As soon as he finished speaking, Professor Slughorn gently opened a crucible on his right hand.

"I think some of you must have read the Potions class textbook before class," he said loudly, "So I want to ask, can anyone tell me what kind of potion this is?"

Many students slightly stood up from their seats and looked at the boiling crucible.

What was boiling inside was a pot of light pink potion, emitting white smoke, and it seemed to be hissing.

Matthew frowned and thought for a moment—

In fact, he had already made some preparations.

After knowing that the Potions Teacher and Slytherin's Dean is a "snobbish" character like Horace Slughorn, who only prefers students with outstanding family backgrounds or outstanding talents.

In his spare time these days, he has been reading the Potion Textbook when he has time, and has also consulted some Potion-related information when he is in the library.

Strive to be a student who is "outstanding talent" in Slughorn's mind.

If he can be recognized by a professor and dean, it will undoubtedly be of great benefit to his future life in Hogwarts and even in the magical world.

After thinking for a few seconds, Matthew raised his hand.

Slughorn pointed at him.

"This is a decoction of the Living Hell, also known as the Life and Dead Water." He replied slowly: "It is a powerful sleeping pill that can make the drinker sleep and look like he is dead."

"Very good, very good!" Slughorn nodded happily.

He couldn't help but look at Matthew a few more times: "What's your name?"

In fact, just five minutes ago, he called Matthew's name when he called.

"Matthew Wakefield!" Matthew replied.

"Very good, Mr. Wakefield, please sit!"

Slughorn nodded at Matthew very politely, and then he began to approach the cauldron on the far right of the classroom.

"Now it's this potion, can anyone tell me what it is?"

The agent in the crucible appears a dull yellow color, and at the same time it makes the air smell fragrant, making people feel comfortable.

Matthew raised his hand again.

"Brave attempt, Mr. Wakefield!" Slughorn shouted.

"I think this is a pill of joy..." Matthew stood up and replied: "It can bring happiness and joy to people in a short period of time, but this feeling will not last too long..."

"Very right!" Slughorn looked extremely excited: "Mr. Wickfield, are you a student at Slytherin or Gryffindor?"

"Slytherin, sir!"

"That was simply amazing. I hardly noticed that such an excellent freshman came to my academy..."

The Potions professor was not stingy with praise at all, his walrus beard trembling on his smiling mouth.

He walked around the classroom and came to the crucible on the far left side, gently opened it-

"The next question will be more difficult... Does anyone want to try it?"

Matthew once again slightly stood up from his seat and looked at the cauldron.

But this time he was stunned... the potion in the crucible was transparent, and after so long steaming, it still did not boil. The liquid level was extremely calm, without any smoke, and it emitted a faint, durian-like odor.

Matthew racked his brains and began to recall "Magic Potions and Potions", but he had no impression of the potion in front of him.

"Yes, this question is difficult...so I think it shouldn't..." Slughorn's voice suddenly came to an abrupt end.

Because of a fair hand, I suddenly raised it up.

"Very good, this lady!" Slughorn's face suddenly showed joy.

The one who raised his hand was Agnes Lesterlanch.

She stood up and said calmly: "This is a light drink. Its effect is to lighten the wizard's body when taken. It can even fly in the sky if used properly... Its preparation materials include Ariot's leaves, Flying Rice and Moonstone powder..."

Light potion...Flying worm...Ariot's leaves...

What are these things? Matthew has almost no impression of these things. It may be that "Magic Potions and Potions" does not record it, or it may be that he did not see it.

"Totally completely correct!" Slughorn's face showed a very exaggerated excitement:

"So, can you tell me your name, this beautiful lady?"

"Agnes Lesterlanch."

"Leestrange?" Slughorn's expression was stunned.

Then his face quickly became flat: "Okay, please sit down."

He didn't even look at the girl again.

He came to the last crucible and opened it.

He asked directly: "Mr. Wakefield, can you tell me your answer?"

Matthew didn't expect Slughorn to come here, so he stood up and looked at the cauldron-

There was something like mud slowly waving with bubbles inside.

"I think...it may be a compound decoction?"

"It's not bad at all!" Slughorn showed his sincere appreciation at this time: "I think you should also know very well, right?"

"Insert the things on the person you want to become, and drink them, and you can become the other person in an hour," Matthew replied honestly.

"Great!" Slughorn began to applaud.

It also caused a sparse applause.

...

After such an opening remark, the Potions class officially began.

Slughorn divided them into two groups and guided them to mix and prepare a simple potion for curing scabies.

Matthew's partner is Neville Longbottom of Gryffindor.

"Matthew, I didn't expect you to be so powerful!" Neville said sincerely.

"I just read more books." Matthew smiled.

"It's a pity that you were actually assigned to Slytherin." Neville shook his head, and the work in his hand did not stop.

However, he has to say that his performance is excellent. Whether it is called dry nettle, crushing snake fangs, or steaming slugs with antennae, he has done it perfectly.

Everything went very smoothly...

The two of them were the first to prepare potions in the class and were commended by Professor Slughorn.

Just when Slughorn praised them-

A stream of acidic green smoke suddenly appeared in the underground classroom, and then a very loud hissing sound came.

It was the boy named Harry Evans, who didn't know what he did, causing Ronald Weasley's cauldron to explode.

The potion is flowing all over the ground now.

Moreover, his body was soaked with potions, and his arms and legs were covered with red and swollen scabies, which made him scream.

"Oh, boy, what have you done!" Slughorn couldn't help but shake his head, and he waved his wand to let the potion everywhere sweep away.

"This class is over early, I will take this child to the school hospital..." Slughorn said while carrying Evans:

"By the way, Wakefield. You can stay here for the time being. I hope to talk to you about something after I come back!"
Chapter completed!