HP Magic Biography

A vial of Felicia Felix, Slughorn said emphatically, and he drew a small corked glass vial from his pocket, and showed it to all. That's enough for 2 hours of good luck. From dawn to dusk, everything you want to do will be good luck.

Fan Lin nodded. According to Slughorn's temperament, naturally, he will show his best side to everyone when he comes up, so as to improve his own position. gimmick.

This thing is not common, it can be said to be rare. After all, at some point, a bottle of Felicia is enough to change the fate of the user, and now it seems that both Harry and Malfoy need this thing very much.

Fan Lin looked down at the textbooks on the table again, and he had already put the one he pulled out that looked like a notebook in front of Harry.

If he had obtained Snape's potion note in the first place, then obviously, Harry would follow the note's guidance and finally get the small bottle of Felicia.

If you keep holding it, obviously, it's of no use.

In fact, as Slughorn said, Felicia is not a precious thing, excessive dependence will produce very bad results, and the work done by Fan Lin, whether it is the confrontation with the Death Eaters, Or the study of alchemy.

Coincidence cannot solve all problems, and the duration of the effect of Felicia is not long enough for Fan Lin to complete the entire work or research to be carried out.

But Harry is different. If Dumbledore is training Harry, at some juncture, Felicia still has a great effect.

Slughorn was still immersed in the pride of making Felicia. Fortunately, the professor soon sobered up and resumed his own work.

Now, I must warn you that Felix is ​​a banned substance in organized competitions...such as sporting events, exams or elections. So our winner can only use it on a normal day... …and wait to see how this ordinary day becomes extraordinary!

So, said Slughau, suddenly brisk, how are you going to win this incredible prize? Well, turn to page ten of Advanced Potion Preparation. We have a little over an hour left, You guys have to make a decent potion of death during this time. I know it's more complicated than anything you've ever made, and I don't expect to get a perfect potion from anyone. But, best done The person who will win this Felicity Elixir. Let's get started!

With a single command, everyone pulled the cauldron towards them, which made a harsh grinding sound on the table, and there were several muffled noises as weights were added to the balance, but no one said a word. The classroom is full of visible and tangible focus.

Fan Lin saw Malfoy flipping through his Advanced Potion Preparation excitedly. It couldn't be more obvious that Malfoy wanted to have that lucky day.

As for the reason, Fan Lin probably knew it well.

After all, not everyone can accomplish the task of assassinating Dumbledore.

In fact, Voldemort's original intention was to punish the Malfoy family, but Draco was still in the dark.

It's very deceiving.

Honor, status, and the Dark Lord's trust.

Especially born in a Death Eater family, as a pure-blood nobleman, the Dark Lord now represents eternal glory.

This is not difficult to understand.

The young and vigorous Draco was complacent because of Voldemort's trust, even Fanlin was no exception, because of Hermione's tenderness...

Probably the same concept.

Judging from Draco's state, it is obvious that completing the Dark Lord's mission is the highest order, and Draco will do everything possible for this.

Now Draco does not lack courage, what is lacking now is just an opportunity, and Felicia Felix can help Draco do this, naturally, this small bottle of potion Draco does not want to give up.

This is probably the state of not waking up.

let us start.

As Fan Lin said, he picked up the two books first, at least on the surface there was no difference, they were all the same shabby,

Fan Lin deliberately placed the book with notes in front of Harry, I think this reward is not bad.

Simply fantastic, said Ron, grabbing the book in his hands and opening it for his work.

Harry then bent down to read the battered old book that Slughorn had lent him.

And he was annoyed to find that the book's old owner had scribbled all over every page, and the margins were as black as if they had been printed. He can only get closer to identify the recipe (even here, the book's old owner has written notes all over it, and crossed out parts of it), and scrambles to the locker to find the ingredients he needs.

When Harry rushed back to his cauldron, Malfoy was already cutting valerian roots as fast as he could.

This made him a big step behind the others, and Fan Lin unhurriedly put everything on the table.

Fanlin had prepared the water of life and death before. According to the method in the book, it is obviously not possible to complete a nearly perfect water of life and death in an hour, but Fan Lin really wanted to see what Snape did, that is, haha profitable approach.

Everyone glanced up at everyone else's progress from time to time; this was both a strength and a weakness of Potions, and it was difficult to keep one's work private.

Within ten minutes, the classroom was filled with blue steam.

Hermione, unsurprisingly, seemed to be the fastest.

Her potion already resembles a homogeneous, blackcurrant-colored liquid, which is exactly what the book calls an ideal half-finished product.

And Fan Lin's potion was almost evenly mixed, and because of the ingredients, Harry had only just started preparing the ingredients.

After cutting the roots, Harry bent down to read again.

It annoyed Harry to have to make out the instructions in the stupid scribbles of the book's old owner. The man, for some reason, disagreed with the order in which the Sleeping Beans should be cut, and instead wrote another instruction: Grind them with the smooth side of a silver knife, squeezing out the juice is better than cutting them out.

Harry looked up at the people around him. He remembered that Sleeping Beans should have been chopped, at least Fan Lin was so...

Professor, I suppose you know my grandfather, Abraxas Malfoy? Harry looked up. Slughorn was passing the Slytherin table.

Yeah, said Slughorn, without looking at Malfoy, I'm sorry to hear he's dead, but of course it's not a big surprise, at his age with dragon pox...

He walks away. Harry snickered as he leaned over the cauldron. He knew that Malfoy would want to be treated like Harry and Zabini; maybe even dream of the kind of preferential treatment that Snape gave him.

But it seems that if he wants to win the bottle of Felicia, he has to rely on real skills. Sleeping beans are indeed very difficult to cut. Harry turned to Hermione.

