Chapter 1327

He wished Snape would wait in his office until dawn!

The first class in the afternoon was Arithmancy.

Darren didn't need to go, so he was dragged by Harry and the others to play Wizard's Chess for two whole hours.

So when Hermione came back, she was shocked to find that even Darren hadn't written a single word.

The last class in the afternoon was Potions.

The Potions classroom was still in the basement.

However, it was no longer as gloomy as when Snape was there.

It was filled with Slughorn-style enthusiasm.

And the classroom was filled with smoke.

And there were large cauldrons one after another.

The cauldrons emitted strange smells.

Several of them picked a golden cauldron and put their things down beside it.

Darren smelled the scent of soil after rain, the smell of spicy strips, the aroma of stinky tofu, and the scents of various girls he could name.

Obviously.

This was Amortentia.

Everyone sitting near this cauldron revealed a satisfied smile.

Looking much more intoxicated than Darren.

"Oh, children, hurry, hurry, take out your scales, cauldrons, and your books."

Harry and Ron raised their hands at the same time.

"Professor, we didn't prepare anything, because our exam grades were only Exceeds Expectations, so."

"Yes, yes, Michael told me about this situation. You can write to Flourish and Blotts, I have old textbooks here, and old things, you use these for now!"

Slughorn walked to an old cabinet, took out two books, and two sets of things, and gave them to Harry and Ron respectively.

Darren watched the Half-Blood Prince's book get into Harry's hands and didn't intend to take it.

Because he was already much more powerful than the Half-Blood Prince.

He smiled.

Seeing Slughorn pointing at a colorless and odorless potion and asking: "Does anyone know."

Hermione's hand was raised high.

"It's Veritaserum!"

"Very good, very good, then what is this?"

"It's Amortentia, I can smell the scent of freshly mown grass, new parchment, and...

Hermione suddenly looked at Darren and blushed.

She quickly sat down.

"Correct, correct, what is your name?"

"Hermione Granger!"

"You are a relative of the founder of the Association of Apothecaries, Gwennog Granger."

"No, I'm Muggle-born!"

Hermione said firmly.

Someone in Slytherin laughed out loud.

But when they saw Darren's gaze, they quickly closed their mouths.

However, they immediately revealed an unhappy expression.

Obviously feeling unhappy about being scared by Darren.

Fortunately, they were still looking forward to Slughorn mocking Hermione.

However.

They failed again.

Hermione wasn't mocked.

Slughorn praised her brilliantly.

"Harry and Darren's mother, Lily Evans, she was a Muggle-born witch, but she was just like you, an equal genius!"

Hermione smiled shyly.

"I'm not as genius as her, I'm not even as good as Darren!"

"Don't be humble, child, you're great, twenty points to Gryffindor!"

Slughorn said loudly.

"Just as Hermione said, Amortentia makes people obsessed with each other, a fanatical obsession, but this is not love.

I don't hope you use it on any boy or girl, once discovered we will definitely deal with it seriously!"

Slughorn warned.

Then he looked at the last cauldron.

"Does anyone know what this is?"

This was a black cauldron.

The potion inside was like little golden fish.

They leaped in the pot, but not a drop spilled out.

Hermione looked at this potion curiously.

Her gaze was fixed on Darren.

Darren smiled and said: "It's Felix Felicis."

"Correct, Darren recognized it, twenty points to Slytherin.

It is a lucky potion, you only need a little bit, it can make you happy for a long time, everything you do will be successful!

Of course, it is forbidden in competitions, elections, and exams.

It cannot be used too much, because it will make you arrogant and reckless.

But as long as you take a little bit, occasionally, you will know how extraordinary this day will become!"

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