the other hand, Hermione just sneered disdainfully and ran back to the bedroom without looking back.

Harry wanted to go up to continue explaining, but was pulled back by Ron.

His eyes lit up a little, and he said excitedly:

"Harry, don't worry about Hermione, she's got that kind of temper, you'll be fine if you let her go for a while. As for now, you'd better take out the Flux and let me see it!"

Hearing this, Harry was a little embarrassed, but in the end, he still complied with Ron's request.

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