Chapter 450： Winner

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

She had noticed the first blue steam rising from Mike’s table just now. This change made her very impatient, because it means that Mike’s current progress has surpassed her. This is something Hermione cannot tolerate. of.

There are many people who noticed this, such as Slughorn and Draco.

It's just that the former only chuckled when he saw it, and didn't bother, but the latter was anxious. He looked at Slughorn, who was patrolling near the Slytherin table, and said:

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

Hearing that Slughorn turned his head and looked at Draco, who had a faintly anxious look on his face, and the only passable solution in his cauldron, Slughorn understood him almost instantly. Thoughts.

As usual, Slughorn might give him some small help as Draco wished, after all, he was the eldest son of the Malfoy family.

It's just that the situation is different now. Voldemort is rampant in the country. Slughorn doesn't like him or the Death Eaters at all, and he doesn't want to deal with them 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 is also reasonable, after all, he is 80 years old and can still get dragon sores."

As soon as he said this, Draco's face suddenly became gloomy, and Mike in the distance laughed out loud.

Dragon yin sore is a kind of x disease that appears in dragons. This disease is very terrible. It can be spread across races through x behaviors and has a very high mortality rate to humans.

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

And it is interesting that this terrible infectious disease will lose its contagiousness after humans are infected with dragon's yin sore. This 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 old and strong, so that he can contract this disease at the age of 80.

This is very remote cold knowledge, except for Mike and Draco in the classroom, only Slughorn and Hermione knew about it. At this moment, Slughorn who heard the laughter also turned his head. Raised an eyebrow at Mike and smiled.

Obviously, he was very happy that his own words were understood by others.

Mike also smiled and nodded, before looking down at his cauldron again.

It doesn't matter if you don't look at it, Mike's face suddenly turned black when he was shocked.

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

"Ah! It's a pity that I haven't mastered the heat well, and it's a bit overcooked."

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

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

Looking at the hourglass on the podium, it is now less than 20 minutes before the end of get out of class. At this time, it’s too late to make another one. When he sees it, Mike doesn’t hesitate anymore and simply uses the overcooked liquid medicine Started the next production.

Slughorn stopped talking when he saw this, and finally walked away.

Soon Mike's life and death water was completed, but compared with the perfect version recorded in the book, his finished product was obviously too dark in color.

shook his head helplessly, Mike did not intend to pretend to be the defective product, but turned to look at the others in the classroom.

Franklin's cauldron is already in a mess, and the black paint color is easily reminiscent of poison.

But he still didn't give up, he was still desperately stirring the viscous liquid in the cauldron, and he put some wormwood water in from time to time. His expression was rough and rough, and he looked a little frustrated.

Draco seemed to have given up the fight for the prize. At this moment, he was chattering with Parkinson beside him with a dark 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 time, he was stirring the crucible with great interest, stirring it clockwise for a while, and stirring it counterclockwise for a while. Judging from the excited expression, the progress should be very good.

"Alright! Time is up! Please stop what you are doing!"

Slughorn’s words stopped everyone, and then he began to walk between the tables, checking everyone's crucible one by one.

The first thing to bear is the Ravenclaw long table. When he saw the dark liquid in Mike's cauldron, a look of regret appeared on his face.

"It's a pity!" Slughorn leaned down a little, and whispered guiltily, "It's all my fault. If I didn't tell the joke, it wouldn't happen."

"It's okay, Professor."

Slughorn patted Mike on the shoulder and walked away.

As for Franklin's crucible, he didn't even look at his face, because it was emitting a disgusting and disgusting smell, which was obviously not the smell of a qualified life and death water.

Professor Slughorn walked through the classroom constantly, checking each student's crucible with his eyes, and from time to time he would bend over and smell it with his nose.

When passing by Hermione, he nodded approvingly at Hermione, but didn't say a word, while Ron beside her enjoyed the same treatment as Franklin, because his work was almost like Franklin. As much as possible, almost all the liquid medicine in the cauldron has been refined into asphalt.

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

"Merlin! This is amazing!" Slughorn said excitedly at a super fast speed, and the two walrus beards are about to fly. "You obviously inherited your mother's potion. Talent! Harry! You are a well-deserved champion!"

As he said, Slughorn took the glass bottle out of his arms and plugged it into Harry's arms.

"Come on, here you are, I will tell you what I say, and give you a bottle of blessing potion, I hope you can make good use of it!"

Harry held the blessing potion with a dazed expression, apparently still not clear what happened.

There was silence on the Slytherin side, and the eyes of Draco and others at Harry were almost burning.

