Harry Potter’s Raven’s Claw

Hermione frequently turned her head to observe the movements of Mike and Harry, while still spinning the spoon in her hand clockwise at a certain frequency.

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

And there are many others who have noticed this, like Slughorn and Draco.

It's just that the former just chuckled and didn't make a sound, while the latter was anxious. He looked at Slughorn who was patrolling near the Slytherin long table and said:

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

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

As usual, Slughorn might have given him a little help as Draco wished, since he was the eldest son of the Malfoys.

It's just that the situation is different now. Voldemort is domineering in the country, and Slughorn has no good feelings for him or the Death Eaters, and he is not willing to deal with each other at all.

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 also makes sense, after all, he is still 80 years old and still has dragon vulva."

As soon as these words came out, Draco's face turned gloomy, and Mike, who was in the distance, burst out laughing.

Dragon vulva is a kind of x-disease that appears in dragons. This kind of disease is very terrifying. It can be spread across races through x-acts, and it has a very high fatality rate to humans.

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

And it's interesting that this terrible infectious disease loses its infectivity after humans are infected with dragon vulva, which is the direct reason why the Ministry of Magic has not paid much attention to this disease.

But this also means that Grandpa Draco's taste must be very unique, and he must be old and strong, so that he can contract this disease at the age of 80.

This is a very remote and cold knowledge. Except for Mike and Draco, only Slughorn and Hermione know it in the classroom. Slughorn, who heard the laughter at this moment, also turned his head. Chong Mike raised his eyebrows and smiled.

Obviously, he is very happy that his offensive words have been understood.

Mike nodded with a smile, and then looked down at his cauldron again.

It doesn't matter if you don't look at it. When you look at it, Mike's face turns black.

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

"Ah! It's a pity that the heat was not well controlled, and it was overcooked."

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

Mike also shook his head. He just laughed at Draco, so he forgot to keep stirring the cauldron.

Glancing at the hourglass on the podium, it was already less than twenty minutes before the get out of class ended, and 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 when he saw this, but finally walked away.

Soon Mike's water of life and death was completed, but compared with the perfect version recorded in the book,

His finished product is obviously a little too dark in color.

Shaking his head helplessly, Mike didn't plan to pack the defective product, but turned to look at the others in the classroom.

The inside of Franklin's cauldron was already in a mess, and the dark lacquer color was easily reminiscent of poison.

But he still didn't give up, he was still desperately stirring the viscous liquid in the crucible, and occasionally put some wormwood water in it.

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

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

"Okay! Time is up! Please stop what you're doing!"

Slughorn's words stopped everyone, and then he started walking between the tables, checking everyone's cauldrons one by one.

The Ravenclaw table was the first to bear the brunt, and a look of regret was evident on his face when he saw the dark liquid in Mike's cauldron.

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

"It's okay, Professor."

Slughorn patted Mike on the shoulder and walked away.

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

Professor Slughorn was constantly walking through the classroom, examining each student's cauldron with his eyes and occasionally leaning over to sniff.

When passing by Hermione, he nodded approvingly at Hermione, but did not speak, while Ron next to her was treated the same as Franklin, because his work was comparable to Franklin's. Even worse, almost all the medicinal liquid in the crucible has been refined into tar.

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

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

Saying that, Slughorn took out the glass bottle from his arms and stuffed it into Harry's arms.

"Come on, give it to you, I'll give you a bottle of Fuling Elixir, I hope you can make good use of it!"

Harry was stunned with the Flux in his arms, apparently still unaware of what was going on.

There was silence on the Slytherin side, and the eyes of Draco and the others looking at Harry were about to burst into flames.

Ron next to Harry let out a strange cry and jumped on Harry's body and cheered, while Hermione lowered her head and looked at her cauldron without saying a word.

At this point, Slughorn finally announced his dismissal.

Everyone from the rest of the college quickly left the classroom and lost their prizes. They don't want to stay in this sad place now.

