Chapter 457 Winner

Hermione looked back frequently to observe the movements of Mike and Harry, while still spinning the spoon in her hand clockwise at a specific frequency.

She had noticed it when the first blue steam rose from Mike's desk just now. This change made her very impatient, because it meant that Mike's progress had now exceeded hers, which Hermione could not tolerate. of.

And there are many people who have noticed this, such as Slughorn and Draco.

However, the former just chuckled when he saw this and did not disturb him, while the latter was anxious. He looked at Slughorn who was patrolling near the Slytherin table and said:

"Sir, I assume you must know my grandfather Abraxas Malfoy, right?"

Hearing this, Slughorn turned his head and looked at Draco, who had a faint look of anxiety on his face, and the solution in his crucible that could only be said to be passable. Slughorn understood him almost instantly. thoughts.

Under normal circumstances, Slughorn might have given Draco some small help as he wished. After all, he was the eldest son of the Malfoy family.

However, the situation was different now. Voldemort was tyrannizing in the country. Slughorn had no good impression of him or the Death Eaters at all, and was unwilling to have any dealings with them.

So, he raised his eyebrows and said in a very regretful tone:

"Of course, but I heard that he died, which is really a pity. But it makes sense, after all, he was 80 years old and could still get sores."

As soon as these words came out, Draco's face suddenly darkened, while Mike in the distance burst into laughter.

Dragon Yin Sore is a kind of sexual disease that appears in dragons. This disease is very scary. It can be spread across races through sexual behavior, and its fatality rate for humans is extremely high.

This is not to say that Draco's grandfather did something indescribable with the fire dragon. After all, the size gap between humans and fire dragons is really too big.

And what's interesting is that this terrible infectious disease will lose its contagiousness after humans are infected with dragon's vaginal sores. This is the direct reason why the Ministry of Magic does not pay too much attention to this disease.

But this also means that Grandpa Draco must have a very unique taste and become stronger with age, so that he could be infected with this disease at the age of 80.

This is very remote trivia. Apart from Mike and Draco, only Slughorn and Hermione knew about it in the classroom. At this moment, Slughorn, who heard the laughter, also turned his head. He raised an eyebrow at Mike and smiled.

Obviously, he was very happy that his offensive words were understood.

Mike also smiled and nodded, and then looked down at his crucible again.

It didn't matter if he didn't look at it. When he looked at it, he was startled, and Mike's face suddenly darkened.

Because at this moment, the boiling liquid in his crucible had changed from light brown to dark brown.

"Ah! What a pity. I didn't control the heat properly and it was a little overcooked."

Slughorn, who had wandered nearby, also saw the scene in Mike's crucible, and he sighed.

Mike also shook his head. He was just laughing at Draco, so he forgot to continue stirring the cauldron.

He glanced at the hourglass on the podium. It was now less than twenty minutes before the end of get out of class. It was too late to make another one. Seeing this, Mike no longer hesitated and simply used the overcooked liquid. The next production started.

Slughorn hesitated to speak, and finally walked away.

Soon Mike's water of life and death was completed, but compared with the perfect version recorded in the book, the color of his finished product was obviously a bit too dark.

Shaking his head helplessly, Mike had no intention of serving up the defective product, but turned to look at the other people in the classroom.

Franklin's crucible was already a mess, and the dark color was easily reminiscent of poison.

But he still didn't give up. He was still stirring the viscous liquid in the crucible desperately, and adding some mugwort water from time to time. His expression was ferocious, his movements rough, and he seemed a little angry.

Draco seemed to have given up the fight for the prize. At this moment, he was chattering with a dark face to Parkinson next to him. Mike guessed that he must be saying bad things about Slughorn.

As for Harry, the 'Half-Blood Prince's Textbook' obviously gave him a big surprise. At this time, he was stirring the crucible with great interest, stirring it clockwise a few times, and then stirring it counterclockwise. Judging from the excited expression, the progress should be very good.

