Hello fourth grade. Today we will talk about one of our favorite potions. Felix Felicis. Duration of preparation - 5 months, 15 days, 8 hours. One of the most difficult potions, is not studied in practice, only in theory!
Composition:
Moonstone - 6 pcs.
boomslang poison
Elf eggs - 3 pcs
Happiness potion - about a pint
Korpotka - 8 fruits
Anthropogora - 1 fruit
Southern bruise - 2 seeds
Egyptian amphora slime
Unicorn horn core
Hippogryph Claw
mist spoon
Liter of spring rain
Cooking:
1) Stock up on patience and a small golden cauldron. Pour the rain into the cauldron and boil for 12 hours on the smallest fire. To prevent the water from boiling away, throw a licorice bud into it. After 12 hours, throw 3 moonstones into the cauldron, after a day - 3 more.
2) After 2 days after that - pour out the boomslang poison and cook for about a week on the same fire.
3) Crack the elf eggs and mix with chopped corpotka fruit. Simmer the mixture in a separate bowl over a fire until fully cooked.
4) Steam the anthropogora fruit with a pint of liquid happiness (about 2 weeks).
Mix the resulting mixtures (from steps 3 and 4). The resulting mass is soaked in amphora mucus for about a month. All this time, the cauldron with the main potion should boil (you can also add licorice buds).
5) A mass of elf eggs with the fruits of corpotka, the fruit of anthropogora and liquid happiness, soaked in an amphora, is poured into a cauldron with a potion and boiled for a month.
6) The seeds of the Southern bruise are cut and passed through an alchemical converter, obtaining a viscous substance (about 25 days). It is added to the boiler after a month (point 5)
7) They grind the core of the unicorn horn and the claw of the hippogriff, dry it in the sun for a week, get a powder that is poured into a cauldron with a potion. After that, the potion is stirred every 3 hours for 5 days. Next - boil it to a platinum color.
8) After 5 months and 15 days after the start of preparation, the potion will begin to throw out iridescent bubbles and gurgle - the final stage.
9) After the last 8 hours, pour a spoonful of fog into the cauldron and remove from heat. The potion will be covered with a scab, which should be removed with a silver knife. The potion should turn gold.
Well, now write down your homework and you can go.
Homework
1. Is there any way to speed up the cooking process?
2. Effect and side effects of the potion
Additional task
1. Report on any 2-3 potion ingredients.
2. Composition: "Why did I use Felix Felicis"
3. Pictures
Homework (university)
1. Making a potion
Additional task
1. Consider the composition of the potion, try to change the ingredients so that the potion retains its properties and is either not addictive or cooks faster. And if you fix both, it will be perfect.
2. The composition "Under the influence of the potion."
3. Pictures
The next morning, Harry's first class was herbology. At breakfast, he didn't say anything to Ron and Hermione about Dumbledore's class the night before - he was afraid someone would overhear. But he told them everything on the way to the greenhouses. The wind that had been raging all weekend finally died down, the mysterious fog returned, and it took longer than usual to find the right greenhouse.
Wow, a terrible thing - You-Know-Who in childhood! Ron said softly. The three friends surrounded the knotty stump of the Crazy Cucumber egret plant, which took place this semester, and began to put on protective gloves. “But still, I don’t understand why Dumbledore shows you such things. That is, all this, of course, is very interesting, and so on, but what is it for?
I don't know," said Harry, inserting a gum shield into his mouth. “He says these Lessons are very important and will somehow help me survive.
And in my opinion, going back to the past is terrible, but interesting, just breathtaking, ”Hermione exclaimed excitedly. - It is quite logical - to learn as much as possible about Voldemort. How else will you find his weaknesses?
How was Slughorn's last party? Harry asked her. He spoke indistinctly from behind the record.
It was actually quite fun," Hermione replied, putting on her goggles. - That is, he, as usual, tediously mumbled about his famous students, and besides, he was crazy about McLaggen and his high-ranking acquaintances, but he treated him with various goodies and introduced us to Gwe-nog Jones.
Gwenog Jones? Ron's eyes widened behind the goggles he'd also put on. - The one? Captain of the Holyhead Harpies?
Exactly, Hermione confirmed. “Personally, she seemed a little arrogant to me, but ...
Come on, stop talking! - strictly said, approaching them, Professor Sprout. - Do not lag behind, everyone has long started work. Neville has already got the first cucumber!
The friends looked back. Well, that's right, Neville sat with a split lip and deep scratches on his face, clutching an unpleasantly pulsing green fruit the size of a grapefruit in his hands.
Yes, yes, professor, we begin this minute! Ron said, adding in an undertone as Professor Sprout turned away, "Oh, Harry, you should have used your deafening spell."
No, don't! Hermione immediately jumped up, as always terribly angry at the hint of the Half-Blood Prince and his homemade charms. - All right, stop talking. Let's work.
She glanced doomedly at Ron and Harry; all three took a deep breath and rushed to attack the gnarled stump.
The stump instantly came to life: long thorny shoots shot out of it, cutting through the air with a whistle. One got tangled in Hermione's hair, Ron grabbed it with pruning shears. Harry contrived to intercept two shoots and tie them in a knot. A hole opened up among the tentacle-moving branches; Hermione fearlessly put her hand in, and the edges of the hole immediately closed, pinching her elbow. Harry and Ron, hanging on to the branches with all their weight, parted the edges of the hole. Hermione yanked her hand away, clutching a bloated cucumber like the one Neville got. The thorny shoots immediately retracted, and now in front of them again stands a knotty stump, seemingly harmless, like an ordinary old block of wood.
