Chapter 434 The Strongest Doorman in History
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
"Hermione Granger, Professor."
As soon as he heard Hermione's name, Slughorn immediately thought of the founder of the Extraordinary Apothecaries Association, also surnamed Granger.
So he was very interested in asking about the relationship between the two.
Unfortunately, the two Grangers are not related.
A Muggle family, a wizarding family.
Slughorn, as he said himself, had no prejudice against Hermione.
On the contrary, he had a smile on his face, and he didn't feel displeased because he had just identified the wrong relative.
"By the way, 'I have a good friend who's also Muggle-born and she's got one of the best grades in the year' I'm pretty sure that's the friend you're talking about, Harry?"
"Yes, Professor," said Harry.
Apparently, Slughorn also wanted to increase his 'collection'.
"Very well, very well, add twenty points to Miss Greengrass of Slytherin, and likewise, twenty points to the excellent Miss Granger." Slughorn said kindly.
He shot generously, making this place seem to be the home of girls.
Slughorn said, grinning, "Of course, love potions don't really create love."
"Love is impossible to manufacture or imitate. This potion can only lead to intense obsession or infatuation. This is probably the most dangerous and powerful potion in this classroom."
Slughorn said, seeing the craning-necked students, he put the lid back on.
Those fascinating flavors are gone.
"Now, we should start the class." Slughorn deliberately didn't talk about the fourth cauldron, making people more curious.
Ernie McMillan is a curious baby. He pointed to the last black cauldron and said, "Professor, you haven't told us what's in it?"
The black crucible had a very good appearance, the medicine splashed cheerfully, the color was like molten gold, and there were big drops of liquid jumping on the surface.
Like a goldfish, not a single drop spilled out.
Slughorn saw that his little thoughts were discovered, and he also achieved his goal of whetting his appetite.
"By the way, I haven't said that yet." Slughorn asked with a smile, "Who knows?"
This time, besides the two girls, there was an extra hand.
Slughorn looked over and said unexpectedly, "Malfoy."
Harry felt incredible, Malfoy knew this thing?
Malfoy said proudly, "That's the Elixir of Felicity."
"It's surprising," said Slughorn, too, "I want to ask where you saw this thing?"
"Ahem, John has had it." Malfoy coughed to cover up his embarrassment.
"Unbelievable," Slughorn's eyes widened. "As far as I know, there is no ready-made Felicity Elixir on the market. He made it himself?"
"Yes," Malfoy said, nodding, "he made it and told me it was a lucky potion."
"I should have known that great things seemed so normal to him," Slughorn said excitedly. "I'm not surprised that he can refine."
It takes a lot of time to refine the Felix Elixir. Apart from refining it in the second grade, John made it a second time in the fourth grade.
"Good answer, 10 points for Slytherin."
Slughorn gives Slytherin 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 it's brewed successfully, it will be like in this crucible, and you'll find that whatever you do will work, at least until the potion wears off."
Ravenclaw's Terry Boot asked eagerly: "Then why don't people drink it all day long?"
Slughorn didn't answer, but said to Malfoy, "Can you tell me the consequences of overdose, Malfoy?"
"In excess, it can lead to dizziness, recklessness and dangerous megalomania," Malfoy said.
"Very good, very good!" Slughorn added points to Slytherin again.
The points deducted from Defense Against the Dark Arts today were added back in the afternoon.
After that, it was a simple chat. Slughorn had used Felicia twice in his life, and those two days were also the happiest two days he had.
After the students' interest was aroused, he took out a small bottle of Felicia, "This bottle of Felicia is a prize for this class."
After knowing the effect, the students were short of breath and stared at the small bottle one by one.
That's what Slughorn set out to achieve, starting his own classroom practice.
"Please turn to the tenth page of "Advanced 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 Felicia."
After he announced the start, the students all moved.
Daphne approached Malfoy and asked, "How do you know the consequences of taking too much Felicia?"
Malfoy didn't care at all and said, "Remember in the second grade, John just drank too much Felicia, so he went directly to Snape's office to drink the poison."
Daphne was taken by the Tom Riddle notes at the time, so not too sure.
But Malfoy told John's dark history, isn't he afraid of being settled by Qiuhou?
...
John went to look for Hagrid, ready to ask for some materials.
When he reached Hagrid's cabin, John stopped silently.
An old man was in front of him, to be precise, he opened the door in 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, "By the way, I remembered, you seem to have stayed in school."
"Yeah, Horace is worried about people outside the school," said Dumbledore. "Perhaps an old fool would be a good choice."
"John, are you here?" Hagrid heard the movement.
He said pleasantly: "You don't know, Professor Dumbledore stayed at the school and became the gatekeeper. It's amazing, right?"
"It's really great," John said blankly, "Hogwarts is honored to be the greatest wizard gatekeeper of this century."
