Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

"Mr. Slughorn, that's a compound decoction. The most notable feature is...because some liquid grasses are added, and the characteristics of water flow are in line with the characteristics of transformation." He slightly expanded the properties of some medicinal materials

Hermione raised her head slightly, then began to write and draw on her potions book, taking notes.

"Not bad!" Slughorn applauded.

Pansy suddenly smelled a combination of parchment, shattered crystals, dried leaves and books.

"What about in this cauldron? Who can answer?"

Slughorn pointed to the cauldron next to Slytherin. The potion in the cauldron was being quietly stored in it, and the crystal clear liquid showed a mother-of-pearl luster, which made people feel like they were being watched. Rejoice.

The spiral gas is slowly rising, and the gas in it makes people feel happy when they smell it.

The smell Pansy had just smelled came from this cauldron.

"It's a love potion!"

Pansy spoke first, and she stood up immediately.

"Oh, can you introduce me?" Slughorn asked playfully.

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

"Interesting, the students in this class are better than I thought." Slughorn praised.

Many students looked at the potion in the cauldron in shock. The slowly rising gas seemed to have some magic power.

"Of course, this is a false sense of infatuation, and you can't get true love." Pansy then added in a low voice, tilting her head and peeking at Malfoy.

He is now in that sleepy appearance, half-squinting his eyes, as if he never wakes up, his left hand against his chin, trying his best to keep himself from falling on the desk

Pansy made up her mind to ask him after class.

"Yes, I'm glad you got that realization," said Slughorn, spreading his hands.

"Potions don't solve everything. Emotions are an area that we can't easily touch and manipulate."

Ecstasy doesn't really create love.

Love cannot be made or imitated. No, this potion will only lead to a strong infatuation or infatuation. This is probably the most dangerous and powerful potion in this classroom - yes, that's right

"You seem to know a lot about this potion? Miss Parkinson." Slughorn looked at his student with interest.

"Of course, my configuration..." Pansy said, aware that something was wrong, then turned his head to the side, and said, "I read it in a book!"

"Um..." Slughorn nodded in agreement.

"Sit down, please," he said, holding out his hand.

Pansy sat back in his seat.

He buried his head shyly again, and the blush climbed to the temples on both sides of his ears.

Apparently it was some unpleasant memory.

"You remember this quite firmly." Malfoy opened his eyes suddenly and joked.

When it comes to the degree of Ecstasy's solution, he doesn't necessarily know Pansy.

"Of course." Pan Xi subconsciously admitted, and then suddenly realized something, a few red clouds flew quickly on his face, and soon the whole person was almost buried under the table.

The potion in the small cauldron splashed merrily, the color of which was like molten gold, and large drops of liquid jumped on the surface, like goldfish, but not a single drop spilled outside.

Everyone showed great interest in the potion because it smelled pleasant

"Looks like it's up to Miss Granger to answer this time."

"It's a lucky potion."

"I guess you."

"Oh? What's your name? Again, I may be a little forgetful." Slughorn lengthened.

"Hermione. Granger, sir," Hermione replied politely.

"Granger? Granger? Are you related to Hertok, founder of the Society of Extraordinary Apothecaries. Dagworth-Granger?"

"No, it shouldn't be, sir. I'm Muggle-born, and my parents are ordinary dentists," Hermione said politely.

"That's even more powerful. Without the subtle influence of hearing and seeing, it would be so good."

"Family background can change people's fortunes, but it's not everything."

Slughorn didn't say anything else because of Hermione's origins, "And you remind me of someone." He gave Harry Potter an imperceptible look at this moment.

It showed a little nostalgic look, and then quickly disappeared.

"Maybe after drinking it and then confessing, it will be successful." Pansy's eyes were shining, and she stared at the golden potion without blinking.

The lucky potion turned the corner and was used as a love potion.

It's a strange little potion—the Flux," Slughorn said, "and it's very complicated to brew, and if you get it wrong, the consequences can be disastrous. However, if cooked the right way, like in this cauldron, you'll find that whatever you do will succeed...at least until the potion wears off. "

"Then why don't people drink it all day, sir?" one student asked.

"The world is fair, and overdose can lead to vertigo, recklessness and dangerous hubris."

"But it's good to enjoy some of the gifts from life occasionally. I don't deny this. For example, taking a little occasionally cautiously and in moderation..."

"Have you ever had a drink?" a student asked with great interest.

I've taken it twice in my life," Slughorn said, "once at twenty-four and once at fifty-seven. Take two scoops with breakfast. Those two days were perfect. "

He stared dazedly into the distance. All the students felt that whether he was acting or not, the effect was very attractive.

"Well," Slughorn said, seeming to return to reality, "I'll be the prize for this class."

The classroom was silent, and every sound of bubbling and boiling around the potions seemed to be amplified tenfold.

"Small vial of Flux," Slughorn took a small cork bottle from his pocket and showed it to the class, "can bring twelve hours of good luck. From dawn to dusk, no matter what you do, auspicious stars will shine brightly.

"However, I must remind you that the use of Fluoxins is prohibited in organized competitions...such as sports competitions, exams or elections. Therefore, those who get the prize can only use it on ordinary days...and wait. See how unusual that ordinary day becomes!

"So," said Slughorn, suddenly refreshed, "how do I win this wonderful prize? Well, please turn to page ten of Advanced Potions Making. We have one more How many hours you spend making 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, The person who does the best will win the vial of Flux. Well, let's go!"

There was only a harsh scratching sound, 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 almost within reach. .

"Draco, don't you want it?" Pansy hurriedly raised some herbs, added them to his cauldron, and actively began to brew the potion that Slughorn said.

"I'm not interested." Malfoy shrugged, he still had a lot of phlegm, he just patiently waited for the best time to use it.

When he threw in the herbal medicine, his hand trembled slightly, and the light snow cyan in the crucible immediately turned into a rich purple. He tried his best to maintain an ordinary level.

"Time's up!" After waiting for a while, Slughorn stepped off the podium and began to patrol.

Without the help of the Half-Blood Prince, it doesn't look like Harry has inherited his mother's talent.

The cauldron in front of him was dark and horrific, and Slughorn smiled awkwardly as he passed in front of him.

There was a pot of boiling mud in front of Ron's eyes.

But when passing by Hermione, looking at the pot of light-colored potion that was as calm as lake water, he nodded approvingly.

"The winner this time is Miss Granger, I wish you the right use of it and a good enough day."

"The world still lacks true genius." He muttered softly.

"But step by step is also an ability, a well-deserved winner." He praised.

Because in comparison, Hermione's potions were the best in the class.