Harry Potter and the Old Ones

"Well... that's great..." said Horace Slughorn, "Now that I've taken out a vial and put it here..."

With that said, Horace Slughorn gently placed the Fuling potion on the iron potion holder on the podium.

"You may be wondering, how can you win this incredible reward?" Horace Slughorn returned to the lecture mode and said in a brisk tone, "Well...please The book turns to page ten of "Advanced Potion Making". We have a little more than an hour left, and you have to use this time to prepare the hell potion with the correct dosage of potions. This is a potion of suspended animation. I know it is better than Everything you have done before is complicated, and I don’t expect to get a perfect potion from anyone...but the person who does it best will get this small bottle of Fuling potion, so okay, let’s start doing it. "

As soon as Horace Slughorn finished speaking, everyone immediately rushed back to their experimental benches and began to pull the crucible closer to them. This caused the entire Potions classroom to make harsh friction sounds one after another. , there was another muffled ding-dong sound when adding weights to the scale, but not many people spoke.

This seems a little weird, because everyone in this classroom is engrossed in the task at hand.

Even investigator Tiera was lowering her head and writing something.

Harry immediately bent over the tattered old book that Slug had lent him.

He was annoyed to find that the book's old owner had filled every page with scrawls, and now the margins of the book were as full of scrawls as the printing area.

"Um... Tiera, do you have a book?" Harry became upset after reading these words, and turned to look at Tiera.

"No." Tiera replied briefly, then stretched out her finger and lightly tapped the crucible in front of him.

The blazing flames under the crucible instantly converged and turned into clusters of small flames emitting light blue light.

The liquid in the crucible also stopped violently boiling one big bubble after another, and became more and more peaceful.

At this time, Tiera raised her hand to pick up the grass roots and gently tossed them upward——

The grass root was suspended in mid-air, and then Tiera gently knocked on the grass root. The grass root itself turned into pieces, part of it was thrown into the crucible, and the remaining part fell back on the table.

Apparently, Tiera accurately measured the correct dosage of grass roots for brewing the Living Hell Decoction without using a scale or scale.

As Tiera put the grass roots in, the liquid in the crucible took on a... "smooth, blackcurrant-colored liquid", just as the book described the correct appearance of the semi-finished product.

"I don't need books anymore." As she said that, Tiera picked up the sleeping bean with three hands, hung it above the crucible, and then pressed hard with three fingers——

The hypnotic bean, which was as hard as a lump of clay, was as fragile as a paper shell in Tiera's hands. It seemed that Tiera just squeezed it gently, and drops of dark black liquid dripped out of the hypnotic bean.

The black liquid passed through the light blue steam and fell into the crucible.

The liquid in the crucible instantly thickened and turned into a bright lavender liquid.

After seeing Tiera's smooth operation, Harry had no choice but to move closer to the old book to find the pharmaceutical formula. Even here, the old owner of the book had written annotations, and he had crossed out the original content. , after Harry quickly scanned through the dense notes, he had to quickly run to the locker to select the materials he needed.

When he rushed back to his crucible, he found that Tiera had already turned the potion in the crucible gradually clear——

According to the records in the book, this should only appear when the potion is about to be completed.

Everyone looks up from time to time to check on the progress of everyone else in the classroom. That's the good and bad thing about potion-making. You can't keep your work secret.

Countless anxious eyes were cast on Tiera, and then they shrank back fiercely, focusing again on the potion on their own table.

After carefully cutting the grass roots, Harry bent down to read the book again, trying to discern the actual contents of the textbook from the stupid scrawls of the original owner of the book.

This was not easy. The lights in the basement where the Potions classroom was located were already dim, especially now that the lights above his head were obscured by clouds of dim smoke, which made Harry, who was already in a hurry, even more annoyed.

For whatever reason, the guy wrote down an alternative dispensing procedure right next to the step where you should slice the hypnotic beans: "Crush with the side of a silver knife, squeezing out the juice instead of cutting it."

The hypnotic pod was difficult to cut, so Harry turned to Tiera and asked, "Can I borrow your silver knife?"

Halfway through the question, Harry was surprised to find that Tiera's table was empty except for a cauldron.

Tiera did not speak. While stirring the potion in the crucible with a glass rod, she stretched out her hand, picked up a hypnotic bean from Harry's experimental table, and squeezed it hard——

A large amount of juice was squeezed out of the sleep bean and dripped into Harry's cauldron.

The medicine in Harry's cauldron instantly turned as bright lavender as the textbook said.

"You, you, what are you doing?" Hermione was now flushed, her hair stood on end, and she looked like a big broom. She was anxiously stirring her pot of deep purple potion while pouring it towards Harry and Harry. Tiera looked over from the pot.

"We have to complete it independently!" Hermione's tone was a little hasty and choking because the potion was not brewed smoothly, "and your operation is very irregular!"

"Strictly speaking... everyone's operations are not very standardized." Tiera said nonchalantly, "No one is wearing gloves, masks or goggles. If it happens, it will be like Simofei..."

"Bang——"

Before Tiera could finish speaking, a small mushroom cloud rose from Seamus Finnigan's cauldron three seats away from them, and the hot breath burned his eyebrows off.

Undoubtedly, Seamus Finnigan's cauldron also broke into pieces with a crisp sound, mixed with the liquid in his pot that was as thick as plasticine.

"..." Tiera looked at Seamus Finnigan in silence, then quickly retracted her gaze and continued to concentrate on stirring the liquid in her pot.

He was really just joking...

I didn’t expect Simo to be so generous...

Obviously, Horace Slughorn was also startled by the situation at the scene. He froze on the spot for a moment before trotting over to deal with Seamus Finnigan's experimental bench.

"Okay, okay!" Horace Slughorn waved his wand a few times. After handling Seamus Finnigan's experimental table, Chi raised his head with sweat on his face and announced to the entire classroom. , "The time is up, students, please stop stirring!"