The gatekeeper, commonly known as the gatekeeper.
Except for the old man, Dumbledore is not worthy of Dumbledore, even if the door is made of gold.
"Hagrid, I'd like some material for a toy."
Hagrid immediately remembered John's words, just said in the morning, and came in the afternoon.
This efficiency is worthy of John.
He ran to the Forbidden Forest to find materials.
That leaves John and Dumbledore here.
John glanced at Dumbledore's scorched beard and said, "I thought you were going to chase Grindelwald out, Dumbledore?"
"Please don't be so on guard," Dumbledore shook his head and said calmly, "We need to protect the school."
"School? Are you sure it's not Harry?" John sneered, "What are you thinking, Dumbledore."
Dumbledore's eyes behind half-moon lenses were deep, "Same question, John."
"Want to talk about the consequences of those taboos again?" John said coldly, "Slytherin's indifference to certain things, you are clear."
"If you are really free, you can go find him and have a big fight like 1945 with him."
John sighed, "Dumbledore, I always thought you were the greatest wizard of this century, but unfortunately, you will only hinder me in this matter."
Dumbledore shook his head and said, "I trust you."
"I'm going to disappoint you." John didn't show face.
Dumbledore blinked, and pointed to his head with his finger, "The foolish old man also has the methods of fools."
John took a deep breath, this man couldn't beat him, he couldn't get on top.
Even without the Elder Wand, Dumbledore is still the most powerful wizard in the world.
He still couldn't help cursing secretly: "Old fox."
Hagrid came back with materials.
John took the things and left, he didn't want to stay with Dumbledore for a moment.
...
Harry also wanted the Felicity Elixir, which would make people lucky.
He opened the book Advanced Potion-Making, which was irritatingly scribbled here and there by the previous owner.
It made the blank space on the book as dark as the place where the potion was printed.
Harry looked down at the ingredients of the potion.
Every student kept looking around, even Daphne and Hermione were comparing books.
Steam filled the classroom.
As Harry processed the material, he saw a line of notes from the previous owner.
"Squeeze with the side of a silver knife, it's easier to get juice than slice."
Harry tried for a long time but couldn't get Sleepy Bean, so he decided to give it a try.
As a result, he glanced at the book, and there was a line of different handwriting next to that line of notes.
"Twisting the drowsy grass rhizome by hand has the same effect. Adding an extra drop to the cauldron can strengthen the effect of the decoction."
...
As soon as he heard Hermione's name, Slughorn immediately thought of the founder of the Extraordinary Apothecaries Association, also surnamed Granger.
So he was very interested in asking about the relationship between the two.
Unfortunately, the two Grangers are not related.
A Muggle family, a wizarding family.
Slughorn, as he said himself, had no prejudice against Hermione.
On the contrary, he had a smile on his face, and he didn't feel displeased because he had just identified the wrong relative.
"By the way, 'I have a good friend who's also Muggle-born and she's got one of the best grades in the year' I'm pretty sure that's the friend you're talking about, Harry?"
"Yes, Professor," said Harry.
Apparently, Slughorn also wanted to increase his 'collection'.
"Very well, very well, add twenty points to Miss Greengrass of Slytherin, and likewise, twenty points to the excellent Miss Granger." Slughorn said kindly.
He shot generously, making this place seem to be the home of girls.
Slughorn said, grinning, "Of course, love potions don't really create love."
"Love is impossible to manufacture or imitate. This potion can only lead to intense obsession or infatuation. This is probably the most dangerous and powerful potion in this classroom."
Slughorn said, seeing the craning-necked students, he put the lid back on.
Those fascinating flavors are gone.
"Now, we should start the class." Slughorn deliberately didn't talk about the fourth cauldron, making people more curious.
Ernie McMillan is a curious baby. He pointed to the last black cauldron and said, "Professor, you haven't told us what's in it?"
The black crucible had a very good appearance, the medicine splashed cheerfully, the color was like molten gold, and there were big drops of liquid jumping on the surface.
Like a goldfish, not a single drop spilled out.
Slughorn saw that his little thoughts were discovered, and he also achieved his goal of whetting his appetite.
"By the way, I haven't said that yet." Slughorn asked with a smile, "Who knows?"
This time, besides the two girls, there was an extra hand.
Slughorn looked over and said unexpectedly, "Malfoy."
Harry felt incredible, Malfoy knew this thing?
Malfoy said proudly, "That's the Elixir of Felicity."
"It's surprising," said Slughorn, too, "I want to ask where you saw this thing?"
"Ahem, John has had it." Malfoy coughed to cover up his embarrassment.
"Unbelievable," Slughorn's eyes widened. "As far as I know, there is no ready-made Felicity Elixir on the market. He made it himself?"
