Chapter 1328

Except for Darren, everyone's breathing became heated.

After all, this kind of thing was too rare.

Especially for these students.

Of course, it was also very important for ordinary people.

If Voldemort could provide it in large quantities, then in every war, perhaps Death Eaters would drink it.

Death Eaters wouldn't be afraid of becoming arrogant and reckless.

Slughorn also saw everyone's excitement, of course, this was the result he had fostered.

He laughed loudly, then took out a small bottle from his pocket and displayed it in front of everyone.

"Children, our task today is to make Draught of Living Death, this is a very complex potion, whoever makes it the best, this is their prize!

Why aren't you moving yet!"

Everyone in the classroom moved.

Everyone excitedly took out their potion ingredients, wishing they could immediately make the best draught.

Darren, however, took out his things unhurriedly.

Whenever he brewed potions, he only needed to look at the brewing procedure once to know how to do it and make a potion with better effects.

He saw Harry currently lowering his head to identify the handwriting on the book.

Looking particularly annoyed.

Obviously, those fonts affected his reading.

But Darren knew he only needed to be annoyed for a little while.

Because soon he would be able to witness the power of the Half-Blood Prince.

Sure enough, as Darren started stirring the potion, Harry said anxiously: "Darren, seven turns clockwise, one turn counter-clockwise!"