Hogwarts: Slytherin Kiss

Indra poured a pint of water into the crucible and let it simmer. Then he began to cut the narcissus roots into uniform quarter-inch lengths and lay them flat in a small ceramic bowl.

Then pour in the mugwort infusion just enough to cover the evenly cut narcissus roots.

After Indra cut the valerian root, the water in the crucible began to steam, but it was not boiling yet.

At this time, you should add the narcissus root and mugwort infusion in the small ceramic bowl.

Light blue steam gradually floated out, and as Indra added valerian root, the potion gradually turned into a uniform, dark brown liquid.

Indra picked up the sleepy bean and cut it with a silver knife, but found that there was only a moist cut surface, far from the juice state.

So she used the side of the silver dagger to crush it, and abundant transparent juice immediately gushes out.

Indra picked up the beans and squeezed the remaining juice into the boiling dark purple crucible. The medicine inside immediately turned into lavender, which is the light snow-green color written in the book.

Professor Slughorn was walking past the Slytherin table, nodding or shaking his head from time to time.

The next step is to stir. The textbook says that you should keep stirring counterclockwise until the medicine becomes as clear as water.

But Indra rejected this method without thinking. If stirred in one direction, the ingredients of mugwort extract and valerian root would not be fully integrated and needed to be adjusted appropriately.

Stir counter-clockwise for seven rounds, then stir once clockwise, and then repeat this step and you should be fine.

It only takes a second to judge. The potion in Indra's crucible has changed from light snow cyan to thin pink, and finally gradually turned colorless, as clear as water.

Indra immediately stopped and looked at his work with satisfaction.

"You...you made it so quickly!" Senna said with red cheeks and panting in surprise. She was trying every possible means to make her potion turn into a light snow-green color, but it refused to obey at all.

Indra nodded, "Stir counterclockwise seven times, then once clockwise, and repeat."

She said and looked at Senna's tabletop, where there were many slices of sleepy beans. "Your sleepy beans don't have enough juice, so the effect of the medicine may not be as strong. Use the side of the knife to press out the juice."

Saina tried it and asked with a grimace, "Is it still too late for me to add now?"

"Of course it's too late." Indra said, glancing to the right inadvertently.

Draco also stopped stirring at this time.

"Okay! Time's up -" Slughorn shouted, "stop stirring!"

He began to move between the tables, checking each cauldron.

Slughorn was the first to reach the Slytherin table and look at Indra's cauldron.

Professor Slughorn saw a pool of clear water. He strode closer in disbelief, with ecstasy on his face, and his eyes quickly moved back and forth between Indra and the crucible.

He came closer and smelled it, then picked up the stick and stirred it twice.

"Winner, well-deserved winner, a perfect potion, it couldn't be better!"

"No wonder Dumbledore recommended you to me! Indra! His vision is always right!"

Professor Slughorn said kindly and kindly, with an unprecedented enthusiasm on his face.

The corners of Indra's mouth were deeply raised, her eyebrows were stretched, and her eyes were deep and bright.

It was a calm, arrogant and winning smile.

Slughorn then walked past Senna's cauldron and nodded with a smile, but it was definitely the joy that he had just discovered that the baby had not subsided.

Then Slughorn looked at Chucks' pot of blue condensation. He thought that there would never be another potion as good as Indra. However, when he walked up to Draco, he lightly He lightly covered his chest.

I couldn't help but get excited again.

Another decoction of living hell that is as clear as water.

"Mr. Malfoy also made the perfect potion of living hell..."

Slughorn said happily. He glanced at the extraordinary-looking young man in front of him and said with some regret, "Your grandfather and I have a good relationship, but it's a pity that he got dragon pox... What a pity, what a pity..."

In fact, he was regretting that Malfoy got involved with Death Eaters.

He cannot have such a student, no matter how outstanding he is.

Slughorn shook his head and left. He came to Ravenclaw's long table and looked at them one by one without making any comment.

"That's enough! Being able to have two students make Living Hell Decoction is something that I have rarely encountered in many years of teaching. The last time was...more than ten years ago."

Professor Slughorn said, walking towards the Gryffindor table.

Severus was so lucky that he got two good prospects at once.

He looked at the last Harry's cauldron and said in surprise, "Oh my God! Another completed potion of living hell! Harry! You have completely inherited your mother's talent! Lily was so dexterous in Potions class back then!" "

Slughorn's face, which was filled with joy, suddenly became sad. He smacked his lips and felt a little painful.

"Now there are three people who have made the Living Hell Potion. Logically speaking, what I just said was to give the best person a bottle of Felixir, because in fact I don't think anyone can complete it at all..."

"However, I am the one who keeps my word, Indra, Draco and Harry, you will all get a bottle of elixir!"

Professor Slughorn filled three vials of golden liquid from the small black cauldron and handed them to the three of them.

Indra put the elixir into her bag and stared at Harry Potter on the Gryffindor table with some suspicion.

Can he make such a profound potion?

Perhaps Indra's unabashed gaze was too intense.

Harry was already feeling guilty, and felt his cheeks burning under Indra's gaze, so he quickly turned his head away.

In Indra's suspicious eyes, there was dissatisfaction that she and Draco were not the only ones who made the potion, and there was also a hint of doubt about her own level, but she just didn't care whether Harry could really make the potion on his own.

She even felt that her level had declined, or that there could be a more perfect method for the Living Hell Decoction.

How else could she make the same thing as Harry Potter?

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At the end of the first day of the sixth grade term, everyone was given a lot of homework.

The sky gradually darkened, and the students dining in the auditorium also dispersed in twos and threes.

In the boys' dormitory, Draco sat in front of the desk, his hands under his neck holding the pendant and stroking it, while his moist gray-blue eyes stared blankly at the dark green darkness outside the crystal window.

For a whole day, he and Indra didn't say a word, didn't go to and from get out of class together, didn't sit together to eat, didn't do homework together, and he didn't even plan to go on night patrol later.

He couldn't bear it even for a day without Indra, and it was hard to imagine how he would survive the rest of the day.

His heart seemed to have been dug into a big hole, whistling with the winter wind blowing from the frozen black lake.

But should we tell her the truth?

Draco's heart was still wavering, his face turned pale, and his eyes contained deep struggle and pain.