My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Nelson? Where did you get this bottle of medicine?"

In Dean Slytherin’s room, Professor Slughorn drew the curtains and left the office in a dark but visible state. He carefully placed the crystal bottle on a delicately structured brass instrument and used a spell Fix it carefully, and the instrument quickly rotates with his movements, throwing out a circle of afterimages of the potion bottle fixed on the outermost side.

"Centrifuge?" Nelson pursed his lips and murmured.

"What?" Professor Slughorn, who had done all this, raised his head from the instrument, walked relaxedly to the sofa next to Nelson and sat down, "I mean, where did you get this potion? "

"Oh, Professor, it was given to me by Professor Sykes." Nelson raised his eyebrows and asked, "Is there a problem with this potion?"

"Melissa? Why did she give you this? Uh... At the moment, it should be okay," Professor Slaghorn waved his hand and signaled Nelson to relax. "My surprise is not whether there is a problem with it. , It’s just a bit too precious, even I always thought it was a potion invented by a certain potion master to show off his knowledge of pharmacology."

"Too precious?" Nelson chewed the word, "made it up?"

"Yes, I have seen its prescription. In principle, I can't find any mistakes in my potion, but I have never heard of anyone actually refining this kind of potion," Professor Slughorn looked at. The brass instrument that was spinning fast said, "This is actually a failed potion."

"The potion of failure?"

"A good potion depends not only on whether it is good or not, but also on its value," he explained, seeing the confused expression on Nelson's face. "It's not that it has poor efficacy. On the contrary, it's The efficacy of the medicine is unexpectedly good, but its efficacy is really difficult to match the cost. Let's put it this way, what is the longest refining process among the potions you know?"

"Let me think about it..." Nelson said, scratching his head, "a blessing potion?"

"Yes, when you were in the first grade, I once rewarded the most active student in the class with the elixir as a prize," Slughorn showed a look of memory, turned around, and said with a smile, "No. Wrong, it's Tom. As far as I know, he should have sent you the blessing potion."

He raised his eyebrows and continued without waiting for Nelson to reply, "Of course, I have to remind you that it is not good to rely too much on luck, but in your situation at the time, a potion that can reverse the situation at a critical moment, Is the most suitable."

He glanced at Nelson's expression and smiled, "You don't think I don't care about the students in my college. I will fill Tom with a bottle later."

"Thank you, Professor." Nelson was touched. "I'll just say how I sent another bottle of fortune in the future."

"?" Slughorn blinked and said, "Well, my intention was to let Tom keep that bottle for himself."

"Thank you anyway."

"No thanks, when I retire, you can use Transfiguration to help me repair the house." Professor Slughorn squeezed his eyes and continued, "The production cycle of the elixir is indeed very long, reaching half a year. But in fact, the time you need to stay next to the crucible is only three days and eighteen hours—the first nine hours, the ending half an hour, and the four hours of care every five days, even in addition to the beginning and ending. You can find an apprentice to take care of the work and learn how to make your mechanical potion to help you make it."

"I thought I would stay by the cauldron all the time..."

"Hey, don't I eat or sleep?" Slughorn's eyes widened and made a grimace. "Those Muggle capitalists in London shed tears when they heard it, and your potion, if I didn't If you guess wrong, it consumes a lot more time for the potion master than the blessing potion."

"How long is that?" Nelson really couldn't imagine the life of holding a spoon next to the cauldron. Even squatting next to the pot to eat would make people feel painful, let alone boil medicine.

"Two years," Slughorn raised two fat fingers, shook it, and said, "Although it doesn't need the potion master to stay by the side all the time, it needs to be stirred every day, and the action is different each time. Can you imagine? A wizard, while on vacation, will apparate and stir the same pot of potion in his home every day for two years. Even a few gentle stirrings are enough to drive people crazy."

"Is it so hard to do?"

"Of course, and only a potion master like me can make it perfectly, because any mistake may make two years of hard work and those cherished medicinal materials fall short."

Seeing the smug look on Slughorn's face, Nelson thought he made the potion.

"So what kind of potion is this?" Nelson asked.

"Qingling, isn't this name quite fresh?"

The rotating brass instrument came to a halt slowly, Slughorn stood up on the armrest of the sofa, walked to the instrument and stood still, stretched out his hand to grab the copper tube that became red due to friction, he didn't care about the copper tube at all. The temperature, grabbed the card slot outside together with the crystal bottle fixed in it, and threw it into the water tank that had been prepared long ago. For a while, strong water vapor filled the entire office.

"This is an excellent detoxification solvent. As long as the potion that causes memory decline is mixed in, it can cure the memory problem of the injured, but it can only be used to solve this type of problem," he used his magic wand to disperse the steam. Said, "In fact, this kind of potion can only be used to treat memory decline symptoms caused by the mind of the gods or other magical factors. It is said that it can also treat the trauma of the soul, but I have not seen the soul that has been injured and can live and wait. In the treatment stage, in addition, it can also improve the memory and other aspects of the wizard a little...Uh, I don't know how to say it, probably brain power, but this only exists in the legend."

"In the legend?" Nelson was a little confused. Slughorn had said so in detail, why is it still in the legend?

"Yes, it has two interesting ingredients. One is Gordigan. Only a refreshing prescription requires Gordigan," Slughorn said, staring at the crystal bottle in his hand with fascination. One is the venom of the Curly Wing Demon, but I haven't heard of the Curly Wing Demon in a long time."

"As far as I know, don't Saint Mungo have many ways to treat memory impairment?"

