HP Shavings Wizard

Hermione's practiced hand shot up first.

Slughorn obviously recognized her as well, and pointed at her - her messy brown hair was somewhat conspicuous - that was one of the outstanding young wizards in Gryffindor mentioned by both Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore.

"Speak, dear Miss Granger! Say as much as you can."

"It's a shrinking potion, a magical potion that shrinks creatures or reverts them to a younger state. It usually appears as a bright green acidic liquid. It can be used to deal with large animals that are resistant to spells, or to move livestock - for example, shrinking a whole herd of pigs and putting them in a wizard's pocket."

"You'll need chopped daisy roots, peeled shrunken figs, thinly sliced ​​caterpillars, a portion of mouse spleen, a little leech juice, wormwood extract, and poison hemlock essence..."

Because this was a paper she had just written during the summer vacation and she had looked up a lot of relevant reference books, Hermione spoke a lot with great enthusiasm.

Slughorn did not interrupt, but listened patiently and attentively, nodding from time to time, with a happy look on his face, obviously extremely satisfied.

After handing over the work, he also knew that this was the Potions paper that Professor Snape had assigned during the previous summer vacation, but no one had yet personally gone through it.

But even if she had read the relevant books during the summer vacation, Miss Granger could still recite so much now, which fully demonstrated the seriousness and carefulness required for potion learning...

Hermione spoke quickly and clearly, and it was obvious that the few sentences would not take more than a few minutes.

"Very good, very good." Slughorn became interested and pointed to the large cauldron on the Gryffindor table near Hermione, and asked the "know-it-all" lady directly, "What about this? Dear Miss Granger, this is what we are going to learn today."

The crucible was filled with bubbling potion that was slightly purple and seemed to be reflecting silver light.

Alison stared at the thing in boredom. The game system had already marked the information in her field of vision as if cheating:

[Sobering agent, mainly used for...]

The little red-haired wizard had no intention of wasting time drooling over it. He just stared at Professor Slughorn's gorgeous vest and counted the patterns on it.

Hermione lived up to Professor Slughorn's expectations and answered the question successfully again.

"Awakening potion, the potion is purple. It requires dried Billywig needles, crushed snake teeth, sliced ​​wolfsbane... It can prevent the drinker from sleeping, and wake up the coma caused by drugs or impact. It is often used in Quidditch matches. When players are knocked unconscious by a Bludger, they can be awakened by using a wakening potion or the spell 'Quick Resuscitation'."

"Excellent, absolutely right, it seems I don't need to ask any more questions." Slughorn smiled with genuine admiration and satisfaction, "You are worthy of the praise from my other colleagues! For Miss Granger's excellent answer, I have to give Gryffindor a well-deserved 20 points!"

He did not ask about Hermione's relationship with Mr. Granger, the founder of the Extraordinary Pharmacists Association - because he had already asked about it when he heard his old colleagues mention this surname.

However, this outstanding Miss Granger was actually of Muggle-born. He couldn't believe it now and couldn't help but think of Lily back then.

She is also a Muggle-born, a clever witch from Gryffindor, a lively, lovely, charming girl...

He had thought that such an excellent wizard must be of pure-blood.

Sometimes this kind of thing happens, it's really strange.

Alison felt sorry for it, because there were obviously no love potions here - that was the content of the advanced classes for sixth and seventh grades.

She believed that the love potion would definitely make many young wizards in the class change their faces, and recall the scene when several young wizards made passionate confessions to Professor Snape - especially Draco, who sneered at the love potion in the original book, but in reality, Alison had used the love potion to harm him and kissed his former dean.

There was a small black crucible on the podium.

The golden liquid inside splashed happily, like melted gold and leaping goldfish.

But not a drop spilled outside.

Someone curiously interrupted and asked about this, and Professor Slughorn, as if he had a supporting actor, finally started to show off the pot of Felicis Felix - from this point of view, he had a talent for drama and was also humorous.

He once again asked Hermione to answer the question and awarded Gryffindor another ten points, making no secret of his preference for this talented Gryffindor girl. In just the first few minutes of class, Professor Snape's efforts to deduct points this morning had already been wasted by 60%, which was quite bad.

After arousing everyone's curiosity, the old walrus generously took out a small glass bottle with a cork from his pocket and said it would be the prize for this class - just a small portion, a dose that would not cause overdose side effects if drunk directly, and it would bring 12 hours of good luck. From dawn to dusk, no matter what you do, you will be blessed with good luck.

This little gadget motivated everyone in the class except Alison.

Alison reasonably suspected that the potion in the cauldron was made from the potion materials provided by Hogwarts to the potion professor. The old walrus finally cleared out the stock when he was going to harvest new medicine in half a year, and told the young wizards of each grade so as to motivate them.

The red-haired little wizard sat down nonchalantly and began to brew a sobering potion.

When she saw the Felicis just now, she remembered this thing and suddenly felt a little regretful - maybe she should have drunk some when she played a prank before, maybe she could have avoided being scolded by her father?

A very lucky prank...

She turned into a desktop cleaning master and threw all the unprocessed materials on the table into the crucible.

Although the fire had not yet been lit to produce a failed potion that was either pungent or explosive, exclamations and gasps were already being heard in the classroom.

Seamus Finnigan, the explosive genius who often blew up cauldrons, and Neville, who was always clumsy in Potions class, sat on the Gryffindor side. They all looked with admiration at this behavior of obviously wasting potion materials and not following the textbook.

Professor Slughorn was also startled. He ignored his awkwardness and fear towards the little witch and, adhering to his professional ethics as a Potions Professor, he subconsciously shouted, "Alison! What are you doing?!"

Alison ignored them and used the Fiendfyre to light the bottom of the cauldron.

The dangerous black magic flame was controlled so perfectly that it did not burn the crucible, but only quickly heated the solution inside.

Instantly, a strange aroma of herbs mixed with the burning flames of potions spread out, but the crucible did not explode and failed directly.

The little animals all stopped processing the potion ingredients and stared at the scene in amazement.

Professor Slughorn was also stunned.