Chapter 541 The Water of Life
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Yun Yin Shen
Chapter 541 The Water of Life
Like the usual Potions class, when McGuffin and the others came here to sit down, the dungeon was already filled with steam and filled with a weird and greasy smell.
The long table in front of the podium was filled with crucibles of various sizes, and the potions inside were bubbling and splashing.
Small copper rods are automatically stirred in the crucible from time to time.
In addition, there is the long tunnel like a roller coaster... the slender and winding glass tube,
The blue and green potion liquid inside followed a series of mixing, burning, freezing, and extraction, and finally turned into a drop...a ββdrop...and poured into a crystal bottle the size of a finger.
It seems that this potion is very precious. McGuffin and the others have been in the classroom for so long, and only two drops of bright red, blood-like liquid have dropped.
Behind this glass pipe, there is also a small crucible, the medicine inside is splashing cheerfully, its color is like molten gold, and large drops of liquid are jumping on the surface, just like goldfish jumping out of the water.
It took a long time for Slughorn to rush into the classroom, thinking about his big belly.
From the opened door, the conversation in the classroom,
McGuffin had the feeling that the man Slughorn had just talked to wasβ
"Cedric Diggory? Is that so? I heard himβ¦" Ron whispered to Harry.
Many students heard it too, and everyone was whispering.
Seamus said with some disgust, "I've heard that Professor Slughorn is such a person..."
"Yeah, it seems that our new Hogwarts warrior has used his advantage." Ron said sourly.
"Okay, okay, okay." Slughorn saw that the students were a little restless now, and he also knew that his behavior just now caused some dissatisfaction among the students.
So he clapped his hands loudly, trying to save face for himself.
"I think you also saw who I was talking to just now. It just so happens that the content of our class is also related to this..."
"Today, I have prepared several extremely precious potions to open your eyes. Of course, some of them are prepared for the most grand event of this year. After all, the situation on the field is ever-changing. We can only guarantee the safety of the ten warriors from all aspects..."
"Some extremely useful, but rare and precious medicines will be provided to our warriors, allowing them to save their lives at critical moments..."
"I'm just offering some small, insignificant help here..."
Slughorn's voice seemed a little erratic and mysterious in the shadowy, misty, hot steam.
"The magic potion that helps is in my next question..."
"Now, who can tell us what these potions are?"
"Of course, it doesn't matter if you don't know. After all, even the students in the sixth grade improvement class can't recognize it."
Slughorn emerged from the mist, his chest thrust out, the buttons on his waistcoat almost torn off by the fat.
He waved his wand, and the white steam rolled and skimmed to both sides of the classroom, as if the tide or sea waves were automatically parting towards the two sides.
Then Slughorn pointed to the cauldron near the Slytherin table, which seemed to be bubbling with water.
"That little blond girl, are you going to answer?"
Slughorn called out to LS Malfoy.
"Sir, this is Veritaserum, a colorless, odorless potion that compels those who drink it to tell the truth," Malfoy said.
"Very good, very good." Slughorn nodded with satisfaction, "I remember you are a student of our academy... yes, yes..."
"De LS Malfoy!"
"Oh, Lucius' daughter! I remember... When you get old, you have a lot of forgetfulness! De LS, ask me to say hello to your father..."
"By the way, I seem to have heard that you are going to transfer to Demu Strong? Karkaroff's? Is that so?" Slughorn asked casually.
"It's nothing, it's just that my dad is a little bit stuck now, and wants me to say hello to Mr. Karkaroff!" De LS replied neither humble nor humble, which is a bit unlike her.
"Oh, that's it... I know that Karkaroff and your father are indeed in an old relationship..."
Slughorn's face was a little uncomfortable, he turned his head and immediately pointed to a cauldron near the wall.
The tumbling potion inside was like a puddle of egg whites that hadn't been whipped, thick and thick, and bubbling continuously, it looked very disgusting.
This time it's Hermione's turn to show her talents.
"Miss Granger! You answer..."
Obviously, this Muggle witch who often rushes to answer has been remembered by Slughorn.
