Chapter 290 Hermione's Suspicion
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Yi Yang Shi Ming Yue
The Potions classroom was full of mourners, Seamus Finnigan's face had been blackened long ago, and even his hairstyle had been changed several times.
Slughorn wandered around with great interest, and he wasn't annoyed that the students didn't make it, because it was an extremely complicated potion.
He had been a Potions professor for many years, and almost every year he asked the students to make a Potion of Living Hell in the first class of the NEWTs class.
But for so many years, there was only one student who really made a qualified Living Hell Potion in this class.
He still remembered that the Living Hell Potion made by that student back then was very good, one drop could kill a person.
He remembered that student for a long time, because this student had an unparalleled talent for potions.
The student later became the youngest potions professor ever and the youngest head of Slytherin house ever.
He's the master of potions, he's the master of the dark arts, he's a former Death Eater, he's the current Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, he's Severus Snape.
Among the group of students, Slughorn immediately saw Eli who was packing up his tools, and he looked calm and breezy, just like Snape back then.
He walked over to Eli, and found some potions still steaming quietly in Eli's cauldron.
Smelling the drowsy smell, Slughorn, who is a master of potions, recognized it immediately. This is a potion of living hell, and it is a very good potion of living hell.
"May I try it?" Slughorn said to Eli.
Eli nodded and said, "You are welcome." Eli glanced at Slughorn strangely from the corner of his eye. How should we try?Should I take a sip with my mouth?
Of course, as a master of potions, he would not do such a stupid thing. Slughorn took out a leaf and gently threw it into the pot.
The leaf fell into the decoction, and in an instant, it disappeared as if it had been burned to ashes.
The loose flesh on Slughorn's face tensed up: "Merlin's big pants, I can guarantee that just one drop can put everyone in the classroom to sleep!"
Everyone was attracted by Slughorn's exaggerated tone, and Neville raised his head in confusion: "Who wants to sleep me to death?"
Slughorn excitedly took out the tube of Felix Elixir from his pocket: "Since no one can brew the Potion of Living Hell faster and better than Mr. Hall, then this bottle of Felicia is Mr. Hall's It's over!"
Eli had a faint standard smile on his face the whole time, don't be six.
"Remember to make good use of it." Slughorn's face was all creases piled up, and he smiled naively, like a big chrysanthemum in full bloom.
Sparse applause resounded in the classroom. After all, no one would be in a good mood after losing such a magical prize.
Harry looked at the nearly finished potion in the cauldron, a little downcast.
He stroked the potions book, and although he didn't get the prize, he still realized the great value of the book.
He guessed that although the previous owner of this book was a second-killer Matt, he was also a second-killer Matt.
Based on those notes, as long as he studies hard, his level of potion cannot be poor.
Eli looked at Hermione with a resentful expression, not to mention how relieved he was.
Looking at the bastard who was making a fuss, Hermione really wanted to let him eat the pile of things in her cauldron.
"Hmph!" Hermione snorted unconvinced, and stubbornly began to cook again according to the content in the book.
Eli couldn't stand it anymore, and decided to give this silly girl a little thoughtful help.
"Look, when you handle sleepy beans, you just need to squeeze them with the side of the knife, so they won't run around, and the juice will come out more easily." Eli whispered in Hermione's ear.
Hermione frowned, why did this line sound so familiar?
"How do you know?" Hermione asked back, and she remembered that Harry seemed to have said that just now.
"I tried it myself." Eli was not loading coins, nor did he take credit for Snape.
Snape did teach Eli some methods of brewing potions, but the first time he used the method of pressing out the juice was to deal with the tubers of Aibo grass, and the others were nothing more than inferences.
But Eli's words were questioned by Hermione: "But that's what it says in the book..." She pointed to the passage in the book, "It needs to be cut with a knife."
