Hogwarts: I am Harry's eldest cousin

In Potions class the next day, Slughorn looked forward to watching the young wizards from the four academies take their seats one by one. Unlike the fifth grade, starting from the sixth grade, the young wizards no longer had to take the same fixed courses, but would see whether they could attend advanced classes based on the results of their OWLs exams.

So the number of people taking Potions classes this year suddenly dropped by half, so that students from four colleges could study together.

"Open your textbooks. Today is your first Potions class in the sixth grade. I hope you will remember this very meaningful lesson."

Slughorn said as he pulled a small glass bottle with a cork from his pocket. He held the bottle up and waved it in front of the little wizards.

"This is a very special potion. It is called the lucky potion. Can anyone tell me what this potion is?"

"Efficacy, Professor."

The first person to answer his question was undoubtedly Hermione, and she raised her hand before Slughorn even finished asking the question.

"Very correct!"

Slughorn shook the vial towards the others as he spoke. The transparent bottle sparkled in the dim light.

"Yes, this is the Felicis Buddism. I will use it as a prize for this class."

To his surprise, there was no discussion as he had imagined. Instead, the students in the audience behaved unusually calmly, as if what he had just talked about was not the Felicis foetida but a plaster for treating scabies.

"Please turn to page 10 of Advanced Potion Making. There are still more than two hours before the end of get out of class. You should use this time to make a good potion of living hell. I know this is your first time to come into contact with such a complicated potion, so I don't expect anyone to make a perfect potion. The person who makes the best potion will win this small bottle of felicity potion."

Slughorn intended to use the simplest and most brutal method to find talent among this group of young wizards.

"Professor." Just as he finished speaking, a young wizard in the audience said, "We have already learned the content of the Living Hell Potion in the fourth grade."

"Oh, your Professor Snape never told me about this."

Snape didn't even tell him about the teaching schedule, but simply said before his class: "It is recommended that you use your real ability to teach them, they are very picky students."

Slughorn frowned and thought for a moment. "I won't change the question, so the person who does the best will win the vial of Felicis."

As soon as he finished speaking, the little wizards all looked at the same place.

Dudley's seat.

If we were to say who has the best potion level here, it would definitely be Dudley. Even Snape, the "big hater" who would find fault with even the most basic of ingredients, is at this level.

As long as he participates, will there be any hope for others?

So Dudley spread his hands and said, "My score does not count in this test."

He knows how to make the Fuling potion himself, it just takes some time. There is no need to compete with classmates for it and dampen their enthusiasm.

After he finished speaking, everyone else showed a hint of joy on their faces.

As long as Dudley didn't participate, they would be unhappy.

Because they remembered another potion master, Miss Granger, who was slightly inferior to Dudley but made equally excellent potions.

This time Dudley chose to ignore it. He would not make this decision for Hermione and make her grades count.

Seeing that Dudley did not express his opinion, the young wizards all showed regretful expressions, but after Slughorn announced the start, they still joined the ranks of those who made the potion seriously.

Although the hope is slim, at least there is hope.

At least you won't be absolutely crushed.

"Well, time's up," Slughorn said promptly. "Let me see your work."

“Oh, it’s great!”

“This one too.”

“Absolutely excellent work”

Looking at the works of the little wizards, the expression on Slughorn's face gradually changed from joy to ecstasy.

Albus didn't lie to me, these students are really excellent.

The difficulty of making the Living Hell Decoction is definitely not small. Even if you have learned it, it does not mean that you can successfully brew it.

I didn't expect everyone to do it.

But such excellence also made Slughorn begin to worry, because each work looked perfect and he really didn't know which one to choose.

Until he found Hermione's.

"very perfect."

Slughorn looked at the liquid in Hermione's cauldron in amazement, and then he saw Harry's work next to it.

“I have never seen anything like it.”

Slughorn's eyes widened as he looked at the liquid in Harry's dry pot. If he had made it himself, it would have been the same.

Harry's talent for potions is extremely partial. The Living Hell Potion is also known as the Water of Life and Death. Just from the name, you can tell what type of potion it belongs to.

It is undoubtedly a powerful sleeping pill, a non-lethal poison and a magic potion.

“Undisputed winner”

Finally, Slughorn's eyes fell on Dudley's cauldron, and his expression froze.

Although the liquid in the crucible looked like the Potion of the Living Hell in terms of color and shape, Slughorn was sure that it was no longer a simple Potion of the Living Hell.

Whose living hell decoction has this strange aroma and has mushrooms floating on it?

Is it a dish or a magic potion?

There must be a problem.

Failed?

I didn't expect that Dursley, whom I had originally favored, turned out to be an idiot about potions?

Slughorn walked quickly to Dudley's cauldron, dipped a little bit of it with the nail of his little finger and put it in his mouth.

What you hear is false, what you see is also false, your eyes may deceive you

Therefore, tasting it yourself is the most direct way to judge a potion.

"!!!"

