The Mightiest Badger at Hogwarts

While Harry was thinking.

All eyes in the entire 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.

But Hermione, Ron and others were so anxious that they almost broke down in sweat.

Don't they know Harry yet?

Is this a question that a potions idiot like Harry can answer?

Hermione had even begun to think about how to remind Harry the correct answer without being discovered by Slughorn.

But at this moment, Harry was heard speaking slowly in a trance-like voice, as if he was talking in his sleep:

"It's a love potion."

"Exactly. It seems like there's no need to ask at all," Slughorn said with a 'sure enough' look on his face, "I think you must know what it is used for?"

Harry heard this and continued without stopping:

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

"Exactly! I think you recognized it by its unique mother-of-pearl luster, right?"

"There's also the characteristic spiraling vapor, and the smell varies from person to person, based on what they like best."

"Clap clap clap-"

Slughorn couldn't hold it in any longer and began to clap excitedly, "You're so helpful, Harry! What about this? Do you know that too?"

As Slughorn spoke, he pointed to the small cauldron on the podium again.

The medicine in the small crucible splashed cheerfully, its color was like molten gold, large drops of liquid jumped on the surface, like goldfish, but none of them spilled out.

The expression on Slughorn's face was strange.

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

But Harry didn't coddle him.

Harry's eyes were fixed on the liquid in the crucible, and he said again in a distracted manner:

"Elixir of Fortune! A magic potion that is extremely difficult to brew and has a very low success rate. Compared with the difficulty of brewing it, once you drink the finished elixir of fortune, you will become lucky. In the medicine As long as it lasts, you will find success in whatever you do.”

"Gryffindor adds 20 points!"

Slughorn almost screamed.

The expressions on his face were all twisted together, one of extreme surprise.

"Please sit down, Harry, you are such a genius!"

At Slughorn's shout, Harry sat down again.

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

However, this made him feel even worse.

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

In that state, he had a hunch that no matter how difficult the question Slughorn asked, as long as it was something he had studied before, he would be able to find the answer from his deep memory and speak it out.

That feeling of being clear-minded, quick, and like you were cheating is so refreshing.

As for comparison, after retreating from that state, Harry felt as if a large piece of his brain had been dug out of thin air.

"Harry, how did you do that!?"

Hermione reached out suddenly and grabbed his arm.

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

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

"I don't know, I just... I just remembered it suddenly, and then I said..."

Hermione was obviously dissatisfied when she heard this and wanted to continue asking.

Ron beside him laughed and said:

"What's the point? Rather than how Harry knew that knowledge, I want to know what will happen if he drinks the elixir, the lucky potion, continuously? Also, it must be very expensive. Bar?"

"If overdosed, it can lead to dizziness, recklessness and dangerous arrogance." Ernie suddenly said, "You know, too much of a good thing can be harmful... too much of a dose can be very toxic. But if Take a small amount now and then, cautiously and sparingly...

As for the selling price you mentioned, well, let me tell you this.

The elixir in the cauldron on the podium alone can probably be replaced by ten Firebolts. "

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

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

The price of a professional replica of this professional player's broomstick is at least 5000 gold galleons.

In other words, there are 50000 gold galleons hidden in the crucible on the podium?

This is outrageous too!

"Oh? I really didn't expect that there is a classmate here who has such a deep understanding of the Spiritual Elixir."

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

"Ernie MacMillan," Ernie stood up and said with a smile, "Actually, this is nothing. I know all this because of Link. You may not know that Link has been on me since a long time ago. The equipment is equipped with elixir of blessing. Sometimes we hold small competitions in the lounge related to learning or wizard chess, and the prize is the elixir of elixir sponsored by Link!"

After that, Ernie also pulled out a teardrop-shaped medicine bottle from his neck, which was dressed like a pendant.

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

"Oh--"

Ron roared excitedly.

He really didn't expect that this guy Ernie actually had a blessing elixir hidden in his body!

Slughorn was obviously a little stunned. He stared at the teardrop-shaped potion bottle in Ernie's hand, seemingly trying to determine whether the potion inside was genuine or fake.