"This is a wolf-smelling potion, a magical potion that can greatly enhance a wizard's senses...sense of smell, vision...a smell that can enable people to track several kilometers away, can enable people to have night vision in the dark, and has a certain degree of fitness plasticity...It's very old. There are rumors that [Wolf-smelling] is caused by unsuccessful wolf-smelling potions, and in [Wizard Weekly] in 1993, this potion-is considered the most difficult to swallow in the world...However, this thing is among most wizards... I don't know Why is it so popular? According to the [Witch Daily], wizards often use it to enhance their physical strength, it is said..."
"Ahem!" Slughorn coughed twice, interrupting Hermione's speech. "Perfect answer! I can't answer better. But don't talk about unnecessary rumors and things..."
"Is there such a thing? Who will answer..."
Slughorn pointed to another cauldron.
"It's a love potion!" Hermione answered again.
"this?"
"Compound Potion!"
"what about this?"
"Rejuvenating potion?" Hermione hesitated.
"That's right!" Slughorn was very happy, his big fleshy hands... rubbing his fat chin.
"Ha, that's great, not bad at all. Doesn't seem like it's going to bother you, Miss Granger?"
Slughorn saw that the students' attention was attracted by the series of questions...and the potions, so he walked to the desk calmly, "Then let me test you, Miss Granger..."
"What is this?" He pointed to the small black cauldron, which contained the liquid that looked like gold.
"Luck potion... just a small drop will bring you good luck!" said Hermione excitedly.
"very true."
"What about this?"
Slughorn pointed to the densely packed and twisted pipes in front of him... Finally, after a series of magical reactions, the bright red potion was extracted.
"This... I don't know!" Hermione hesitated for a long time, uttering these words with great difficulty.
Bang!
There was an extremely violent sound from Slytherin, and McGuffin and the others looked there, and DeLS Malfoy stood up suddenly, her eyes widened, with an expression of disbelief.
"Sir... this is!!"
"Oh, it seems that someone knows... No wonder, after all, it is the Malfoy family, a famous pure-blood family... It seems that your family's collection of books should record this aspect..."
"Then it's up to you to answer, de LS Malfoy!" said Slughorn.
Malfoy began to chant in an intoxicated, deep voice, "This is... the legendary water of life, one of the ingredients of the Philosopher's Stone, the recipe for the wine of immortality... the delicacy of the ancient Egyptian wizard Pharaoh..."
"I heard that no one can configure it, how is it possible!"
Professor Slughorn smiled complacently, his double chin trembling constantly, "It's not, it's not... Although this thing is difficult to configure, someone can configure it. In the entire magic world, only two or three potion masters in Europe can do all this..."
"...Professor Snape may also configure it, but after all, my success rate is still the highest, so Minister of Magic Fudge personally entrusted me to brew it..."
Seeing the extremely admiring gazes of the little wizards, Slughorn puffed up his big belly, and said ostentatiously, "This small bottle of potion is what the 'Top Ten Hegemony Committee' and the staff of the Ministry of Magic entrusted me to make..."
"It will eventually be distributed to each warrior, and it will save their lives at a critical moment...."
"Sir, I heard what my father said... this thing can not only save wizards who are fatally injured, but even a single drop can prolong people's lives..." Malfoy stared at the bottle of blood potion, his eyes were full of desire and greed.
"...Malfoy is right, this thing can indeed prolong people's lives. However, it is like a lucky potion... Small doses can delay death, but if the dose is too large, or used for a long time, it will cause harm. It is very toxic and addictive...it will turn wizards into monsters. It was originally a banned drug by the Ministry of Magic."
"This thing is extremely precious...People are often extremely ignorant. In ancient times...no, even now...many people would pay the price with their lives for it."
Slughorn said, shaking his head.
"Okay, okay... sit down, De LS!"
"Okay, don't worry about this. Let's start today's lesson? This time we are going to study the [Wolf Smelling Potion] that Miss Granger just mentioned. This is also a very effective potion...It is indeed very ancient, and originated from..."
"..."
"Okay, that's it. Next, you should make it yourself. Remember the pekoe on the forehead of the Siberian wolf... that's the key to the success of brewing this potion..."
