Chapter 206 Shaking His Head YES and Nodding NO
"Nelson? Where did you get this vial?"
In the head of Slytherin's room, Professor Slughorn drew the curtains so that the office was in a dark but visible state. He carefully placed the crystal bottle on a delicate brass instrument and cast a spell After fixing it carefully, the instrument quickly rotated with his movements, throwing out an afterimage of the potion bottle fixed on the outermost side.
"Centrifuge?" Nelson pursed his lips and muttered in a low voice.
"What?" Professor Slughorn raised his head from the instrument after finishing all this, walked to the sofa next to Nelson and sat down in a relaxed manner, "I mean, where did you get this bottle of potion? "
"Oh, Professor, it was given to me by Professor Sykes." Nelson raised his eyebrows and asked, "Is there something wrong with this potion?"
"Melissa? Why did she give you this? Uh... so far, it seems that there should be no problem," Professor Slaghorn waved his hand, signaling Nelson to relax, "I'm not surprised that it's a problem , it’s just that it’s a little too precious, and I’ve always thought it was a kind of potion invented by a potion master to show off his knowledge of pharmacology.”
"Too precious?" Nelson chewed the word, "made up?"
"That's right, I've seen its prescription, and I can't find any mistakes in principle, but I've never heard of anyone actually refining this kind of potion," Professor Slughorn looked at The brass instrument that was spinning rapidly said, "This is actually a failed potion."
"Failed potion?"
"A good potion depends not only on whether it is good, but also on whether it is worth it." Seeing the confused expression on Nelson's face, he explained, "It's not that its efficacy is bad, on the contrary, its The medicinal effect is unexpectedly good, but its medicinal effect is really difficult to match the cost, let's put it this way, what is the longest refining process among the potions you know?"
"Let me think..." Nelson scratched his head and said, "Felix Felicia?"
"That's right, when you were in the first grade, I gave Felicia as a prize to the most active student in the class at that time," Slughorn showed a look of reminiscence, turned around, and said with a smile, "No Wrong, it's Tom, as far as I know, he should have sent you the Felix Elixir."
He raised his eyebrows, and without waiting for Nelson to reply, he continued, "Of course, I have to remind you that it is not good to rely too much on luck, but given your situation back then, Felicia Elixir, a potion that could reverse the situation at a critical moment, would instead is the most suitable."
He glanced at Nelson's expression and said with a smile, "You don't think I don't care about the students in my college, do you? I made another bottle for Tom later."
"Thank you, Professor." Nelson was a little moved, "I said why I sent a bottle of Felix Elixir later."
"?" said Slughorn, blinking. "Well, my intention was actually for Tom to keep that bottle to himself."
"Thank you anyway."
"You're welcome, when I retire, you can use Transfiguration to help me repair the house." Professor Slughorn squeezed his eyes and continued, "The production cycle of Felix Elixir is indeed very long, up to half a year. But in fact, the time you need to stay by the crucible is only three days and eighteen hours—nine hours at the beginning, half an hour at the end, and four hours of care every five days, even except for the beginning and end. For the care work, you can find an apprentice to learn your mechanical potion making method to help make it."
"I thought I had to stay by the crucible all the time..."
"Hey, don't I eat or sleep?" Slughorn widened his eyes and made a grimace, "Those Muggle capitalists in London would cry when they heard this, and your bottle of potion, if I didn't Guess wrong, and it takes a lot more time for the potions master than Felicia."
"How long will that take?" Nelson really couldn't imagine the life of holding a spoon next to the crucible, even squatting next to the pot to eat would be painful, let alone boil medicine.
"Two years," Slughorn said, holding up two fat fingers and shaking them, "Although the master of potions doesn't need to be around all the time, it needs to be stirred every day, and the stirring action is different every time. Can you imagine? A wizard, on vacation, Apparating home every day to stir the same potion at home for two years, and even a little stirring is enough to drive someone crazy."
"Is it so difficult?"
"Of course, and only a potion master like me can make it perfectly, because any mistake may make two years of hard work and those precious medicinal materials fall short."
Looking at the smug expression on Slughorn's face, Nelson thought he was the one who made the potion.
"So what kind of potion is this?" Nelson asked.
"Qingqingling, isn't this name quite refreshing?"
The rotating brass instrument stopped slowly. Slughorn stood up with the armrest of the sofa, walked to the instrument and stood still, and stretched out his hand to grab the copper pipe that had become red from friction. He didn't care about the copper pipe at all. The temperature is high, grab the card slot on the outside together with the crystal bottle fixed in it, and throw it into the water tank that has been prepared a long time ago. For a while, strong water vapor filled the entire office.
"This is a wonderful antidote, as long as the potion that causes memory loss is mixed in, it can cure the memory problems of the injured, but it can only be used to solve this type of problem," he used his wand to disperse the steam, Said, "In fact, this potion can only be used to treat memory loss symptoms caused by Legilimency or other magical factors. It is said that it can also treat trauma to the soul, but I have not seen a soul that has been injured and can survive until now. Patients in the treatment stage, in addition, it can also improve the wizard's memory and other aspects... er, I don't know how to say it, it may be brain power, but this only exists in legends. "
"In the legend?" Nelson was a little confused. Slughorn has already said it in such detail, why is it still in the legend?
"That's right, it has two interesting ingredients, one is Gordigan, and only the prescription of Qingxin Ling needs Gordigin," Slughorn said, staring at the crystal bottle in his hand fascinatedly, "and One is the venom of a croucher, but I haven't heard of a croucher for a long time."
"As far as I know, doesn't St. Mungo's have many remedies for memory impairment?"