You know what? When I have my own garden, I won’t plant them in it, ”Ron announced, pushing his goggles to his forehead and wiping his sweaty face.
Give me the bowl," Hermione begged, holding the throbbing fruit in her outstretched arms.
Harry held up the bowl and Hermione slammed the cucumber into it in disgust.
Nothing to be picky about! Squeeze out the juice, this is best done while the fruit is very fresh! shouted Professor Sprout from the other end of the greenhouse.
Anyway," Hermione said, picking up where she left off as if they weren't in danger of being hurt by a rotten tree stump a moment ago, "Slughorn is having a Christmas party, Harry, and this time you you won't get away, because he specifically asked me to clarify your schedule so that he can set the party for the day when you can certainly come.
Harry groaned. Ron, who at that moment was trying to crush the cucumber in the bowl by pressing it with both hands, said angrily:
Another party just for Slughorn's favorites, right?
Yes, for members of the Slug Club only, said Hermione.
The rabid vegetable slid out from under Ron's arms, rocketed into the air, hit the glass roof of the greenhouse, and bounced off Professor Sprout's old, patched hat. Harry rushed to pick him up, and when he returned, he heard Hermione say:
Look, I didn't come up with the name - Slug Club...
"The Slug Club," Ron repeated, his lips curling into a mocking smile, just like Malfoy. - I just want to cry! Well, I hope you're having a good time. You there try to pick up McLaggen, maybe then Slughorn will declare you king and queen of Slugs ...
We're allowed to bring guests with us," Hermione said, her cheeks flushed for some reason. - I thought to call you, but if, in your opinion, it is so stupid, I will not impose!
Harry suddenly wished the cucumber had flown even farther, just to avoid sitting next to the couple right now. Taking advantage of the fact that they did not pay attention to him, he grabbed a bowl of wild cucumber and began to open it, with great effort and making as much noise as possible, but still he heard every word they said.
Did you want to invite me? Ron asked in a completely different tone.
Yes! Hermione replied angrily. “But since you want me to hook up with McLaggen…”
There was a pause. Harry concentrated on pounding the resilient fruit with the scoop.
No, I don't want that at all," Ron said very quietly.
Harry missed a cucumber, hit the earthenware bowl with a shovel, and it shattered.
Reparo,” he said hastily, poking the skulls with his magic wand.
The shards joined together and the bowl was whole again. The loud crack seemed to remind Ron and Hermione that Harry was sitting next to them. Hermione immediately began to fuss and rushed to leaf through the book "Flesh-Poisonous Trees of the World" in search of the correct way to extract juice from the fruit of the egret. Ron looked incredibly stupid, but at the same time extremely pleased.
Give it here, Harry," Hermione chirped, "it says to pierce it with something sharp...
Harry handed her the bowl of cucumber, and he and Ron pushed their goggles over their eyes once more and attacked the stump again.
"Actually, there is nothing particularly surprising," thought Harry, struggling with the spiked shoot, which was trying to strangle him. He had a premonition that sooner or later it was bound to happen. But he didn't know how to deal with it. He and Zhou are now embarrassed even to look at each other, let alone talk. What if Ron and Hermione start an affair and then fight? Are you keeping their friendship? He remembered those few weeks in his third year when Ron didn't talk to Hermione and Harry tried his best to reconcile them - not pleasant enough! And even if they don't fight, what then? Will they be like Bill and Fleur, and he is the third wheel with them?
Yep, got it! yelled Ron, pulling out a second cucumber from the middle of the stump.
Hermione had finally finished with her first fruit by now, and the bowl was now full of writhing seeds that looked like green worms.
The party at Slughorn's wasn't mentioned again until the very end of the lesson. For the next few days, Harry watched his friends closely, but Ron and Hermione carried on as usual, except that they were a little more polite to each other than usual. Harry decided that all he had to do was wait and see how they behaved at the party under the influence of butterbeer and the intimate twilight in Slughorn's office. In the meantime, he had more pressing concerns.
Kathy Bell was still being held at St. Mungo's and was not going to be discharged yet, which meant that the promising Gryffindor team that Harry had been training so diligently since September was missing one hunter. Harry kept putting off looking for a replacement for Kathy in hopes of her returning, but the match against the Slytherins, the first match of the season, was fast approaching, and in the end Harry had to come to terms with the idea that Kathy would not be back before the game.
Harry felt he couldn't bear another full-scale selection test. Heartbroken (which had nothing to do with Quidditch), he took Dean Thomas aside one day after a Transfiguration class. The classroom was already almost empty, only a few chirping yellow birds were still circling under the ceiling - the result of Hermione's creativity; no one but her managed to create even a feather.
Are you still interested in playing as a hunter?
What? And yes, still! Dean got excited.
Behind him, Seamus Finnigan was stuffing his textbooks into a bag with a sour look. Harry also didn't want to invite Dean to the game because he knew Seamus wouldn't like it. On the other hand, it was necessary first of all to think about the benefits for the team, and Dean flew better than Seamus during the tests.
