HP Magic Biography

"A small bottle of blessing," Slughorn said emphatically, then took a small cork-stopped glass bottle from his pocket and showed it to everyone. "It is enough to sustain good luck for 2 hours. From dawn to dusk, everything you want to do will be lucky."

Fanlin nodded. According to Slughorn’s temperament, naturally, when he came up, he would show his best side for everyone to see, so as to improve his own position, and the allocation of blessings is just a good one. Gimmick.

This thing is not common, but it can be said to be rare. After all, at some point, a bottle of blessing is enough to change the fate of the user, and now it seems that both Harry and Malfoy need this thing.

Fanlin looked down at the textbook on the table again, and he had put the suspected notebook that he pulled out and put it in front of Harry.

If what he got was Snape's potion notes at the beginning, then obviously Harry would follow the notes and eventually get the small bottle of blessing potion.

If you keep holding it, obviously, this is of no use.

In fact, as Slughorn said, the elixir is not a precious thing. Excessive dependence can produce very bad results. And the work Fanlin is doing, whether it is a confrontation with the Death Eaters, Still the study of alchemy.

Coincident mergers cannot solve all the problems, and the effect of Fu Ling Ji is not long enough for Fanlin to complete the entire work or research to be carried out.

Unlike Harry, if Dumbledore was training Harry, at some point, the blessing potion still played a great role.

Slughorn was still immersed in the pride of making the elixir. Fortunately, the professor soon woke up and resumed his job.

"Now, I have to warn you that the elixir is a banned substance in various organized competitions... such as sports events, examinations or elections. So our winners can only use it on a normal day... …And then wait to see how this ordinary day becomes extraordinary!"

"So," Slughu said suddenly and briskly, "how can you win this incredible reward? Okay, turn to page ten of Advanced Potions Preparation. We have a little more than an hour left, You have to prepare a decent life-and-death water during this time. I know this is more complicated than what you have prepared before, and I don’t expect to get a perfect potion from anyone. But, do the best The person who will win this bottle of elixir. Let’s start!"

With an order, everyone pulled the crucible towards them, dragged a harsh rubbing sound on the table, and made a few muffled noises when adding weights to the balance, but no one spoke. The classroom is full of visible and tangible concentration.

Fanlin saw Malfoy flip through his "Advanced Potions Preparation" with excitement. It couldn't be more obvious, Malfoy wanted to have that lucky day.

As for the reason, Fanlin probably knew it too.

After all, the task of assassinating Dumbledore could not be accomplished by anyone.

In fact, Voldemort's original intention was only to punish the Malfoys, but Draco was still in the dark.

This is very deceptive.

Honor, status, and the trust of the Dark Lord.

Especially when born in a Death Eater family, as a pure-blooded nobleman, the Dark Lord now represents eternal glory.

This is not difficult to understand.

Young and energetic Draco was complacent because of Voldemort's trust, even Fanlin was no exception, because of Hermione's gentleness and indulged...

Probably the same concept.

Judging from Draco's state, it is clear that completing the Dark Lord's task is the highest order. For this, Draco will do everything possible.

Now Draco does not lack courage. What is lacking now is just an opportunity, and the Pill of Fortune can help Draco do this. Naturally, Draco does not want to give up this small potion.

This is probably the state of not waking up yet.

"Let’s get started." Fanlin said, picking up the two books first, at least on the surface there is no difference, they are all the same shabby.

Fanlin deliberately put the book with the notes in front of Harry, "I think this reward is not bad."

"It's amazing," Ron said, grabbing the book in his hand and opening it to prepare for his work.

Harry immediately bent down to read the tattered old book that Slughorn had lent him.

He was annoyed to find that the old owner of the book was full of scribbles on every page, and the blank spaces of the book were as black as they had been printed. He can only get closer to identify the recipe (even here, the old owner of the book is full of notes and crossed out part of it), and then hurried to the locker to find the ingredients he needs.