Slughorn took the ingredients for the potion and personally brewed a pair of [Wolf Sniffing Potion], then began to instruct the students on the key points of preparing this potion.
At this moment, there was a knock on the door of the dungeon, interrupting all of McGuffin's train of thought.
βGeorge, and Fred.
The two squeezed into the classroom together and smiled at Harry.
Then he approached the classroom where Professor Rhys Lughorn was located, which was the podium.
"What is it?" Slughorn asked, smiling.
"Excuse me sir, we're taking Harry Potter to the Great Hall."
"what happened?"
"The committee has counted all the people who want to challenge the Big Four test, leaving only Harry and Lee Jordan who have not challenged. Mr. Barty Crouch wants to end this matter as soon as possible."
"Can't wait until get out of class is over?"
"Mr. Karkaroff, and the principals of other magic schools can't wait." The two said together.
"Harry? Why did you sign up without telling us? What do you want to do..." Ron asked Harry in surprise under the podium.
Hermione also stared at Harry puzzled.
"No, I didn't!" Harry quickly denied, waving his hands.
Then he seemed to remember something.
"Ron, that chaotic registration last time... Wasn't there some guy who called my name indiscriminately? It must have been at that time..."
"Oh, it does seem possible..."
After such a long time, Harry also understood that it was impossible for him to defeat the phantoms of the Big Four.
It wasn't his own name, Harry didn't want to be beaten up for no reason, but also to be admired by others, especially by Snape... So when he heard the news, he immediately stood up in a panic and said loudly, "Professor, that's not my registration... someone called my name, can I not go?"
"Impossible!"
A voice came from outside coldly, with a very strong taste of ridicule, even if he didn't need to hear it, Harry would know who it was...
A black-robed wizard walked in, with a hawk-nosed yellow face and greasy, messy hair.
Sure enough, it was Snape!
"As I said a few days ago, once you sign up, there is absolutely no chance of quitting. You have already signed a contract with the Goblet of Fire. You can either pass the test and become a warrior, or go to the duel arena and run away clutching your ass! Harry... let me see if your famous reputation will help you! Maybe the running posture... can stand out in Rita Skeeter's photo..."
There was a most sincere sneer on Snape's face.
"Okay, Harry Potter, hurry up and get your schoolbag... everything. Come on, and don't let other people wait for you to come!"
'Very well, this is a disgrace... in front of wizards all over the world. '
Desperately, Harry moved to the podium step by step, followed Snape and the others out of the dungeon, and headed towards the auditorium on the first floor.
After arriving in the hall, George and Fred exchanged looks, and then took advantage of Snape in front of him not paying attention, they came to Harry's side together, and handed a triangular amulet to Harry with winks,
"This will bless you and win next time." George whispered.
Fred let out a series of exaggerated coughs in unison.
Then, when Snape turned around and looked suspiciously at him, the two hurriedly separated from Harry and headed down the marble stairs.
After Snape looked at Harry suspiciously for a long time, he still led him into the auditorium, into the old classroom.
There are already five or six foreign magic school principals standing here, including Karkaroff, Mrs. Maxim, and Akinbad...;
There are ten other warriors (Krum, Cedric, Fleur, Chiko Morita...all are there); there are Professor McGonagall, Flitwick, Hagrid (who is secretly looking at Mrs. Maxim in a drunken way, not even noticing Harry's arrival...) and other Hogwarts professors; and employees of the Ministry of Magic Barty Crouch, Ludo Bagman...etc.
Of course, there will be Jordan Lee, who will be embarrassing with him for a while, this guy looks very excited, and he looks confident.
Neither Fudge nor Dumbledore, the two heavyweights, make an appearance.
Only Rita Skeeter and several photographers fiddled with cameras of various sizes.
'Come on, it's over now.Later, I have to find a better posture and fall out. ' thought Harry gloomily.
He even put the crude amulet that George had just given him around his neck for comfort, and made a random prayer to various gods in his heart.
"Okay, it's time for our hero to play!"
Snape was the first to single out Harry out of spite,
"Harry Potter...are you up to the challenge?"
In desperation, Harry could only nod.
Then Snape, Karkaroff, and Crouch raised their wands as before, and created the triangular burning duel field.
