Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 455. Not just SSR, but UR!

On the second day of Potions class, Slughorn watched with great anticipation as the young wizards from the four houses took their seats one by one. Unlike the fifth year, starting from the sixth year, the young wizards no longer had to take the same few courses. Instead, they would be able to attend advanced classes based on their OWL exam results.

So this year, the number of people attending Potions class was reduced by half, allowing students from all four houses to study together.

"Open your textbooks. Today is your first Potions class in sixth grade, and I hope you will remember this very meaningful lesson."

As he spoke, Slughorn pulled a small glass bottle with a cork in his pocket and waved it in front of the young wizards.

"This is a very special potion. It's called the Lucky Potion. Can anyone tell me what kind of potion it is?"

"Felix Felicis, Professor."

Hermione was always the first to answer his question; she raised her hand even before Slughorn had finished asking.

"Absolutely correct!"

As Slughorn spoke, he shook the small bottle a few times at the others; the transparent bottle shimmered in the dim light.

"That's right, this is Felix Felicis, and I will use it as a prize for this lesson."

To his surprise, there was no uproar as he had imagined. The students below the stage remained unusually calm, as if he had just spoken of a scabies ointment rather than Folic Acid.

"Please turn to page ten of 'Advanced Potion Making.' There are still over two hours until get out of class ends, so use this time to brew a Living Hell Potion. I know this is your first time encountering such a complex potion, so I don't expect anyone to brew a perfect one. The person who makes the best one will win this small bottle of Felix Felicis."

Slughorn intends to find talent from this group of young wizards in the simplest and most direct way.

"Professor," a young wizard in the audience said as soon as he finished speaking, "we learned about the Living Hell Potion in fourth grade."

"Oh, your Professor Snape didn't tell me about this."

Snape hadn't even discussed the teaching schedule with him, only briefly saying before class, "I suggest you teach them with your own hands; they're very demanding students."

Slughorn frowned and thought for a moment: "I won't change the question, so the person who does the best still wins this vial of Felix Felicis."

As soon as he finished speaking, all the young wizards turned their eyes to the same spot.

The seat where Dudley was sitting.

If we're talking about who has the best potion-making skills here, it has to be Dudley. Even Snape, the notorious potion maker, would find fault with him.

As long as he participates, do the others still have a chance?

Dudley then shrugged and said, "My score will not be counted in this test."

He could make Felix Felicis himself; it just took him a little time. There was no need to compete with his classmates and dampen their enthusiasm.

After he finished speaking, everyone else showed a hint of joy on their faces.

If Dali doesn't participate, then they might suddenly realize something and their faces will turn sour.

They remembered another potion master, Miss Granger, who, though slightly inferior to Dudley, still made excellent potions.

This time, Dudley chose to ignore it. He wasn't going to make that decision for Hermione, or disregard her grades or anything like that.

Seeing that Dudley didn't express his opinion, the young wizards all looked disappointed. However, after Slughorn announced the start, they still joined in making potions seriously.

Although the hope is slim, at least there is something to look forward to.

At least they won't be completely crushed.

"Alright, time's up," Slughorn said emphatically. "Let me see your work."

"Oh, that's fantastic!"

"This one too."

"An absolutely exquisite work"

As he looked at the young wizards' creations, Slughorn's expression gradually shifted from initial delight to ecstasy.

Albus wasn't lying to me; these students really are all excellent.

The potion of living hell is extremely difficult to make; even if you have learned how to make it, it doesn't mean you can successfully brew it.

Surprisingly, everyone succeeded.

However, their excellence also caused Slughorn some trouble. Each piece looked perfect, and he really didn't know which one to choose.

Until he discovered Hermione's.

"Absolutely perfect."

Slughorn stared in astonishment at the liquid in Hermione's cauldron, then noticed Harry's work nearby.

"I have never seen such an excellent work."

Slughorn stared wide-eyed at the liquid in Harry's dry pot; he thought that if he had made it himself, it wouldn't have been much better.

Harry's talent for potions is extremely specialized; the Living Hell Potion, also known as the Water of Life and Death, is a potion whose name alone tells you what kind of potion it is.

It is undoubtedly a potent sleeping pill, belonging to the category of non-lethal poisons and magical potions.

"An indisputable winner"

Finally, Slughorn's gaze fell on Dudley's crucible, and his expression froze.

Although the liquid in the crucible did indeed resemble the Living Hell Soup in color and form, Slughorn was certain that it no longer fell into the category of a simple Living Hell Soup.

Whose Hellfire Elixir smells so strange and has mushrooms floating on top?

Is it a vegetable or a magic potion?

There's definitely a problem.

Failed?

I never expected that Dursley, whom I had originally thought highly of, would turn out to be a potions idiot.

Slughorn strode to Dali's crucible, dipped a tiny bit in with his little fingernail, and put it in his mouth.

Hearing is unreliable, seeing is also unreliable; the eyes can deceive you.

Therefore, tasting it yourself is the most direct way to judge a potion.

"!!!"

The moment the pink liquid touched his lips, Slughorn felt his taste buds were completely conquered.

He had never tasted anything so delicious.

No, no, he came to taste the potion, not to drink the soup.

He looked at Dali and was about to speak when he felt an irresistible drowsiness wash over him.

He quickly pulled a bottle of magic potion from his pocket and drank it down. The sleepiness was relieved by most of it, but a trace of it remained.

It is indeed the effect of the Living Hell Soup, no, it is several times stronger than the ordinary Living Hell Soup. Ordinary soups do not have such terrifying effects, and even taking the antidote cannot alleviate them.

At this moment, Slughorn felt that his 120 years of potion-making beliefs had shattered into pieces.

Is it really that amazing to turn potions into food?

At this moment, Slughorn remembered what Dudley had just said: his score would not be counted in this test.

No wonder they didn't participate; their abilities are already enough to establish their own school and create a separate branch of potion-making.

Seeing such an outstanding Dudley, Slughorn was overwhelmed with excitement.

I feel like I've discovered not just an SSR, but the absolute top-tier UR!

(End of this chapter)