Slughorn was fairly pleased with Draco's performance, though he was still keeping an eye on him.
After all, it was practically public knowledge that Lucius was a Death Eater.
The leaders of the Wizarding World knew perfectly well that, after his battle with Scrimgeour, Voldemort had openly taken up residence at Malfoy Manor.
Slughorn knew it better than most. Still, Draco had conducted himself well, and more importantly, he and Will seemed to get along.
Draco had also shown some talent in Potions. Even without Will's help, his current grades were enough to qualify him for the club.
Slughorn watched Draco, weighing the matter in his mind.
Under everyone's envious gaze, Draco carefully put away the small bottle of Felix Felicis. The Malfoy family might be wealthy, but even he could not afford to use it.
More precisely, Felix Felicis was often impossible to buy at any price.
This was the first time Draco had obtained such a precious potion.
He looked delighted, smiling so brightly that he might have already taken too much Felix Felicis.
After class, the students streamed out.
Hermione sounded regretful. "I was so close to getting that bottle of Felix Felicis."
She had also been so close to proving how good she was at Potions.
But she felt a little discouraged, too. A few pointers from Will had been enough for Draco to brew a perfect Euphoria Draught.
Ron muttered, "He only got that bottle because he happened to be sitting near Will..."
"Ronald, has no one ever told you that making wise choices is part of being capable?" Draco and Ron still did not get along. "Only fools obsess over the process. I care about results.
"Now move. Let me through."
Ron sneered. "So your whole family being Death Eaters is just part of