Surround Harry and the four phantoms.
(End of this chapter)
Like the usual Potions class, when McGuffin and the others came here to sit down, the dungeon was already filled with steam and filled with a weird and greasy smell.
The long table in front of the podium was filled with crucibles of various sizes, and the potions inside were bubbling and splashing.
Small copper rods are automatically stirred in the crucible from time to time.
In addition, there is the long tunnel like a roller coaster... the slender and winding glass tube,
The blue and green potion liquid inside followed a series of mixing, burning, freezing, and extraction, and finally turned into a drop...a ββdrop...and poured into a crystal bottle the size of a finger.
It seems that this potion is very precious. McGuffin and the others have been in the classroom for so long, and only two drops of bright red, blood-like liquid have dropped.
Behind this glass pipe, there is also a small crucible, the medicine inside is splashing cheerfully, its color is like molten gold, and large drops of liquid are jumping on the surface, just like goldfish jumping out of the water.
It took a long time for Slughorn to rush into the classroom, thinking about his big belly.
From the opened door, the conversation in the classroom,
McGuffin had the feeling that the man Slughorn had just talked to wasβ
"Cedric Diggory? Is that so? I heard himβ¦" Ron whispered to Harry.
Many students heard it too, and everyone was whispering.
Seamus said with some disgust, "I've heard that Professor Slughorn is such a person..."
"Yeah, it seems that our new Hogwarts warrior has used his advantage." Ron said sourly.
"Okay, okay, okay." Slughorn saw that the students were a little restless now, and he also knew that his behavior just now caused some dissatisfaction among the students.
So he clapped his hands loudly, trying to save face for himself.
"I think you also saw who I was talking to just now. It just so happens that the content of our class is also related to this..."
"Today, I have prepared several extremely precious potions to open your eyes. Of course, some of them are prepared for the most grand event of this year. After all, the situation on the field is ever-changing. We can only guarantee the safety of the ten warriors from all aspects..."
"Some extremely useful, but rare and precious medicines will be provided to our warriors, allowing them to save their lives at critical moments..."
"I'm just offering some small, insignificant help here..."
Slughorn's voice seemed a little erratic and mysterious in the shadowy, misty, hot steam.
"The magic potion that helps is in my next question..."
"Now, who can tell us what these potions are?"
"Of course, it doesn't matter if you don't know. After all, even the students in the sixth grade improvement class can't recognize it."
Slughorn emerged from the mist, his chest thrust out, the buttons on his waistcoat almost torn off by the fat.
He waved his wand, and the white steam rolled and skimmed to both sides of the classroom, as if the tide or sea waves were automatically parting towards the two sides.
Then Slughorn pointed to the cauldron near the Slytherin table, which seemed to be bubbling with water.
"That little blond girl, are you going to answer?"
Slughorn called out to LS Malfoy.
"Sir, this is Veritaserum, a colorless, odorless potion that compels those who drink it to tell the truth," Malfoy said.
"Very good, very good." Slughorn nodded with satisfaction, "I remember you are a student of our academy... yes, yes..."
"De LS Malfoy!"
"Oh, Lucius' daughter! I remember... When you get old, you have a lot of forgetfulness! De LS, ask me to say hello to your father..."
"By the way, I seem to have heard that you are going to transfer to Demu Strong? Karkaroff's? Is that so?" Slughorn asked casually.
"It's nothing, it's just that my dad is a little bit stuck now, and wants me to say hello to Mr. Karkaroff!" De LS replied neither humble nor humble, which is a bit unlike her.
"Oh, that's it... I know that Karkaroff and your father are indeed in an old relationship..."
Slughorn's face was a little uncomfortable, he turned his head and immediately pointed to a cauldron near the wall.
The tumbling potion inside was like a puddle of egg whites that hadn't been whipped, thick and thick, and bubbling continuously, it looked very disgusting.
This time it's Hermione's turn to show her talents.
"Miss Granger! You answer..."
Obviously, this Muggle witch who often rushes to answer has been remembered by Slughorn.
