Chapter 1086 (1/2)

”A small bottle of Forrest,” thrahorn stressed, then took a small glass bottle with a cork plug out of his pocket and showed it to everyone. ”Enough for two hours of good luck. From dawn to dusk, everything you want to do will be good luck. ”

Van Lin nodded. Naturally, according to slakhorn's temperament, he would like to show his best side to everyone as soon as he came up, so as to improve his own positioning. The preparation of propionate is just a good gimmick.

It's not common, it can be said that it's rare. After all, in some cases, a bottle of propionate can change the fate of users. Now it seems that Harry and Malfoy need it very much.

The suspected text book was on Harry's desk, and he had to look down at it again.

If he had gotten Snape's Potion notes in the first place, it was clear that Harry would follow the notes and eventually get the vial of the potion.

Obviously, it doesn't help if you hold it all the time.

In fact, as srahorn said, fortune is not a precious thing, and excessive dependence can produce very bad results, and van Lin's work, whether it's the fight against death eaters or the study of alchemy.

Ingenious combination can not solve all the problems, and the duration of the efficacy of Fuling is not enough to complete the whole work or research with Vaseline.

But Harry is different, if Dumbledore is training Harry, at some juncture, the propionate still plays a great role.

Srahorn was still in the pride of making the agent. Fortunately, the professor soon came to his senses and began to do his job again.

”Now, I must warn you that propionate is a banned substance in organized competitions Like sports events, exams or elections. So our winners can only use it on a normal day Then wait and see how this ordinary day becomes extraordinary

”So,” slajo said suddenly briskly, ”how can you win this incredible reward? OK, turn to page 10 of advanced potion preparation. We have a little more than an hour left, and you need to make a decent water for life and death. I know it's more complicated than you've ever prepared before, and I don't expect to get a perfect potion from anyone. But the best will win the bottle. Let's go

With an order, everyone pulled the crucible to themselves, and there was a harsh noise of friction on the table. When the weights were added to the balance, they made a few dull noises, but no one spoke. The classroom is full of visible, tangible attention.

Fanlin saw Malfoy excitedly flipped through his book ”preparation of high level potions”. Clearly, Malfoy wanted to have that lucky day.

As for the reason, Fanlin probably knows.

After all, the task of assassinating Dumbledore is not something that everyone can accomplish.

In fact, Voldemort's original intention was to punish the Malfoys, but Draco was still in the dark.

It's deceptive.

Honor, status and the Dark Lord's trust.

Especially born in a Death Eater family, as a pure blood aristocrat, the Dark Lord now represents eternal glory.

It's not hard to understand.

Draco, who was young and full of vigor, was complacent because of Voldemort's trust, even Fanlin was no exception, because of Hermione's gentleness and indulgence

It's probably the same concept.

In terms of Draco's state, it is obvious that completing the task of the Dark Lord is the highest order. Therefore, Draco will do everything possible.

Now Draco does not lack courage. What is lacking now is only an opportunity. And the propionate can help Draco do this. Naturally, Draco does not want to give up this small bottle of medicine.

This is probably not awake.

”Let's get started.” Fanlin said, taking the lead to pick up the two books, at least on the surface there is no difference, are the same old,

Fanlin specially put the one with notes in front of Harry, ”I think, this award is not bad.”

”It's amazing.” Ron said, grabbing the book in his hand and opening it for his work.

Harry also bent down to read the ragged old book that srahorn had lent him.

To his chagrin, he found that the old owner of the book was full of scribbles on every page, and the blank space of the book was as black as printed. He could only get closer to identify the recipe (even here, the old owner of the book had full notes and crossed out part of it), and rushed to the locker to find the ingredients he needed.

When Harry rushed back to his crucible, Malfoy was already cutting the valerian root as fast as he could.

This left him a big step behind the others, and van Lin put everything on the table.

The water of life and death has been configured by Fanlin. According to the method in the book, it is obvious that it can not be finished in an hour if you want to configure a near perfect life and death water, but Van Lin would like to see Snape's practice, that is, Harry's practice.From time to time, everyone looks up at the progress of others; this is both an advantage and a disadvantage of potions, and it is difficult to keep their work confidential.

Within ten minutes, the classroom was filled with blue steam.

Hermione, as expected, looks like the fastest.

Her potion was already similar to ”a uniform, black currant and chestnut liquid,” the ideal semi-finished product mentioned in the book.

And the potion of Vaseline is almost uniform, and because of the problem of ingredients, Harry has just begun to prepare ingredients.

After cutting the grass roots, Harry bent down to read again.

Harry was annoyed to find the instructions from the stupid scrawl of the old owner of the book. For some reason, the man did not agree with the order of cutting the sleeping beans. Instead, he wrote down another operation instruction: it is better to squeeze out the juice than to cut it out with the smooth side of a silver knife.

Harry looked up at the people around him. He remembered that the sleeping peas should have been cut. At least that's what Vaseline was

”Professor, I think you know my grandfather abraksas Malfoy?” Harry looked up. Slahorn was passing Slytherin's table.

”Yes,” said srahorn without looking at Malfoy. ”I'm sorry to hear that he's dead, but of course it's not a surprise. At his age, he had pimples...”

He walked away. Harry snickered on the crucible. He knew Malfoy would like to be treated like Harry and shabby; and perhaps even the privilege that Snape had given him.

But it seems that if he wants to win the bottle, he has to rely on his real ability. Sleeping beans are really hard to cut. Harry turns to Hermione.

”Can I borrow your silver knife?”