"Yes," Malfoy said, nodding, "he made it and told me it was a lucky potion."
"I should have known that great things seemed so normal to him," Slughorn said excitedly. "I'm not surprised that he can refine."
It takes a lot of time to refine the Felix Elixir. Apart from refining it in the second grade, John made it a second time in the fourth grade.
"Good answer, 10 points for Slytherin."
Slughorn gives Slytherin 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 it's brewed successfully, it will be like in this crucible, and you'll find that whatever you do will work, at least until the potion wears off."
Ravenclaw's Terry Boot asked eagerly: "Then why don't people drink it all day long?"
Slughorn didn't answer, but said to Malfoy, "Can you tell me the consequences of overdose, Malfoy?"
"In excess, it can lead to dizziness, recklessness and dangerous megalomania," Malfoy said.
"Very good, very good!" Slughorn added points to Slytherin again.
The points deducted from Defense Against the Dark Arts today were added back in the afternoon.
After that, it was a simple chat. Slughorn had used Felicia twice in his life, and those two days were also the happiest two days he had.
After the students' interest was aroused, he took out a small bottle of Felicia, "This bottle of Felicia is a prize for this class."
After knowing the effect, the students were short of breath and stared at the small bottle one by one.
That's what Slughorn set out to achieve, starting his own classroom practice.
"Please turn to the tenth page of "Advanced 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 Felicia."
After he announced the start, the students all moved.
Daphne approached Malfoy and asked, "How do you know the consequences of taking too much Felicia?"
Malfoy didn't care at all and said, "Remember in the second grade, John just drank too much Felicia, so he went directly to Snape's office to drink the poison."
Daphne was taken by the Tom Riddle notes at the time, so not too sure.
But Malfoy told John's dark history, isn't he afraid of being settled by Qiuhou?
...
John went to look for Hagrid, ready to ask for some materials.
When he reached Hagrid's cabin, John stopped silently.
An old man was in front of him, to be precise, he opened the door in 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, "By the way, I remembered, you seem to have stayed in school."
"Yeah, Horace is worried about people outside the school," said Dumbledore. "Perhaps an old fool would be a good choice."
"John, are you here?" Hagrid heard the movement.
He said pleasantly: "You don't know, Professor Dumbledore stayed at the school and became the gatekeeper. It's amazing, right?"
"It's really great," John said blankly, "Hogwarts is honored to be the greatest wizard gatekeeper of this century."
The gatekeeper, commonly known as the gatekeeper.
Except for the old man, Dumbledore is not worthy of Dumbledore, even if the door is made of gold.
"Hagrid, I'd like some material for a toy."
Hagrid immediately remembered John's words, just said in the morning, and came in the afternoon.
This efficiency is worthy of John.
He ran to the Forbidden Forest to find materials.
That leaves John and Dumbledore here.
John glanced at Dumbledore's scorched beard and said, "I thought you were going to chase Grindelwald out, Dumbledore?"
"Please don't be so on guard," Dumbledore shook his head and said calmly, "We need to protect the school."
"School? Are you sure it's not Harry?" John sneered, "What are you thinking, Dumbledore."
Dumbledore's eyes behind half-moon lenses were deep, "Same question, John."
"Want to talk about the consequences of those taboos again?" John said coldly, "Slytherin's indifference to certain things, you are clear."
"If you are really free, you can go find him and have a big fight like 1945 with him."
John sighed, "Dumbledore, I always thought you were the greatest wizard of this century, but unfortunately, you will only hinder me in this matter."
Dumbledore shook his head and said, "I trust you."
"I'm going to disappoint you." John didn't show face.
Dumbledore blinked, and pointed to his head with his finger, "The foolish old man also has the methods of fools."
John took a deep breath, this man couldn't beat him, he couldn't get on top.
Even without the Elder Wand, Dumbledore is still the most powerful wizard in the world.
He still couldn't help cursing secretly: "Old fox."
Hagrid came back with materials.
John took the things and left, he didn't want to stay with Dumbledore for a moment.
...
Harry also wanted the Felicity Elixir, which would make people lucky.
He opened the book Advanced Potion-Making, which was irritatingly scribbled here and there by the previous owner.
It made the blank space on the book as dark as the place where the potion was printed.
Harry looked down at the ingredients of the potion.
Every student kept looking around, even Daphne and Hermione were comparing books.
Steam filled the classroom.
As Harry processed the material, he saw a line of notes from the previous owner.
"Squeeze with the side of a silver knife, it's easier to get juice than slice."
Harry tried for a long time but couldn't get Sleepy Bean, so he decided to give it a try.
As a result, he glanced at the book, and there was a line of different handwriting next to that line of notes.
"Twisting the drowsy grass rhizome by hand has the same effect. Adding an extra drop to the cauldron can strengthen the effect of the decoction."
...