"This is a wolf-smelling potion, a magical potion that can greatly enhance a wizard's senses...sense of smell, vision...a smell that can enable people to track several kilometers away, can enable people to have night vision in the dark, and has a certain degree of fitness plasticity...It's very old. There are rumors that [Wolf-smelling] is caused by unsuccessful wolf-smelling potions, and in [Wizard Weekly] in 1993, this potion-is considered the most difficult to swallow in the world...However, this thing is among most wizards... I don't know Why is it so popular? According to the [Witch Daily], wizards often use it to enhance their physical strength, it is said..."
"Ahem!" Slughorn coughed twice, interrupting Hermione's speech. "Perfect answer! I can't answer better. But don't talk about unnecessary rumors and things..."
"Is there such a thing? Who will answer..."
Slughorn pointed to another cauldron.
"It's a love potion!" Hermione answered again.
"this?"
"Compound Potion!"
"what about this?"
"Rejuvenating potion?" Hermione hesitated.
"That's right!" Slughorn was very happy, his big fleshy hands... rubbing his fat chin.
"Ha, that's great, not bad at all. Doesn't seem like it's going to bother you, Miss Granger?"
Slughorn saw that the students' attention was attracted by the series of questions...and the potions, so he walked to the desk calmly, "Then let me test you, Miss Granger..."
"What is this?" He pointed to the small black cauldron, which contained the liquid that looked like gold.
"Luck potion... just a small drop will bring you good luck!" said Hermione excitedly.
"very true."
"What about this?"
Slughorn pointed to the densely packed and twisted pipes in front of him... Finally, after a series of magical reactions, the bright red potion was extracted.
"This... I don't know!" Hermione hesitated for a long time, uttering these words with great difficulty.
Bang!
There was an extremely violent sound from Slytherin, and McGuffin and the others looked there, and DeLS Malfoy stood up suddenly, her eyes widened, with an expression of disbelief.
"Sir... this is!!"
"Oh, it seems that someone knows... No wonder, after all, it is the Malfoy family, a famous pure-blood family... It seems that your family's collection of books should record this aspect..."
"Then it's up to you to answer, de LS Malfoy!" said Slughorn.
Malfoy began to chant in an intoxicated, deep voice, "This is... the legendary water of life, one of the ingredients of the Philosopher's Stone, the recipe for the wine of immortality... the delicacy of the ancient Egyptian wizard Pharaoh..."
"I heard that no one can configure it, how is it possible!"
Professor Slughorn smiled complacently, his double chin trembling constantly, "It's not, it's not... Although this thing is difficult to configure, someone can configure it. In the entire magic world, only two or three potion masters in Europe can do all this..."
"...Professor Snape may also configure it, but after all, my success rate is still the highest, so Minister of Magic Fudge personally entrusted me to brew it..."
Seeing the extremely admiring gazes of the little wizards, Slughorn puffed up his big belly, and said ostentatiously, "This small bottle of potion is what the 'Top Ten Hegemony Committee' and the staff of the Ministry of Magic entrusted me to make..."
"It will eventually be distributed to each warrior, and it will save their lives at a critical moment...."
"Sir, I heard what my father said... this thing can not only save wizards who are fatally injured, but even a single drop can prolong people's lives..." Malfoy stared at the bottle of blood potion, his eyes were full of desire and greed.
"...Malfoy is right, this thing can indeed prolong people's lives. However, it is like a lucky potion... Small doses can delay death, but if the dose is too large, or used for a long time, it will cause harm. It is very toxic and addictive...it will turn wizards into monsters. It was originally a banned drug by the Ministry of Magic."
"This thing is extremely precious...People are often extremely ignorant. In ancient times...no, even now...many people would pay the price with their lives for it."
Slughorn said, shaking his head.
"Okay, okay... sit down, De LS!"
"Okay, don't worry about this. Let's start today's lesson? This time we are going to study the [Wolf Smelling Potion] that Miss Granger just mentioned. This is also a very effective potion...It is indeed very ancient, and originated from..."
"..."
"Okay, that's it. Next, you should make it yourself. Remember the pekoe on the forehead of the Siberian wolf... that's the key to the success of brewing this potion..."
Slughorn took the ingredients for the potion and personally brewed a pair of [Wolf Sniffing Potion], then began to instruct the students on the key points of preparing this potion.