After a while, he said with admiration:

"It is indeed a blessing elixir, and it is of extremely high quality! Is this a reward from Link to you? Your relationship must be very good, right?"

"Of course! This is the elixir made by Link himself! As for our relationship, haha, I can only say this, Link is the person I respect the most in my life! I am willing to die for him!"

Ernie said firmly.

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

Normally, this kind of secondary speech would have been ruthlessly ridiculed by everyone.

The Slytherins would smile from ear to ear, even if they themselves were very good at it.

But at this moment, everyone instinctively remained 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 many Link fanatics like Ernie in the entire Hogwarts!

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

Because the next moment, they will pick up their wands and start a fight with you.

The kind that never die.

"Cough-cough-"

Sensing the strange atmosphere in the classroom, Slughorn coughed twice and said, "Okay kids, I know you are very envious. But there is no need to be so, because I will use this as the prize for this class! "

As Slughorn spoke, he placed a small bottle of Felixir on the table.

"To bring twelve hours of good luck. From dawn to dusk, whatever you do will be blessed with good luck. However, I must remind you that elixirs are not allowed to be used in organized competitions, and, Fuling Elixir is not a panacea, and you cannot expect it to help you solve everything. Excessive or long-term consumption of Fuling Elixir will not only cause the side effects just mentioned by Ernie, but it will also permanently lower your luck. Then But it’s quite scary!”

"So," after the lecture, Slughorn suddenly became energetic again, "How can you win this wonderful prize of mine? Okay, please turn to page ten of "Advanced Potion Making". Let's There is still more than an hour, so you can use this time to brew a living hell decoction. I know this is more complicated than anything you have ever made before, and I don’t expect anyone to make a perfect decoction. . However, the one who does the best will win this vial of elixir. Okay, let’s get started!”

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

Everyone pulled the crucible in front of them, and then there was the sound of the weights being placed on the scale, but no one spoke, and the students' highly concentrated attention was almost at their fingertips.

Harry saw Malfoy frantically flipping through his copy of Advanced Potion-Making.

Malfoy obviously wanted to get that lucky day. His anxious eyes were already red, and he didn't look weak and depressed at all.

'I have to work hard too. '

Harry said to himself silently, and then opened the "Advanced Potion Making" in front of him.

Ron next to him did not choose to read the same book as him, but picked up the "Advanced Potion Making" passed down from his academic brother Charlie and kept flipping through it.

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

This made Harry angry and funny.

But it was too late for him to complain about Ron's behavior.

He quickly started to process the materials 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 process, Harry had been paying attention to the progress of others.

This is one of the advantages and disadvantages of having a Potions class.

You can clearly see what other students are doing. Sometimes you can get inspiration from other people's processing methods, but more often, you will only be affected by the explosion of other people's crucibles or other sounds, leading to operational errors. .

Harry was keenly aware of this, as 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 such stupid mistakes.

So far, thanks to everyone's efforts, the entire classroom has been filled with light blue steam.

Needless to say, Hermione seems to be making the most progress.Her potion was already very close to that "well-mixed, dark brown liquid", which the book said was the ideal state when the potion was half boiled.

This made Harry a little decadent and a little anxious.

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

The valerian root is finally done.

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 cut into slices.

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

A cool feeling flowed throughout his body, making his entire brain feel lighter.

He quickly grabbed a bunch of sleepy beans and without hesitation used the side of his silver dagger to squeeze them into a paste.

This will make it easier for the sleepy beans to release their juice.

Harry didn't know why he did this, it was obviously different from what the textbook said.

But he just did it, because he understood that this was the best solution.

In this regard, Harry, who had experienced it before, chose to follow without hesitation.

And the results are naturally gratifying.

When he put the large amount of juice bursting out of the sleepy beans into the crucible, the potion immediately turned into the light snow-green color mentioned in the book.

Now his progress has caught up with Hermione beside him.

Harry was overjoyed to see this.

He no longer looked at 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 light pink color.

"how did you do it?"

