harry potter book of crimes

"...Yes, right now, put in the powdered stems and leaves of Aconitum wolfsbane. It should be noted that its toxicity is a very effective catalyst, but for this reason, the proportion of potions used must be strictly controlled.

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The Potions classroom is filled with mist-like mist, and when you are in it, you can unconsciously feel some inexplicable suffocation.

This step is the most critical step in preparing the living hell potion, because during this step, the preparation environment will be infected by the poisonous gas emerging from the crucible.

Therefore, not only are there several potted plants that can absorb poisonous gas in the classroom now, but everyone also wears magic masks that filter the air.

"The effect of the Living Hell Potion is to put the user into a coma and suspended animation, and during that period, the user's body functions will gradually stop. When a patient is seriously injured by the curse and cannot survive until the end of the treatment, the therapist

This medicine will be used to try to delay the progression of the damage."

Slughorn walked among the various groups in the classroom while describing the properties and effects of the potion. After he finished talking about the actual uses, he turned to:

"We have already learned the Living Hell Potion at the beginning of the semester. Based on everyone's level of study, I think everyone still remembers these contents very clearly. But please note that what we are preparing now is an improved version of the formula that I researched.

, although its effect is slightly inferior to the original potion, the cost of preparation has been greatly reduced..."

At this point, Slughorn coughed lightly, once again arousing everyone's attention.

"Dear students," he said, "some people may think that it is a wrong approach to save gold galleons regardless of the weakening of medicinal efficacy, but the teacher must say here - many herbal medicines in the past are on the verge of extinction in modern times.

Extinct."

"Therefore, while it is important to work on propagating endangered plants like Professor Sprout, potionists like us also need to approach the limitations of potion formulas from another angle as much as possible."

"You know, when there are people who are short of gold galleons and urgently need some kind of potion to save their lives, it is also an important mission of our potion masters to provide them with effective potions that they can afford..."

As a person, this old bald man may be a little biased in some aspects; but when everyone looks at it from the perspective of a potion master, he is obviously quite qualified.

"Mr. Weasley, pay attention to your portion, you put a little too much!"

After reminding Ron, Slughorn continued:

"I hope that everyone will keep in mind what I just said; and I also look forward to creating more affordable and high-quality formulas when you want to work as a potion master after graduation."

But if it must be said, Slughorn's words were not entirely his own.

At Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, every professor will provide these students who will soon graduate from the school with some career experience and warnings for entering the society in the N.E.W.Ts course.

And this is naturally to prevent the little wizards from being immersed in the darkness of the outside world and to keep walking on a correct and bright path.

Perhaps, this is the last lesson Hogwarts teaches all students!

However, even so, the influence that professors in the school can give to everyone is limited. When most graduates try their best to walk on that bright road, there are always a small number of people who will or take the initiative to

Or passively and gradually go astray.

…

Just as the Potions classroom at Hogwarts was shrouded in mist of potion mist, bursts of lavender smoke were also lingering in a potion preparation workshop in Cornwall.

Thick and tight curtains, dim lights, bubbling boiling cauldrons, racks of batch test tubes, and several potion bottle crates stacked in the corner.

In the middle of the workshop, two long preparation tables stretched from one end to the other, and house elves in rags were working hard to bottle and package the finished potions.

Looking further into the workshop along the two long tables surrounded by house elves, behind a personal preparation table filled with various potion preparation equipment, a witch with messy hair was looking indifferently.

Stir the liquid in the crucible.

The environment here is obviously very different from other personal potion preparation rooms.

"boom!"

Suddenly, an explosion sounded from the witch's cauldron, frightening the house elves in the workshop to tremble subconsciously. But even so, most of the elves did not stop their work.

"Who gave you permission to stop your hands?"

The witch lifted the stirring spoon slightly from the crucible, then raised her eyelids and looked coldly at a house elf in front of her.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry, Master, it's Rice's fault. Rice will never dare to--"

"Punishment."

"Yes, yes...Master, Rice made a mistake, and Rice needs to punish himself! Master, please forgive Rice for his mistake!"