The Gryffindors gathered at Harry's side at the fastest speed, eagerly looking at Harry's precious bottle of elixir.

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

At this moment, Slaghorn stood in front of him and said in a kind tone:

"Mike, can I speak to you alone?"

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

"Do you have anything to do with me?"

Mike asked with a smile.

"That's it." Slughorn pulled Mike to a remote corner before handing a letter into Mike's hands, "This is a letter, I wrote it. You can take it apart and read it first. Look."

Mike gave Slughorn a foolish look before opening the letter.

Excellent Mr. Mike Townley

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

If you wish, please come to the Charms Professor for the party next Saturday evening.

Founder of the 'Slug Club'

Senior Member of Extraordinary Pharmacists Association

Senior Member of the International Confederation of Wizards

Horace-Slughorn

"As you can see, this is an invitation letter." Slugho said after seeing Mike's reading, "Originally, this letter should have been sent to your dormitory tonight like everyone else's, but I think You are different, so sent it in person."

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

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

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

"Oh! This is awesome!" Slughorn patted his thigh excitedly. "Then Mike, don't forget to come to Potions classroom next Saturday."

"Okay, Professor."

After speaking, Mike turned and left, but only halfway there, Slughorn caught up again, panting and stuffed a small bottle of Flux into Mike's arms.

"This is your compensation, Mike," said Slughorn. "Don't say no! I know your potion would be better than Harry if it weren't for me! That's it, I'm leaving!"

After Slughorn finished speaking, he seemed to be flying away, leaving only Mike standing there, looking at the vial of Flux and smiling:

"Is this a sugar-coated cannonball? It's so sweet!"

...

"Harry, [Zero Reading 00ks] Can you give me some of your Fuling Elixir?"

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 bottle of Flux should produce twelve hours of luck. So I thought, maybe you might be willing to give me an hour. I want to feel that too. That feeling of getting what you want..."

Ron's voice grew quieter and quieter, until finally Harry, who was so close at hand, couldn't hear it.

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

"Ha! That's great! As for the potion, we can leave it to Hermione, she must know this!"

Ron spoke happily, while Harry's face flashed an unnatural look when he heard the words Hermione.

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

Harry was thinking about it when a hand was on his shoulder.

He turned his head in horror and saw the panting Hermione staring at him with those red eyes.

"how did you do it!"

Hermione asked.

Harry knew what she was asking, but said deliberately:

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

"Don't play stupid, how did you make life and death water better than me!"

"me……"

"Don't tell me you've previewed, I've been your classmate for 5 years, and I know exactly how good your potion is! So! Tell me the truth!"

"Okay okay!" Harry shook his head helplessly, and took out the half-blood prince's textbook with a blushing face, "Remember this book 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, and I refer to the newly added steps."

"This is impossible!"

Hermione screamed, then took the book from Harry's hand and read it.

Afterwards, Harry and Ron heard Hermione screaming "impossible" from time to time, obviously the content of the book violated her understanding of the world.

"It's not scientific! It's not magic! I won't believe it if you kill me. Are you trying to convince me that a handwritten recipe from an old book is more correct than what Professor Slughorn taught him from the authoritative textbook?"

Hermione roared, and Harry was finally angry at this time. He took the old book back and said angrily:

"Then you mean I cheated! I'm telling you now that everything I said is true, maybe you can ask Professor Slughorn for some Veritaserum, so you can trust me !"

After saying that, Harry turned his head and was about to leave, while Hermione was speechless in anger.

Ron on the side was anxious, he grabbed Harry's robe and said:

"Hey Harry, don't be mad, we're all friends, don't be mad!"

Harry angrily did not speak, but his footsteps stopped.

"But I still have a question." Ron continued. "If you're telling the truth, then Mike should have written down everything in this book. In that case, the winner is Why is man not him?"

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

Hermione on the side was blushing.

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

It's just that she really can't say why she is so embarrassed!

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

"Why don't I go to Mike and ask, since he gave 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 in a while, and it will probably take a long time."