Chapter 457 Winner

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

She had noticed the first blue steam rising from Mike's table just now. This change made her very impatient, because it meant that Mike's progress had surpassed hers, which Hermione could not tolerate.

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

However, the former only chuckled and did not make a sound to disturb them, while 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 Abraxas Malfoy?"

Hearing this, Slughorn turned his head and looked at Draco, who had a faint look of anxiety on his face, and the solution in his crucible that was only acceptable. Slughorn understood his thoughts almost instantly.

If it were usual, Slughorn might have given him some small help as Draco wished, after all, he was the eldest son of the Malfoy family.

But the situation is different now. Voldemort is rampant in Ying Kingdom. Slughorn has no good feelings towards him and the Death Eaters, and is unwilling to have anything to do with them.

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 reasonable, after all, he is 80 years old and can still get dragon's genitals."

As soon as these words came out, Draco's face suddenly became gloomy, and Mike in the distance laughed out loud.

Dragon's genitals is a sexual disease that appears in dragons. This disease is very terrible. It can be spread across races through sexual behavior, and the mortality rate for humans is extremely high.

This is not to say that Draco's grandfather did something unspeakable with the dragon. After all, the size difference between humans and dragons is too big.

And the interesting thing is that after humans are infected with dragon's genitals, this terrible infectious disease will lose its infectiousness, which is also the direct reason why the Ministry of Magic did not pay too much attention to this disease.

But this also means that Draco's grandfather must have a very unique taste, and it is strong with age, so that he can be infected with this disease at the age of 80.

This is a very remote and cold knowledge. Among the people in the classroom, only Slughorn and Hermione know it, except for Mike and Draco. At this moment, Slughorn, who heard the laughter, turned his head and raised his eyebrows and smiled at Mike.

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

Mike also smiled and nodded, and then he looked down at his crucible again.

It doesn't matter if you don't look at it, but you will be shocked when you look at it, and Mike's face will suddenly turn black.

Because at this moment, the boiling liquid in his crucible has turned from the original light brown to dark brown.

"Ah! What a pity, the fire is not controlled well, and it is a little overcooked."

Slughorn, who has already wandered nearby, also saw the scene in Mike's crucible and sighed.

Mike also shook his head. He was just busy laughing at Draco, so he forgot to continue stirring the crucible.

Glancing at the hourglass on the podium, it was less than twenty minutes before the end of class, and it was too late to make another one. Seeing this, Mike no longer hesitated and simply used the overcooked liquid to start the next production. Seeing

this, Slughorn hesitated and finally walked away.

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

Shaking his head helplessly, Mike did not intend to take out the defective product, but turned his head to look at the other people in the classroom.

Franklin's crucible was already a mess, and the dark color easily reminded people of poison.

But he still did not give up, still desperately stirring the viscous liquid in the crucible, and occasionally adding some wormwood water. His expression was ferocious and his movements were rough, and he seemed a little exasperated.

Draco seemed to have given up the fight for the prize. At this moment, he was talking nonstop with Parkinson beside him with a gloomy face. Mike guessed that he must be saying something bad about Slughorn.

As for Harry, the "Half-Blood Prince's Textbook" obviously gave him a big surprise. At this moment, he was stirring the crucible with great interest, stirring it clockwise for a few times, and then stirring it counterclockwise for a few times. Judging from his excited expression, the progress should be very good.

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

Slughorn's words made everyone stop, and then he began to wander between the tables, checking everyone's crucibles one by one.

The first to bear the brunt was the Ravenclaw table. When he saw the dark liquid in Mike's crucible, he obviously showed a look of regret on his face.

"What a pity!" Slughorn leaned forward a little, and said in a guilty voice, "It's all my fault. If I hadn't told that joke, this wouldn't have happened."

"It's okay, Professor."

Slughorn patted Mike's shoulder and walked away.

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

Professor Slughorn kept walking through the classroom, checking each student's crucible with his eyes, and occasionally leaning down to smell it with his nose.

When he passed by Hermione, he nodded approvingly at Hermione, but didn't say anything. Ron next to her enjoyed the same treatment as Franklin, because his work was even better than Franklin's, and the liquid in the crucible had almost been refined into tar.

When he saw the liquid in Harry's crucible, his eyes suddenly widened.

"Merlin! This is simply outstanding!" Slughorn spoke excitedly at an extremely fast speed, his two walrus beards were about to fly up, "You obviously inherited your mother's talent in potions! Harry! You are a well-deserved champion!"

Slughorn took out the glass bottle from his arms and stuffed it into Harry's arms.

"Here, here you go, I'm keeping my word, I'll give you a bottle of Felicis Felix, I hope you can make good use of it!"

Harry was holding the Felicis Felix with a confused look on his face, obviously he didn't understand what was going on.

There was silence on the Slytherin side, and Draco and others looked at Harry with eyes that were almost blazing with anger.

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

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

The people from other colleges left the classroom quickly. They didn't want to stay in this sad place anymore after losing their prizes.

