Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

"Mr. Slughorn, it is a compound decoction. The most notable feature is...because of the addition of some liquid grass, 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, and then began to write and draw on her potions book, taking notes

"Not bad!" Slughorn applauded.

Pansy suddenly smelled a mixture of parchment paper, broken crystals, dry leaves and books.

"What about this crucible? Who can answer?"

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

The spiral gas rose slowly, and the gas in it made people feel happy when they smelled it.

The smell Pansy just smelled came from this crucible.

"It's an ecstasy!"

Pansy said first, and she immediately stood up.

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

"This is the most effective love potion in the world."

"Interesting, the students in this class are more excellent than I expected." Slughorn praised him.

Many students looked at the potion in the cauldron in shock, the slowly rising gas seemed to have some magical 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 his head and peeking at Malfoy secretly.

He is now in that sleepy look, half-squinted, as if he is always awake, with his left hand against his chin, trying to keep himself from falling on the desk

Pansy made up his mind to ask him after class.

"Yes, I'm very happy that you know this." Slughorn started to say.

"The potion cannot solve all problems. Emotion is an area that we cannot easily step into and manipulate."

Emotional agents cannot really create emotions.Love cannot be made or imitated.No, this medicine will only cause intense obsession or obsession.This is probably the most dangerous and powerful medicine in this classroom-yes, that's right

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

"Of course, I configure..." Pansy said as he noticed something was wrong, then turned his head aside, and said, "I've read it in a book!"

"Hmm..." Slughorn nodded in agreement.

"Please sit down," he stretched out his hand and said

Pansy returned to his position.

He lowered his head a little shyly, and flushed to the temples on both sides of his ears.

Obviously, I remembered some unpleasant memories.

"You remember this very firmly." Malfoy suddenly opened his eyes and teased.

When it comes to the degree of ecstasy, he may not know Pansy.

"Of course." Pansy admitted subconsciously, and then 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 that small cauldron was splashing happily, its color was like molten gold, big drops of liquid jumping on the surface, like goldfish, but not a single drop spilled outside.

Everyone showed great interest in this potion because it smelled pleasant

"It seems that Miss Granger still has to answer this time."

"This is a lucky potion."

"I guess you."

"Oh? What's your name? Say it again, I might be a little forgetful." Slughorn stretched the ending.

"Hermione. Granger, sir." Hermione answered politely.

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

"No, it should not be, sir. I'm from Muggle and my parents are just ordinary dentists." Hermione said politely.

"That's even more powerful, without the subtle influence of the ears and eyes, it would be so good."

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

Slughorn didn't say anything else because of Hermione's birth. "And you reminded me of someone." At this moment, he glanced at Harry Potter insignificantly.

There was a look of nostalgia, and then disappeared quickly.

"Maybe if you drink it and then confess, you will succeed." Pansy's eyes were bright, staring at the golden potion without blinking.

Lucky potion turned the corner and was used as a love potion.

This is a peculiar little potion-a blessing potion," Slughorn said. "It is very complicated to make it, and if you make a mistake, the consequences will be disastrous.However, if you boil the method, like the one in this cauldron, you will find that no matter what you do, you will succeed...at least before the effect of the medicine disappears."

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

"The world is fair. If you overdose, it will lead to dizziness, recklessness and dangerous arrogance."

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

"Then have you ever had it?" a student asked very interested.

I have taken it twice in my life," Slughorn said, "one time when I was twenty-four years old and one time when I was 57 years old.I took two scoops at breakfast.Those two days were really perfect."

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

"Well," Slughorn said, seemingly returning to reality, "I will be the prize for this class."

The classroom was silent, and every bubbling and boiling sound of the medicines around seemed to be amplified ten times.

"A small bottle of blessing," Slughorn took out a cork-filled small glass bottle from his pocket and held it to the class, "it can bring twelve hours of good luck. From From dawn to dusk, whatever you do will be auspicious.

"However, I must remind you that the use of elixir is prohibited in organized competitions...such as sports competitions, examinations or campaigns. Therefore, those who have won prizes can only use them on normal days...and then wait. See how unusual that ordinary day will become!

"Then," Slughorn said, suddenly getting excited, "How can I win this wonderful prize of mine? Okay, please turn to page ten of Advanced Potions. We have one more After a few hours, you will use this time to make a good decoction of living hell. I know that this is more complicated than anything you have made before, and I don’t expect someone to make a perfect decoction. However, The one who does the best will win the small bottle of blessing. Okay, let's start!

There was only a harsh scratching sound, everyone pulled the crucible in front of them, and then the sound of putting weights on the balance, but no one spoke, the students’ highly concentrated attention was 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 Slughorn had said.

"I'm not interested." Malfoy shrugged. He still had a lot of blessings, but he just endured it, waiting for the best time to use it.

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

"Time is up!" After a period of waiting, Slughorn stepped off the podium and started patrolling.

Without the help of the Half-Blood Prince, it seemed that Harry had not inherited his mother's talent.

The crucible in front of him was black and horrible, and Slughorn smiled awkwardly as he passed by.

Ron saw a pot of boiling mud.

But as she passed by Hermione, she nodded approvingly while looking at the pot of light-colored potion that was as calm as lake water.

"The winner this time is Miss Granger. I wish you a good enough day to use it appropriately."

"This 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 medicine is the best in the class.