The Ron beside Harry screamed and jumped on Harry and cheered. As for Hermione, her head was lowered and she looked at her cauldron without saying a word.

At this moment, Slughorn finally announced the end of get out of class.

Everyone in the rest of the academy quickly left the classroom and lost the prize. They don't want to stay in this sad place now.

And the Gryffindors gathered at Harry's side as quickly as possible, looking at Harry's precious potion of blessing anxiously.

The corners of Mike's mouth rose when he saw it. He glanced at the textbook that Harry had carefully put away, and then put everything into his pocket and prepared to evacuate.

But at this moment, Sleghorn stood in front of him and said in a kind tone:

"Mike, can I talk to you alone?"

Franklin looked at Mike when he heard the words, and saw that the latter nodded, and then 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, and then handed a letter to Mike, "This is a letter, I wrote it. You can open it first. Look."

Mike glanced at Slughorn with a foolish look, and then opened 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 curse professor to join the party on the evening of next Saturday.

"Slug Club" founder

Senior member of the Association of Extraordinary Pharmacists

Senior Member of the International Federation of Wizards

Horace-Slaghorn

"As you can see, this is an invitation letter." Slughoe said after seeing Mike read it, "Originally, this letter should be delivered to your bedroom tonight like everyone else's, but I think You are different, so you delivered it yourself."

"Then, Mr. Tonley, would you like to join the'slug club'?"

Looking at Slughorn's expectant look, Mike's smile became brighter.

"Of course! Professor, it is my honor."

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

"Okay, Professor."

After 　　 said, Mike turned and left, but only halfway through, Slughorn chased him up again, panting and stuffed a small bottle of fortune into Mike's arms.

"This is your compensation, Mike." Slughorn said, "Don't refuse! I know that your potion would definitely be better than Harry if it weren't for me! That's it, I'm leaving!"

Slughorn seemed to have to fly as soon as he finished speaking, leaving Mike standing on the spot, looking at the small bottle of blessing and smiling:

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

……

"Harry, [Zero Reading 00ks] Can your elixir divide me some?"

On the corridor, Ron, who was returning to the lounge, suddenly said to Harry beside him.

"I mean, if Professor Slughorn hadn't lied, that bottle of elixir should be able to make twelve hours of luck. So I think maybe you might be willing to divide me an hour. I also want to feel The feeling that what you want will come true..."

Ron's voice was getting softer and softer, until finally Harry couldn't hear it even close at hand.

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

"Ha! This is really great! As for the magic potion we can give to Hermione, she must understand this!"

Ron said happily, but when Harry heard the words Hermione, there was an unnatural flash across his face.

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

Harry was thinking about it, and grabbed a hand on his shoulder.

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

"how did you do it!"

Hermione asked.

Harry knew what she was asking, but he said deliberately:

"Uh, what are you talking about, I am not..."

"Don't pretend to be stupid, how do you make life and death water better than me!"

"me……"

"Don't tell me that you previewed things like that. I have been a classmate with you for 5 years. I know your potion level! So! Tell me the truth!"

"Okay, okay!" Harry shook his head helplessly, blushing, and took out the Half-Blood Prince's textbook. "Remember the book Mike gave me? I just followed the steps above. I made the life and death water, but the original steps above have been obliterated, and I refer to the newly added steps."

"This is impossible!"

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

Then, Harry and Ron heard that Hermione would yell "Impossible" from time to time. Obviously the contents of the book violated her knowledge of the world.

"It's not science! It's not magic! I don't even believe you to kill me. Do you want me to believe that a recipe written by hand in an old book is more correct than what Professor Slughorn taught according to authoritative textbooks?"

Hermione roared, and Harry finally got angry at this time. He snatched the old book back again, and said angrily:

"Then what you mean is that I cheated! I'm telling you clearly now Everything I said is truthful, maybe you can ask Professor Slughorn for a little Veritaserum, Then you can trust me!"

Harry turned his head and left, and Hermione was so angry that he couldn't speak.

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

"Hey, Harry, don't be angry, we are all friends, don't be angry!"

Harry didn't speak angrily, but his footsteps stopped.

"But I still have a question." Ron continued to ask, "If you are telling the truth, then Mike should have already written down the contents of this book. In that case, he won. Why isn't the man him?"

Harry was taken aback when he heard that. Indeed, Ron's words were so reasonable that he couldn't even explain them.

But Hermione on the side blushed.

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

It’s just that she can’t tell the reason for being so embarrassed!

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

"Why don't I go to Mike and ask, since he gave the book, then 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 timetable. Mike will have a defense against the Dark Arts class in a while. It will probably take a long time."