The Teaching Aid Was a Barrel of Maggots?!

Michael Conner raised his hand and asked with great interest, "Have you ever taken it, sir?"

"I've taken it twice in my life," Slughorn said with a smile. "Once when I was twenty-four, and once when I was fifty-seven. I took two spoonfuls with breakfast, and those two days were simply perfect."

He gazed into the distance with a dazed expression.

Everyone below the podium thought that, regardless of whether Slughorn was putting on an act, Felix Felicis was undoubtedly incredibly tempting.

Soon, Slughorn seemed to return to reality. He chuckled and said, "However, this little bottle of Felix Felicis will be the prize for this lesson."

As Slughorn's words fell, the classroom abruptly became silent. Every bubbling and boiling sound from the surrounding potions seemed to grow dozens of times louder.

After taking out the Felix Felicis as the prize for the lesson, Slughorn had everyone follow the recipe in "Advanced Potion-Making" and brew a batch of Hellebore Soup within the remaining hour or so.

Whichever young wizard brewed the most effective Hellebore Soup would receive that little bottle of Felix Felicis.

Irina glanced at Harry beside her. Even though she had mastered every technique in the Half-Blood Prince's Potions textbook, she deliberately held back and chose to brew the Hellebore Soup strictly according to the methods in "Advanced Potion-Making."

From Linley, Irina had learned that Harry still needed to follow the original course of events, studying under Dumbledore, gaining a deeper understanding of everything related to Voldemort, and obtaining that memory from Slughorn.

With this bottle of Felix Felicis, Harry would surely be able to obtain that memory more reliably.

That was what Irina thought.

Soon, the Potions class ended, and everyone's Hellebore Soup was presented before Slughorn.

"An undisputed winner! Excellent, absolutely excellent, Harry! My goodness, you've