Felix Felicis

Slughorn returned to the front of the classroom and thrust his already enormous belly out even farther, the buttons on his waistcoat nearly popping off.

"All right, my dear children, I've prepared several potions to broaden your horizons. Of course, it's just for interest's sake. Once you've completed the Advanced Class curriculum, you should be able to brew things like these yourselves. Though you haven't made them with your own hands, you must have heard of them... Now, who can tell me what these are?"

"Very good, very good! Mr. Nott is quite right. It's Veritaserum, a colorless, odorless potion that forces whoever drinks it to tell the truth."

"The potion beside it is rather famous. It was prominently featured in several pamphlets the Ministry recently handed out. Can anyone..."

"Excellent, excellent! I knew you could do it, Harry..."

"Can anyone tell me what potion this is?"

"Exactly right. Miss Parvati Patil recognized it at once. It is the most powerful Love Potion in the world!"

Slughorn watched the girls whispering among themselves with flushed cheeks, while the boys craned their necks and made strange noises. A kindly smile appeared on his face. He did not mind the classroom being filled with noisy chatter. At sixteen or seventeen, they were at just the age when they longed for love.

"Of course, Love Potion cannot truly create love. This potion only causes intense obsession or infatuation... Once your life experience is as rich as mine, you'll understand that this potion is merely a crude imitation of love's outward appearance. True love cannot be manufactured..."

Hermione's turbulent thoughts gradually settled. By the time she came back to herself, she had already missed the questions before class, and she secretly felt a little regretful.

There would always be time for romance. Missing a