Then consider yourself in the game," said Harry. - Training today at seven.
Got it, Dean said. - Hooray, Harry! Wow, I'll tell Ginny soon!
He flew out of the room. Harry and Seamus were left alone. It was an awkward moment, and they weren't relieved when one of Hermione's canaries flew past and pecked on Seamus's head.
Not only Seamus was unhappy with the choice of a replacement for Cathy. In the Gryffindor common room, many grumbled that Harry had already taken two of his classmates to the team. Harry didn't particularly care, he had heard worse things about himself during his studies, but still such conversations put a lot of pressure on his psyche. The match with the Slytherins had to be won at all costs. Harry knew that if Gryffindor won, everyone would immediately forget their critical moods and be ready to swear that they always knew what a great team they had. But if he loses ... Well, what to do, Harry thought gloomily, he had heard something worse about himself ...
That evening, Harry did not have to regret his choice: Dean got along well with Ginny and Demelza. The Beaters, Peaks and Coot, got better and better with every practice. The only problem was Ron.
Harry knew from the very beginning that Ron was playing unevenly, was very nervous and suffering from self-doubt. Unfortunately, in anticipation of the first game of the season, he woke up all the old fears and jumps. After conceding half a dozen goals to begin with, most of them scored by Ginny, Ron began to play in some completely insane style and eventually drove the attacker Demelza Robins in the face with his fist.
I accidentally, forgive me, Demelza, forgive me, please! Ron yelled at her back as she zigzagged down to the ground covered in blood. - I just...
Crazy," Jin-nee finished angrily, landing next to Demelza and examining her swollen lip. - You jerk, Ron, look at the state she's in!
I'll fix it now!
Harry landed next to the girls, pointed his wand at Demelza's face and said:
Episkei! And you, Ginny, stop calling Ron a jerk, you're not the captain of the team!
So you are very busy with us, you still can’t think of telling him that he is a moron, someone must ...
Harry managed to keep from laughing with great difficulty.
All broomsticks, let's continue!
All in all, it was about the worst practice session of the entire half-year, but in the run-up to the match, Harry felt that honesty was not the best policy.
Great job, well done everyone! I think we'll smash the Slytherins against the wall! - he inspired the players, and as a result, the hunters and beaters left the locker room quite pleased with themselves.
I played like a sack of dragon dung,” Ron said in a hollow voice as the door closed behind Ginny.
Nothing of the sort," said Harry firmly. - You are the best goalkeeper I have ever seen in the qualifying tests. Your only problem is nerves.
He cheered Ron tirelessly all the way to school, and by the time they got to the third floor, Ron had cheered up a little. But when Harry moved the tapestry aside in order, as usual, to go up to the Gryffindor tower straight through the secret stairs, they found in front of them
Dinah and Ginny, hugging tightly and merging in a furious kiss, as if glued to each other.
It seemed to Harry that something huge and scaly was churning in his stomach, tearing his insides with claws. A hot wave of blood rushed into the brain, all thoughts faded away, only a wild desire to turn Dean into a jelly remained. Struggling with the sudden onset of madness, he seemed to hear Ron's voice from afar:
Dean and Ginny jumped away from each other and looked around.
What do you want? Ginny asked.
I do not want my own sister to lick with a guy right in front of everyone!
By the way, the hallway was empty until you got in here! Ginny said.
Dean looked confused. He smiled cowardly at Harry. Harry didn't return the smile - the newborn monster inside him roared and demanded that Dean be thrown out of the team right there on the spot.
Uh...let's go, Ginny," Dean muttered, let's go back to the living room...
You go," said Ginny. - And I will say a couple of kind words to my dear brother!
Dean left, clearly glad to be able to avoid the scandal.
So,” Ginny said, pushing her long red hair out of her face and looking angrily at Ron, “come on, Ron, we’ll agree once and for all: it doesn’t concern you who I meet and what I do with them .. .
No, it does! Ron was as angry as she was. - Do you think I want to be told at school that I have a sister ...
Who? yelled Ginny, drawing her wand. - Well, tell me - who?
He didn't mean to say anything like that, Ginny," Harry butted in automatically, though the monster snarled in approval, fully supporting Ron.
No, I wanted to! she said, her eyes glaring at Harry. “Only because he himself has never kissed anyone in his life, because no one will kiss him, except for our aunt Muriel ...
Shut up! yelled Ron. It was no longer red, but burgundy.
I won't shut up! Ginny screamed beside herself with anger. - I saw how you stare at Phlegma, you keep hoping for a kiss on the cheek, look against it! If you would go and lick yourself with someone, then at least you won’t be so worried that everyone else is doing it!
Ron also drew his wand; Harry stepped quickly between them.
You understand a lot! yelled Ron, trying to take aim at Ginny from under Harry's armpit, who shielded Ginny from him with his arms spread wide. If I don't do it in public...
Ginny gave a piercing laugh and tried to push Harry aside.
With whom did you kiss, with your Sychik? Or maybe you have a picture of Aunt Muriel under your pillow?
A jet of orange light shot out from under Harry's left arm and narrowly missed Jeannie. Harry pinned Ron against the wall.
Listen, don't be stupid...
Harry kissed Chou Chang! Ginny called out, almost crying. - And Hermione kissed Viktor Krum! You're the only one, Ron, acting like kissing is some kind of disgusting thing, and all because you have the experience of a twelve-year-old!
