Hermione frequently looked back and observed Mike and Harry's movements, while also rotating the spoon in his hand clockwise at a specific frequency.

She had noticed the first blue steam rising from Mike's desk just now. This incident made her very impatient because it meant that Mike's progress now exceeded her, which Hermione could not tolerate.

And there are many people who have noticed this, such as Slughorn and Draco.

However, the former only chuckled and did not disturb him when he saw this, while the latter was anxious. He looked at Slughorn, who was patrolling near the Slytherin table and said:

"Sir, I think you must know my grandfather Abraxas Malfoy, right?"

Upon hearing this, Slughorn turned his head and looked at Draco, who had a faint look of anxiety on his face and the only perceived solution in his crucible. Slughorn understood his mind almost instantly.

If it were usual, Slughorn might have given him some small help as Draco wished, after all, he was the eldest son of the Malfoy family.

But the situation is different now. Voldemort is rampant in Yingguo. Slughorn has no favoritism for him and the Death Eaters, and is unwilling to deal with each other at all.

So he raised his eyebrows and said in a very regretful tone:

"Of course, but it's a pity that I heard that he was dead. But it's reasonable. After all, he's 80 years old and can still get dragon yin sores."

As soon as this said, Draco's face suddenly became gloomy, and Mike in the distance burst into laughter.

Dragon Yin aches is an x-disease that occurs in the dragon clan. This disease is very terrible. It can be spread across races through x behavior and has a very high mortality rate to humans.

This does not mean that Draco's grandfather and the Fire Dragon did something indescribable. After all, the size gap between humans and fire dragons is too big.

And interestingly, this terrible infectious disease will lose its contagiousness after humans are infected with dragon sulcus, which is the direct reason why the Ministry of Magic does not pay too much attention to this disease.

But this also means that Grandpa Draco must have a very unique taste and become stronger and stronger, so that he can get infected with this disease at the age of 80.

This is a very remote cold knowledge. Except for Mike and Draco, only Slughorn and Hermione knew about it. At this moment, Slughorn, who heard the laughter, turned around and raised his eyebrows at Mike and smiled.

Obviously, he was very happy that his words of arguing about people were understood.

Mike also smiled and nodded, then he looked down at his cauldron again.

It doesn't matter if you don't look at it. When you look at it, Mike's face suddenly turned dark.

Because at this moment the liquid boiling in his crucible had changed from the original hazel to the dark brown.

"Ah! What a pity, the heat was not well controlled, and it was cooked a little too much."

Slughorn, who had already wandered nearby, also saw the scene in McCrucible, and he sighed.

Mike shook his head, just now he was just trying to laugh at Draco, so he forgot to continue stirring the crucible.

He looked at the hourglass on the podium. It was less than twenty minutes before get out of class was over. It was too late to make another serving. Seeing this, Mike no longer hesitated and simply started the next production with this overcooked medicinal solution.

Seeing this, Slughorn wanted to speak but stopped, and finally walked away.

Soon Mike's life and stagnation water was made, but compared with the perfect version recorded in the book, his finished product was obviously a bit too dark in color.

Shaking his head helplessly, Mike did not intend to put the defective product out, but turned his head to look at the others in the classroom.

Franklin's crucible was already a mess, and the dark color easily reminded of poison.

But he still did not give up, and was still trying hard to stir the viscous liquid in the crucible, and put some mugwort water in from time to time. His expression was ferocious and rough, and he seemed a little angry.

Draco seemed to have given up on the competition for prizes. At this moment, he was chattering with Parkinson beside him. Mike guessed that he must be saying bad things about Slughorn.

As for Harry, the "Hybrid Prince's Textbook" obviously gave him a great surprise. At this time, he was stirring the crucible with interest, stirring clockwise a few times, and then stirring counterclockwise a few times. Judging from his excited expression, the progress should be very good.

"Okay! The time is up! Please stop what you are doing!"

Slughorn's words made everyone stop, and then he began to wander between the tables, checking one by one for everyone's crucible.

The first thing to be affected was Ravenclaw's long table. When he saw the dark liquid in McCorrier's cauldron, he obviously looked regretful on his face.

"What a pity!" Slughorn bent down and whispered with guilt, "It's all my fault. If I didn't tell that joke, this wouldn't happen."

"It's okay, professor."

Slughorn patted Mike on the shoulder and walked away.

As for Franklin's cauldron, he didn't even look at it because it was emitting a disgusting and nauseating smell, which was obviously not the smell that a qualified life and stagnant water could emit.

Professor Slughorn kept walking through the classroom, checking every student's crucible with his eyes, and from time to time he would bend down and smell it with his nose.

When passing by Hermione, he nodded at Hermione with approval, but did not say anything. Ron next to her enjoyed the same treatment as Franklin, because his works were even better than Franklin, and the medicine in the crucible had almost been refined into asphalt.

But when he saw the liquid in Harry's cauldron, his eyes suddenly widened.

"Merlin! This is simply amazing!" Slughorn said excitedly in a super fast speed, and the two walrus beards were about to fly. "You obviously inherited your mother's talent in potions! Harry! You are the well-deserved champion!"

As he said that, Slughorn took out the glass bottle from his arms and stuffed it into Harry's arms.

"Come on, I'll keep my word and give you a bottle of blessing spirit agent. I hope you can make good use of it!"

Harry held Fuling Agent and looked confused, obviously not sure what was going on.

There was silence over Slytherin, and Draco and others looked at Harry with their eyes almost on fire.

Ron beside Harry screamed strangely, and suddenly pounced on Harry and cheered. As for Hermione, she lowered her head and looked at her cauldron without saying a word.

