HP Magic Biography

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In fact, Harry, Ron, and Hermione and Van Lin spent the entire break speculating on what Dumbledore was going to teach Harry, and why he brought Van Lin.

Ron thought it was most likely a large curse that none of the Death Eaters knew about.

While Hermione said such things were illegal, she felt it was more likely that Dumbledore wanted to teach Harry advanced defensive magic.

However, based on Dumbledore's attitude towards magic, it is difficult to say whether Dumbledore really cares about the difference in magic.

Overall, that's pretty useful magic.

In fact, this is also in line with Fan Lin's consistent positioning of magic, or, Dumbledore's teaching will use different teaching methods?

After the break, Hermione went to the arithmetic divination, and Fan Lin continued to study the difficult problem given by Fred.

For example, the enhancement of the Iron Armor Curse?

In terms of portability and adaptability, it is difficult to find materials that can carry powerful spells for current magic materials. It is impossible for current wizards to wear a pair of heavy armor wherever they go, right?

Think about it, in this time period, this is absolutely not advisable, whether in wizarding society or Muggle society, except for those role players, only lunatics would do this.

And then there is the prevention of the Avada Kedavra Curse. Obviously, when a wizard is not strong enough to resist with his own magic power, relying on the power of life is a good choice, but the worst thing is that it cannot always be let Everyone keeps a phoenix by their side.

As for Harry and Ron, they returned to the common room and reluctantly started doing Snape's homework.

The assignments turned out to be very complex, and weren't completed until Hermione rejoined them during the post-lunch break (although her presence sped up the assignments considerably).

When the bell for the two potions classes in the afternoon rang, they had just finished, and Fan Lin reluctantly looked up from a lot of strange equipment. The potions class itself was not his choice, but it was terrible. Surprisingly, Professor McGonagall apparently helped him decide what he needed. So they walked down the familiar path to the underground classroom, which belonged to Snape for such a long period of time in the past, but now, this basement has changed its owner.

When they got to the hallway, they found that only thirteen people had entered the n.e.w.t level.

People like Carla and Goyle obviously didn't get enough o.w.l.s, but four Slytherins passed, including Malfoy.

There were four Ravenclaws, two Hufflepuffs, Ernie MacMillan and Susan Bonn.

It is worth mentioning that both of them are members of d.a, as for Susan, it is a little transparent, and Ernie is somewhat impressive.

Of course, this is not a good thing, Ernie is okay, but sometimes it is too ostentatious.

Hey guys, Ernie said ostentatiously, and Ernie held out his hand first when a few of them walked up, Didn't get a chance to talk to you in Defense Against the Dark Arts class this morning. Good class, I think, of course, that the Iron Armor Charm is too old fashioned for us d.a... recidivists... How are you, Ron?

Uh... Obviously, Ernie embarrassed Ron a little bit. Among these people, it seemed that no one would be embarrassed by the spell lessons, and Ernie asked Ron, which made Ron feel a little... a little uncomfortable Satisfied.

It's okay... Ron opened his mouth in embarrassment. Fortunately, before Ron could think of what to say next, the door of the dungeon opened, and Slughorn's big belly popped out first.

As they entered the classroom one by one, he greeted Harry and Zabini with particular enthusiasm, his walrus mustache arcing over a smiling mouth.

Strangely enough, the underground classroom was already filled with various vapors and strange smells.

Fan Lin sniffed the huge bubbling cauldron with interest. He was convinced of Slughorn's level of potion. Naturally, he had no doubts about what potion Slughorn would come up with to explain. Having certain expectations will at least not make yourself more boring.

The four Slytherins shared a table, as did the four Ravenclaws.

Fan Lin and the others used one, and Ernie and Susan also joined in. They sat down at the table closest to a golden cauldron that gave off one of the most alluring scents Van Lin had ever smelled: somehow it reminded him of treacle tartlets, cream The sweetness of the cake, and some sort of... um, scent about Hermione?

He found himself taking slow, deep breaths, the smell of the potion filling him like a drink. A great sense of satisfaction gradually spread.

Fan Lin smiled at Hermione, hoping the girl would respond, but unfortunately, he doesn't have any smell on him, or in other words, in Hermione's senses, there is obviously no place for him in smell...

Now, now, now, said Slughorn's fat silhouette swaying slightly in many shining vapors. Get out the scales, everyone, and the potion kit, don't forget your Advanced Potion Preparation...

Professor? Harry held up his hand.

Harry, good boy?

I don't have books, or scales, or anything - and neither do Ron and Valin - we don't know how to get in to know -

Ah, yes, Professor McGonagall did mention... don't worry, my dear boy, you don't have to worry at all. You can use the ingredients in the cupboard today, and I'm sure we can borrow you some scales, we still have some I have stored a few old books, use them before you write to Lihen Bookstore...

Slughorn strode to a cupboard in the corner, rummaged for a while, and found three dilapidated copies of Preparation of Advanced Potions by Lebesius Polridge, and then linked two sets of The tarnished scales were given to Harry and Ron together.

Fortunately, because of the needs of alchemy, Fan Lin prepared a lot of equipment. At least not with those scales that go bad.

So... now, Slughorn returned to the front of the classroom, puffing out his already bulging chest, and the buttons on his vest looked like they were in danger of flying out. I prepared some potions for you to see, just out of interest, and you know. These should be able to be made after you have completed n.e.w.t courses. You should have heard of them, even if you can't make them now. Can anyone tell me what is this?

He pointed to the cauldron closest to the Slytherin table. Fan Lin slightly sat up from his seat, and saw that the liquid inside was like boiling pure water.

Hermione deftly raised her hand before the others; Slughorn pointed at her.

That's Veritaserum, a colorless, odorless potion that compels those who drink it to tell the truth, said Hermione.