"Okay! Time's up! Please stop what you are doing!"

Slughorn's words made everyone stop, and then he began to walk between the tables, checking everyone's cauldrons one by one.

The first person to bear the brunt was the Ravenclaw table. When he saw the dark liquid in Mac's cauldron, there was an obvious look of regret on his face.

"What a pity!" Slughorn leaned down and whispered guiltily, "It's all my fault. If I hadn't told that joke, this wouldn't have happened."

"It's okay, Professor."

Slughorn patted Mac on the shoulder and walked away.

As for Franklin's crucible, he didn't even look at it, because it was emitting a disgusting and disgusting smell. This was obviously not a smell that qualified water of life and death could emit.

Professor Slughorn kept walking through the classroom, inspecting each student's cauldron with his eyes, and occasionally leaning down to smell it with his nose.

When passing by Hermione, he nodded approvingly at Hermione but said nothing. However, Ron next to her enjoyed the same treatment as Franklin, because his works were simply inferior to those of Franklin. As a result, almost all the liquid in the crucible was turned into asphalt.

But when he saw the liquid in Harry's cauldron, his eyes suddenly widened.

"Merlin! This is simply outstanding!" Slughorn said excitedly at a super fast speed, and his two walrus beards were about to fly. "You obviously inherited your mother's skill in potions. Talent! Harry! You are a well-deserved champion!"

As he spoke, Slughorn took out the glass bottle from his arms and stuffed it into Harry's arms.

"Here, here it is, I keep my word and give you a bottle of elixir of happiness. I hope you can make good use of it!"

Harry was holding the elixir in a daze, obviously not yet understanding what was going on.

There was silence on the Slytherin side, and Draco and others looked at Harry with eyes that were almost on the verge of anger.

Ron next to Harry let out a strange cry and immediately jumped on Harry and cheered. As for Hermione, she lowered her head and looked at her cauldron without saying a word.

At this moment, Slughorn finally announced the end of get out of class.

Everyone in the other colleges quickly left the classroom, having lost their prizes. They did not want to stay in this sad place now.

The Gryffindors gathered around Harry as quickly as possible, eagerly looking at Harry's precious bottle of elixir.

Seeing this, the corners of Mike's mouth also rose. He glanced at the textbook that Harry had carefully put away, and then put everything into his pockets and prepared to evacuate.

But at this moment, Slughorn stood in front of him and said in a kind tone:

"Mike, can I have a word with you alone?"

After hearing this, Franklin looked at Mike, saw the latter nodded, then said goodbye and left the classroom.

"What do you want from me?"

Mike asked with a smile.

"That's it." Slughorn pulled Mike to a remote corner, and then handed a letter into Mike's hand, "This is a letter, written by me. You can open it and read it first. look."

Mike glanced at Slughorn as if he were an idiot, and then opened the letter.

Excellent Mr. Mike Townley

Here, I sincerely invite you to join the ‘Slug Club’ and become one of the countless wizards who advocate justice and knowledge.

If you like, please come to the Charms Professor's party next Saturday evening.

Founder of ‘Slug Club’

Senior member of Association of Extraordinary Pharmacists

Senior Councilor of the International Confederation of Wizards

Horace Slughorn

"As you can see, this is an invitation letter." Slug said after seeing Mike finish reading, "Originally, this letter was supposed to be sent to your dormitory tonight like the others, but I think You were different enough to deliver it yourself.”

"So, Mr. Townley, would you like to join the Slug Club?"

Seeing Slughorn's expectant look, the smile on Mike's face became brighter.

"Of course! Professor, it's my pleasure."

"Oh! This is simply great!" Slughorn clapped his thigh excitedly, "Well, Mike, don't forget to come to the Potions classroom next Saturday."

"Okay, Professor."

After saying that, Mike turned and left, but only halfway through, Slughorn caught up with him again, panting and stuffing a small bottle of Felixir into Mike's arms.

