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Chapter 630 Slughorn's Unbelievable Journey
Chapter 630 Slughorn's Unbelievable Journey
As Hermione accurately called out the names of each potion, gasps of surprise rippled through the classroom every now and then. This seemed to have achieved Slughorn's earlier goal of broadening their horizons.
"Now, let's begin the lesson," Slughorn said, then deliberately took a small step forward, revealing the smallest black crucible on the podium behind him.
"Professor, you haven't told us what's in there yet!" someone shouted.
"Hmph!" Slughorn immediately pretended to have just discovered it and took another step outside.
Now Xilun could see it more clearly: the cauldron contained a golden potion that looked like melted Galon, and it was bubbling on the surface like a fountain, but not a single drop spilled outside.
Felix Felicis, also known as the potion of luck, is one of the most expensive magical potions that most wizards know about.
Siren had only ever seen Felix Felicis in bottles before, displayed prominently in the Diagon Alley Potions Shop, and it was not for sale; the shopkeeper refused to sell it to him no matter how much money was offered.
This was the first time he had ever seen Felix Ferulic in a crucible.
It's really amazing.
After Hermione accurately stated the name and effects of Felix Felicis once again, everyone in the class, including Malfoy who had seemed distracted by Snape's departure, sat up straight.
Clearly, even a wealthy pure-blood wizard like Malfoy would find it difficult to come across such a treasure.
Slughorn, with the help of Felix Felicis, successfully enlivened the atmosphere in the classroom.
Because he announced that he would give Felix Felicis as a prize to the person who performed best in the class.
Siren had never experienced such a quiet potions class. Everyone pulled their cauldrons in front of them, frantically flipping through "Advanced Potions Making," searching for the Living Hell Potion that Slughorn had just mentioned, and clattering weights and herbs onto the scales.
No one spoke; everyone's intensely focused attention was practically palpable.
The Living Hell Potion, also known as the Water of Life and Death, is a potent sleeping potion. This is not unfamiliar to Siron; he had just brewed it with Fred and George not long ago.
Crabbe and Goyle, those two muscle-bound, simple-minded idiots, how could they have woken up so early the next day if they hadn't slept enough?
Siren had been thinking of borrowing Harry's book to take a look, but now it seems unnecessary.
Speaking of which, Fred and George always seem to have unexpected talents in some strange and unusual places.
For example, their NEWT potion exam score was only E, but they were able to brew a love potion that many professional potion makers found complex, and they displayed it in their store as their main product for sale.
They were also very skilled at using the Living Hell Soup and the Transformation Potion (Canary Cookies).
And none of these processes are as complicated as NEWT's exam questions.
Silen briefly recalled what Fred and George had done, and then got to work. Ten minutes later, the entire classroom was filled with pale blue steam.
The potion in the Xilun cauldron had also turned into that "smooth, brownish-yellow liquid," which was the ideal state when the potion was halfway through boiling.
Of course, it's not difficult to do this; most people in the classroom have already done it. The key is what comes next.
"Sirlen, can I borrow your silver knife?" Harry suddenly asked.
Xilun nodded.
"Thank you." Harry took the knife, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Someone in my book made notes saying that squeezing the juice from the side with a silver knife makes it easier to extract the juice than slicing it. You can try it."
"I know, but I have an easier way," Siron said, taking two silver scissors from his pocket, wiping them clean, pinching the sleep bean between his fingers, and squeezing it hard above the crucible.
A large amount of liquid immediately flowed out from the gap between the two silver coins, and not a single drop was wasted; it all fell into the crucible.
"Oh!" Harry exclaimed.
He glanced at the silver scimitar in Xilun's hand, then at the small knife in his own.
"Silen—um, do you still need that?"
"Here you go." Cyril handed the silver Sickle to Harry, who followed suit and then gave it to Ron, who was waiting eagerly—though Cyril thought he probably didn't need it either.
Ron made a mistake from the start; the potion in his crucible looked like a pot of melted licorice.
Meanwhile, the potion in the Xilun cauldron had turned into a light lilac color, which quickly turned purple.
Next comes stirring. The book says to stir counterclockwise seven times, then stir again seven times after a five-minute break, until the potion turns a perfect light pink color.
This is a complex and extremely patient task, and it is the most difficult step in preparing the Hellfire Potion. If the stirring time is even one second too late or too early, the potion may be ruined.
How did Fred and George do it again—it seems they didn't do anything, they were just talking to themselves when they got to this point.
Xilun turned the fire down to the lowest setting, then placed the wand upright on the crucible and let it spin on its own like stirring coffee.
After doing all that, Xilun seemed to be fine all of a sudden.
In stark contrast to him, Hermione was nearly frantic with work; her face was flushed from the steam in the cauldron, and her hair was becoming increasingly disheveled from scratching.
Even if she watched the time very carefully, it was difficult to precisely time the potion in the crucible to move at that exact moment.
So far, the potion in her crucible remains the same purple color it was before it was finished, and it refuses to change at all.
Harry's potion, on the contrary, turned pale pink.
"How did you do that?" Hermione couldn't help but ask.
"Stir it clockwise again—"
"No, no, the book says to go counter-clockwise!" Hermione said decisively.
Harry shrugged and said nothing more.
She then looked towards Xilun, and after a moment's pause, she almost let out a sharp explosion.
"What are you doing, drinking coffee?"
She simply couldn't imagine anyone stirring potions like a coffee blender; to her, this behavior was even more unorthodox than Harry's "clockwise."
Fortunately, her alarm clock went off at that moment.
Hermione had no choice but to turn around immediately and stir the potion in the cauldron with her wand.
Another ten minutes passed.
"Alright, time's up!" Slughorn shouted, beginning to check everyone's crucibles.
Even for these high-achieving students, the Living Hell Soup remained a difficult challenge. Slughorn read half of it without saying a word.
He walked over to Ron with anticipation and glanced at the syrup-like substance in his crucible—
"If it's mead, this is probably the highest quality one."
Ron's face immediately turned red.
Although Hermione's potion was still purple, Slughorn nodded approvingly when he saw it—for a sixth-year student, it was already quite good for the first time.
Then he glanced at Harry's cauldron, and an unbelievable look of joy spread across his face.
"The undisputed winner—" Slughorn wanted to say, but there was still one person's cauldron he hadn't looked at, and out of the professor's due rigor, he held back.
However, Slughorn did not believe that Cyren Ollivander could surpass Harry, because he had just seen it himself; how could such a perfunctory stirring method possibly succeed?
I guess it'll be another pot of "mead".
He walked hastily to Xilun's side, glanced casually into the crucible, and then prepared to present the reward he had promised.
However, once he saw her, he couldn't look away.
The original purple potion in the cauldron, under his gaze and with the wand's perfunctory stirring, slowly and clearly turned into a perfect pale pink.
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