The Gryffindors gathered around Harry as quickly as possible, eager to look at Harry's precious bottle of Felicis.

Seeing this, Mike's mouth corners also rose. He glanced at the textbook that Harry had carefully put away, and then put everything in his pocket and prepared to evacuate.

At this moment, Slughorn stood in front of him and said in a kind tone:

"Mike, can I talk to you alone?"

Franklin looked at Mike and saw that the latter nodded, then said goodbye and left the classroom first.

"What do you want to talk to me about?"

Mike asked with a smile.

"It's like this." Slughorn pulled Mike to a secluded corner, and then handed a letter to Mike, "This is a letter, written by me. You can open it first."

Mike looked at Slughorn with a look like a fool, and then opened the letter.

Excellent Mr. Mike Townley

, I sincerely invite you to join the 'Slug Club' and become one of the countless wizards who advocate justice and knowledge.

If you are willing, please come to the spell class professor to attend the party next Saturday evening.

Founder of the 'Slug Club'

Senior member of the Extraordinary Pharmacist Association

Senior member of the International Federation of Wizards

Horace Slughorn

"As you can see, this is an invitation letter." Slughorn saw Mike finish reading it, and then said, "Originally, this letter should have been sent to your dormitory tonight like everyone else, but I think you are different, so I delivered it personally."

"So, Mr. Townley, are you willing to join the 'Slug Club'?"

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

"Of course! Professor, it's my honor."

"Oh! This is simply great!" Slughorn slapped his thigh excitedly, "Then Mike, don't forget to come to the Potions classroom next Saturday."

"Okay, professor."

After saying that, Mike turned and left, but halfway through, Slughorn caught up again, panting and stuffed a small bottle of Felix Felicis into Mike's arms.

"This is compensation for you, Mike." Slughorn said, "Don't refuse! I know that if it weren't for me, the quality of your potion would definitely surpass Harry's! That's it, I'm leaving!" Slughorn

left as fast as he could, leaving Mike standing there, looking at the small bottle of Felix Felicis and smiling:

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

...

"Harry, can you give me some of your Felix Felicis?"

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

"I mean, if Professor Slughorn is not lying, that bottle of Felix Felicis should be able to create twelve hours of luck. So I thought, maybe you might be willing to share an hour with me. I also want to feel the feeling of having my wish come true..."

Ron's voice became softer and softer, until finally even Harry, who was close at hand, could not hear it.

"Well, of course I am willing to do so." Harry said, "but I don't know the ratio of the potion dosage and the effective time, so I don't know how to divide it."

"Ha! That's great! As for the matter of dividing the potion, we can leave it to Hermione, she must know this!"

Ron said happily, but Harry's face flashed a trace of unnaturalness when he heard the word Hermione.

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

Just as Harry was thinking, a hand grabbed his shoulder.

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

"How did you do it!"

Hermione questioned.

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

"Uh, what are you talking about, I'm not..."

"Don't play dumb, how did you make the Water of Life and Death better than me!" "

I... I..."

"Don't tell me you've done some preparation, I've been your classmate for 5 years, I know exactly how good you are at potions! So! Tell me the truth!"

"Okay, okay!" Harry shook his head helplessly, and took out the Half-Blood Prince's textbook with a red face, "Remember this book Mike gave me? I simply followed the steps above to make the Water of Life and Death, but the original steps have been covered up, and I referred to the newly added steps."

"This is impossible!"

Hermione screamed, and then took the book from Harry's hand and started reading it.

Afterwards, Harry and Ron heard Hermione shouting impossible from time to time, obviously the content of the book violated her understanding of the world.

"This is not science! It's not magic! I won't believe it even if you kill me. Do you want me to believe that a formula written casually in an old book is more correct than what Professor Slughorn taught according to the authoritative textbook?"

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

"So you mean I cheated! I'm telling you clearly now that everything I said is true. Maybe you can ask Professor Slughorn for some truth serum, so you can believe me!"

After that, Harry turned around and was about to leave, while Hermione was so angry that she couldn't speak.

Ron on the side was anxious. He grabbed Harry's robe and said:

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

Harry was so angry that he didn't say anything, but he stopped walking.

"But I still have a question." Ron continued to ask, "If what you said is true, then it means that Mike should have memorized all the contents of the book a long time ago. If that's the case, why didn't he win?"

Harry was stunned when he heard this. Indeed, what Ron said made sense, and even he himself couldn't explain it.

Hermione, who was standing next to him, blushed.

She also heard Mike's laughter during class just now, so she probably guessed the reason why Mike failed.

However, she really couldn't say such an embarrassing reason!

For a moment, the atmosphere in the corridor became a little awkward, and looking at the silent Harry and Hermione, Ron sighed and suggested:

"Why don't I go and ask Mike? Since he gave the book, he must know something."

"Good idea!"

"Go now!"

Hermione and Harry said at the same time.

"I think we should go back first." Ron continued, "I looked at the schedule, and Mike has to take the Defense Against the Dark Arts class later, which may take a long time."