pertwk Chapter 669 Slughorn's Attitude
Chapter 669 Slughorn's Attitude
Chapter 669 Slughorn's Attitude
Harry felt a little panicked.
Before this, he had successfully created the image of a potion genius in front of Slughorn by relying on the book "Advanced Potion Making" left by the half-blood prince.
In reality, his true skill level was far less than what he appeared to be; he just hadn't revealed it yet.
But this lesson, the book "Advanced Potion Making" couldn't help him.
Because in order to concoct the antidote, they must first figure out the principle behind the mixed poison in the bottle—and the mixed poison was the kind that Slughorn concocted randomly, so there was no way to cheat.
Siren poured the potion from the bottle into the cauldron, and seeing Harry angrily flipping through his book "Advanced Potions Making" next to him, he curiously leaned over to take a look.
It also contains Gobalot's Third Law, but without any annotations.
Clearly, in Snape's view, this was as simple as casting the Illumination Charm with a wand, requiring no explanation whatsoever.
Are there any students in the advanced potions class for sixth graders who can't understand Gobaloth's Third Law?
That's what Snape thought.
Then Ha used facts to tell him that not only were there two, but there were two.
Siren couldn't bear to watch any longer, so he cleared his throat, picked up his wand, and gently waved it over the cauldron.
"His true colors are revealed!"
Harry and Ron's eyes lit up, and they immediately followed suit and took out their wands.
"Hey, Celen, you shouldn't have reminded them." Hermione gave Celen a somewhat displeased look.
"They should do it themselves, and then Harry will realize he can't rely on that prince forever."
"Actually, I think you're overthinking it," Siren said softly.
Hermione was about to say something more when she saw Siren point at Harry's cauldron.
She glanced at it instinctively—then was overwhelmed by the smell of rotten eggs, and her vision went black. She quickly covered her mouth to avoid vomiting.
"They mispronounced the spell." Siron rubbed his forehead. The Revealing Spell was meant to separate the mixed potions, but Harry's gestures and pauses were slightly off, causing the potions that should have been separated to mix together again in a different way.
When Slughorn inspected Harry's cauldron, he looked at the strange potions inside with shock and disbelief.
Why was his most prized student able to produce such garbage?
Hermione was extremely pleased with herself. For the rest of the class, she hummed a tune that no one had ever heard before and poured the separated potion into ten different small crystal bottles.
However, Hermione never dreamed that Harry would still receive praise from Slughorn and be awarded ten extra points for Gryffindor with the best grade.
It wasn't because he suddenly had a breakthrough and separated all the poisons, but because he simply took out a piece of dung stone.
The stones in a goat's stomach can neutralize many poisons.
"A true potion master needs an independent spirit, a boundless imagination, and extraordinary courage—" Slughorn said happily, "just like his mother, who has a natural talent for potions—that's right, dungstone can certainly cure all these potions, and it's the fastest way."
"Ten points for Gryffindor!" Slughorn said to the others. "However, since dungstones aren't a cure for everything, and they're quite rare, it's still useful to know how to prepare the antidote—so, get out of class dismissed."
It has to be said that only Slughorn could allow Harry to get away with this. If it were Snape, that potion of rotten egg-smelling potion would have been enough to put Harry in solitary confinement for three days.
Thinking of this, Xiren glanced at Hermione curiously.
She had stopped humming; her face was covered in ash and ashen. The antidote that had just been prepared was slowly bubbling behind Slughorn.
Without saying a word, she haphazardly stuffed her textbook into her bag, turned around, and left the classroom.
"Give up, Hermione," Celen said as he caught up with her. "You can't wake two people who are pretending to be asleep."
"My antidote has fifty-two ingredients, including a clump of my hair, and I think I've done my best," Hermione said angrily. "But Professor Slughorn only has eyes for Harry."
"At least the idea of dung stones was Harry's own—well, I guess."
Siren said he wasn't sure if Harry had received some kind of hint from somewhere else—but Snape had reminded him of it in their first year, so maybe it was him who had thought of it.
Hermione stormed off, seemingly needing to find a quiet place to calm down. Even Siren had to admit that Slughorn was indeed a bit too biased towards Harry in some ways.
Hopefully, this favoritism will continue.
Siren walked to the staircase leading to the foyer, while Harry was still behind, dawdling as he packed his schoolbag.
Silen knew that he was about to take Ron's advice.
Asking Slughorn directly might seem reckless, but in reality—well, it is indeed reckless.
A few minutes later, Slughorn appeared in the hallway carrying a briefcase.
"Sir—" Harry called out urgently, chasing after him, "I just think there might be something in the memory that we haven't seen."
"Really? Then you're wrong, aren't you? Wrong!"
Slughorn roared and slammed the door to the underground classroom shut.
This was the first time Xiren had ever seen that the chubby Slughorn could walk so fast, like a gust of wind, passing by Xiren and disappearing into the hallway in the blink of an eye.
"I told you, this approach won't work," Siron said, shrugging as he looked at the dejected Harry.
"You need to make Slughorn feel safe enough before you can ask him that."
“But I don’t know what to do,” Harry sighed. “Things seem to be getting worse now. I have to find a way to lower Slughorn’s guard against me.”
"That's not difficult, just attend a few more dinner parties," Celen said.
"I'm afraid he won't invite me again," Harry said, sounding a little annoyed. "We almost got into a fight in the underground classroom just now."
"But you can participate voluntarily," Siren said, shaking his head. "Trust me, he definitely won't refuse your request, especially as your fame grows."
"I hope so."
"Oh, and remember to bring some gifts; it will make it even more effective," Xilun said.
"What gift?" Harry pulled out his wallet, opened it, and glanced inside. "I only have eight Galleons, five Shekels, and eleven Knuckles. If it's a valuable gift, I might need to go to Gringotts to get the money—but it's not holiday time yet, how am I supposed to get to Diagon Alley?"
“No need to withdraw money, this is enough,” Siren said. “Pineapple preserves, Slughorn’s favorite, more effective than giving him a pure gold crucible.”
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