Chapter 1086

"A small bottle of Forrest," thrahorn stressed, then took a small glass bottle with a cork plug out of his pocket and showed it to everyone. "Enough for two hours of good luck. From dawn to dusk, everything you want to do will be good luck. "

Van Lin nodded. Naturally, according to slakhorn's temperament, he would like to show his best side to everyone as soon as he came up, so as to improve his own positioning. The preparation of propionate is just a good gimmick.

It's not common, it can be said that it's rare. After all, in some cases, a bottle of propionate can change the fate of users. Now it seems that Harry and Malfoy need it very much.

The suspected text book was on Harry's desk, and he had to look down at it again.

If he had gotten Snape's Potion notes in the first place, it was clear that Harry would follow the notes and eventually get the vial of the potion.

Obviously, it doesn't help if you hold it all the time.

In fact, as srahorn said, fortune is not a precious thing, and excessive dependence can produce very bad results, and van Lin's work, whether it's the fight against death eaters or the study of alchemy.

Ingenious combination can not solve all the problems, and the duration of the efficacy of Fuling is not enough to complete the whole work or research with Vaseline.

But Harry is different, if Dumbledore is training Harry, at some juncture, the propionate still plays a great role.

Srahorn was still in the pride of making the agent. Fortunately, the professor soon came to his senses and began to do his job again.

"Now, I must warn you that propionate is a banned substance in organized competitions Like sports events, exams or elections. So our winners can only use it on a normal day Then wait and see how this ordinary day becomes extraordinary

"So," slajo said suddenly briskly, "how can you win this incredible reward? OK, turn to page 10 of advanced potion preparation. We have a little more than an hour left, and you need to make a decent water for life and death. I know it's more complicated than you've ever prepared before, and I don't expect to get a perfect potion from anyone. But the best will win the bottle. Let's go

With an order, everyone pulled the crucible to themselves, and there was a harsh noise of friction on the table. When the weights were added to the balance, they made a few dull noises, but no one spoke. The classroom is full of visible, tangible attention.

Fanlin saw Malfoy excitedly flipped through his book "preparation of high level potions". Clearly, Malfoy wanted to have that lucky day.

As for the reason, Fanlin probably knows.

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

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

It's deceptive.

Honor, status and the Dark Lord's trust.

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

It's not hard to understand.

Draco, who was young and full of vigor, was complacent because of Voldemort's trust, even Fanlin was no exception, because of Hermione's gentleness and indulgence

It's probably the same concept.

In terms of Draco's state, it is obvious that completing the task of the Dark Lord is the highest order. Therefore, Draco will do everything possible.

Now Draco does not lack courage. What is lacking now is only an opportunity. And the propionate can help Draco do this. Naturally, Draco does not want to give up this small bottle of medicine.

This is probably not awake.

"Let's get started." Fanlin said, taking the lead to pick up the two books, at least on the surface there is no difference, are the same old,

Fanlin specially put the one with notes in front of Harry, "I think, this award is not bad."

"It's amazing." Ron said, grabbing the book in his hand and opening it for his work.

Harry also bent down to read the ragged old book that srahorn had lent him.

To his chagrin, he found that the old owner of the book was full of scribbles on every page, and the blank space of the book was as black as printed. He could only get closer to identify the recipe (even here, the old owner of the book had full notes and crossed out part of it), and rushed to the locker to find the ingredients he needed.

When Harry rushed back to his crucible, Malfoy was already cutting the valerian root as fast as he could.

This left him a big step behind the others, and van Lin put everything on the table.

The water of life and death has been configured by Fanlin. According to the method in the book, it is obvious that it can not be finished in an hour if you want to configure a near perfect life and death water, but Van Lin would like to see Snape's practice, that is, Harry's practice.From time to time, everyone looks up at the progress of others; this is both an advantage and a disadvantage of potions, and it is difficult to keep their work confidential.

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

Hermione, as expected, looks like the fastest.

Her potion was already similar to "a uniform, black currant and chestnut liquid," the ideal semi-finished product mentioned in the book.

And the potion of Vaseline is almost uniform, and because of the problem of ingredients, Harry has just begun to prepare ingredients.

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

Harry was annoyed to find the instructions from the stupid scrawl of the old owner of the book. For some reason, the man did not agree with the order of cutting the sleeping beans. Instead, he wrote down another operation instruction: it is better to squeeze out the juice than to cut it out with the smooth side of a silver knife.

Harry looked up at the people around him. He remembered that the sleeping peas should have been cut. At least that's what Vaseline was

"Professor, I think you know my grandfather abraksas Malfoy?" Harry looked up. Slahorn was passing Slytherin's table.

"Yes," said srahorn without looking at Malfoy. "I'm sorry to hear that he's dead, but of course it's not a surprise. At his age, he had pimples..."

He walked away. Harry snickered on the crucible. He knew Malfoy would like to be treated like Harry and shabby; and perhaps even the privilege that Snape had given him.

But it seems that if he wants to win the bottle, he has to rely on his real ability. Sleeping beans are really hard to cut. Harry turns to Hermione.

"Can I borrow your silver knife?"

Hermione nodded impatiently. Her eyes did not leave her potion. It was still dark purple, but according to the book, it should be lilac now.