With these words, she rushed away. Harry released Ron; his face was like that of a man about to commit murder. They were standing there, panting, when Mrs. Norris, the caretaker Filch's cat, came round the corner. Her appearance lightened the atmosphere.
Let's get out of here." Harry said.
The shuffling footsteps of the school superintendent could be heard around the corner.
Ron and Harry ran up the stairs and down the eighth floor corridor.
Shout out of the way! Ron snarled at some little baby.
The girl jumped in fright and dropped the bottle of toad caviar.
Harry barely heard the sound of breaking glass; he was completely bewildered, his head was spinning. You probably feel something similar if you are struck by lightning. It's all because she's Ron's sister, he repeated to himself. "I didn't-please see her kissing Dean because she's Ron's sister..."
But then an unwelcome picture appeared in front of him: the same empty corridor, only this time it was not Dean, but he himself was kissing Ginny ... The monster in his chest purred ... And then Harry imagined how Ron pulled back the tapestry, -lochku and aims at him, shouting something like: "Traitor" ... "And a friend is also called."
Do you think Hermione really kissed Kra-m? Ron suddenly asked when they had already reached the Fat Lady.
Harry shuddered guiltily, shoving his way through the image of a corridor where no Ron had rushed in and where he and Ginny were completely alone.
What? he asked dazedly. - Ah... Well...
The most honest thing to do would be to say yes, but Harry didn't want to say that. However, Ron, apparently, guessed it himself from his face.
Labardan,” he said sullenly to the Fat Lady, and they both climbed through the opening into the living room.
They didn't talk about Ginny or Hermione anymore. They hardly spoke at all that evening and lay down in bed silently, each one immersed in his own thoughts.
Harry lay awake for a long time, staring at the canopy over the bed, trying to convince himself that he felt exclusively brotherly feelings for Ginny. After all, they lived in the same house all summer, like brother and sister, played Quidditch, teased Ron, laughed at Bill and Phlegma. He has known Ginny for so many years ... Naturally, he wants to protect her ... He wants to tear Dean into small pieces for kissing her ... No, it’s better not to give free rein to this brotherly feeling ...
Ron snored loudly.
She's Ron's sister, Harry told himself firmly. - Ron's sister. This is forbidden territory." He wouldn't jeopardize his friendship with Ron for anything in the world. Harry poked the pillow with his fist, settling himself comfortably, and waited for sleep to come, all the while doing his best to keep his thoughts from approaching Ginny.
The next morning Harry awoke a little bemused after a series of long and confusing dreams in which Ron was chasing after him brandishing a Quidditch bat, but by noon he was ready to prefer those dreams to reality, where Ron was not only ostentatiously he didn't notice Ginny and Dean, but he also treated poor Hermione with an icy and haughty indifference, who was terribly offended and could not understand what was the matter. In addition, Ron became incredibly twitchy and almost threw himself at people cleaner than some snottail. Harry had spent the entire day trying to reconcile Ron and Hermione without success. Eventually Hermione retired to the girls' dormitory, frustrated. Ron went to bed as well, scolding several underage first years for looking at him along the way.
Harry felt utterly sad as he saw that Ron's ferocious mood did not improve at all in the following days. In addition, Ron became even worse at Quidditch, which made him even more angry, and as a result, in the last training session before Saturday's match, he could not take a single ball, but he yelled at everyone so much that he brought Demelza Robins to tears.
Shut up, leave her alone! Peaks, who was about a third shorter than Ron, shouted at him - however, he held a heavy bat in his hands.
ENOUGH! yelled Harry.
He noticed Ginny's glare at Ron, and remembering her reputation as the unrivaled master of the Bat-Eye, he rushed in from the other end of the stadium to intervene before disaster struck.
Peaks, put the bludgers in the crate. Demelza, rest in peace, you played just fine today. Ron... - He waited until the rest of the players went away, and only then finished: - You are my best friend, but if you behave like this, I will have to kick you out of the team.
For a moment, he seriously thought that Ron was about to hit him, but then something worse happened: Ron, sitting on a broomstick, somehow went limp, having lost all his fighting ardor, and said:
I'll go myself. I'm a bad goalkeeper.
You are not mediocre, and you will not go anywhere! Harry shouted furiously and grabbed Ron by the collar of his robes. - You, when in shape, you can take any most difficult goal, you only have mental problems!
Are you saying that I'm crazy?
Or maybe yes!
They glared at each other angrily, then Ron shook his head hopelessly.
I know you don't have time to look for another goalkeeper, so tomorrow I will play, but if we lose, and we definitely lose, I will leave the team.
Whatever Harry told him was useless. Over dinner, Harry continued by all means to instill confidence in Ron, but Ron did not perceive anything. He was not up to it - he pouted and barked at Hermione. In the evening, in the living room, Harry resumed his attempts, but his assurances that the whole team would be in terrible grief if Ron left them sounded a little weak, given that the whole team was sitting right there in the corner, obviously discussing Ron and bro- giving him hostile looks. In the end, Harry allowed himself to scream again, hoping to elicit some response from Ron and perhaps arouse his sporting anger, but that method didn't work either; Ron trudged into the bedroom, still despondent and doomed.