Just as he was talking, the house elf suddenly grabbed an awl from the table and stabbed his leg hard. But he just gritted his teeth and after a while, he took the bloody

The awl was pulled out again.

"Master, Rice has punished himself. Rice...will continue to work for the master."

After wiping the blood off the awl, the house elf named Rice ignored the severe pain in his thin right leg that was still trembling slightly, and hurriedly started bottling the liquid in the crucible.

At this moment, there were two knocks on the door of the workshop. Yes, the witch inside was a little impatient and stopped the stirring spoon that was about to go deep into the crucible again.

"Tsk... forget it, it has already hit the bottom anyway, so the success rate of this pot won't be very high."

He picked up the magic wand next to him and tapped it lightly on the crucible. The liquid medicine that was still rolling in the crucible immediately disappeared without a trace.

It can be seen from her skillful spell-casting techniques and easy silent spells that she must be quite good in other aspects besides potions.

“Tuk-tuk-tuk.”

Probably because after waiting for a few seconds and still not hearing a response, the man outside knocked on the door of the workshop again, which made the witch's expression even more irritable.

"Go and see who it is. Don't let in anyone who doesn't matter."

Rice, who had just made a mistake, was probably looking for a chance to make amends. As soon as his master said this, he immediately bowed and said:

"Yes, Rice is going now!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the elf suddenly flashed and disappeared from the long table with a slight crackling sound.

…

"Dunge, I remember your classmate is from Slytherin, right? Is he reliable?"

"How should I put it? Although I don't have much contact with her... You also know, how can a person like me get along with those young ladies and gentlemen in Slytherin? But when it comes to Potions

Her level is still very high."

"Anyway, I don't think it's reliable to find Slytherin!"

In front of the workshop door, the slightly strange pair of Mundungus and Sirius stood side by side, chatting casually while waiting for someone to open the door.

Behind them, Lu Ping, who also came with them, couldn't help but said:

"Sirius, don't always worry about the problems of the academy. There are also good guys from Slytherin wizards. What's more, this is just one of the alternative workshops. Let's wait and see if we want to cooperate!"

In fact, they came here to find a potion workshop that could provide healing potions in batches.

After all, although the main members of the Order of the Phoenix have Maca supplying high-quality potions, the quantity is obviously not enough for all members to use them.

Especially since Mundungus has a group of non-staff members that are gradually increasing in number. Although those wizards are basically working for the Order of the Phoenix, they are not yet official members of the Order.

Providing them with some necessary guarantees will naturally give them more trust in the Order of the Phoenix.

"Crack."

Just as the three of them were talking casually, a house elf suddenly appeared in front of the still closed door, which caused Lupine and others to temporarily stop talking.

"Gentlemen, Rice would like to send you his regards - what specific business do you have for the three of you who have come to my master's potion workshop?"

Sirius didn't care much about house elves, even though he saw at a glance that there were still traces of blood dripping down the elf's legs.

In any case, he had had enough of old Kreacher at the Black Mansion.

Sirius turned his head, shook his chin at Mundungus beside him, and then stood aside with his arms folded.

Of course it was Mundungus who took over the conversation, because he was the one who led Sirius and Lupin here.

"Well, is Ms. Higgs here? I am her old classmate Mundungus Fletcher. This time I have a long-term potion order cooperation that I want to discuss with her."

"Oh, sir, please wait a moment, Rice will go and explain to the master the purpose of the three of you -"

Having said that, seeing the elf Rice about to disappear again, Sirius curled his lips and said:

"What? You can't open the door first and let us in...and you're a descendant of a pure-blood family. Have you forgotten the most basic etiquette of hospitality?"

Among the people present, probably only Sirius, a guy from the Black family, is qualified to say this.

Ironically, he is the one who hates purebloods the most.

"Yes, I'm sorry, sir... It's just that the master never allows Rice to let outsiders into the workshop casually. I'm really sorry..."

"Huh?" Sirius couldn't help but raise his eyebrows when he heard this, "Dunge, I don't think you need to go into this workshop. Just cross it off the candidate list!"

But Lupine behind him quickly shook his head.

"Rice, right?" he said, "just go in and report! We'll just wait here..." (To be continued)