17 Chapter 17, Potions

Since Hoffa was still thinking about how to obtain the transformed books in the library, he didn't pay much attention to Miranda's request. He replied casually: "Okay, I'll go."

Miranda continued in a low voice: "Pario was going to discuss with the dean about letting her become a Seeker directly, but unfortunately, that guy Goshack felt that the first-year freshmen could not participate in Quidditch, so he only let her be the one." substitute."

Hoffa was a little surprised, isn't this similar to Harry's treatment? If Goshak was a little looser, this guy would be another first-year Seeker right out of the gate.

He turned his head to look at the girl in the middle of the crowd, thinking that this guy was a template for a protagonist. The Seeker is simply the king of the team. Those famous characters in the previous life were basically excellent in the Quidditch project.

Whether it's James, Harry, Malfoy, Cedric, Cho, Zhang, Krum, Ginny.

Etc., etc.

Hoffa thought she was a bit like Hermione before, but now it seems that he is thinking about it. She's an all-around player.

If Hoffa thought that the peace-keeping compromise would work, he would be dead wrong.

What happened next refreshed his three views again.

On Friday, Hoffa had two classes due.

Defense Against the Dark Arts and Potions.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts class in this era has not been enchanted, it is just an ordinary class. The teacher is a retired old Auror named Alatea Melles. He is also the Head of Gryffindor House.

He is very kind and humorous when teaching junior students, basically telling stories to the students. Vampires, werewolves, black goblins... all kinds of monsters he had faced in his youth. If Hoffa remembers correctly, he should be the last normal teacher in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. On his retirement from teaching after 7 years, Tom Riddle wanted the position after graduation.

But after being rejected by Dumbledore and others, Tom Riddle cursed the position. Since then, no teacher can stay in this position for more than a year.

After finishing Defense Against the Dark Arts class in the morning, Potions class is in the afternoon.

Potions was taught by Slughorn, Head of Slytherin House. Hoffa had an idea over lunch, about the library's signature.

Compared with Snape in later generations, Slughorn is a good talker, and he will even give the secret of the Horcrux to Voldemort. He also handed over his unbearable memories to Harry Potter.

But the premise of all this is that you can get his approval.

Yes, Slughorn only associates with those students he considers valuable, promising students in his eyes, and regards these students as the most precious collection in life. After he retired, he would rather go back out of the rivers and lakes in order to become Harry's teacher.

To put it simply, this person not only judges people by their appearance, but also has a bit of a snobbish eye.

But his heart is not bad, if Hoffa can get his approval, get a signature from him for a library book. It shouldn't be difficult.

After all, people can even teach Voldemort the secrets of Horcruxes, so what is a signature.

Hoffa is usually very casual in class, but today he went straight to the bathroom after eating, cleaned up his grooming, and then combed his black hair neatly back.

It made him look a lot more energetic, and he wasn't ugly in the first place. After carefully dressing up, he is still a little handsome.

First impressions are good, then be positive, Hoffa thinks he should be able to get Slughorn's attention.

The Potions classroom is in the basement of Hogwarts. This place is colder than the main castle building above. There are glass jars along the wall, filled with stuffed animals and mutated body organs. Hoffa felt that this place was quite interesting, and the Slytherin common room should be nearby.

After entering the door, the basement was filled with a faint mist, filled with all kinds of strange smells, and there were many bubbling cauldrons.

Hoffa looked over one by one, and he recognized all the potions being made. Thanks to his higher spirit than ordinary people, he has already memorized more than half of the potion books. If Slughorn had a question to ask, he felt he could stand out.

The classroom table in the basement is round because the cauldron is placed in the middle.

Slytherin students sit at a table, as do Ravenclaw students. In this way, Hoffa only sat at the same table with Aglaia.

And this time it was very unfortunate that Slytherin's table was very close to Ravenclaw, and Tom Riddle, the future big devil, sat opposite Hoffa.

The feeling of being attacked from the back made Hoffa uncomfortable, but he didn't show it.

