[HP] Amy Lee sleepwalks through Hogwarts

"Professor, I can also tell what they are!" Hermione raised her hand and said loudly: "These in front of us are 'love potions'!" After saying that, she walked to Amy again, He glanced into the crucible in the middle of the table and said, "This is the 'Polyjuice Potion'!" After that, he walked over to Slytherin, looked at the water-like thing in the crucible, and said, "This is 'Veritaserum'!"

Slughorn suddenly beamed: "It's amazing! You can recognize them at once like Miss Lidoro! Please tell me your name, okay?"

Hermione immediately smiled: "My name is Hermione Granger, professor!"

Slughorn nodded: "Okay, I'll remember you! But... can you still see what's in the last crucible?" He pointed at the pot of golden liquid and asked.

"It's the Elixir of Fortune!" Hermione replied still very confidently: "It will bring you good luck!"

After saying this, almost everyone straightened their backs and stretched their necks to look at the pot of golden potion, including Malfoy.

"Exactly!" Slughorn nodded repeatedly: "Then, I will add twenty points to Gryffindor!" After saying that, he still turned his attention to Amy and smiled: "This potion is very It’s complicated. Even if you know the recipe, not everyone can successfully make it! Once there is any deviation, the consequences will be disastrous! However, Miss Li Duoluo, who is sitting with you today, made it before she entered the third grade. A low-quality, primary blessing elixir..."

This time, everyone turned their attention to Amy in surprise, except Hermione and Ron.

Ron even nodded: "That's indeed a bit lucky! Double the bonus or something!"

"How I wish I could give you another twenty points, Miss Lidoro!" Slughorn suddenly became very regretful: "But, I was not your professor at that time... What a pity!"

Ron also quietly said to Harry: "I think Amy's potion skills are even higher than Hermione's..." Suddenly a chill came over him, and when he turned his head, he saw Hermione glaring at him, so he quickly shut up. .

"Who should I give this small bottle of Felixir to?" Slughorn took out a small glass bottle from his pocket with a small wooden stopper on it. It also contained the same kind of golden liquid. It's the elixir of good fortune.

Slughorn said so mysteriously: "Then, think of this as the prize for this class! There is still more than an hour before get out of class ends, who can cook a complete version of ' "Living Hell Soup', I'll give this to him!"

Suddenly, everyone was in a hurry, flipping through books or clicking weights on the scale, because everyone wanted to be the first to make "living hell soup". Everyone wants that bottle of "Elixir of Fortune".

Amy turned to the tenth page of the textbook, looked at the content carefully, then frowned slightly, and began to whisper to herself: "'Living Hell Soup', a tranquilizer! Depending on the dosage, it is divided into primary levels Version and full version, the lower level 'Living Hell Soup' has a small amount of medicine and can make people sleep peacefully. The final level 'Living Hell Soup' has a large amount of medicine and can cause people to sleep forever, so it is called 'Water of Life and Death'... …But this dose is wrong!”

So, while others were hurriedly starting to cook, Amy was still looking at the contents of the textbook carefully, pinching her fingers and carefully calculating each ingredient.

Finally, when Hermione's potion turned dark purple and was almost successful, Amy began to cut her own "sleepy beans."

"Slice twelve beans and put in the juice?" Amy frowned slightly: "You need juice, why do you need to slice them? Shouldn't you squeeze the juice?" As she said that, she picked up her knife and made a "pop" sound. Smashing a "Sleepy Bean" flat, some juice splashed into Anthony's cauldron, turning his slime-like mass back into liquid.

"Oh, right? I'm sorry!" Amy apologized repeatedly.

Anthony quickly said: "No! It's nothing!" Then he continued to stir his crucible in great surprise, without completely understanding what had just happened.

"Why is this still purple?" Hermione kept stirring her cauldron, and her hair stood up as if she was getting an electric shock. She kept comparing it with the book, but there was only so much written in the book, and she had already followed it completely.

Harry gave a little reminder: "You have to stir it counterclockwise seven times, then stir it clockwise..."

"No!" Hermione insisted: "The book says to stir counterclockwise, but it doesn't say that you need to stir clockwise at all!"

Ron was also cursing. The thing in his cauldron was like a ball of asphalt, not brown or purple, and it had completely gone astray.

"Okay, time's up!" Slughorn said loudly: "Please leave your crucible for the time being!"

Slughorn walked past each cauldron, smiling politely before moving on to the next one. He seemed to want to save Amy's cauldron for the last one, so he went directly from Slytherin's side to Gryffindor's side to see Hermione's pot first.

"Okay, it's very good! Better than others!" Slughorn nodded repeatedly.

But Hermione was still very distressed because this was the first time she didn't make the potion according to the textbook.

Slughorn stretched his head towards Harry's cauldron, his face immediately showed a look of joy, and said loudly: "Oh, Harry! It is undisputed that you have made a very successful 'Living Hell Soup'" ! You are just like your mother, with the talent to make potions!"

After finishing speaking, Slughorn hurriedly walked to Ravenclaw's table. After looking at the other three's cauldrons one by one, he looked at Amy's cauldron.

"I'm sorry, Professor! I haven't finished it yet!" Amy smiled lightly, still very confident: "But it will be completed in less than ten minutes!"

At this moment Ron had something to say: "Of course the winner is Harry! Right, Professor?"

Slughorn nodded: "Of course!" Then he took out the small bottle of Felixir, put it into Harry's hand, and said, "I keep my word, and this bottle of Felixir is for you. It’s a reward! I hope you take advantage of it!”

Ron immediately clapped, but Hermione was still reading her textbook over and over again, checking her potion again and again, and stubbornly continued to stir it counterclockwise.

"The problem is not your method of operation, Hermione!" Amy shook the "Advanced Potion Making" textbook in her hand and said, "The problem is that this book has not been rewritten for too long!"

"What?" Hermione didn't seem to understand what she said.

Slughorn was also stunned, and turned his head to look at Amy intently, wanting to hear something useful from her.

"First of all," Amy pointed to one of the sentences in the textbook: "It says, slice 12 sleepy beans and add the juice to the crucible. But since 'juice' is used, why do we need to 'slice' instead of 'juice' ?Furthermore, this book was published fifty years ago, but we have already learned in the herbal medicine class that the production of sleepy beans was greatly reduced thirty years ago, leading to a large number of plantings the following year. The consequence was that the production of sleepy beans since then has changed. High, but the quality varies, and the 'Sleepy Beans' we bought in Diagon Alley are all the smallest varieties! If calculated based on the juice yield of 12 sliced ​​​​Sleepy Beans fifty years ago, at least 19 must be cut. Sleepy beans! However, if you use a device to squeeze out the juice, you only need 13! Secondly, when stirring the crucible, pay attention to the color-changing texture! That is, when the color of the medicine changes, the two colors appear crosswise and are not mixed. state!"

Hermione was stunned for a moment, then stopped stirring and whispered to herself: "I remember these things! But..."

However, even if she could remember it, she would not dare to challenge the "authority" of the textbook.

During the conversation, Amy began to stir her crucible. After stirring it counterclockwise seven times, a discolored texture appeared. She paused briefly, and then stirred it clockwise again.

Immediately, the color of the potion in her cauldron became exactly the same as Harry's.

"Another perfect 'living hell soup' is finished!" Slughorn seemed to have never been so happy in more than ten years, squinting his eyes and laughing non-stop.