The Wizard Supreme at Hogwarts

Chapter 62 The Art of Potions

The accident in Potions class spread quickly throughout the campus.

Smith McCaw became famous, and he went from an unknown little transparent to a heroic figure.Although Ravenclaw was deducted 50 points for this, except for a small number of people who were dissatisfied, most of the Kitty Eagles applauded.

After all, everyone wanted to put Snape to shame, but very few could actually do it, let alone a feat that nearly burned Snape's hair off.

Smith was terrified at first, worried that Snape would make trouble for him.The facts were just as he had imagined. In the following time, Snape's eyes seemed to be on Smith's body, and he would not hesitate to deduct points whenever he had the opportunity.

It made Smith suffer from a phobia of potions class for a period of time.But after being touted for a few days, his steps began to feel a little sloppy.

"Flame Master", hey!What a cool name!
On the way to the solitary confinement with Nolin, Smith was still chanting his latest nickname happily.

"Put your smile away, or you will be in bad luck later."

Norling reminded helplessly that if Snape saw his cheerful appearance, he could just punish him, and he would suffer a blood loss if he got involved.

"right."

Smith closed his mouth, wiped his face vigorously, and suddenly asked a little timidly:

"What does Snape usually do in detention?"

"Taking unicorns, preparing medicinal solutions, organizing potion materials, etc., I'm more like an assistant, a free coolie."

Noreen shrugged and said, saying it was confinement, but Snape didn't make things difficult for him too much. As for the eccentricity, it was his usual style, and Norrin was a little used to it.

While the two were talking, Snape's office was in sight.Smith suddenly felt that the way he came was a bit gloomy. There was no one there, only a few ghosts wandering by silently.

Smith shuddered, thankful that he was not alone in confinement.

Snape was staring at something, his eyes slightly blurred.After discovering that the two of Nolin entered the office, he reacted very quickly and put the things in the drawer.

His face has returned to normal, and the black robe has been repaired and returned to its original appearance.Hair looks a little dry, but less oily.

Maybe he should also thank Smith?

Nolin thought with a smirk.

A raging flame was burning in the fireplace, and Snape's rather tall shadow swayed on the wall, in Smith's eyes like a devil that could devour him at any time.

Snape glanced at Smith, couldn't tell what emotion was in his eyes, threw him a long piece of parchment and a quill, and said with a sneer:
"I almost forgot to ask you to write a review, Mr. McCaw. Finish this parchment, if you can't finish today, continue next time."

After finishing speaking, Snape turned and walked away, and said to Noreen: "You come with me."

As if being hit hard, Smith held the parchment in a daze, and stood there in a daze.Noreen couldn't help but lament that Snape's methods were ruthless.

A piece of parchment filled with... at least a year's worth of homework for Smith.Whether Smith has that much vocabulary is another matter.

"come on."

Norlin didn't have much experience in writing self-criticism, so he could only mouth to Smith and said silently.

Snape walked to his laboratory table, turned his head and glanced at Noreen who was following him, and said:
"I'll mix the potion, and you will make a record next to it. Watch it."

Norin was a little confused, what's so good about mixing it with a potion?

Snape didn't care what he was thinking, he looked at the boiling bubbles in the cauldron, and started to do it.

Noreen watched casually, and quickly straightened his eyes.It wasn't until now that he realized how rough the previous methods of concocting potions were.Snape's mixing of potions was an art by comparison.

When Nuo Lin made the potion by himself, he always chopped up the ingredients and weighed them well, always observed the color of the liquid in the bottom of the crucible, and then followed the steps in the textbook step by step.

Although the potion obtained in the end was consistent with the finished product described in the book, there were inevitably some bumps in the process.Snape was different, he was gesturing freely with his wand in his right hand, like a conductor of a symphony.

Daisy root, four-leaf clover, figs, iced lemon juice and other materials were extracted by Snape with great precision, and lined up in mid-air one by one.

Snape's wand lightly connected.Then, the medicinal materials entered the crucible in an orderly manner like divers one by one.

"Do you know what potion I am refining?"

While leisurely manipulating his wand, Snape cast a glance at Noreen and asked.

Nuo Lin was a little stunned, and forgot to take notes.He thought about it and replied:

"A euphoria."

Snape didn't blame Noreen for forgetting to take notes, but a trace of undetectable pride appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Ordinary euphoria has some side effects, but I have a way to eliminate it..."

He squinted at Norin, with a face that seemed to say, "Please, please, I will tell you."

Nuolin is not happy anymore, your bull is yours, but I have a reference answer, okay?

"Perhaps adding a peppermint would do." He also squinted at Snape.

Snape's face froze, his hands shook slightly, and some apricot silver flower powder fell into the cauldron from midair.

He took a deep look at Norin, stopped talking, and focused on mixing his euphoria in a muffled voice.

Noreen smiled triumphantly, took out a pen and paper, and recorded all the wonderful things about Snape's dispensing operation.

Time passed bit by bit, and the potion in the crucible gradually stopped bubbling, showing a silvery white luster.Snape took a small sprig of peppermint and gently put it into the cauldron. The next moment, the color of the potion slowly changed to a golden yellow as warm as sunlight.

It is worthy of the name of the euphoria, and it looks refreshing.

Nuoling stared at the potion, feeling a little better.

"I won't do the refining process just now, it's up to you to learn as much as you see."

Snape said flatly, pouring the medicine in the crucible into the reagent tube that had been prepared at the side, not a single drop was wasted.

The price of the euphoria potion on the market is not cheap, and each tube is a golden galleon.

Norin couldn't understand, as a master of potions, Snape certainly didn't lack money in his purse, why he wore his black robe all day like a poor man who couldn't afford clothes.

"Thank you professor."

Tucao belongs to Tucao, the necessary thanks are indispensable.Even though Rhys Snape's style is not very popular on weekdays, the aspect of potion is enough to make Norin respectful.Not to mention the one-on-one special counseling just now.

"Come here today, go back. Let that idiot McCaw take away the self-criticism, and bring it to me when it's full."

Snape waved his hand without looking at Noreen again.Norin bowed slightly and walked away, dragging Smith, who was writing the review with staring eyes, out of the office.

"Yaxley, I don't owe you anything..."

Snape glanced out the window, only a few stars flickering faintly in the night sky.His eyes were deep and he muttered to himself.

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(End of this chapter)