Not long after sitting down, the door of the dungeon opened, and before Slughorn showed his face, the big belly had already pushed in. Then came a man smoking a meerschaum-encrusted silver pipe.

He wore a jacket that was too tight, and he was much younger than he was fifty years later, not bald, but also fatter.

He was smiling and looked like a giant smoking walrus.

After entering the basement, Slughorn first glanced at the students, staying on Aglaia and Tom Riddle for a little longer. Because the appearance of these two people is the most outstanding.

Afterwards, he picked up the roster and glanced at it, and began to roll the names.

Hoffa thought to himself, the purpose of this guy's name roll is probably just to see if there are descendants of big families or famous wizards among his students.

So, when he clicked on Tom Marvolo, he was a little surprised. One more look at Tom in the crowd. Marvolo of the Gaunt family is also a famous figure.

Hoffa felt that Alexander and Voldemort were more handsome than him, and Voldemort still had the aura of Salazar Slytherin on him. If you want to win this person's favor, you must be extremely outstanding, otherwise you will be like Ron, and you won't even be able to remember his name. Let alone getting autographs to the Restricted Section.

After counting the names, Slughorn exhaled a smoke ring and said happily, "Okay, students, please take out the scales, the medicine bag, and the textbook "Magic Potions and Potions."

There was the sound of clattering things in the classroom.

Hoffa was a little disappointed, is this the class?

"However..." Slughorn said again, before that, I prepared a few potions to open your eyes. Let you feel the fascinating magic of Potions first. "

As he said that, he pointed to the hissing pot on the Slytherin table and the cauldron that was emitting white smoke and asked, "Can someone answer, what is this medicine?"

coming! Hoffa was shocked, and immediately raised his palm high.

Slughorn saw a hand raised and nodded happily.

"Very well, tell me."

Hoffa stood up and said: "The anti-cold potion, the raw materials are daisy root and licorice juice, the ratio is one to nine, plus seal fat and mouse spleen, it is mostly used in Northern Europe and Siberia."

"Back to very right."

said Slughorn loudly.

"What's your name." (Sure enough, he didn't remember Hoffa's name.)

"Hoffa Bach, sir."

"Bach, very good, Ravenclaw plus 5 points."

Slughorn nodded to Hoffa, and made him sit down.

Hoffa was very happy. It seemed that he made a good first impression on Slughorn. After he finished the course, he might be able to stay and ask for an autograph.

Aglaia crossed her arms and snorted disdainfully.

Tom Riddle of the Slytherin table leaned back in his chair with great interest.

Slughorn walked to another cauldron that was bubbling with gray solvent, and asked, "Now, can any student tell me what this potion is?"

Undoubtedly, Hoffa's palm pointed to the sky again.

Slughorn showed a surprised expression: "Bach, very good, let's talk about it."

Hoffa stood up again and said: "Petrochemical potion. It is made of stone-dwelling warbler eggs, fire ash snake eggs, plus rock moss, and a crypt spider eye. It is non-toxic, and its function is to make people fall into a short-term The petrified state lasts about 15 minutes."

"Very accurate, very accurate! Mr. Hoffa. Five more points from Ravenclaw."

Slahnhorn took a puff of cigarette and showed an expression of appreciation. He turned to the students and said, "What are you still doing, why don't you write it down?"

There was a rustling sound of parchment being pulled out all around, and even Tom Riddle picked up the quill.

But only one person remained motionless.

It was Aglaia, leaning back in her chair, rubbing her chin, eyeing Hoffa suspiciously.

She began to doubt Hoffa's purpose.

Hoffa sensed Aglaia's ghostly gaze, but he ignored it. All his thoughts were on Slughorn. As long as you can get a good impression and get a signature, you can get the Transformation Book from the restricted area.

After the students finished taking notes, Slughorn turned to a pot of light purple cauldron.

"Do you have"

Before he finished speaking, one palm pointed to the sky.

But not Hoffa this time.

It's Aglaia.

Hoffa didn't expect Cheng Yaojin to come out halfway, and neither did Slughorn.

He bit his pipe and froze.

