I swung a sword at Hogwarts

This time without saying anything, both hands were raised again.

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

He pointed at Hermione, who immediately responded, "It's the love potion!"

"That's right, and it seems unnecessary to ask," said Slughorn, showing interest in Hermione. "I suppose you know what it is used for?"

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

"You recognize it by its distinctive mother-of-pearl sheen?"

"And it has that characteristic spiral of vapor," Hermione kept saying, "and the smell varies from person to person, depending on what they like best."

"I can smell strawberry ice cream, fresh 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 Doorman in History

"Hermione Granger, Professor."

When he heard Hermione's name, Slughorn immediately thought of the founder of the Extraordinary Apothecary Association, who was also named Granger.

So he asked about the relationship between the two with great interest.

But unfortunately, the two Grangers are not related.

One Muggle family, one wizarding family.

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

On the contrary, he had a smile on his face and did not seem unhappy about having recognized the wrong relative.

"Oh, by the way, 'I have a good friend who is also a Muggle-born, and her grades are one of the best in the year' I'm sure that's the friend you're talking about, right, Harry?"

"Yes, Professor," said Harry.

Apparently, Slughorn also wanted to add to his collection.

"Very good, very good, twenty points for Miss Greengrass of Slytherin, and likewise for the excellent Miss Granger," said Slughorn kindly.

He was generous, making this place seem like the girls' home ground.

Slughorn smiled and said, "Of course, love potions can't actually create love."

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

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

Those fascinating smells disappeared.

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

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

The black crucible was a very attractive sight, with the potion splashing merrily about it, the colour of molten gold, and great drops of liquid dancing on the surface.

Just like goldfish, not a drop spills outside.

Slughorn saw that his little trick had been discovered, and he also achieved his goal of whetting people's appetite.

"By the way, that hasn't been discussed yet." Slughorn asked with a smile, "Does anyone know?"

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

Slughorn looked over and said in surprise: "Malfoy."

Harry found it unbelievable. Malfoy knew this thing?

Malfoy said proudly, "That's the Elixir of Felicity."

"That's surprising," Slughorn said in surprise. "Where did you see this?"

"Ahem, John has had it." Malfoy coughed to cover up his embarrassment.

"Incredible," Slughorn's eyes widened. "As far as I know, there is no ready-made Felicis Potion on the market. Did he make it himself?"

"Yes," Malfoy nodded, "he made it and told me it was a luck potion."

"I should have known. Amazing things seem so normal to him." Slughorn said excitedly. "I'm not surprised that he can refine it."

The preparation of the Felicis elixir takes a lot of time. John prepared it once in the second grade and again in the fourth grade.

"Very good answer, 10 points for Slytherin."

Slughorn gives Slytherin extra points.

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

Blinking, Slughorn said, "If the brew is successful, it will be just like the one in this cauldron, and you'll find that whatever you do will work, at least until the effects wear off."

Ravenclaw Terry Boot 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?"

"In excess, it can lead to dizziness, recklessness, and dangerous hubris," Malfoy said.

"Very good, very good!" Slughorn gave Slytherin extra points again.

The points I lost in Defense Against the Dark Arts today were all added back in the afternoon.

After that, they just had a simple chat. Slughorn used Felicis Felicis twice in his life, and those two days were the happiest two days of his life.

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

After knowing the efficacy, the students breathed rapidly and stared at the small bottle.

This was the effect Slughorn was going to achieve, beginning his own classroom practice.

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

After he announced the start, all the students started moving.

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

Malfoy said nonchalantly, "Remember in second grade, John drank too much Felicis and went straight to Snape's office to drink poison."

Daphne was taken away by Tom Riddle's notebook at that time, so it's not very clear.

But isn't Malfoy afraid of being held accountable later for revealing John's dark history?

...

John went to find Hagrid to get some materials.

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

An old man appeared in front of him, or to be more precise, he opened the door 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. "Oh, I remember now, you seem to have stayed at school."

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

"John, you're here?" Hagrid came out when he heard the noise.

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

"That's really great," John deadpanned, "Hogwarts is honored to have the greatest wizard of this century guarding the gate."

The gatekeeper, commonly known as the gatekeeper.

Dumbledore meets the requirement of being an old man, but the rest, even if the door is made of gold, is not worthy of Dumbledore.

"Hagrid, I want some materials to make a toy."

Hagrid immediately remembered what John said. He had just said it in the morning and it came in the afternoon.

Such efficiency, worthy of John.

He ran to the Forbidden Forest to look for materials.

That leaves John and Dumbledore here.

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

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

"School? Are you sure it's not Harry?" John sneered, "What on earth 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 are well aware of Slytherin's indifference to certain things."

"If you really have time, you can go find him and have a big fight with him like in 1945."

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

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

"I'm sorry to disappoint you." John said without giving any face.

Dumbledore blinked and pointed a finger at his head. "Even fools have their own ways."

John took a deep breath. He couldn't beat this man, so he couldn't get ahead of himself.

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

He still couldn't help cursing inwardly: "Old fox."

Hagrid returns with the materials.

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

...

Harry also wanted the Luck Potion that could make people lucky.

He opened the book "Advanced Potion Making" and found it annoyingly full of scribblings by the previous owner.

The blank spaces on the book became as black as the spaces where the medicine was printed.

Harry looked down at the potion ingredients.

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

Steam filled the classroom.

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

"Using the side of a silver knife to squeeze the juice out is easier than slicing."

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

Then I glanced at the book and saw a different line of handwriting next to the note.

"Twisting the rhizome of sleepy grass with your hands has the same effect. Adding an extra drop to the cauldron will strengthen the decoction."

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Chapter 435 The Old Man Next Door to the Star Society

The two words were obviously not written by the same person. Harry didn't care about being surprised and tried to squeeze them with the side of the silver dagger. It was indeed easier.

This gave Harry more confidence, and he looked at the second line of comments above.

After much hesitation, I went looking for it and found that the juice of the sleepy grass can indeed be squeezed out by hand.

Added a drop to it, not much change.

But it was not destroyed.

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

Time is up.