Harry lay awake for a long time in the dark again. He really did not want to lose the upcoming match. It was his first match as team captain, and besides, he was determined to beat Draco Malfoy at Quidditch, since he couldn't prove his suspicions against him. But if Ron plays like in the last practice, they have very little chance of winning...
If only there was some way to get Ron to pull himself together... To play to the best of his ability... Anything to make him have a really good day...
And then it dawned on Harry. The answer came to him in a flash of sudden insight.
Breakfast the next morning, as always on the day of the match, was stormy. As soon as someone from the griffon-findor team appeared in the Great Hall, the Slytherins began to whistle and hoot loudly. Harry glanced up at the ceiling and saw clear blue skies - a good sign.
The Gryffindors in red and gold greeted Harry and Ron with unanimous cheers. Harry smiled from ear to ear and waved his hand. Ron screwed up his face and shook his head.
Hold on Ron! Lavender called out to him. - I know you will play brilliantly!
Ron didn't react.
Tea? Harry suggested to him. - Coffee? Pumpkin juice?
It doesn't matter, - Ron answered sullenly and gloomily bit into the toast
A few minutes later, Hermione stopped by them on the way to her seat, she was so tired of Ron's constant rudeness that she had made a habit of eating breakfast separately.
How are you, boys? she asked cautiously, looking at the back of Ron's head.
Excellent,” said Harry, pushing Ron a glass of pumpkin juice. - Hold on, Ron. Have a drink.
Ron raised his glass to his lips, but then suddenly Hermione said sharply:
Ron, don't drink!
Harry and Ron looked back at her.
Why is that? Ron asked.
Hermione looked at Harry as if she couldn't believe her eyes.
What did you say? Harry asked.
What hear! I saw you put something in the juice. The bubble is still in your hand!
I don't know what you're talking about," Harry muttered and quickly shoved the vial into his pocket.
Ron, I'm warning you, don't drink! repeated Hermione in alarm, but Ron grabbed his glass and gulped down the juice, saying:
Nothing to command here, Hermione!
Hermione looked at them, shocked to the core. Leaning into Harry's ear, she hissed-sang-.
You should be expelled for doing this! Didn't expect from you, Harry!
Who would say, - he whispered in response. "Haven't used the Confundus spell on anyone in a long time?"
Hermione walked away in anger. Harry looked after her without any regret. Hermione never understood how important Quidditch was. Harry looked back at Ron, who was licking his lips.
It's almost time," Harry remarked with a beatific smile.
The frosty grass crunched underfoot as they walked to the stadium.
Good weather today, right? Harry said.
Yep, said Ron. He was pale and looked like he was feeling nauseous.
Ginny and Demelza were waiting in the locker room, already dressed in their sports robes.
The weather conditions are perfect,” Jin-nee said without looking at Ron. "Imagine, Slytherin hunter Vazy got hit in the head with a Bludger yesterday in training and now he can't play!" Better yet, Malfoy got sick too!
What?! Harry whirled around to stare at her. - Got sick? What's wrong with him?
I have no idea, but it's great for us," Ginny replied happily. - Harper will be released instead of him, he is on the same course as me, a complete idiot.
Harry smiled absently back, but as he pulled the red robe over his head, he wasn't thinking about Quidditch at all. Once Malfoy had already pretended that he could not play due to an injury, but on that occasion he managed to have the match rescheduled to a more convenient time for the Slytherins. Why did he now agree to a replacement? Really sick or feigning?
Kind of strange, right? Harry asked Ron softly. - That Malfoy doesn't play?
Good luck, I'd say," Ron perked up slightly. - And Weisy won't be, he's their top scorer. I didn't expect... Hey! he suddenly exclaimed, and froze, without pulling on the goalkeeper's gloves to the end and bulging his eyes at Harry.
Harry raised his eyebrows but said only:
Put on your shoes, we'll start in five minutes.
They entered the field to the deafening roar of the three-boon and the whistles of the opposing team's fans. One half of the stadium was red and gold, the other half was all green and silver. Many puff-fenduis and Ravenclaws also cheered for one or another team. Harry could clearly make out the snarl of Luna Lovegood's famous lion's head hat amidst the screams and clapping.
Harry approached the referee of the match, Madame Trick. She was standing on the field, ready to release the balls from the box.
Shake hands, captains,” she said, and Harry's fingers cracked in the powerful paw of Urquhart, the new captain of the Slytherins. - All on brooms! Whistle... three... two... one...
The whistle sounded. Harry and the other players kicked hard off the frozen ground and launched themselves into the air.
Harry circled the stadium, looking for the Snitch, while keeping an eye on Harper, who was zigzagging far below. And suddenly a voice was heard, so unlike the usual voice of their permanent commentator, that it simply cut the ear.
Well, the game has begun, and I think we were all surprised by the composition of the team that Potter has assembled this year. Many thought that Ronald Weasley would not make the team, given his extremely uneven performance as a goalkeeper last season, but, of course, a long-standing personal friendship with the captain played a role here ...
The Slytherin half of the stands met these words with mocking cries and applause. Harry craned his neck to look at the commentary area. There stood a tall, thin, blond boy with an upturned nose, speaking into a magical mouthpiece that had once belonged to Lee Jordan. Harry recognized Zacharias Smith, a Hufflepuff rocker who was deeply unsympathetic to him.
