Harry Potter and the Legend of the Temple

"Why don't you dare?"

McIlwell said mockingly as he stood up from his position. If you think that second-year students can prepare potions, you are just digging your own grave.

"McWill, have you had enough trouble!" Qiu Zhang could not stand it anymore. Although McWill was hateful, he had four years of magic learning reserves. In terms of experience in potion preparation, Louis was at the top Downwind.

This approach is obviously bullying.

"This is something he asked for on his own. He can't blame me, Qiu." McWill spread his hands. Qiu Zhang's beauty is recognized by the entire Hogwarts. He has countless suitors behind him, and McWill is one of them. . Therefore, in his tone towards Qiu Zhang, he was obviously much more polite.

Qiu Zhang wanted to say something more, but was given a gesture by Lewis on the side. She looked at Louis on the podium with confusion, wondering where this guy got the confidence to deal with a fourth-year Slytherin.

What's even more terrible is that Mike Will is known as the little prince of potions, and he is definitely the number one person in the fourth grade in terms of potion preparation.

"Very good, in that case, I think I can naturally let you do it." Lewis took his time and drew the chalk on the blackboard, "Shrinking Potion, I think you have already learned this potion in the third grade. But, it shouldn’t be a problem to prepare it.”

"And I, even a second-year student, have never systematically learned how to prepare this kind of potion. So at this point, I naturally want to make it easier for you."

Before taking the class, Louis got to know the students, especially McIver. Although he has a solid foundation in potions, he is impatient and has a high chance of failure in refining high-level potions.

He placed the cauldron in the center of the classroom, then waved his wand, and the tables moved to both sides, leaving only two tables for the competition.

The students from those colleges stepped aside. Qiu didn't understand what he was doing. He was clearly holding Dumbledore's Sword of Shangfang, but he wanted to go another way.

"Is he crazy?" Qiu's little girlfriend Etta Aikemo whispered next to her. She shook her head. She didn't believe that Louis would be a reckless person.

Looking at Louis' increasingly calm eyes, she began to look forward to the direction of the game.

"You don't need the help of teaching materials?" McWill couldn't help but feel a little angry when he saw that his opponent had nothing in his hands, but his calm demeanor.

"Textbooks will only limit your thinking." Louis pulled out the wand and ignited the flame at the bottom. "There is more than one way to success."

McWill was stunned, and saw Louis putting the medicinal ingredients into the cauldron one by one, turning on the fire, chopping, adding the medicine, and stirring all at once. His hand speed was so fast that it was dizzying.

"What kind of trick is he doing? Is he crazy?"

Qiu Zhang had never seen anyone mixing potions like this. He saw Lewis put all the required ingredients in at once and kept stirring them in the pot.

The students around him kept talking, obviously shocked by Lewis's method.

"McVell is going to succeed." The student in the direction of Slytherin whispered, and McVell slowly put the last leech liquid into the cauldron.

Waiting for the liquid to finally take shape, McWill held his breath. This last step is often the most likely to fail.

But Lady Luck didn't seem to be on his side. The moment he stopped his hand, the color of the liquid didn't seem to develop in the direction described in the book.

The Slytherin people couldn't help but sigh. It failed after all. Perhaps too much leech liquid was added in the end. But if McIlwell can't make it, maybe Lewis can't.

All the eyes of the other students in the classroom were focused on Louis. He was still calm and unhurried, stirring the liquid skillfully with his left hand, and the entire solution gradually took on a cyan appearance.

Louis clapped his hands, he put the completed potion in a glass vial, and tested it with a toad he caught on the road. (At this time, Neville is looking around the school for his Leif.)

The students all watched nervously. Louis dropped the potion into the toad's mouth. In an instant, the toad trembled three times and shrank into a mini form.

"success."

Lewis was still confident about the simple configuration of the shrinking potion. The reason why he used all the medicinal ingredients together was to create a visual impact on the audience.

McIlwell had nothing to say. Although he was a playboy from a pure-blood family, he was not as arrogant and unreasonable as the Malfoy brat. He nodded at Louis, indicating that he had recognized his existence.

For the rest of the class, the two fourth-year students in the university were extremely quiet, and no one stood up to question him.

Lewis is not good at lectures, but he would like to say that he has made great efforts in making practical skills easy to understand.

Louis' first potion class passed quickly, but the students from the two major colleges looked like they were still unsatisfied, making Louis a little bit dumbfounded.

Perhaps because of his background as a student, he understands what this course requires students to know. Unlike Snape, who kept a straight face every day.

"So you have such profound insights into potions."

After the get out of class bell rang, Qiu Zhang deliberately delayed being the last one to leave. She looked up at Lewis with a sweet smile.

"Yeah, maybe you're interested in this thing." Louis spread his hands. Fortunately, the first class was lucky for him, "Thank you today for helping me solve my problem."

"Thank me for what I did. Even without me, you can treat McWill well." She stuffed the potion textbook into her backpack, and then shook her long hair.

"Then if I have any questions about potions that I don't understand, I can come to you and ask you?"

"Of course." Louis seemed to be an extremely gentleman. He couldn't refuse a beautiful woman's request, "However, I can't guarantee that I can answer it."

In Lewis's view, Qiu Zhang's grades are naturally not bad. He has good grades, can play Quidditch, and has extremely good looks. This is already a rare thing in Hogwarts.

Qiu Zhang smiled at him, then put on her schoolbag and went to the door to find her little sister.

Looking at Qiu Zhang's back, Louis frowned. He didn't know what Qiu Zhang's purpose was for approaching him, but now he didn't seem to be malicious.

As long as it doesn't hurt the people around him, he doesn't mind having one more friend.

After coming out of the dungeon, Louis breathed fresh air all over his body. The airless room in the dungeon that was full of medicinal smell made him very uncomfortable.

But just after a few minutes of basking in the sun, Colin Creevey ran to him panting.

"Finally found you, Louis, something happened in Gryffindor Tower."

"What's wrong?" Louis asked strangely.

"It seems that someone has tampered with it. The entire dormitory building has been turned upside down, and clothes are flying everywhere. Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall have already rushed over."

After hearing what Colin said, Louis' face darkened, but he didn't expect that thefts would occur in Hogwarts, which has the best security measures.

So what is that person looking for in the dormitory?