Harry Potter and the Old Ones

"Well...that's good..." said Horace Slughorn, "since I took out a small bottle and put it here..."

With that said, Horace Slughorn gently placed the Fuling Elixir on the iron Elixir clip on the podium.

"You're wondering a little bit, how are you supposed to win this incredible prize?" Horace Slughorn, back in his lecturing state, said in a brisk tone, "Well... The book turns to page 10 of Advanced Potions Making. We have a little over an hour left, and you're going to use that time to make the Hell Potion with the correct dose, it's a suspended animation, I know it's better Everything you've done before is complicated, and I have no hope of getting a perfect potion from anyone...but the person who does it best will get this little vial of elixirs, so well, let's get started. "

As soon as Horace Slughorn finished speaking, everyone rushed back to their experimental bench and began to pull the cauldron closer to them, which caused the whole potions classroom to make a screeching noise. , There was a muffled ding-dong sound when adding weights to the balance, but not many people spoke.

It seems a little weird, because everyone in this classroom is engrossed in the work at hand.

Even Investigator Tiera was writing something with her head down.

Harry bent over at once to read the tattered old book Slug had lent him.

He was annoyed to find that the old owner of the book had scribbled every page, and now the margins of the book were as full of handwriting as the printing.

"Um... Tierra, do you have a book?" Harry looked annoyed at these words and turned to Tiera.

"No." Tiera replied briefly, then reached out a finger and lightly tapped the cauldron in front of him.

The flaming flames under the crucible converged instantly, turning into clusters of small flames emitting light blue light.

And the liquid in the crucible also stopped the violent boiling of one big bubble after another, and became more and more peaceful.

At this time, Tiera raised her hand and pinched the grass roots, and gently tossed it upwards——

The grass roots were suspended in mid-air, and then Tiera tapped the grass roots lightly. The grass roots themselves turned into pieces, some of them were thrown into the cauldron, and the rest fell back to the table.

Obviously, without using a scale or scale, Tiera accurately pinpointed the grassroots to make the correct dose of Living Hell Decoction.

As Tiera threw in the grass roots, the liquid inside the cauldron took on a..."smooth, blackcurrant-colored liquid", as the book describes it as the correct semi-finished product.

"I don't need books anymore." With that, Tiera squeezed the hypnotic bean with three hands and hung it over the cauldron, and then pressed her three fingers together—

The hypnotic bean, which was as hard as a lump of clay, was as fragile as a paper shell in Tiera's hand. It seemed that Tiera just squeezed it lightly, and droplets of dark black liquid dripped out of the hypnotic bean.

The black liquid passes through the pale blue vapor and falls into the crucible.

The liquid in the crucible instantly thickened, taking on a bright lavender liquid.

After seeing Tiera's smooth operation, Harry had to get closer to the old book to find the pharmaceutical formula. Even here, the old owner of the book was full of notes, and he also put a cross on the original content. , After Harry quickly swiped through the densely packed notes, he had to quickly run to the locker to select the materials he needed.

When he rushed back to his cauldron, he found that Tiera had gradually cleared the potion in the cauldron—

According to the records in the book, this should be a phenomenon that appeared when the potion was about to be completed.

From time to time everyone looks up to see how everyone else in the classroom is progressing, that's the good and bad part of potion making, you can't keep your work a secret.

Countless anxious eyes turned to Tiera, and then they shrank back ruthlessly, refocusing on the potion on their own table.

Carefully cutting the grass roots, Harry bent down to read again, trying to discern the real textbook content from the stupid scribbles of the original owner.

It wasn't easy. The basement where the Potions classroom was located was already dimly lit, especially now that the lights above his head were blocked by dim clouds of smoke, which made Harry, who was already in a hurry, even more annoyed.

The guy for some reason wrote another recipe at the step where the hypnotic beans were supposed to be sliced: "Crush with the side of a silver knife to squeeze out the juice instead of cutting it."

The hypnotic pods were difficult to cut, and Harry turned to Tiera, "Can I borrow your silver knife?"

Halfway through the question, Harry was pleasantly surprised to find that Tiera's table was empty except for a cauldron.

Tiera didn't speak. While stirring the potion in the cauldron with a glass rod, she stretched out her hand, picked up a hypnotic bean from Harry's experiment table, and squeezed it fiercely—

A lot of juice was squeezed out of the Hypnotic Bean and dripped into Harry's cauldron.

The medicine in Harry's cauldron instantly turned bright lavender as the textbook said.

"You, you, what are you doing?" Hermione was blushing now, her hair was standing on end, looking like a big broom, stirring her pot of deep purple potion anxiously, while going to Harry and Tiera looked over in the pot.

"We have to do it independently!" Hermione's tone was a bit hurried and choking because the potion was not brewing smoothly, "and your operation is very unstandardized!"

"Strictly speaking... everyone's operations are not standardized." Tiera said indifferently, "Everyone is not wearing gloves, masks or goggles, in case it looks like Simofei..."

"Bam—"

Before Tiera could finish speaking~www.NovelMTL.com~ A small mushroom cloud rose from Seamus Finnigan's cauldron three seats away from them, and the scorching hot breath directly scorched his eyebrows.

Undoubtedly, Seamus Finnigan's cauldron also shattered into pieces with a crisp sound, and was mixed with the liquid in his cauldron that was as thick as plasticine.

"..." Tiera looked at Seamus Finnigan in silence, then quickly withdrew her gaze and continued to concentrate on stirring the liquid in her pot.

He was really just joking...

I didn't expect Seamus to be so face...

Apparently, Horace Slughorn was also taken aback by the situation on the scene.

"Okay, okay!" Horace Slughorn waved his wand a few times, and after handling Seamus Finnigan's lab bench, Chi raised his head sweating profusely, and announced to the entire classroom. , "Time is up, classmates, please stop stirring in your hands!"