Hogwarts: I'm Cousin Harry

Chapter 455 450. Not just SSR, but UR!

In the potions class the next day, Slughorn watched with great anticipation as the little wizards from the four houses took their seats one by one. Unlike the fifth grade, since the sixth grade, the little wizards no longer read the same books. courses, but will determine whether you can take advanced classes based on the OWLs test results.

Therefore, the number of people participating in the Potions class this year was instantly reduced by half, so that students from the four houses can study together.

"Open your textbooks. Today is your first Potions class in sixth grade. I hope you will remember this very meaningful class."

Slughorn said as he took out a small corked glass bottle from his pocket. He held the bottle up and waved it in front of the little wizards.

"This is a very special potion. It is called the potion of luck. Can anyone tell me what kind of potion it is."

"Elixir of Fortune, Professor."

The first person to answer his question must be Hermione, and she raised her hand before Slughorn even finished the question.

"very true!"

Slughorn said, shaking the vial at the others a few times. The transparent vial looked shiny in the dim light.

"Yes, this is the Elixir of Fortune. I will use it as the prize for this class."

To his surprise, there was no discussion as he had imagined. The students in the audience acted extremely calm, as if what he had just said was not Felixir but a plaster to treat scabies.

"Please turn to page [-] of "Advanced Potion Making". There are still more than two hours before class ends. You guys can use this time to brew a potion of living hell. I know this is your first time. It’s such a complicated potion, so I don’t expect anyone to make a perfect potion. The person who makes the best potion will win this small bottle of elixir.”

Slughorn planned to use the simplest and crudest way to find talents from this group of young wizards.

"Professor." As soon as he finished speaking, a young wizard in the audience said, "We already learned the contents of the Living Hell Potion in the fourth grade."

"Oh, your Professor Snape never told me about this."

Snape didn't even tell him about the teaching progress, but simply said before he went to class: "I suggest you teach them with your true skills. They are all very picky students." '

Slughorn frowned and thought for a while: "I won't change the question, so the person who does the best will win this small bottle of elixir."

As soon as he finished speaking, the eyes of the little wizards all looked at the same place.

Dudley's seat.

If anyone here has the highest level of potions, it is none other than Dudley. That is Snape, the 'big troll' who could pick a few bones out of an egg.

As long as he joins the others, there will still be a role?
So Dudley spread his hands and said, "My score will not be counted in this test."

He can brew the elixir himself, it just takes a while, there is no need to compete with his classmates and dampen the enthusiasm of others.

After he finished speaking, everyone else's faces showed a hint of joy.

As long as Dudley didn't participate, then they wouldn't have any expressions on their faces.

Because they thought of another potion master, Miss Granger, who although slightly inferior to Dudley, made equally excellent potions.

This time Dudley chose to ignore it. He would not let Hermione have this decision and let her grades not count.

Seeing that Dudley did not express his position, the little wizards all showed regretful expressions, but after Slughorn announced the start, they still joined the ranks of making the potion seriously.

Although hope is slim, at least there is hope.

At least he won't be absolutely crushed.

"Okay, time's up." Slughorn said with a pause, "Let me take a look at your work."

"Oh, great!"

"This one too."

"Absolutely excellent work" Looking at the works of the little wizards, the expression on Slughorn's face gradually changed from the original joy to ecstasy.

Albus didn't lie to me, these students are really excellent.

The difficulty of living hell decoction is definitely not small. Even if you have learned it, it does not mean that you can successfully brew it.

Unexpectedly, everyone did it.

Just because it was so good, Slughorn began to worry. Every work seemed to be perfectly done, and he really didn't know which one to choose.

Until he discovered Hermione's.
"very perfect."

Slughorn looked at the liquid in Hermione's cauldron with surprise, and then he saw Harry's work next to him.

"I've never seen anything like this."

Slughorn's eyes widened when he saw Harry drying the liquid in the pot. It would have been the same if he had made it himself.

Harry's talent for potions is extremely partial. The Living Hell Potion is also known as the Water of Life and Death. Just from the name, you can tell what type of potion it belongs to.

There is no doubt that it is a powerful sleeping pill, a non-lethal poison and a magic potion.

“The undisputed winner”

Finally, Slughorn's eyes fell on Dudley's cauldron, and his whole expression froze.

Although the color and shape of the liquid in the crucible looked like a potion of living hell, Slughorn was certain that it was no longer a pure potion of living hell.

Whose living hell decoction exudes a strange fragrance and has mushrooms floating on it?

Is it a vegetable or a magic potion?
There must be something wrong.
Failed?
Didn't expect that Dursley, whom he was originally optimistic about, turned out to be a potions idiot?

Slughorn walked quickly to Dudley's cauldron, dipped a little on the nail of his little finger and put it in his mouth.

Hearing with the ears is false, and seeing with the eyes is false. The eyes may deceive themselves.
Therefore, tasting it with your mouth is the most direct way to judge a potion.

"!!!"

The moment the pink liquid was put into his mouth, Slughorn felt that his taste buds were completely conquered.

He has never had anything so delicious
No, no, he came here to taste the potion, not to drink the soup.

He looked at Dudley and was about to speak when he felt an overwhelming wave of sleep coming over him.

He quickly took out a bottle of magic potion from his pocket and drank it. Most of his sleepiness was relieved, but there was still a trace left.

It is indeed the effect of the living hell decoction. No, it is several times stronger than the ordinary living hell decoction. Ordinary decoctions do not have such a terrifying effect, and even taking the antidote cannot alleviate it.

At this moment, Slughorn felt that his 120-year view on potions was shattered all over the floor.

Is it so great to turn potions into dishes?

At this time, Slughorn remembered what Dudley had just said, that his score would not be counted in this test.

It was strange that he had to participate, because the opponent's ability was enough to establish a sect and another branch of potions.

Seeing such an outstanding Dudley, Slughorn was extremely excited.

I feel like I have discovered not just SSR, but the top UR!

(End of this chapter)