"This is compensation for you, Mike." Slughorn said, "Don't refuse! I know that if it weren't for me, the quality of your potion would definitely surpass Harry's! That's it, I'm leaving!"

After Slughorn said that, he seemed to fly away, leaving only Mike standing there, looking at the small bottle of Felixir and smiling:

"Is this a sugar-coated bomb? It's really sweet!"

…

"Harry, can you share some of your elixir with me?"

In the corridor, Ron, who was returning to the lounge, suddenly said to Harry next to him.

"I mean, if Professor Slughorn wasn't lying, that vial of felixir should be able to create twelve hours of luck. So I thought, maybe you might be willing to give me an hour. I want to feel it, too. Get the feeling that all your wishes come true..."

Ron's voice became softer and softer, until finally even Harry, who was so close, couldn't hear him.

"Well, of course I am willing." Harry said, "It's just that I don't know the ratio between the dose and the effective time of the potion, and I don't know how to divide it."

"Ha! This is great! As for dividing the potions, we can leave it to Hermione, she will definitely understand this!"

Ron said happily, but Harry's face flashed with a hint of uneasiness when he heard the words Hermione.

When Slughorn announced that he was the winner just now, he clearly felt that Hermione was a little angry, and he didn't know how Hermione was doing now.

Just as Harry was thinking about it, a hand grabbed his shoulder.

He turned around in horror and saw a panting Hermione staring at him with her red eyes.

"how did you do it!"

Hermione demanded.

Harry knew what she was asking, but he still said deliberately:

"Uh, what are you talking about? I'm not..."

"Stop pretending to be stupid, how can you make the water of life and death better than me!"

"me……"

"Don't tell me that you have previewed or something like that. I have been your classmate for 5 years. I know exactly how good your potion skills are! So! Tell me the truth!"

"Okay, okay!" Harry shook his head helplessly and took out the Half-Blood Prince textbook with a blushing face. "Do you remember the book that Mike gave me? I just followed the steps above. I went to make the Water of Life and Death, but the original steps above have been painted out, so I followed the newly added steps."

"This is impossible!"

Hermione screamed, then took the book from Harry's hand and started reading.

Later, Harry and Ron heard Hermione yelling "impossible" from time to time. Obviously, the content in the book violated her understanding of the world.

"It's not science! It's not magic! I won't believe it to death. Do you want me to believe that a recipe written casually in an old book will be more correct than what Professor Slughorn teaches according to authoritative textbooks?"

Hermione roared, and Harry finally got angry. He snatched the old book back and said angrily:

"Then you mean to say that I cheated! I am clearly telling you now that everything I said is true. Maybe you can ask Professor Slughorn for some truth serum, so that you can believe me. !”

After saying that, Harry turned to leave, but Hermione was so angry that she couldn't speak.

Ron on the side was anxious. He grabbed Harry's robe and said:

"Hey, Harry, don't be angry, we are all friends, don't be angry!"

Harry huffed and said nothing, but his steps stopped.

"But I still have a question." Ron continued to ask, "If you are telling the truth, then it means that Mike should have memorized all the contents of this book. In this case, he wins. Why is it not him?"

Harry was stunned when he heard this. Indeed, what Ron said made sense, and even he couldn't explain it himself.

Hermione on the side turned red.

She also heard Mike's laughter during class just now, so she probably guessed the reason for Mike's failure.

However, she really couldn't tell her the reason for being so embarrassed!

For a moment, the atmosphere in the corridor became a little awkward. Looking at Harry and Hermione who were silent, Ron sighed and suggested:

"Why don't I go find Mike and ask him? Since he gave me the book, he must know something."

"good idea!"

"Going right now!"

Hermione and Harry said at the same time.

"I think we'd better go back first." Ron continued, "I checked the class schedule. Mike will have a Defense Against the Dark Arts class soon. It will probably take a long time."