Here comes the first attack of the Slytherins, Urhart rushing across the field and...
Harry's stomach twitched.
Weasley takes the ball. Well, he must get lucky someday...
That's right, Smith, it must, - muttered Harry, grinning to himself, and dived into the thick of the players, looking for the elusive Snitch to flash somewhere.
Half an hour into the game, Gryffindor was in the lead: sixty to zero. Ron took goals beautifully several times, sometimes reaching for the ball with the very tips of his fingers, and Ginny scored four goals out of six. After that, Zachariah stopped asking loudly if the Weasley brother and sister were on the team only because of their friendship with Potter, but now he took on Pix and Coot.
Of course, Kut does not have the most suitable physique for a beater, - Zakharia remarked haughtily, - as a rule, their muscles are more developed ....
Hit him with the Bludger! Harry called to Coot as he flew by, but Coot, smiling broadly, pointed another Bludger at Harper, who had just missed Harry. Harry was pleased to hear the thud that the Bludger had hit.
One would have thought that Gryffindors these days simply couldn't make a single mistake. Again and again they scored, and on the opposite side of the field Ron again and again easily and seemed to take the balls effortlessly. Now he began to smile too, and when the crowd greeted his especially effective throw with a choral performance of his favorite old song "Ronald Weasley is our king", he pretended to conduct, hovering in the air.
Imagining something about himself, - a sarcastic voice was heard, and Harry almost fell off his broom - Harper pushed him hard and obviously deliberately. “Your friend, traitor to the purebloods…”
Madame Trick was looking the other way at that moment, and when she looked back at the angry roar of the Griffin Dor fans, Harper had already sped away. Harry chased after him, eager to fight back.
I think Harper of the Slytherin team blew the Snitch! said Zacharias Smith through a megaphone. "Yeah, he definitely saw something while Potter flaps his ears!"
Smith really is an idiot, Harry thought. Didn't you see how they collided with Harper? But then it seemed to him that he was falling from heaven to earth - Smith was right, and Harry was wrong. Harper not accidentally rushed away, he saw what Harry did not see: high above them, a bright spark against the background of a clear blue sky, the Snitch flew swiftly.
Harry stepped up. The wind whistled in his ears, drowning out Smith's comments and the screams of the crowd in the stands, but still Harper was ahead of him, and Gryffindor's advantage was still only a hundred points. If Harper got there first, Gryffindor would lose... Harper was only a few feet away from the Snitch, he had already extended his hand...
Hey Harper! Harry yelled in despair. "How much did Malfoy pay you to play in his place?"
He didn't know what made him say that, but Harper seemed to stumble in the air; the snitch slipped between his fingers, Harry rushed forward and grabbed a tiny winged ball
EAT! yelled Harry.
Turning around, he rushed to the ground, holding the Snitch in his hand held high. When the audience realized what had happened, their roar almost drowned out the final whistle.
Ginny, where are you? - Shouted Harry, who was attacked with hugs by the whole team, not allowing him to go down to the ground.
But Ginny flew past and crashed into the announcer's area with a terrible crash. To the screeching and ho-hot of the crowd, the Gryffindor team landed near the pile of boards under which Zacharias floundered feebly. Harry heard Ginny calmly explain to an angry McGonagall:
Sorry Professor, I forgot to slow down.
Choking with laughter, Harry pulled away from the rest of the players and hugged Ginny tightly, but let go immediately. Trying not to make eye contact with her, he clapped a jubilant Ron on the shoulder. Any internal strife was forgotten, the Gryffindor team left the field in an embrace, joyfully shaking their fists in the air and waving to their fans.
There was an upbeat atmosphere in the locker room.
Let's celebrate in the living room, Seamus told me! - yelled Dean, not finding a place for himself from an excess of feelings. - Come on, Ginny, Demelza!
Ron and Harry stayed later than the others. They were about to leave when Hermione entered the locker room. She fiddled nervously with her Gryffindor scarf, looking frustrated but determined.
Harry, I need to talk to you. She took a deep breath. - You shouldn't have done that. You heard what Slughorn said, it's illegal.
And what are you going to do - denounce us? Ron asked with a challenge.
Guys, what are you talking about? Harry asked, turning away - as if to hang up his robe - so that his friends wouldn't see him smiling.
You know very well what! Hermione screamed piercingly. - You added a lucky potion to Ron's glass at breakfast! Felix Felicis!
Nah, I didn't," said Harry, turning to face them.
I didn't put anything in there! Harry said with a wide smile. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the vial Hermione had seen from him that morning. The vial was full of a golden liquid, and the wax-filled cork was intact. - I wanted that-
If Ron thought I did that, that's what I pretended to be when I saw you coming. He looked at Ron. - You took all the balls because you were sure of your luck. In fact, you did everything yourself!
Harry slipped the vial back into his pocket.
Did I really drink plain pumpkin juice? asked a stunned Ron. “What about the nice weather… And Vazy couldn’t play… You really didn’t give me any potion?”
Harry shook his head. Ron looked at him with his mouth open, then turned to Hermione and mimicked:
I didn't say you couldn't... Ron, you thought you drank it yourself!
But Ron was already striding towards the door, his broom slung over his shoulder.
Uh…" Harry said in the silence that followed. He did not expect such a side effect. - Well, let's go to the party, shall we?