When Harry rushed back to his cauldron, Malfoy was already cutting the valerian root as quickly as possible.

This made him a big step behind the others, and Fanlin did not hurriedly put everything on the table.

Fanlin once configured the life and death water. According to the method in the book, it is obviously not an hour to configure a nearly perfect life and death water, but Fanlin really wants to see Snape's approach, that is, ha Lee’s approach.

Everyone looked up at the progress of others from time to time; this was both the advantage and the disadvantage of the Potions class, and it was difficult to keep your work secret.

Within ten minutes, the classroom was filled with blue steam.

Hermione, as expected, it seemed that the progress was the fastest.

Her potion is already similar to a "uniform, black currant-colored liquid", exactly what the ideal semi-finished product mentioned in the book looks like.

And Fanlin's potions were almost evenly blended, and Harry had only just begun to prepare the ingredients because of the ingredients.

After cutting the grass roots, Harry bent down again to read.

Harry was very annoyed to recognize the operating instructions from the silly scribbles of the old owner of the book. For some reason, the man disagreed with the order of cutting the sleepy beans, but wrote another operating instruction: It is better to squeeze out the juice than to cut it out with the smooth side of a silver knife.

Harry looked up at the people around him. He remembered that Sleeping Beans should be cut, at least Fanlin was like that just now...

"Professor, I think you know my grandfather Abraxas Malfoy?" Harry looked up, and Slughorn was passing Slytherin's table.

"Yes," Slughorn didn't look at Malfoy. "I'm sorry to hear that he died, but of course it's not very unexpected. He had dragon pox at his age..."

He walked away. Harry snickered on the cauldron. He knew that Malfoy must want to be treated like Harry and Shabini; perhaps he even wanted to get the kind of preferential treatment Snape gave him.

But it seems that if he wants to win that bottle of blessing potion, he can only rely on his real ability. Sleeping beans are indeed very difficult to cut. Harry turned to Hermione.

"Can I borrow your silver knife?"

Hermione nodded impatiently. Her eyes hadn't left her potion. It was still dark purple, but according to the book, it should be light lilac now.

Ha used the side of the knife to grind the beans. What surprised him was that the beans immediately ooze a lot of juice, and he even wondered if the crumpled beans could hold so much juice.

He quickly shoveled them all into the crucible, and he was surprised to find that the potion immediately turned into the light lilac color described in the textbook. His anger at the old owner of the book disappeared immediately.

Harry glanced sideways at the next line of instructions in the book. According to the textbook, he must stir the potion counterclockwise until it becomes clear and transparent.

According to the note of the old owner of the book, he should add a clockwise stir after every seven counterclockwise stirs.

Could this old master be right again? Harry held his breath and stirred in a counterclockwise direction, then clockwise. It worked quickly! The potion turned a very pale pink.

"How did you do it?" Hermione asked, her face flushed and her hair thicker and denser in the smoke from the cauldron; her potion remained purple.

"Add one more clockwise stirring—"

"No, no, it says counterclockwise in the book!" She interrupted him abruptly. Harry shrugged and proceeded to do his own way. Seven counterclockwise, one clockwise, pause... Seven counterclockwise, one clockwise...

Fanlin looked at Harry's operation, it was obvious that it was Snape's notes, and in terms of the effect...

Seeing that he was still showing the purple crucible, it was obvious that Snape hadn't worked hard to teach him the knowledge of potion operation. According to his usual experience, it would take at least ten minutes to become The color you want on the book.

On the other side of the table, Ron was cursing fluently, his potion looked like a licorice root potion.

Fanlin glanced around, and no one's potion was as light as Harry's.

Obviously, Harry discovered this too, and he felt very proud. This kind of thing had never happened before in this underground classroom.

Unable to help, Harry smiled at Fanlin, this was the first time, and it was in the potions class...

"Time...up!" Slughorn called. "Please stop stirring!"

