"Exactly correct, very good, very good!" Slughorn nodded happily, "Well done, Potter, your mother was also quite good when she was in school, so now..."

He pointed to the reagent bottles on the other side, which were filled with medicines that were bright and dazzling green.

Hermione's hand quickly rose up again, but unfortunately, Slughorn still didn't click on her this time, because the Potions professor had not yet had time to look away from Harry Potter.

Move direction.

"Shrinking Potion, Professor. This is what we will learn in the third grade. Yours is the most perfect form."

This time it was not Harry who answered Slughorn, but Draco Malfoy who was sitting next to him. The boy's somewhat pale face showed a confident look, and he bowed politely, just right.

Added one sentence.

"Such a shrinking potion can precisely control the effect. In today's magic world, the only one who can brew such a high-quality potion is an experienced potion master like you..."

"Oh, kid, I don't dare take this seriously. There are many potions masters of the same level as me."

Horace Slughorn waved his hand quickly and said modestly.

However, judging from the smile on the old wizard's face, it was obvious that Draco Malfoy's words were quite useful. What made Slughorn even more excited was that the potential wizards in this class were obviously more powerful than he had previously imagined.

many.

"Great, great, then I'll add an extra question. Well, this was originally an eye-opening potion for the sixth graders tomorrow. Look what it is. Of course, because it hasn't been brewed yet,

So you"

Slughorn mysteriously pointed to a small black cauldron beside his podium.

The potion in the crucible was splashing rapidly, but perhaps it had not been brewed successfully, so the color would suddenly change several times from time to time. Hermione, who was sitting in the front row, even saw the remains of the potion that had not disappeared flashing on the surface.

And passed away.

The mysterious potion that has not yet been brewed?

And it’s also a rare magic potion that can open the eyes of sixth graders?

How could this be guessed?

The little wizards in the classroom looked at each other and shook their heads in confusion.

Hermione, Harry and Draco tried a few potions, but none of them guessed correctly. Looking at the young wizards who finally looked confused and curious, Horace Slughorn relaxed slightly.

tone.

If someone can guess even this unfinished potion, then he is really...

"This should be... the elixir of good fortune? The legendary lucky potion?"

Just when Horace Slughorn was about to reveal the answer to the mystery, a lovely voice suddenly came to his ears.

I saw the silver-haired little witch who had been quietly like an ordinary student since she entered the underground classroom, except for reminding everyone to read the rules aloud. She gently held her chin with her right hand and whispered curiously.
Chapter completed!