Go! Hermione said, blinking back tears. Ron makes me sick right now. I don't understand what I did wrong...
And she, too, jumped out of the locker room.
Harry walked slowly towards the castle. From the crowd they hailed him, congratulated him, but he walked with a feeling of a terrible failure; he was so sure that if Ron won the match, he and Hermione would immediately make up. He didn't know how to explain to Hermione that she was only to blame for kissing Krum, especially since it had been so long ago.
Harry didn't see Hermione in the living room. When he entered, the celebration was in full swing. He was greeted with a fresh burst of cheers and applause. Soon Harry was surrounded by a crowd of Gryffindors, vying with each other to congratulate him. Harry wanted to go look for Ron, but first he had to get rid of the Creevey brothers, who demanded an immediate detailed analysis of today's game, and from a group of girls who tirelessly batted their eyelashes and laughed out loud at his most unfunny lines. At last he somehow managed to get away from Romilda Vane, who had hinted quite transparently that she would like to go with him to Slughorn's Christmas party. Trying to sneak over to the drinks table, Harry bumped into Ginny. Arnold, the pygmy fluffy, sat on her shoulder, Crookshanks mewed hopefully at her feet.
Looking for Ron? she asked, smiling wickedly. - There he is, the vile hypocrite.
Harry looked where she was pointing. In the corner, in full view of the room, stood Ron and Lavender Brown. They were so tightly intertwined in their arms that it was hard to tell where whose hands were.
He looks like he wants to eat her, doesn't he? Ginny remarked impassively. - Well, probably, he needs someone to work out the technique. Well played today, Harry.
She patted his hand. Something in Harry's stomach seemed to turn over, but she was already going to the table to get herself another butterbeer. Crookshanks jogged after her, his yellow eyes fixed on Arnold.
Harry turned away from Ron, who clearly didn't intend to surface anytime soon, and caught a glimpse of the opening in the wall closing. With a sinking heart, he noticed how something very similar to a naughty mane of brown hair darted and disappeared in the opening.
Harry rushed forward, swerved to the side, passing Romilda Vane, and flung open the portrait of the Fat Lady. There was no one to be seen in the corridor.
Hermione?
He found her in the first unlocked classroom. Hermione was sitting on the teacher's desk, completely alone, except for a flock of chirping yellow birds circling over her head, which she apparently had just created out of thin air. Harry couldn't help but marvel at how well she was casting her spells, even at a moment like this.
Ah, hi, Harry," she said in a brittle voice. - I decided to practice here.
Yeah...yeah...they're...uh...you're doing great," said Harry.
He didn't know what to say to her. I tried to figure out if there was even the slightest possibility that she had not noticed Ron, just left, because the victory celebration was too noisy in the living room, and then she said in an unnatural thin voice:
Ron seems to be having a lot of fun over there at the party.
Uh... yes? Harry said.
Don't pretend you didn't see it, Hermione said. He's not very good at hiding, he...
The door behind them slammed open. To Harry's horror, Ron walked into the classroom, laughingly tugging at Lavender's hand.
Oh," he said, stopping midway at the sight of Harry and Hermione.
Oh oh! - said Lavender and, giggling, ran out of the room. The door slammed behind her.
There was an eerie, oppressive silence. Hermione looked straight at Ron. Ron carefully averted his eyes from her, but said with a strange mixture of embarrassment and bravado:
Hi Harry! And I kept wondering where you went.
Hermione slid off the table. A flock of golden birds still fluttered around her head like a strange feathered model of the solar system.
You shouldn't have kept Lavender waiting in the hallway," Hermione said softly. - The girl will wonder where you've gone.
She walked slowly towards the door, holding herself very straight. Harry glanced at Ron. He was obviously glad he got off so cheaply.
Oppunyo! - there was a heart-rending cry at the very door.
Harry turned around quickly to see Hermione pointing her wand at Ron with a wild face. The little yellow birds rushed towards him like plump golden bullets. Ron screamed and covered his face with his hands, but the birds pounced on him, pecking and tearing with their claws wherever they could reach.
Get off! he yelled.
With one last vengeful look at him, Hermione yanked open the door and disappeared behind it. Before the door closed, Harry thought he heard sobs.
(a potion also called simply “Felix” or “Potion of Luck”) is a drink that is extremely complex in composition and preparation. Properly brewed, it brings the drinker good luck in all endeavors. The dose of admission is calculated depending on the weight of the drinker and on the time for which he wants to stock up on luck. The potion is forbidden for use during sports, exams and elections. The slightest deviation in the recipe or preparation can lead to very unpleasant consequences, including death. And a few more words about the correct dosage of the potion. It should not be drunk very much, because it is very toxic, excessive use leads to dizziness and very strong self-confidence, which in turn dulls the sense of self-preservation.
Felix Felicis
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Felix Felicis
In the sixth part, Harry used this potion to get Professor Slughorn's memories. Also, Harry's friends used it when attacking Hogwarts with Death Eaters. (Harry Potter)
If you are constantly haunted by failure, bad luck and, in general, thirty-three misfortunes, then you have come to the right place. With the help of this article, you will be able to prepare Felix Felicis, a drink with a complex composition that brings good luck to the person who has consumed it.