At this moment, there was a knock on the door of the dungeon, interrupting all of McGuffin's train of thought.
βGeorge, and Fred.
The two squeezed into the classroom together and smiled at Harry.
Then he approached the classroom where Professor Rhys Lughorn was located, which was the podium.
"What is it?" Slughorn asked, smiling.
"Excuse me sir, we're taking Harry Potter to the Great Hall."
"what happened?"
"The committee has counted all the people who want to challenge the Big Four test, leaving only Harry and Lee Jordan who have not challenged. Mr. Barty Crouch wants to end this matter as soon as possible."
"Can't wait until get out of class is over?"
"Mr. Karkaroff, and the principals of other magic schools can't wait." The two said together.
"Harry? Why did you sign up without telling us? What do you want to do..." Ron asked Harry in surprise under the podium.
Hermione also stared at Harry puzzled.
"No, I didn't!" Harry quickly denied, waving his hands.
Then he seemed to remember something.
"Ron, that chaotic registration last time... Wasn't there some guy who called my name indiscriminately? It must have been at that time..."
"Oh, it does seem possible..."
After such a long time, Harry also understood that it was impossible for him to defeat the phantoms of the Big Four.
It wasn't his own name, Harry didn't want to be beaten up for no reason, but also to be admired by others, especially by Snape... So when he heard the news, he immediately stood up in a panic and said loudly, "Professor, that's not my registration... someone called my name, can I not go?"
"Impossible!"
A voice came from outside coldly, with a very strong taste of ridicule, even if he didn't need to hear it, Harry would know who it was...
A black-robed wizard walked in, with a hawk-nosed yellow face and greasy, messy hair.
Sure enough, it was Snape!
"As I said a few days ago, once you sign up, there is absolutely no chance of quitting. You have already signed a contract with the Goblet of Fire. You can either pass the test and become a warrior, or go to the duel arena and run away clutching your ass! Harry... let me see if your famous reputation will help you! Maybe the running posture... can stand out in Rita Skeeter's photo..."
There was a most sincere sneer on Snape's face.
"Okay, Harry Potter, hurry up and get your schoolbag... everything. Come on, and don't let other people wait for you to come!"
'Very well, this is a disgrace... in front of wizards all over the world. '
Desperately, Harry moved to the podium step by step, followed Snape and the others out of the dungeon, and headed towards the auditorium on the first floor.
After arriving in the hall, George and Fred exchanged looks, and then took advantage of Snape in front of him not paying attention, they came to Harry's side together, and handed a triangular amulet to Harry with winks,
"This will bless you and win next time." George whispered.
Fred let out a series of exaggerated coughs in unison.
Then, when Snape turned around and looked suspiciously at him, the two hurriedly separated from Harry and headed down the marble stairs.
After Snape looked at Harry suspiciously for a long time, he still led him into the auditorium, into the old classroom.
There are already five or six foreign magic school principals standing here, including Karkaroff, Mrs. Maxim, and Akinbad...;
There are ten other warriors (Krum, Cedric, Fleur, Chiko Morita...all are there); there are Professor McGonagall, Flitwick, Hagrid (who is secretly looking at Mrs. Maxim in a drunken way, not even noticing Harry's arrival...) and other Hogwarts professors; and employees of the Ministry of Magic Barty Crouch, Ludo Bagman...etc.
Of course, there will be Jordan Lee, who will be embarrassing with him for a while, this guy looks very excited, and he looks confident.
Neither Fudge nor Dumbledore, the two heavyweights, make an appearance.
Only Rita Skeeter and several photographers fiddled with cameras of various sizes.
'Come on, it's over now.Later, I have to find a better posture and fall out. ' thought Harry gloomily.
He even put the crude amulet that George had just given him around his neck for comfort, and made a random prayer to various gods in his heart.
"Okay, it's time for our hero to play!"
Snape was the first to single out Harry out of spite,
"Harry Potter...are you up to the challenge?"
In desperation, Harry could only nod.
Then Snape, Karkaroff, and Crouch raised their wands as before, and created the triangular burning duel field.
Surround Harry and the four phantoms.
(End of this chapter)