Very well, very well! said Slughorn cheerfully. Now, he continued, pointing to the cauldron closest to the Ravenclaw table, this one is very famous...it was also mentioned in the Ministry of Magic pamphlet recently...who can—

Hermione's hand was the first to go up again. It's Polyjuice Potion, Professor, she said.

Harry also recognized the slowly bubbling, mud-like thing in the second cauldron, though he wasn't surprised that Hermione earned points for getting the question right; Made it successfully in grade.

Great, great! Now, this one here... yes, dear? Hermione's hand went up again, and Slughorn looked confused. It's Amodine!

Indeed. It seems silly to ask, said Slughorn, looking strongly impressed. I suppose you know what it's for, too?

It's the most potent love potion in the world! replied Hermione.

Exactly! I suppose you recognized it from its distinctive mother-of-pearl sheen?

And its characteristic spiraling steam, Hermione replied enthusiastically. Also, everyone smells it differently. It has to do with what attracts us. I can smell freshly cut grass, fresh Parchment and-

Hermione didn't finish her sentence, her face blushed, and she glanced to the side secretly, but then the girl straightened her body.

It's a pity that all Fan Lin's attention is now on that old textbook.

If Fan Lin's guess is correct, this dog-like doodle textbook should be the half-blood prince's notes?

It was supposed to be in Harry's hands, but maybe Harry didn't like the book very much.

Either way, these potion changes seem worth a try, if successful...

May I know your name, dear? Slughorn ignored Hermione's embarrassment.

Hermione Granger, Professor.

Granger? Granger? Are you possibly related to that Hector Davos-Granger who founded the Most Extraordinary Apothecary Association?

No, I don't think so, Professor. I'm Muggle-born, you know.

Harry saw Malfoy whispering something in Nott's ear; both of them were secretly laughing. But Slughorn wasn't depressed; instead, he smiled and looked over at Harry, who was sitting next to Hermione.

Oh! 'My two best friends are both Muggle-born, and they're the best of our class!' I guess that's one of the friends you're talking about, Harry?

Yes, Professor, said Harry.

Well, well, you've got twenty points for Gryffindor, Miss Granger, said Slughorn kindly.

Malfoy's expression was the same as when he'd been hit in the nose by Hermione in the past. Hermione turned to Harry beaming and whispered, You really told him I was the best in the year? Oh, Harry!

Oh, of course, you still have Fan Lin, although he may...

What are you doing? Hermione asked quietly.

Study... Fan Lin put away the book, and then leaned over, I really want to know what you didn't finish just now...

Shut up and listen to the class! Hermione blushed a little, and then calmly pushed someone away who was too close with her elbow.

Of course, Amodene does not produce true love. It is impossible to create or imitate love. It simply induces a powerful obsession and delusion. It has the potential to be the most dangerous and most dangerous thing in the room. Powerful potions—oh, yes, he nodded gravely at Malfoy and Nott, who were smirking suspiciously, if you've had my experience, you wouldn't underestimate the power of such wishful thinking love. With the power...

Now, said Slughorn, let's get to work.

Professor, you haven't told us what's in this one yet. Ernie MacMillan asked, pointing to a small black cauldron on Slughorn's desk. The potion inside was splattering happily; the color was like molten gold, and large drops of liquid kept jumping up on the surface like goldfish, but none of them fell outside.

Oh, Slughorn began again.

Fan Lin was sure that Slughorn hadn't forgotten about the potion, and was just waiting to ask about it in order to create a dramatic effect.

Generally speaking, this is the usual way.

Yes. That. Well, that medicine, ladies and gentlemen, it's one of the weirdest little potions called Felix Vix. I guess, he turned and smiled at Hermione, who There was already a gasp, You must know what Felix Felicity is for, Miss Granger?

It's the luck potion, said Hermione excitedly, it'll make you lucky!

Fan Lin finally concentrated. Things like Felicia Potion are not something ordinary wizards can make. It can be said that this involves things that cannot be explained by ordinary magic, such as luck or more mysterious things.

That is to say, it is a part of fate, guidance or guidance, and the effect of collapsing multiple possibilities of things into one best choice.

It can be said that the greatest value of what Fan Lin knew about Slughorn was related to the production of Felicia.

Just like Fan Lin, everyone in the class seemed to sit up straighter. No one was a fool. Potions like Felix Felicia were not something that would be casually placed on the counter.

Now Harry could only see the back of Malfoy's head, covered in slick blond hair, as Malfoy finally began to pay attention to what Slughorn had to say.

Exactly, ten more points from Gryffindor. Yes, it's a fun little potion, Felix, said Slughorn. That is Felix Felicia... He is so skillfully prepared that any mistake can be disastrous. Then, if it is made correctly, as with this one, you will find that all efforts succeed...at least in the medicine before the effect disappears.

Why don't people drink it all the time, Professor? said Terry Brant eagerly.

Because if taken in excess, it can lead to rashness, recklessness and dangerous ego, says Slughorn. Extreme joy begets sorrow, you know... in large doses it is very poisonous. But in moderation, very little...

So, have you had a drink, Professor? Michael Corner asked with interest.

Twice in my life, says Slughorn, once when I was 24 and once when I was 57. Twice I took a tablespoon with breakfast. Two perfect days.

He stared dreamily into the distance. Regardless of whether he is acting or not, Fan Lin has to admit that in this respect, Slughorn is still very good at it. At least from the current classroom atmosphere, the effect is good. Slughorn has successfully attracted all people's attention.

And that, said Slughorn, evidently returning to reality, is the Felicia Felix, and that's my prize for this class.

For a moment, the room was silent, and the sound of bubbling and churning of the surrounding medicine seemed to be amplified ten times.

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