Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

On the second Wednesday after Christmas, Harry soon had another Potions lesson taught by Horace Slughorn.

This made Harry somewhat hopeful, because he might finally have the opportunity to once again bring up in front of Horace Slughorn the matter of asking him to give him a private lesson to teach him Occlumency.

Perhaps after discussing it with Tiera, or perhaps just on his own whim or whim, Horace Slughorn also decided to give a quiz after Christmas——

Last Wednesday, the first class after Christmas, Horace Slughorn announced the news and said that he would give everyone a quick quiz during this class.

The quizzes were already on everyone’s desks the moment they entered the classroom——

Work in pairs, and each group has a glass bottle filled with drugs of different colors on the test stand.

Their task today is to use one class to brew an antidote that can undo the poison on the table.

This unrestrained, free and unscrupulous testing method made Harry very distressed. He pulled off the cap of the poison bottle on his and Ron's experimental table, which looked like a tacky pink juice drink, and poured it into the crucible.

and lit a fire below.

He had no idea what to do next. He glanced at Ron, who stood there imitating everything Harry did, looking even more stupid.

"Are you sure the prince didn't have any hints?" Ron whispered to Harry.

Harry took out his trusty old copy of "Advanced Potion-Making" and turned to the chapter on antidotes. They were all Grad's third law, just like Hermione had memorized them. The prince didn't write a single one.

The word comes to suggest that it is not understood differently.

"Nothing." Harry said frustratedly.

Hermione was feverishly casting spells on her cauldron.

Unfortunately, they can't imitate her spells because she's now so good at silent spells that she doesn't have to say them out loud.

However, Elnos, a Hufflepuff girl, muttered loudly into her cauldron: "Exceptionally boiling!"

It sounded so impressive that Harry and Ron quickly imitated her appearance.

Five minutes later, Harry realized that the voice calling him the best potion maker in his class would ring in his ears.

When Slug walked around the underground classroom for the first time, he looked hopefully into his cauldron, ready to exclaim with joy as usual. However, he turned his head hurriedly and coughed, because there was no

A hint of pride.

He hated not being able to complete a task in every Potions class.

Hermione was putting her mysterious potion ingredients into ten different vials and seemed to have an idea.

In order not to watch this annoying scene anymore, Harry took out the book of the Half-Blood Prince and flipped back a few pages in a meaningless manner.

Under the long list of antidotes, some words were scrawled:

"Just shove the bezoar down their throats."

Harry stared at the words for a moment.

Had he ever heard of something called bezoar before?

Ah! Right!

Harry suddenly remembered the dozen notebooks that Tiera had given him before Potions class in the first grade. There seemed to be this sentence on it -

"A stone taken from a cow's stomach can cure most poisons."

This was not an answer to Grobault's question, Harry would not have dared to do this if Snape was still their teacher, but now was the time to use desperate measures.

He needs to win Horace Slughorn's favor -

At least for this class.

Harry looked around helplessly——

He didn't see Tiera in today's Potions class.

To be precise, he had never seen Tiera in any class other than the Dark Arts class since Christmas.

If it weren't for Professor Tiera who was still taking breakfast, lunch and dinner step by step in the Great Hall of Hogwarts, Harry would have thought that Tiera had all left Hogwarts.

But now is not a world that gives Harry time to think about where Tiera has gone. The time for this little assessment is coming soon. Harry hurriedly walked to the storage cabinet, rummaged around inside, and took out the unicorn horn.

Pushing the mess of herbs aside, he found a cardboard box at the back with "bezoar" scrawled on it.

"Time's up!" Horace Slughorn said cheerfully, "Okay, students, let's take a look at your results! Barras...what did you do?"

Horace Slughorn moved slowly around the room, examining the various antidotes.

No one finished the job, although Hermione tried to add more ingredients to the bottle before Slug arrived.

Ron gave up completely and was just trying to avoid breathing in the strong putrid smell emanating from his cauldron.

Harry stood waiting, clutching the bezoar in his hand.

Horace Slughorn finally reached their table.

He despised Elnos' potion and showed a pained expression when passing by Ron.

He didn't stay by Ron's cauldron for even a second, and quickly left with his back turned, looking as if he was disgusted.

"And you, Harry," he said, "what are you going to show me?"

Harry held out his hand, the bezoar in his palm.

Horace Slughorn stared at it for ten seconds.

Harry was waiting for Horace Slughorn's criticism to come, but soon -

He turned his head and laughed loudly.

"Boy, well...well...you have courage!" Horace Slughorn announced loudly, holding up the bezoar for the whole class to see. "Oh, you

Just like your mother... I can't blame you... the bezoar does act as an antidote to these potions!"

Hermione looked livid, her face was covered with sweat, and her nose was caked with cigarette ash.

She was halfway through the antidote, using fifty-two ingredients including some of her own hair, and looked intently at Harry from behind Slug.

"You, completely, thought of using bezoar yourself, didn't you, Harry?" Hermione asked through gritted teeth.

"That's the personal touch a true potion-maker requires!" said Horace Slughorn happily before Harry had a chance to reply. "Like her mother, she has the same talent for potions.

ideas and intuition, no doubt he inherited it from Lily... Yes, Harry, yes, if you have a bezoar on your hands, of course that's a trick... but they don't work on everything,

And since they're rare, it's still worth learning how to mix antidotes..."