Hogwarts from another world

As soon as he finished speaking, Professor Slughorn gently opened a crucible on his right.

"I think before going to class, some of you must have read the Potions textbook." He said loudly: "So I want to ask, can anyone tell me what kind of potion this is?"

Many students stood up slightly from their seats and looked at the boiling crucible.

What was boiling inside was a pot of light pink potion, which was emitting white smoke and seemed to be hissing.

Matthew frowned and thought for a moment

In fact, he had already made certain preparations.

After learning that the Potions teacher and the dean of Slytherin was Horace Slughorn, a somewhat "snobbish" figure who only favored students with prominent family backgrounds or outstanding talents.

In his spare time these days, he has been flipping through potions textbooks, and he also looked up some information related to potions in the library.

Strive to be a student who is "outstandingly talented" in Slughorn's mind.

If he can be recognized by a professor and dean, it will undoubtedly be of great benefit to his future life in Hogwarts and even the wizarding world.

After thinking for a few seconds, Matthew raised his hand.

Slughorn pointed at him.

"This is the decoction of living hell, also known as the water of life and death." He replied slowly: "It is a powerful sleeping pill that can make the drinker sleepy and look like he is dead."

"Good, good" Slughorn nodded happily.

He couldn't help but look at Matthew a few more times: "May I ask what your name is?"

In fact, just five minutes before, Matthew's name had been called during roll call.

"Matthew Wakefield" Matthew replied.

"Very well, Mr. Wakefield, please take a seat."

Slughorn nodded very politely towards Matthew, and then he began to approach the cauldron on the far right side of the classroom.

"Now it's the turn of this potion, can anyone tell me what it is?"

The medicine in the crucible showed a dull yellow color, and at the same time filled the air with a fragrant smell that made people smell very comfortable.

Matthew raised his hands again.

"A brave attempt, Mr. Wakefield," cried Slughorn.

"I think this is the elixir of joy." Matthew stood up and replied: "It can bring people a feeling of happiness and joy in a short period of time, but this feeling does not last long."

"Exactly" Slughorn looked extremely excited: "Mr. Wakefield, are you a student of Slytherin House or Gryffindor House?"

"Slytherin, sir"

“It was so awesome, I almost didn’t notice such a great freshman coming to my college.”

The Potions Professor did not hesitate to praise him at all, his walrus beard trembling on his smiling mouth.

He walked around the classroom, came to the original crucible on the far left, and gently opened it.

"The next question will be more difficult. Is anyone willing to try it?"

Matthew stood up slightly from his seat again and looked at the cauldron.

But this time he was stunned. The potion in the crucible was transparent, and after such a long period of cooking, it still did not boil. The liquid surface was extremely calm, without any smoke, and exuded a faint, durian-like odor.

Matthew racked his brains and began to recall magic potions and potions, but he had no impression of the potion in front of him.

"Yes, this question is difficult so I guess not." Slughorn's voice suddenly stopped.

Because a white hand was suddenly raised.

"Very well, Miss." Slughorn's face suddenly lit up with joy.

The one who raised her hand was Agnes Lestrange.

She stood up and said calmly: "This is a light drink. Its effect is to make the wizard's body lighter when taken. If used properly, he can even fly in the sky. Its ingredients include Aliote leaves, flying fungi, and moonstone powder.”

Leaves of Light Potion Flying Fungi Ariot

What are these things? Matthew has almost no impression of these things. It may be that there are no records of magic potions and potions, or it may be that he has not seen them.

"Absolutely, absolutely, absolutely correct" Slughorn's face showed a very exaggerated excitement:

"Then, can you tell me your name, this beautiful lady?"

"Agnes Lestrange."

"Lestrange" Slughorn's expression suddenly froze.

Then his expression quickly became calm: "Okay, please sit down."

He didn't even look at the girl again.

He reached the final cauldron and opened it.

He directly asked by name: "Mr. Wakefield, can you tell me your answer?"

Matthew didn't expect Slughorn to come here. He stood up and looked at the cauldron.

There was something like mud slowly bubbling inside.

"I think it might be Polyjuice Potion."

"It's not bad at all." Slughorn showed his sincere appreciation at this time: "I think you should also know its function very well."

"Add something from the person you want to change into it, then drink it, and within an hour you can become that person," Matthew answered honestly.

"That's great." Slughorn was the first to start clapping.

At the same time, it also triggered a sparse round of applause.

After such an opening remarks, the Potions class officially began.

Slughorn divided them into teams of two and instructed them to mix a simple potion to cure scabies.

Matthew's partner is Gryffindor's Neville Longbottom.

"Matthew, I didn't expect you to be so powerful," Neville said with sincere admiration.

"I just read more books." Matthew smiled.

"It's just a pity that you were sorted into Slytherin." Neville shook his head without stopping the work in his hands.

But it must be said that his performance was very good. Whether it was weighing dried nettles, crushing snake fangs, or cooking slugs with tentacles, he did it perfectly.

everything went very smoothly

The two of them were the first in the class to prepare the potion, and were both commended by Professor Slughorn.

When Slughorn praises them

A plume of acidic green smoke suddenly emerged from the underground classroom, followed by a loud hissing sound.

It was the boy named Harry Evans who had done something to cause Ronald Weasley's cauldron to explode.

The potion is now flowing all over the floor.

Moreover, his body was soaked in the medicine, and his arms and legs were covered with red and swollen scabies, which made him scream in pain.

"Oh, kid, what have you done?" Slughorn couldn't help but shook his head. He waved his wand and wiped away the potion everywhere.

"This class ends early. I'll take this kid to the school hospital." Slughorn said while carrying Evans on his back:

"By the way, Wakefield. You stay here for now. I have something I want to talk to you about when I come back."