"Miss Delasses, do you have any questions?"

Aglea stood up directly.

Pointing to the lavender cauldron, she said: "Fear potion, drinking it will cause hallucinogenic effects, and if the amount is large enough, it will also cause mental trauma, an old technology of more than 100 years." (She shook her head disdainfully ,) The ingredients are crow's feathers, short antlers, and a little black elf's blood. It stands to reason that the potion is scarlet, but you added a purple mountain flower in it to make it look more deceptive. (She smacking the mouth)—clumsy trick, but enough to deceive some people.

She aimed her eyes at Hoffa, "I'm afraid that some people with shallow knowledge will think it is a recovery potion and drink it without hesitation."

Hoffa took a deep breath, clenched his teeth on the inside of his lower lip, and sat on the chair without speaking.

Slughorn's eyes were full of surprise, but it was not over yet.

Aglaia pointed to another cauldron that glowed bright green.

"The fluorescent potion is made from the juice of dryads, shimmering mushrooms, and the skin of ghosts. It can achieve a glowing night light effect. Ancient wizards accidentally discovered it when some animals were courting. But for me, If you can add a little chameleon scales to the potion, it will make the fluorescent effect richer and last longer..."

(A minute later, she is the only one in the basement pretending. Hoffa's face is livid, and Slughorn's eyes are full of surprise.)

Aglaia: "...This one is a light-weight potion, which makes your body as light as a feather. The materials you use are eagle feathers, flying mushrooms, and moon's wings. But for me, this This method is too old-fashioned, only a drop of purified siren blood is needed to achieve the same effect..."

(after a minute)

Aglaia: ".....Wolf-proof potion, while targeting werewolves, if you can add a little mourning knell, you can achieve the same effect on those evil elements in human beings. You haven't done this, it's a bit pity."

(A minute later, Slughorn is sweating profusely)

"...Of course, I don't think that the potions in this basement are all worthless. For example, I think the sleeping potion you made is very unique. It can not only make depressed wizards fall asleep, but also make patients feel It's like falling asleep naturally."

Aglaia pointed to the pot of colorless and transparent liquid in front of him and praised a few words, which actually made Slughorn show a relieved expression.

But then the girl said:

"It's just that due to the irresistible properties of the sleeping potion, this potion is controlled by the Ministry of Magic and should not appear in the classrooms of junior students. I think you probably want to take it as a bonus item, but in case some People who lack self-control...."

Slughorn began to sweat again.

After an unknown number of minutes, the silver-haired girl in the middle of the classroom finally finished her long speech. She folded her arms and scanned the room, smiling sarcastically when she saw Hoffa.

At length Slughorn took out a handkerchief tremblingly, and wiped the sweat from his brow.

Hoarsely said: "You, you and, you and the president of the European Association of Pharmacists, Igo Moises..."

"He's my incompetent great-grandfather," Aglaia said sarcastically.

All the students gasped.

Hoffa slumped back in his chair, and let out a breath. His face was ashen.

"Sure enough," Slughorn clapped his hands, "Excellent talent, extraordinary talent, you are simply a born potion wizard! Ravenclaw adds 50 points!"

At this moment, he looked at Aglaia as if he was looking at a peerless jade.

As for who Hoffa was, he had already forgotten.

The whole class clapped behind Slughorn, but Hoffa didn't. He closed his eyes. He was afraid that he could not restrain the anger in his eyes.

After class, Slughorn shouted cheerfully to Aglaia.

"By the way, Miss Delasses, I have a small dinner party with some senior students on the third of next month. Do you have time to enjoy it?"

Aglaia frowned, she hesitated for a second.

Then she saw Hoffa with a gloomy face, and immediately showed a clear expression. She nodded cheerfully at Slughorn and smiled sweetly.

"It is my pleasure, sir."

Hoffa strode out the door. At this moment, he was so angry that one Buddha was born and two Buddhas ascended to heaven.

All fucked up!

All smashed!

Now that Slughorn only had Aglaia in his eyes, how could he get an autograph?