Eli helped Hermione straighten her messy hair: "It's true what the book said, cutting with a knife can indeed produce juice, but the purpose of cutting with a knife is to obtain the juice of sleepy beans, so can only cutting with a knife produce juice? "
Eli spoke very patiently. He knew that Hermione's greatest strength was hard work, which was surprisingly hard work, but her shortcoming was also obvious, that is, she was too superstitious about books and lacked her own thinking.To put it bluntly, he's a bit of a nerd.
Hermione looked at the Sleepy Bean that had just been skimmed off by the knife not far away on the table, took it over, and tried to crush it with the knife. Sure enough, a lot of juice appeared all at once.
When it was dropped into the crucible, the reaction recorded in the book also occurred.
Hermione looked at the cauldron in surprise.
"Look, I'm right." Eli laughed.
Hermione pouted unconsciously: "Am I a bit stupid..."
"Where is it, if you are stupid, isn't Harry mentally retarded? You just read too many books, and your little head can't digest them all at once. As long as you give yourself a little time to think, isn't that easy?"
Looking at Hermione's lips, Eli would have gnawed on Hermione's lips if she was not still in class.
Hermione looked at Eli, who was speaking softly, and couldn't help but smile.
And Harry on the side, looking at the two of you and me, the knife in his hand was trembling.
At the end of the class, the students packed up their books one after another, and there was still a mess everywhere.
Hermione caught a glimpse of the book in Harry's hand.That book really stood out in front of those brand new books.
"What book are you talking about?" Hermione asked.
"This? It's the textbook." Harry said as he put the books in his bag.
"Show me." Hermione held out her hand.
"No." Harry didn't want to show it to Hermione, it was his secret, Hermione was already so powerful, wouldn't it be even better to see it, and she already had Eli.
Hermione raised her brows, "Let me see!" She was about to grab it, it was just a book, it was too suspicious for Harry to hide it like this.
Harry hurriedly defended the book: "Hermione doesn't want it..."
Although Harry couldn't compete with Ron, he was more than enough compared to Hermione. He twisted his buttocks and ran out with the book in his arms.
"This guy..." Hermione gritted her teeth, Harry, this guy has good things to eat alone!
The plastic sisterhood is vividly reflected, and the boat of good girlfriends will turn over as soon as they say it.
Slughorn wandered around with great interest, and he wasn't annoyed that the students didn't make it, because it was an extremely complicated potion.
He had been a Potions professor for many years, and almost every year he asked the students to make a Potion of Living Hell in the first class of the NEWTs class.
But for so many years, there was only one student who really made a qualified Living Hell Potion in this class.
He still remembered that the Living Hell Potion made by that student back then was very good, one drop could kill a person.
He remembered that student for a long time, because this student had an unparalleled talent for potions.
The student later became the youngest potions professor ever and the youngest head of Slytherin house ever.
He's the master of potions, he's the master of the dark arts, he's a former Death Eater, he's the current Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, he's Severus Snape.
Among the group of students, Slughorn immediately saw Eli who was packing up his tools, and he looked calm and breezy, just like Snape back then.
He walked over to Eli, and found some potions still steaming quietly in Eli's cauldron.
Smelling the drowsy smell, Slughorn, who is a master of potions, recognized it immediately. This is a potion of living hell, and it is a very good potion of living hell.
"May I try it?" Slughorn said to Eli.
Eli nodded and said, "You are welcome." Eli glanced at Slughorn strangely from the corner of his eye. How should we try?Should I take a sip with my mouth?
Of course, as a master of potions, he would not do such a stupid thing. Slughorn took out a leaf and gently threw it into the pot.
The leaf fell into the decoction, and in an instant, it disappeared as if it had been burned to ashes.
The loose flesh on Slughorn's face tensed up: "Merlin's big pants, I can guarantee that just one drop can put everyone in the classroom to sleep!"
Everyone was attracted by Slughorn's exaggerated tone, and Neville raised his head in confusion: "Who wants to sleep me to death?"
Slughorn excitedly took out the tube of Felix Elixir from his pocket: "Since no one can brew the Potion of Living Hell faster and better than Mr. Hall, then this bottle of Felicia is Mr. Hall's It's over!"