Hermione asked, her face flushed by the heat from her cauldron and her hair growing more and more messy.Her potion was still purple and refused to change at all.

"Stir clockwise again..."

"No, no, the book says counterclockwise!"

Harry shrugged and continued working on his own potion.

He knew there was no way he could convince Hermione.

Stir counterclockwise seven times, stir clockwise once, pause, stir counterclockwise seven times, stir once clockwise...

"Okay, time... is up! Please stop stirring!"

I don't know how long it took, but Slughorn's voice suddenly sounded.

After finishing his words, Ron cursed in a low voice.

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

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

Most of the time, he would not make any comments, and would just stir it casually, or go up and smell it.

But when he came to the table with Harry and others, the situation was different.

"Wow! You must be Weasley!"

Slughorn looked at the 'things' in Ron's crucible and couldn't help laughing, "I don't even need to look at your hair, I can tell just by looking at your finished potion. It can be said that, Your potion skills are as bad as your father's. Sometimes I really don't understand, how on earth can you achieve this level? If you did every step correctly, you wouldn't be 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 the contents of Harry's cauldron, his face showed an expression of incredible joy.

"The undisputed winner!"

He turned to the classmates in the classroom and said, "Excellent, outstanding, Harry! God, you obviously inherited your mother's talent. Lily was so clever in Potions class back then! Here, take it Come on! I will keep my word and give you a bottle of elixir, make good use of it!"

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

At this moment, everyone in the classroom focused their attention on Harry.

Their eyes were either angry, jealous or envious.

This feeling of being in the spotlight would have definitely made Harry feel sincerely happy on a normal day.

But at this moment, his mood was extremely complicated.

Because Professor Slughorn just mentioned his mother.

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

So in other words, if I asked in the past, I should be able to learn a lot about my mother's former student days, right?

As soon as this idea appeared, Harry couldn't help it.

Unfortunately, get out of class time has come.

Slughorn did not have the habit of procrastinating the class. After saying goodbye to the students, he quickly disappeared into the classroom with the crucibles in his arms.

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

"how did you do it?"

Ron said loudly, looking completely stunned.

"I don't know," Harry looked at his hands with a dull look on his face. He couldn't believe that he had made the pot of potion just now. "Maybe it's luck?"

"Luck? Do you think that's possible?"

Hermione piped up.

Her face flushed a little, and Harry understood her perfectly.

Hermione might not care about a mere bottle of elixir, but what she couldn't accept the most was that she was studying so hard, but in the end she wasn't as good as Harry, a guy who was just idle all day long.

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

Harry followed Ron and Hermione towards the auditorium and said, "I really don't know what's going on. The knowledge and practices are as if they were engraved in my mind. I was at that moment , and suddenly I remembered what to do. Then, I succeeded."

"Don't lie to me Harry, you must have received some help from other sources. I noticed that most of the potion making methods you used are different from those taught in the textbooks!" Hermione said with certainty. Said, "Let me guess, Sirius must have given you extra lessons during the holidays, right?"

"What are you talking about? Sirius's grades in Potions are even worse than mine. He hasn't even taken NEWT's Potions improvement class?"

"Then how do you explain what just happened?"

Harry was momentarily speechless.

What he said was obviously the truth, but Hermione obviously didn't believe it at the moment.

"Stop arguing, I said, you two are almost done."

Ron said with bright eyes, "If you ask me, this must be because Harry himself has extraordinary potions talent! It's just that the previous potions professor was Snape, so he couldn't show it. Now, we have changed With a Potions professor, Harry's talent will naturally be activated!"

As soon as this was said, Harry and Hermione turned to look at Ron.

Harry felt that his face must be very red now.

Ron said something a little too outrageous about him.

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

This made him couldn't help but feel a little excited.

On the other side, Hermione just sneered disdainfully, and then ran back to the dormitory without looking back.

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

His eyes were a little bright and he said excitedly:

"Harry, don't worry about Hermione. Her temper will get better if you let her go for a while. As for now, you'd better take out the elixir and let me see it!"

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