Harry crushed the beans with the side of the knife. To his surprise, the beans immediately oozed a lot of juice, and he even doubted whether the crumpled beans could hold so much juice.

He shoveled them all into the crucible, and he was surprised to find that the potion immediately turned into the light lilac color described in the textbook. His anger at the old owner of the book soon disappeared.

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

But according to the old owner's note, he should add a clockwise stirring after seven times of anti clockwise stirring.

Will the old master be right again? Harry held his breath and stirred counter clockwise, then clockwise. It works quickly! The potion turned a pale pink.

"How did you do it?" Asked Hermione, her face flushed, her hair growing denser in the smoke from the crucible; her potion was still clinging to purple.

"Add a clockwise stirring --"

"no, no, the book says it's counter clockwise!" She interrupted him abruptly. Harry shrugged and went on his way. Seven counter clockwise, one clockwise, pause Seven times counter clockwise, once clockwise

Vaseline looked at Harry's operation. Obviously, it was Snape's notes, and in terms of the effect

Looking at his purple crucible, it was obvious that Snape didn't teach him much about the operation of magic potions. According to his usual experience, it would take at least ten minutes before he could turn into the color he wanted in the book.

On the other side of the table, Ron is cursing fluently, his potion looks like licorice root potion.

Van reen glanced around, and no one's Potion was as light as Harry's.

Obviously, Harry also found this, and he felt very proud that it had never happened in this underground classroom before.

Harry couldn't help but smile at Vaseline. It was the first time, and it was in potion class

"Time Come on Cried slahorn. Please stop stirring

Srahorn slowly inspected each crucible between his desks. He didn't comment, just occasionally stirred the potion or sniffed it. At last, he came to the table where several people in Fanlin sat.

He grinned bitterly at what was boiling like pitch in Ron's crucible. He quickly sweeps Ernie's saffron mixture and nods with satisfaction at Hermione's Potion.

Similar to Hermione, the potion of Vaseline can't be better than Hermione according to the normal configuration procedure of books.

Naturally, srahorn was only satisfied with the potion of Vaseline, indicating that everything was in his expectation.

And then he saw Harry's, with a smile of surprise and joy on his face.

"The undoubted winner!" He yelled at the whole underground classroom. "Great, wonderful, Harry! My God, you obviously inherited your mother's talent. She's a master of potions. Lily is! Take, then, take - a bottle of propionate, as promised before, use it well! "Harry put this small bottle of golden liquid into his pocket. He felt very complicated. On the one hand, he was glad to see the fury on the Slytherin student's face. On the other hand, he felt guilty when he saw Hermione's regret. Ron was just dumbfounded.

"How did you do it?" He asked Harry quietly as they left the underground classroom.

"Lucky, I think." Harry said, because Malfoy might still hear. It was not until they were safely seated at Gryffindor's table for dinner that Harry felt comfortable telling them. With Harry's story, Hermione's face became more and more livid.

"You think I cheated?" He was infuriated by Hermione's expression after he finished.

"Well, that's not the way you figure it out, is it?" The girl said stiffly.

"He just followed a different kind of instruction than we did," Fanlin comforted. "It's going to end badly, can't it? But he took the risk and got paid off. "

"Besides, it's not a dangerous thing. The potion itself needs to be improved, isn't it? And Harry just changed the mixing process... " Van Lin said, trying to make the girl not too entangled in this matter.

Ron sighed.

"Slaghorn might have given me this book, but no one wrote on the one I got. Except that page 52 seems to have vomit marks, but -- "

" wait a minute, "a voice came from Harry's left ear, and he suddenly smelled the smell of flowers, which he had also smelled in srahorn's underground classroom. So Harry looked back and saw Ginny sitting over.

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

"Nothing." He lowered his voice and said comfortingly. "It's not like that, you know, Riddell's diary. It's just an old textbook that has been doodled

"But are you doing what it says?"

"I just tried some of the tips on the white edge of the page, and to be honest, Ginny, it's nothing unusual --"

"Ginny's got the point," Hermione said. "We should check if there's anything wrong. I mean, all those strange annotations, who knows? "

"Hermione's right, Harry. Maybe we should be careful." "But, it's just a simple magic," said Vaseline

"How?" Said Harry, putting the book on the table, and no one could guarantee that it was another diary left by Riedel.

Potions notes? From Voldemort?

"I'll come, the secret will reappear!" Hermione couldn't wait to tap the notebook Harry had brought back with her wand.

The pages of the book clattered open, however, except for those black small words, Fanlin did not find any abnormality

At least, sitting here, half blood prince a few words have not been found.

"This It looks ok, "said Hermione, still staring at the book suspiciously. "I mean, it really doesn't look like It's just a textbook. "

"But at least it's not a problem, is it?" Said Harry, as if to mock their distrust.

"Well, I'll take it back." Harry joined the book on the table, but it slipped and spread out.

No one's watching. Harry bent down to pick up the book. At the same time, he saw a line at the bottom of the back cover in the same small scrawl. The instructions with the same handwriting had just won him a bottle of elixir, which was now safely hidden in a pair of socks in the box upstairs.

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