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This time without speaking, both hands were raised again.

Slughorn hesitated and ordered Daphne twice, always giving others a chance.

He pointed at Hermione, who immediately replied: "It's a love potion!"

"That's true. It seems there's no need to ask at all," Slughorn said, becoming interested in Hermione. "I think you must know what it is for?"

"It's the most effective love potion in the world!" Hermione was suppressed before, but now she was full of energy.

"Did you recognize it by its unique mother-of-pearl luster?"

"And its unique spiraling vapor," Hermione kept mouthing, "and its smell varies from person to person, based on what they like best."

"I can smell the strawberry ice cream, the pristine parchment, and..."

At this point, Hermione paused.

Slughorn was also impressed by Hermione and asked her name.

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Chapter 434 The strongest guard in history

"Hermione Granger, Professor."

Upon hearing Hermione's name, Slughorn immediately thought of the founder of the Society of Extraordinary Apothecaries, also named Granger.

So he was very interested in asking about the relationship between the two.

Unfortunately, the two Grangers are not related.

A Muggle family, a wizarding family.

Slughorn, as he said himself, had no prejudice against Hermione.

On the contrary, he smiled and did not feel unhappy because he had just recognized the wrong relative.

"By the way, 'I have a good friend who is also a Muggle, and her grades are among the best in the whole grade.' I'm sure this is the friend you're talking about, right?"

"Yes, Professor," said Harry.

Apparently, Slughorn also wanted to increase his 'collection'.

"Very good, very good. Twenty points for Miss Greengrass of Slytherin. Likewise, twenty points for the outstanding Miss Granger." Slughorn said kindly.

He was generous and made this place seem to be a home for girls.

Slughorn said with a smile: "Of course, love potions cannot really create love."

"Love cannot be manufactured or imitated. This potion will only lead to intense obsession or infatuation. This is probably the most dangerous and powerful potion in this classroom."

Slughorn said, seeing the students craning their necks, he closed the lid.

Those fascinating smells disappeared.

"Now, we should start class." Slughorn deliberately did not talk about the fourth crucible, making people more curious.

Ernie MacMillan was a curious baby. He pointed at the last black crucible and said, "Professor, you haven't told us yet, what's in this?"

The black crucible has a very attractive appearance, the potion is splashing happily, the color is like molten gold, and large drops of liquid are jumping on the surface.

Just like goldfish, not a drop is spilled outside.

Slughorn saw that his little thoughts were discovered, and he achieved his goal of whetting his appetite.

"By the way, that hasn't been said yet." Slughorn asked with a smile, "Who knows?"

This time, in addition to the two girls, there was an extra hand.

Slughorn looked at it and said unexpectedly: "Malfoy."

Harry found it incredible. Malfoy knew this thing?

Malfoy said proudly: "That's the Elixir of Fortune."

"Surprising," Slughorn said, also surprised, "I want to ask where you saw this thing?"

"Ahem, John drank." Malfoy coughed to cover up his embarrassment.

"Incredible," Slughorn's eyes widened. "As far as I know, there is no finished elixir on the market. Did he refine it himself?"

"Yes," Malfoy nodded and said, "He made it and told me it was a lucky potion."

"I should have known that great things seemed so normal to him." Slughorn said excitedly, "I'm not surprised at all that he was able to refine it."

Refining the Spiritual Fortune Elixir is very time-consuming. Besides refining it in the second grade, John also refined it a second time in the fourth grade.

"Good answer. Ten points for Slytherin."

Slughorn gives Slytherin points.

He raised his voice and said: "This is a strange little magic potion. It is very complicated to brew. If you make a mistake, the consequences will be disastrous."

Blinking, Slughorn said: "If the brewing is successful, it will be like the one in this crucible. You will find that no matter what you do, it will be successful, at least until the effect of the medicine wears off."

Terry Butt of Ravenclaw asked eagerly: "Then why don't people drink it all day long?"

Slughorn did not answer, but said to Malfoy: "Can you tell me the consequences of overdose, Malfoy?"

Malfoy said: "Overdose can lead to dizziness, recklessness and dangerous hubris."

"Very good, very good!" Slughorn gave Slytherin another point.

The points deducted for Defense Against the Dark Arts today were all added back in the afternoon.

After that, there was a simple chat. Slughorn used Felixir twice in his life, and those two days were also the happiest days of his life.

After all the students' interest was piqued, he took out a small bottle of Felixir, "This bottle of Felixir is the prize for this class."