"This is also the strangest point to me," Slughorn pinched the crystal bottle with two fingers, lifted it up carefully, raised it to his eyes to observe the potion that was still spinning without power, and swung his wand A beam of bright light was emitted. In the light, the lavender potion in the bottle was like a gemstone. Although it was rotating, it seemed extremely stable. He placed the bottle on the velvet cushion on the table, raised his head and said, " Why would someone make this kind of potion? In fact, most of the memory damage that is difficult to treat hurts the brain, and potion can't cure it. Only simple memory damage can be repaired by it. Not only is the medicine effective, The illness has to match it.”
"Why do you know so much about it?" Nelson asked curiously. "It sounds like you made it."
"Uh... I saw it when I was in school. At that time, I thought this potion was completely nonsense, and it should be a joke made up by someone," Professor Slughorn shrugged, and said, "So I specially wrote it down. I wanted to find the loopholes in its pharmacology, but unfortunately, by studying the principle of its potion, my theoretical knowledge has improved rapidly. It can be said that it has made me who I am today to some extent—but I am It is impossible to do it, I will not live in pain for two years for a pot of medicine."
"I see," Nelson nodded, and said, "Thank you."
"Put it away." Professor Slughorn looked at the crystal bottle on the velvet cushion reluctantly, grabbed it and stuffed it into Nelson's pocket, "Although I don't know what Melissa wants to do with you , You don’t look like the kind of person whose mental retardation is so serious that he needs to be treated with a sober spirit, keep it well, seal it with wax and it can be used as a family heirloom.”
"I think you may need it more." Nelson thought about it, feeling that this thing is useless to himself who has been detoxified.
"I don't need it. A good refreshing spirit is one that can't be made." Professor Slughorn shook his head and walked towards the door with his arms around Nelson's shoulders. "No, I'm going to find Melissa. Find out where she got it from."
Nelson clutched his pockets and followed Professor Slughorn out.
"By the way, did Tom tell you to order a set of dress robes, which you will use next semester." As he walked, Professor Slughorn asked, "Have you prepared it? If not, it is best Hurry up, there may be a long queue after the holiday.”
"Tom and I went to the tailor shop in Hogsmeade to order a set," Nelson replied, "Professor, is there any event?"
"Clothing store..." Slughorn thought for a moment, then said, "You go to Diagon Alley to buy custom-made ones. It's a bit more high-end. The two of you have a high probability, or if you pass through Italy on the way to Albania during your vacation, you can buy it." Order a set there. By the way, are you short of money? If you are short of money, I can offer some, you're welcome."
"No, Professor," Nelson shook his head, "We have some savings, what is the purpose of this dress robe?"
Nelson felt that he was getting closer to the answer, which he had even just vetoed before!
"If you don't have enough, you can write to me," Professor Slughorn stopped walking quickly, stopped in the corridor, looked around, bent down and whispered, "Triwizard Tournament, if you I don’t know what it is, you can go to the library to find relevant information, I think it’s possible for both of you, but don’t say anything.”
"Hey..." Nelson scratched his head, as expected.
"Okay, Nelson, I'm leaving first, you go and talk to Tom," Slughorn looked at the direction of the Ravenclaw tower, and left a light sentence "Don't help Alphard with homework in the future ".
"I ain't I didn't—"
"Okay, let's not take this as an example." Slughorn turned into the stairwell and disappeared, but his voice remained where he was. "That stiff description of potion making looks like it was written by you."
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"Professor Slughorn doesn't trust our figures," said Tom, lying on the sofa in the lounge, who seemed to have never stood up in this room, throwing small tomatoes into his mouth, chest over and over again. There was a "bang bang" sound, "Like me, a natural clothes hanger, the size of the ready-made clothes is my size."
"I wish I were as confident as you," Nelson shook his head, sat next to Tom, picked up a slice from a small basin filled with watermelon, bit half of it, and whispered, "I think I'm more suitable for tailoring, After all, only the three leading dancers will be paid attention to whether the clothes fit well, and besides, the ready-to-wear clothes do fit pretty well."
"Hmph, how can you confirm that you are not selected?" Tom threw another small tomato into his mouth and muttered, "You really think you are not as good as me."
"Indeed, it's recognized that you are stronger," Nelson said perfunctorily, "I hope you will become bigger and stronger, and create greater glories again. Don't worry, I won't compete with you for this spot."
"What do you mean?" Tom sat up.
"I won't sign up, don't worry." Nelson put down the watermelon rind and picked up another piece.
"What are you talking about? What do you mean you won't sign up?" Tom gave Nelson a blank look like a fool, and lay back again. "Don't you like reading history books the most? Don't you know that the three schools will put the names of all students Throw it into the Goblet of Fire, and finally choose three warriors?"
"Is it okay if you don't want to participate?" Nelson thought carefully, as if he had never seen the relevant content of the registration.
"I can think about it."
"..."
Nelson held the watermelon and made a "click, click, click" sound.
"But don't worry," Tom writhed on the sofa, and finally put his feet on the armrest. "With me, you can't participate even if you want to."
"I just appreciate your confidence." Nelson thought deeply, "I hope so, two thousand Galleons is really fast."
"It doesn't matter if it's money or not, the main thing is to win honor for the school," Tom whimpered and looked at the ceiling, saw Alphard coming down the stairs, and shouted, "Alphad, Dumbledore said that if you don't make up Turn over the transfiguration homework, he won't let you take the final exam."
Hearing this, Alphard, who was bouncing around, immediately changed his mournful face, and ran away as if he had seen a ghost.
"After the exam next week, you can go to Albania." Tom lay on the sofa and let himself go. "You have to remember that Albanians nod for no, and shake their heads for yes."
"I see." Nelson shook his head.