Eli had a faint standard smile on his face the whole time, don't be six.
"Remember to make good use of it." Slughorn's face was all creases piled up, and he smiled naively, like a big chrysanthemum in full bloom.
Sparse applause resounded in the classroom. After all, no one would be in a good mood after losing such a magical prize.
Harry looked at the nearly finished potion in the cauldron, a little downcast.
He stroked the potions book, and although he didn't get the prize, he still realized the great value of the book.
He guessed that although the previous owner of this book was a second-killer Matt, he was also a second-killer Matt.
Based on those notes, as long as he studies hard, his level of potion cannot be poor.
Eli looked at Hermione with a resentful expression, not to mention how relieved he was.
Looking at the bastard who was making a fuss, Hermione really wanted to let him eat the pile of things in her cauldron.
"Hmph!" Hermione snorted unconvinced, and stubbornly began to cook again according to the content in the book.
Eli couldn't stand it anymore, and decided to give this silly girl a little thoughtful help.
"Look, when you handle sleepy beans, you just need to squeeze them with the side of the knife, so they won't run around, and the juice will come out more easily." Eli whispered in Hermione's ear.
Hermione frowned, why did this line sound so familiar?
"How do you know?" Hermione asked back, and she remembered that Harry seemed to have said that just now.
"I tried it myself." Eli was not loading coins, nor did he take credit for Snape.
Snape did teach Eli some methods of brewing potions, but the first time he used the method of pressing out the juice was to deal with the tubers of Aibo grass, and the others were nothing more than inferences.
But Eli's words were questioned by Hermione: "But that's what it says in the book..." She pointed to the passage in the book, "It needs to be cut with a knife."
Eli helped Hermione straighten her messy hair: "It's true what the book said, cutting with a knife can indeed produce juice, but the purpose of cutting with a knife is to obtain the juice of sleepy beans, so can only cutting with a knife produce juice? "
Eli spoke very patiently. He knew that Hermione's greatest strength was hard work, which was surprisingly hard work, but her shortcoming was also obvious, that is, she was too superstitious about books and lacked her own thinking.To put it bluntly, he's a bit of a nerd.
Hermione looked at the Sleepy Bean that had just been skimmed off by the knife not far away on the table, took it over, and tried to crush it with the knife. Sure enough, a lot of juice appeared all at once.
When it was dropped into the crucible, the reaction recorded in the book also occurred.
Hermione looked at the cauldron in surprise.
"Look, I'm right." Eli laughed.
Hermione pouted unconsciously: "Am I a bit stupid..."
"Where is it, if you are stupid, isn't Harry mentally retarded? You just read too many books, and your little head can't digest them all at once. As long as you give yourself a little time to think, isn't that easy?"
Looking at Hermione's lips, Eli would have gnawed on Hermione's lips if she was not still in class.
Hermione looked at Eli, who was speaking softly, and couldn't help but smile.
And Harry on the side, looking at the two of you and me, the knife in his hand was trembling.
At the end of the class, the students packed up their books one after another, and there was still a mess everywhere.
Hermione caught a glimpse of the book in Harry's hand.That book really stood out in front of those brand new books.
"What book are you talking about?" Hermione asked.
"This? It's the textbook." Harry said as he put the books in his bag.
"Show me." Hermione held out her hand.
"No." Harry didn't want to show it to Hermione, it was his secret, Hermione was already so powerful, wouldn't it be even better to see it, and she already had Eli.
Hermione raised her brows, "Let me see!" She was about to grab it, it was just a book, it was too suspicious for Harry to hide it like this.
Harry hurriedly defended the book: "Hermione doesn't want it..."
Although Harry couldn't compete with Ron, he was more than enough compared to Hermione. He twisted his buttocks and ran out with the book in his arms.
"This guy..." Hermione gritted her teeth, Harry, this guy has good things to eat alone!
The plastic sisterhood is vividly reflected, and the boat of good girlfriends will turn over as soon as they say it.
