The both of them headed to the Potions room were they are taught Advanced Potoins Making by Neiveille Longbottom.
"Now then, now then,now then" said Professor Longbottom.
"Scales out, everyone, and a Potoins kit, and do not forget your copies of Advanced Potoins Making..."
"Sir?"
Said Albus raising his hand.
"I have not got a book or scales or anything- nor has Scorpius..."
"Ah, yes Professor Mc Gonagall mentioned... not to worry my dear boy, not to worry at all. You can use ingredients from the store, and we have a small amount off books they will do... in the cupboard right next to you."
They put their cauldrons near the Slytherin table. Amilia's well praccttised hand hit the air before anyone's else. Professor Longbottom pointed at her.
"It is Veritasaerum, a colourless potion that forces anybody to tell the truth"
"Very good, very good." said Longbottom
"Now" he continiued pointing at the cauldron nearest the Ravenclaw table.
"This one here is very well know as..."
Amilia's hand once more the fastest.
"It is Polijuice Potion, sir" she said
"Excellent, excellent take twenty very well earned points for Slytherin. Now this one here ... yes my dear?"
"It is Felix Felicis."
"It is indeed. It is called liquid luck. Quite right take another 50 points. Yes it is a funny little Potion. Desperately tricky to make and disastrous to get wrong. However, if brewed correctly, as this has been, you will find that all your dreams and desires succeed... at least until the effect wears off."
"Why do not people drink it all the time, sir?" Albus asked eagerly.
"Because like everything in the world it is dangerous in exess. Too much from something good you know... highly toxic in large quantities. But taken sparingly, and very occasionally..."
"Have you ever taken it, sir?" asked Michelle is eagerly as Albus is.
"I took it once, during my time in Hogwarts. It was the time of the Battle of Hogwarts. Who would care if I take a bunch of Felix Felicis for having a good day?"
"And how was it?"
"Obviously because I am living and Voldemort does not rule. It worked perfectly in essentails."
"And that" Longbottom says, apparently coming back to earth.
"Is what I shall give every house member of Slytherin for being those with the highest score. One tiny bottle. Enough for twelve hours luck. From dawn to dusk you will be lucky in everything."
And an idea flashes up in Albus' mind.
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Fanfiction"This is not a prophecy - this is a curse." - Albus Potter may have an unruly mop of black hair and remarkable glasses, but he is decidedly against being compared to his father. Struggling with fame he doesn't quickly become the least of his worrie...