The moment the pink liquid entered his mouth, Slughorn felt his taste buds were completely conquered.

He had never tasted anything so good.

No, no, he came here to taste the potion, not to drink the soup.

He looked at Dudley and was about to speak when he felt an overwhelming wave of sleepiness coming over him.

He quickly took out a bottle of potion from his pocket and drank it. The sleepiness was mostly relieved, but there was still a trace of it left.

It was indeed the effect of the Living Hell Decoction. No, it was several times stronger than the ordinary Living Hell Decoction. Ordinary decoctions did not have such a horrific effect, and even taking the antidote could not relieve the symptoms.

At this moment Slughorn felt that his 120 years of knowledge of potions had been shattered.

Is it really that amazing to turn a potion into a dish?

At this moment Slughorn remembered what Dudley had just said, that his score would not be counted in this test.

No wonder he didn't participate. The other party's ability is enough to establish a new school and set up a branch of alchemy.

Looking at such an outstanding Dudley, Slughorn was extremely excited.

I feel like I discovered not only SSR, but the top-level UR!

Chapter 456 Tom inherits Voldemort's legacy

In the end, it was Harry who got the bottle of Felix Felicis. His Hell Potion was the best except for Dudley's. Hermione was slightly inferior to the others. If the topic was not Hell Potion, but Polyjuice Potion or Shrinking Potion, Hermione would have won an overwhelming victory with an absolute crushing momentum.

Compared to Slughorn's happy mood, Snape was very unhappy.

Although he got the coveted Defense Against the Dark Arts professorship, he was not happy at all after the first class. To be more precise, he could not be happy at all.

Teaching everyone how to defend themselves against the dark arts was not as much fun as he had imagined.

The main reason is that the overall teaching level of Hogwarts is far beyond the normal level, and Snape finds it very difficult to teach.

The difficulty reached its peak when he was teaching sixth grade on Friday, and he didn't even know what to teach them.

If it were other grades that really had not been taught, we could still teach them the Patronus Charm or something like that, but that’s not the case for sixth graders. They know everything they should know, but if they can’t learn it, they still won’t be able to learn it no matter how much we teach them. This magic relies too much on talent.

It was hard to imagine that he was an adult wizard, and a wizard with a good duel level, and a high-end combat force among the Death Eaters. Now he didn't know what to teach a group of seventeen-year-old children who had not yet graduated. This was outrageous, and even novels didn't dare to write it this way.

But that's what it is.

dark magic?

they will.

Dark magical creatures?

I have basically learned them all.

Their counter-spells are pretty good.

Snape couldn't possibly teach them Potions, could he?

Although the Defense Against the Dark Arts class did not prohibit professors from teaching potions, Snape did not want to become the laughing stock of the entire Hogwarts.

How good are the young wizards after being baptized by Grindelwald?

At least much taller than the average adult wizard.

If the teacher teaches fast but the students learn slowly, it is because the students are too stupid.

If the teacher teaches slowly and the students learn slowly, it means the teacher’s level is not high enough.

The ideal situation is that teachers teach quickly and students learn quickly.

If students know everything before the teacher even teaches, that can only be described as outrageous, because the teacher's existence has no meaning.

Now Snape is in this final situation.

Even the Hufflepuffs, who are recognized as mediocre by all teachers and students, have very solid basic skills.

The result was that Snape had no sense of accomplishment at all.

So Snape decided to go straight to the practical class. Although it was tiring, at least there was something to teach.

The situation in the European wizarding world was unpredictable. Under the command of the Death Eaters, an army composed of various dark creatures completely took over Bulgaria.

With two countries under their control, the Death Eaters are now more powerful than ever before.

However, Voldemort himself was not happy.

Besides the fact that old man Dumbledore is not dead, there is another important reason.

Almost everyone he met mistook him for someone else.

"The evil dark wizard gathered the remaining subordinates of 'that person' and inherited 'that person's' will. He also intends to use fear to rule the world. That wizard may be more terrifying than the former Dark Lord. Of course, he also calls himself the Dark Lord."

This was not the first time Voldemort had heard such statements.

This word had spread throughout the wizarding world by the time the Bulgarian Ministry of Magic was captured.

"I am the Dark Lord, I am Voldemort!"

A flash of anger flashed across Voldemort's face, but he quickly covered it up.

This was not the first time he was angry about this matter. In the beginning, he even executed several dark wizards who gossiped about him behind his back.

But no matter how much Voldemort emphasized, those wizards seemed to have determined that he was someone else.

No matter how cruel and terrifying he behaved, people only regarded him as the second generation of Voldemort, a fanatical imitator of Voldemort.

I am my second generation?

Am I my heir?

I inherited my legacy?

Ridiculous! Ridiculous! Damn!

"I'm not dead yet!"

Every time Voldemort heard this news, he couldn't help but curse.

What he said was actually not correct. Strictly speaking, he was dead, but not completely dead. He did die once.