After knowing the effect, the students breathed quickly and looked directly at the small bottle.

That's what Slughorn was trying to achieve, starting his own classroom practice.

"Please turn to page 10 of "Advanced Potion Making". We have more than an hour to brew the Living Hell Potion. The person who does the best will win this small bottle of Blessing Elixir."

After he announced the start, the students all started to move.

Daphne leaned closer to Malfoy and asked, "How do you know the consequences of taking an overdose of Felixir?"

Malfoy said indifferently: "Remember in the second year, John drank too much Felixir and went directly to Snape's office to drink the poison."

Daphne was taken away by Tom Riddle's notes at the time, so it's not clear.

But if Malfoy tells John's dark history, isn't he afraid of being settled by his future wife?

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John went to find Hagrid to get some materials.

When he reached Hagrid's hut, John paused silently.

An old man was in front of him, or to be precise, he opened the door and came out of the hut.

Seeing John, Dumbledore asked kindly: "John, I think you should have a Potions class today."

"Why are you here, Dumbledore?" John raised his eyebrows and said, "By the way, I remembered, you seem to have been detained in school."

"Yes, Horace is worried about people outside the school," Dumbledore said. "Perhaps an old fool would be a good choice."

"John, are you here?" Hagrid heard the noise and came out.

He said in surprise: "You didn't know that Professor Dumbledore stayed at the school and became the gatekeeper. It's great, isn't it?"

"It's indeed great," John said expressionlessly, "The greatest wizard of this century is guarding the gate. Only Hogwarts has such an honor."

The gatekeeper is commonly known as the gatekeeper.

Except for the old man, Dumbledore is not worthy of Dumbledore, even if the door is made of gold.

"Hagrid, I want some materials to make toys."

Hagrid immediately remembered John's words. He had said them in the morning and had come in the afternoon.

This efficiency is worthy of John.

He ran to the Forbidden Forest to look for materials.

John and Dumbledore are left here.

John glanced at Dumbledore's burnt beard and said, "I thought you were going to chase Grindelwald out, Dumbledore?"

"Please don't be so guarded," Dumbledore shook his head and said calmly, "We need to protect the school."

"School? Are you sure it's not Harry?" John sneered, "What are you thinking about, Dumbledore."

Dumbledore's eyes were deep behind his half-moon lenses, "Same question, John."

"Want to talk about the consequences of those taboos again?" John said coldly, "You know Slytherin's indifference to certain things."

"If you are really free, you can go find him and have a battle with him like in 1945."

John sighed, "Dumbledore, I have always thought you are the greatest wizard of this century. Unfortunately, you will only hinder me in this matter."

Dumbledore shook his head and said, "I believe you."

"I'm going to disappoint you." John didn't give face.

Dumbledore blinked and pointed at his head, "The foolish old man also has the methods of a fool."

John took a deep breath. He couldn't beat this man and couldn't get on top.

Even without the Elder Wand, Dumbledore is still the most powerful wizard in the world.

He still couldn't help but curse secretly: "Old fox."

Hagrid is back and bringing materials.

John took the things and left. He didn't want to stay with Dumbledore for a moment longer.

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Harry also wanted the elixir that made people lucky.

He opened the book "Advanced Potion Making". What was annoying was that the previous owner had written all over it.

The blank space on the book was as dark as the place where the potion was printed.

Harry looked down at the potion ingredients.

Every student was looking around, even Daphne and Hermione were checking books.

Steam filled the classroom.

As Harry processed the material, he came across a line of notes from the previous owner.

"Squeeze with the side of a silver knife to get the juice out more easily than slicing."

Harry tried for a long time but couldn't get the sleepy beans, so he decided to give it a try.

As a result, I glanced at the book and saw a line of different handwriting next to the line of notes.

"Twisting the rhizome of sleepweed with your hands has the same effect. Adding an extra drop to the crucible can enhance the effect of the decoction."

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Chapter 435 The old man next door to Qunxing Club

The two handwritings were obviously not written by the same person. Harry ignored the strangeness and tried squeezing it with the side of the silver dagger. It was really easier.

This made Harry more confident, and he looked at the second line of comments above.

After much hesitation, I went to look for it and found that the juice of sleepweed can indeed be squeezed out by hand.

Added a drop to it, no big change.

But it was not destroyed.

Following the steps above, Harry completed it step by step.

Time is up.