Slughorn slowly inspected each crucible between the desks. He did not comment, but only stirred or sniffed the medicine occasionally. Finally, he came to the table where Fanlin was sitting.

He smiled bitterly at the tar-like thing in Ron's cauldron. Quickly sweeping Ernie's navy blue mixture, he nodded satisfied with Hermione's potion.

Similar to Hermione, Fanlin's potion followed the normal configuration procedure of the book, and it was obviously impossible to do better than Hermione.

Naturally, Slughorn was only satisfied with Fanlin's potion, saying that everything was within his expectations.

Then he saw Harry's, with a pleasant smile on his face.

"Undoubtedly winner!" he shouted to the entire underground classroom. "Excellent, great, Harry! My goodness, you obviously inherited your mother's talent. She is a potion master, Lily is! Take it, then, take a bottle of Fu Ling The agent, as promised before, use it well!"

Harry stuffed the small bottle of golden liquid into his inner pocket. It felt complicated. On the one hand, he was happy to see the rage on the face of the Slytherin student, and on the other hand, he felt a little guilty when he saw Hermione’s regretful expression. . And Ron was just dumbfounded.

"How did you do it?" he asked Harry quietly as they left the underground classroom.

"Luck, I think." Harry said, because Malfoy might still hear it. It wasn't until they were safely sitting at the Gryffindor table to eat dinner that Harry felt safe to tell them. As Harry told the story, Hermione's face grew more and more iron.

"I guess you must think I cheated?" He was exasperated by Hermione's expression after he finished speaking.

"Well, that's not the method you came up with yourself, right?" the girl said stiffly.

"He just did it according to another operation instruction different from ours," Fanlin said comfortingly. "The ending may be tragic, isn't it? But he took the risk and it paid off."

"Moreover, this is not a dangerous thing. The potion itself needs to be continuously improved, right? And Harry just changed the mixing steps..." Fanlin said, trying to make the girl not be too entangled with this. thing.

Ron sighed.

"Slahorn might have given me this book, but no, no one wrote on the one I got. Except for the vomiting mark on page 52, but—"

"Wait," a voice came from Harry's left ear, and he suddenly smelled a scent of flowers that he had also smelled in Slughorn's underground classroom. So Harry turned his head and saw Ginny sitting over.

"I heard that right? Are you executing an order written in a book, Harry?" She looked alert and angry. Harry immediately understood what she was thinking.

"Nothing." He lowered his voice comfortingly. "It's not like that ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ You know, Riddle's diary. This is just an old textbook that was graffitied."

"But are you doing what it says on it?"

"I just tried some of the tips on the white edge of the page. To be honest, Ginny, it's nothing unusual—"

"Ginny got it to the point," Hermione immediately refreshed, "We should check if there is anything wrong. I mean, all those strange comments, who knows?"

"Hermione is right, Harry, maybe we should be more careful," Fanlin said. "However, this is just a simple magic."

"How?" Harry said, putting the book on the table, no one can guarantee that this is another diary that Riddle left behind.

Potions lesson notes? From Voldemort?

"I'll do it again!" Hermione could not wait to tap the note Harry brought back with her magic wand.

The pages of the book slammed open, however, except for the tiny black tiny prints, Fanlin didn't find any abnormalities...

At least, sitting here, the half-blood prince Fanlin hasn't found a few words until now.

"This... looks okay," Hermione still stared at the book suspiciously. "I mean, it really doesn't look like...just a textbook."

"But at least there is no problem, right?" Harry said, seeming to mock their distrust.

"Okay, I took it back." Harry had the book on the table with him, but it fell to the ground in his hand and spread out.

No one is watching. Harry bent down to pick up the book. At the same time, he saw that the bottom of the back cover was written in the same small, scribbled handwriting. Those operating instructions with the same handwriting had just won him a bottle of blessing. She was hiding safely in a pair of socks in the box upstairs.