May I borrow your silver pocket knife?

Hermione nodded impatiently, keeping her eyes on her potion. It was still dark purple, but according to the book, it should be light lilac now.

Harry crushed the beans with the side of the knife. To his surprise, the beans immediately oozed so much juice that he wondered if the wrinkled beans could hold that much juice.

He quickly shoveled them all into the cauldron, and he was surprised to find that the potion immediately turned into the light lilac color described in the textbook. His annoyance at the book's old owner vanished immediately.

Harry squinted at the next line of instructions in the book. According to the textbook, he had to stir the potion counterclockwise until it became clear and transparent.

But according to the notes of the old owner of the book, he should add one clockwise stirring after every seven counterclockwise stirrings.

Could the old master be right again? Harry stirred counterclockwise, breathlessly, then clockwise. It worked quickly! The medicine turned into a very light pink.

How do you do it? asked Hermione, flushed and her hair growing thicker in the smoke from the cauldron; her potion was still clinging to purple.

One more clockwise stirring—

No, no, the book says it is counterclockwise! She interrupted him abruptly. Harry shrugged, and went about his way. Seven counterclockwise, one clockwise, pause... seven counterclockwise, one clockwise...

Fan Lin looked at Harry's operation, and it was obvious that it was Snape's notes, and judging by the effect...

Looking at his purple cauldron, it was obvious that Snape didn't pay much attention to teaching him about potion operation. According to his usual experience, it would take at least ten minutes to become a potion. The desired color in the book.

On the other side of the table, Ron was cursing fluently under his breath, and his potion looked like a licorice root potion.

Fan Lin glanced around, no one's potion could become as light as Harry's.

Evidently, Harry had noticed this too, and he felt very proud that this had never happened before in the dungeon.

Involuntarily, Harry smiled at Fan Lin, this was the first time, and it was in Potions class...

Time . . .! cried Slughorn. Please stop stirring!

Slughorn moved slowly between the desks, examining each cauldron. He made no comment, only occasionally stirred the potion or sniffed it. Finally, he came to the table where Fan Lin and the others were sitting.

He smiled wryly at what was boiled down to pitch in Ron's cauldron. Quickly glanced at Ernie's navy blue concoction again, nodding in satisfaction at Hermione's potion.

Similar to Hermione, Fan Lin's potion can't be better than Hermione's according to the normal configuration procedure in the book.

Naturally, Slughorn only expressed satisfaction with Fan Lin's potion, saying that everything was within his expectations.

Then he saw Harry's, a smile of surprise and surprise on his face.

The undisputed winner! he shouted to the entire dungeon. Wonderful, wonderful, Harry! My goodness, it's clear you've inherited your mother's talents. She's a master of potions, and Lily is! Here, then, here - a bottle of Felicia Elixir, as promised, use it well!

Harry stuffed the small bottle of golden liquid into his inner pocket with mixed feelings. On the one hand, he was happy to see the fury on the faces of the Slytherin students, and on the other hand, he felt a little guilty when he saw Hermione's regretful expression. . And Ron was just dumbfounded.

How did you do that? he asked Harry quietly as they left the dungeon.

Lucky, I guess, said Harry, because Malfoy might still hear it. Harry didn't feel comfortable telling them until they were safely seated at the Gryffindor table for dinner. As Harry told, Hermione's complexion became more and more livid.

I guess you think I'm cheating? He finished, annoyed by Hermione's look.

Well, that's not something you came up with, is it? the girl said stiffly.

He just followed another operating instructions different from ours, Fan Lin said comfortingly. It could end badly, can't it? But he took the risk, and it paid off.

Besides, this is not a dangerous thing. The potion itself needs continuous improvement, isn't it? And Harry just changed the steps of stirring... Fan Lin said, trying to keep the girl from getting too entangled in this matter. matter.

Ron sighed.

Slughorn could have given me the book too, but no, the one I got had no one writing on it. Except page 52 looks vomited, but—

Wait, came a voice from Harry's left ear, and he suddenly smelled a floral scent that he had also smelled in Slughorn's dungeon. So Harry turned to see Ginny sitting up.

Did I hear you right? You're carrying out orders written in a book, Harry? She looked alert and angry. Harry understood immediately what she was thinking.

It's nothing. He lowered his voice and said reassuringly. It's not like that, you know, Riddle's diary. It's just an old textbook that's been scribbled on.

But you're doing what it says?

I just tried some of the little hints in the margins, and to be honest, Ginny, it's nothing unusual—

Ginny got to the point, Hermione snapped up. We should check to see if there's anything wrong. I mean, with all those weird notes, who knows?

Hermione is right, Harry, maybe we should be more careful. Fan Lin said, However, this is just a simple magic.

How? Harry said, and put the book on the table. No one could guarantee whether it was another diary left by Riddle.

Potions notes? From Voldemort?

Here I come, the secret reappears! Hermione couldn't wait to tap the note that Harry brought back with her wand.

The pages of the book were flipped open, but Fan Lin didn't notice anything unusual except for those tiny black characters...

At least, sitting here, Fan Lin hasn't discovered the words Half-Blood Prince until now.

That...seems all right, said Hermione, still staring suspiciously at the book. I mean, it really doesn't look like...just a textbook.

But at least it's all right, said Harry, as if mocking their distrust.

Okay, I'll take it back. Harry picked up the book on the table, but it slipped from his hand and spread out.

No one is watching. Harry stooped to pick up the book, and at the same moment he saw a line written in the same tiny scrawled handwriting on the bottom of the back cover as those instructions in the same handwriting had just won him a bottle of Felicia Felix. It was now safely tucked away inside a pair of socks in a box upstairs.