At this moment, Slughorn finally announced the dismissal.

The rest of the academy quickly left the classroom and lost the prize. They did not want to stay in this sad place now.

The Gryffindors gathered to Harry at the fastest speed, and were eagerly looking at Harry's precious bottle of Fuling.

Seeing this, Mike's mouth also rose up. He glanced at the textbook that Harry had carefully put away, then put everything in his pocket and prepared to evacuate.

And at this moment, Sligerhorn stood in front of him and said in a kind tone:

"Mike, can you say a few words to you alone?"

Franklin looked at Mike after hearing this, and nodded when he saw the latter, then said goodbye and left the classroom first.

"Is there anything you're asking me for?"

Mike asked with a smile.

"That's it." Slughorn pulled McKeep to a remote corner, and then handed a letter to McKeep, "This is a letter, I wrote it. You can take it apart first."

Mike glanced at Slughorn with a fool's look, and then opened the letter.

Excellent Mr. Mike Tony

Here, I sincerely invite you to join the 'Slug Club' and become one of the countless wizards who advocate justice and knowledge.

If you want, come to the magic class professor for the party next Saturday evening.

Founder of ‘Slug Club’

Senior Member of the Extraordinary Pharmacist Association

Senior Member of the International Wizards Federation

Horas Slughorn

"As you can see, this is an invitation." Slugho said immediately after seeing Mike read it, "Originally, this letter should have been sent to your dormitory tonight like everyone else's, but I think you are unique, so I sent it over in person."

"So, Mr. Tony, would you like to join the 'Slug Club'?"

Looking at Slughorn's expectant look, the smile on Mike's face became brighter.

"Of course! Professor, this is my honor."

"Oh! This is simply amazing!" Slughorn slapped his thigh excitedly, "Then Mike, don't forget to come to the Potion Classroom next Saturday."

"Okay, professor."

After saying that, Mike turned around and left, but halfway through, Slughorn chased after him again, panting and stuffing a small bottle of Fuling agent into Mike's arms.

"This is compensation for you, Mike," said Slughorn. "Don't refuse! I know that your potion would definitely surpass Harry if it weren't for me! That's it, I'll leave!"

Slughorn flew away as if he had finished speaking, leaving Mike standing there, looking at the small bottle of Fuling agent and smiling:

"Is this the sugar-coated shell? It's so sweet!"

...

"Harry, can you share some of your Fuling agents with me?"

In the corridor, Ron, who was returning to the lounge, suddenly said to Harry beside him.

"I mean, if Professor Slughorn hadn't lie, that bottle of Fuling should have created twelve hours of luck. So I think, maybe you might be willing to share me with an hour. I also want to feel the feeling of everything I want..."

Ron's voice became lighter and softer, and even Harry, who was so close to him, could not hear it until the end.

"Well, of course I'm willing," said Harry. "But I don't know the ratio of the dosage and the time of the potency, and I don't know how to divide it."

"Ha! This is really great! As for the matter of split-li potion, we can give it to Hermione, she must understand this!"

Ron said happily, but when Harry heard the words Hermione, a hint of unnatural flashed across his face.

Just now, when Slughorn announced that he was the winner, he obviously felt Hermione a little angry, and he didn't know how Hermione was doing now.

Harry was thinking, and he grabbed his shoulder with one hand.

He turned his head in horror and saw Hermione panting at him with her red eyes.

"How did you do it!"

Hermione asked.

Harry knew what she was asking, but he said deliberately:

"Uh, what are you talking about, I'm not..."

"Don't pretend to be stupid. How did you make life and dying water better than me!"

"I...I..."

"Don't tell me what you've previewed. I've been with you for 5 years. I know exactly how good your potion is! So! Tell me the truth!"

"Okay okay!" Harry shook his head helplessly, and took out the textbook of the mixed-race prince with a red face. "Do you still remember the book Mike gave me? I simply followed the steps above to make the life and death water, but the original steps above have been painted off. I refer to the new steps to add them."

"This is impossible!"

Hermione screamed, then took away the book from Harry's hand and started to read it.

Then, Harry and Ron heard Hermione screaming from time to time that it was impossible. It was obvious that the content in the book violated her understanding of the world.

"This is not scientific! It's not magical! I don't believe it even if I beat you to death. Do you want me to believe that the recipe written casually in an old book will be more correct than what Professor Slughorn taught according to authoritative textbooks?"

Hermione roared, and Harry was finally angry at this moment. He took back the old book and said angrily:

"Then what you mean is that I cheated! I will tell you clearly that everything I said is true. Maybe you can ask Professor Slughorn for a little spitting agent so that you can trust me!"

After saying that, Harry turned his head and was about to leave, while Hermione was so angry that she couldn't speak.

Ron on the side was anxious, he grabbed Harry's robe and said:

"Hey, Harry, don't be angry, we are all friends, don't be angry!"

Harry was so angry that he didn't say anything, but his steps stopped.

"But I still have a question," Ron continued, "If you were telling the truth, then that means Mike should have already written down all the contents of the book. If that's the case, why isn't the winner not him?"

Harry was stunned when he heard this. Indeed, what Ron said made sense, and even he could not explain it himself.

Hermione, who was beside her, turned red.

She also heard Mike's laughter during class just now, so she probably guessed the reason for Mike's failure.

However, she really couldn't say why she was so embarrassed!

For a moment, the atmosphere in the hall became a little awkward, and looking at the silent Harry and Hermione, Ron sighed and suggested:

"Why would I go and ask Mike, since he gave the book, he must know something."

"Good idea!"

"Go now!"

Hermione and Harry said at the same time.
Chapter completed!