The creator of the drink, Sigmund Badge, considers Liquid Luck to be his greatest creation. When applied, side effects may occur - self-confidence and dizziness.
Application
With the help of the Half-Blood Prince's textbook, Harry Potter managed to brew the best in class Potion of Living Death and win a small vial of Felix Felicis Potion from Professor Slughorn. In 1996, Potter pretended to pour some luck potion into his friend Ron Weasley's drink at breakfast before a thrilling Quidditch match. The guy had a "placebo effect", and he performed superbly at the game. And only then it turned out that all the merits belonged to Ron himself.
potion effect
But Harry Potter really used "Felix Felicis" to find out what Professor Slughorn was talking about with the young Lord Voldemort. Potter shared the remaining potion with his friends on the eve of the battle with the Death Eaters, when they attacked the school of magic.
During the Lucky Potion, Harry felt confident and had limitless possibilities. Hermione Granger warned friends that they should not place high hopes on the drink, because it would not protect the person who drank it from strong spells. The girl, as always, was right - the drink of luck did not help them see clearly in the dark, when Malfoy Jr. used the "Peruvian Powder of Instant Darkness" to help the Death Eaters get into the school.
So, we learned about the use of Felix Felicis, now let's move on to its manufacture.
Ingredients
The Felix Felicis recipe does not go through in practice, but they get acquainted with it only in theory, because the composition is considered the most difficult to prepare. The duration of the process is 8 hours, 15 days and 5 months.
So, we need:
- spring rain - 5 glasses;
- boomslang venom (very poisonous snake);
- the claw of a magical creature - a hippogriff;
- Egyptian amphora slime;
- 6 moonstones (these magical artifacts are able to dissolve in boomslang poison and spring rain, forming an emulsion);
- 3 elf eggs;
- 2 fruits of the southern bruise (blue flower);
- the core of a unicorn horn;
- 1 spoon of fog (pink, gray or blue, collected from the stream at sunset);
- fruits of a korpotka (tree-like marsh plant) - 8 pieces;
- the fruit of anthropogora (a small shrub with purple fruits) - 1 piece;
- at least a pint of Happiness Potion.
Cooking
To prepare a unique magic potion, you need a golden cauldron. The potion master should stock up on great patience, as the process is long and rather laborious.
- Pour the prepared amount of spring rain into a vessel and boil over low heat for half a day. After that, we throw moon stones into the cauldron - first 3 pieces, a day later - the remaining 3.
- After two days, pour at least a pint of boomslang poison and continue cooking for another week.
- We break the eggs of the elves and mix their contents with the crushed fruits of the corpotka. We keep the mixture in a separate vessel on fire.
- For about two weeks we evaporate the fruit of the anthropogora with one pint of "Liquid Happiness". We combine all the mixtures we have made. We keep the finished mass in an Egyptian amphora for one month. Do not forget that the cauldron with the brew must constantly boil (if necessary, you can add licorice buds so that the water does not flow out).
- The mass that we got as a result of mixing the two compositions is poured into the main liquid and cooked for one month.
- We cut the seeds of the southern bruise into pieces, pass the crushed product through an alchemical converter and at the output we get a viscous substance. Pour it into the cauldron and continue to cook for another month.
- We grind the unicorn horn with the hippogriff's claw, dry it for a week under the sun's rays and get a powdery composition. It also needs to be poured into the boiler. For five days, stir the drink every 3 hours and boil until it acquires a platinum color.
- If after five months and fifteen days the potion starts releasing rainbow bubbles and gurgling, then we proceed to the last stage of preparing the luck potion.
- Pour one spoonful of fog into the cauldron and remove from heat. The potion should be covered with a scab. We remove it with a knife made of silver. Gradually, the drink will acquire a golden color. We pour luck into bubbles.
"Felix Felicis" should not be used constantly, because it is too toxic, and its frequent use leads to strong self-confidence and dizziness, which dulls the sense of self-preservation. The dose of the potion is calculated depending on the mass of the drinker and the period for which he wants to stock up on luck.
Felix Felicis (eng. Felix Felicis, a potion also called simply “Felix” or “Luck Potion”, “Liquid Luck”) is a drink that is extremely complex in composition and preparation. Properly brewed, it brings the drinker good luck in all endeavors. The potion is forbidden for use during sports, exams and elections. The inventor of Felix, Zygmunt Budge, calls him his greatest creation.
As a fan of Harry Potter, I could not pass by) The choice was between a love potion and "liquid luck". Chose the second
Packaging is standard from Noble Collection. Styrofoam, plastic bags and carton box with labeling.
Comes with a bubble "good luck" stand. The stand consists of two parts:
- The base has a "pole" with a loop for hanging the vial and a notch for the chain. The bottom of the stand is velvet.
- Glass dome (I, alas, did not get). I bought a marriage, but the price at that time was 2 times lower, now almost 5.
The vial itself is made of glass, the shape is elongated, "heart-shaped"? The surface is mother-of-pearl, sort of slightly yellowish (imitation of antiquity?)...
The vial has a metal plate with the name Felix Felicis. At the base there is a metal ring with ears, to which a chain and a Harry Potter tag are attached. The chain is not very long 24cm.
Cork I was sure that it was made of cork. But no, rubber)
Link to [link] . (A little expensive now 3300r, but as a gift to yourself or a fan of the GP, it will do).
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