"This is also the strangest point for me," Slughorn pinched the crystal bottle with two fingers, lifted it up carefully, raised it to his eyes and observed the potion that was still spinning without power, and used his wand. A bright glow was emitted. In the light, the lavender potion in the bottle was like a gem. It was spinning, but it looked extremely stable. He placed the potion bottle on the velvet cushion on the table and raised his head and said, " Why would anyone make this kind of potion? In fact, most of the hard-to-treat memory damage hurts the brain. Potions cannot be cured. Only simple memory damage can be repaired by it. Not only does it have good effects. I have to cooperate with it."

"Why do you know it so much?" Nelson asked curiously. "It sounds like you have made it."

"Uh... I saw it when I was in school. At that time, I thought this potion was completely nonsense. It should be a joke made up by someone," Professor Slughorn said with a shrug, "So I specifically remembered After I got down, I wanted to find the loopholes in its pharmacology. Unfortunately, by studying its magical medicine principle, my theoretical knowledge has improved rapidly. It can be said that it has made me today to some extent-but I am It’s impossible to do it. I won’t make my life miserable for two years for a pot of medicine.”

"That's it," Nelson nodded and said, "Thank you."

"Put it away." Professor Slughorn reluctantly glanced at the crystal bottle on the velvet cushion, grabbed it and stuffed it into Nelson's pocket, "Although I don't know what Melissa is going to do for you. , You don’t look like the kind of person whose mental retardation is so severe that he needs to be treated with lucid spirits. Keep it away, and seal it with good wax to be a family heirloom."

"I think you might need it even more." Nelson thought about it, feeling that this thing was useless for his detoxified himself.

"I don't need it. The fresh spirit that I can't make is a good fresh spirit." Professor Slughorn shook his head and walked towards the door with Nelson's shoulders, "No, I'm going to find Melissa, I To figure out where she got this thing."

Nelson clutched his pockets and followed Professor Slughorn out.

"By the way, did Tom tell you to order a dress and gown, which you will need next semester." Professor Slughorn asked as he walked, "have you prepared? Hurry up, you may be in line for a long time after the holiday."

"Tom and I went to the Hogsmeade's ready-to-wear store to order a set," Nelson replied. "Professor, is there any activity?"

"Ready-to-wear shop..." Slughorn thought for a moment and said, "You can go to Diagon Alley and buy custom-made ones. It's a bit more advanced. The two of you have a high probability, or you can pass through Italy on the way to Albania during your vacation. Order a set there. By the way, are you short of money? If you are short of money, I can offer some. You are welcome."

"No, Professor." Nelson shook his head. "We have some savings. What is the purpose of this dress gown?"

Nelson felt that he was getting closer and closer to the answer, and he had even rejected this answer before!

"If you don't have enough, you can write to me," Professor Slughorn stopped and walked forward quickly, stopped in the corridor to look around, bent down and whispered, "The Triwizard Tournament, if you I don’t know what it is. You can go to the library to find relevant materials. I think it’s possible for both of you, but don’t say anything about it.”

"Huh..." Nelson scratched his head, as expected.

"Okay, Nelson, I'm going first, you go and talk to Tom," Slughorn looked at the direction of the Ravenclaw Tower, leaving a lighthearted sentence, "Don't help Alphard with his homework in the future." ".

"I'm not that I didn't--"

"Okay, let's not take it as an example," Slughorn turned into the stairwell and disappeared, but his voice remained where he was. "The stiff description of potion making is from your handwriting."

...

"Professor Slughorn doesn't trust our figure," Tom was lying on the sofa in the lounge. He seemed to have never stood up in this house, while throwing a small tomato in his mouth, he pressed his chest again and again. The film was "bang-bang", "I'm a natural-born clothes rack, and the size of the ready-to-wear clothes is my size."

"I wish I had you so confident," Nelson shook his head, sat next to Tom, took a slice from the small basin full of watermelon on the side, bit half of it, and whispered, "I think I'm more suitable for ready-to-wear. After all, only the three warriors who lead the dancers will be concerned about whether the clothes fit well. Besides, the ready-made clothes really fit quite well."

"Huh, how can you confirm that you are not selected?" Tom threw a small tomato into his mouth again and muttered, "You really feel that you are not as strong as me."

"Indeed, you are relatively strong. This is generally accepted," Nelson said perfunctorily. "I hope you will become bigger and stronger, and create greater brilliance. Don't worry, I won't compete with you for this place."

"What do you mean?" Tom sat up.

"I won't sign up, don't worry." Nelson put down the watermelon rind and picked up another piece.

"What are you talking about? What do you mean by not registering?" Tom gave Nelson a blank look like a fool, and then lay back. "Don't you like to read history books the most? Don't you know that the three schools will name all the students? Throw into the Goblet of Fire~www.readwn.com~ finally select three warriors?"

"Isn't it okay if you don't want to participate?" Nelson thought carefully, as if he hadn't seen the relevant content of the registration.

"You can think about it."

"..."

Nelson held the watermelon and made a "chachachacha" sound.

"But don't worry," Tom writhed on the sofa, and finally put his feet on the armrests. "With me, you can't participate if you want to participate."

"I appreciate your self-confidence." Nelson agreed. "I hope so, two thousand gallons, it's really a whistling."

"It doesn't matter whether money is or not. The main reason is to win honor for the school," Tom grumbled and looked at the ceiling, saw Alphard coming down the stairs, and shouted, "Alphard, Dumbledore said if you don’t make up Hand in the metamorphosis homework, he won't let you take the final exam."

Hearing this, Alphad, who was jumping around, immediately changed a crying face and ran away like a ghost.

"You can go to Albania when you finish the exam next week," Tom emptied himself on the sofa. "You have to remember. Albanians nod and shook their heads to mean yes."

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