Master Trainer from Hogwarts

Chapter 70 Snape, Buffy's Brain and Felicia

In the potion room in the basement of Hogwarts, the sunlight could barely penetrate, and the magic lamps illuminated the surrounding ancient rock walls indistinctly.

The lion cubs didn't like the darkness and humidity here, they were a little restless, on the contrary, the little Slytherin snakes liked it here.

"I have an ominous premonition." George next to Alan touched his shoulder and said.

"Taking Potions with Slytherin is bad enough," Fred complained. "What could be more sinister?"

Feeling the hostile gaze cast on himself, Allen said with a smile, "The teacher of this class must be the dean of Slytherin, Professor Snape."

As Allen finished speaking, Snape shook the hem of his black wizard robe, and strode into the classroom, hovering over the basement like a giant bat.

Snape stepped onto the podium, turned around, and stared at the three Alans who had just spoken with a pair of eyes on his hooked nose that were as sharp as an eagle. Suddenly, a smile appeared on his rigid face.

Stepping down the podium step by step, the wand tapped lightly in the palm of his hand.

"You have come here to learn the exact science and exacting craft of potion-making."

He slowly approached the long table on the Gryffindor side.

"Of course, I don't expect all of you to really understand the beauty of the slow-simmering cauldron emitting white smoke and bursts of fragrance. You won't really understand the magical power of the liquid flowing into people's blood vessels, which makes people's hearts sway and their minds blurred..."

"I can teach you how to increase your prestige, brew honor, and even prevent death—but there has to be one thing, and that is that you're not the idiots I've always encountered."

Snape had already walked to Allen's desk, bent down, and stared into his light green eyes, "Mr. Stuart, why didn't you write down what I just said? Or do you already have this knowledge in your head?"

"I think so, Professor, the knowledge you just said is not worth remembering." Allen and Snape looked at each other and said indifferently.

His answer made the lion cubs, who had been suppressed by Snape's aura, gasp and exclaim uncontrollably.

"Hmm~" Snape leaned back slightly, raised his head, and turned to Slytherin. "It seems that our Mr. Stuart is very confident in his knowledge, or he wants to distinguish himself from his kind—those fools who can only wield wands."

Reserved jeers erupted from the Slytherin table, who liked their professors to belittle Gryffindors.

Snape turned around suddenly and spoke very fast, "So, Mr. Stuart, what should you do if you missed the time to collect moon water because of recklessness?"

"Waiting patiently for the next full moon." Allen said without thinking.

"What will I get if I put the leaves of daffodils in moonlight water?"

Snape's words came faster and faster, like cannonballs.

"Baffy Brain Refreshing Potion, a potion that can temporarily improve thinking."

Allen thought for a while and smiled, "Professor, I probably understand what you mean. Yuejianshui, which represents the truth, needs to wait patiently. During this process, the daffodil, which symbolizes narcissism, will only make the truth false. Just like the Buffy brain refresher, although it can temporarily improve people's thinking ability, it will cause irreversible trauma."

The smile froze on the Slytherin's side, and the Gryffindor erupted in cheers.

Snape glanced dissatisfiedly, Alan was more difficult than he imagined, he waved his sleeves, "So, how should you avoid the trauma of Buffy's brain refresher?"

"It's not fair!" Gryffindor of a wizarding family whispered, "The trauma of Buffy's brain-boosting potion is irreversible, so it is a forbidden drug. If Alan can answer it, he will be a master of potions."

Allen thought for a while and said, "Change the formula and add gold. Gold represents the eternal truth, which is much clearer than the changing moonlight in Yuejianshui."

The people in Slytherin couldn't help laughing softly, "Does he really think that he is a master of potions and can solve this problem?"

This is absolutely impossible, otherwise Allen would have been certified by the Potions Division of the Wizarding Union by now.

"Shut up!" Snape turned suddenly and growled at the Slytherins.

Then I listened to Allen's eloquence, "Material gold has become pure through false experience. In the process of ascending from the bottom, this is the beginning of a miracle. After the baptism of earth, water and fire, it returns to its original form, and then evolves from top to bottom. It becomes a brilliant light, which makes us so close to reality."

who am I?
I am there?

What is he saying?
Whether it's Slytherin or the little wizards of Gryffindor, they find that they can understand every word Allen said, but they don't know what these words mean when they are connected.

Only Professor Snape frowned.

"This is the preparation process of Felix Elixir, am I right? It is a potion that can completely replace Buffy's Brain Refreshing Potion, but is much more perfect, Professor Snape."

Allen said with a smile, "Of course, it would be my honor if you are willing to discuss this potion with me in this class. Finally, thank you for the Blessing Elixir you gave me during the summer vacation. It made me spend a wonderful time."

Professor Snape was stunned for a second or two, and suddenly he shouted at Gryffindor, who was watching the show below, "What are you still doing?"

"Don't you think you are Alan Stuart too? Why didn't you take out your notes and write down these words, Gryffindor deducted five points for you idiots."

"Professor, it's not fair." A brave lion cub stood up and wanted to resist.

"So you think you are also qualified to discuss the preparation process of Felicia Felicia with me?" Snape looked at the other party with a sneer, "Then, in the bottom-up, top-down process, why does the truth never lie?"

The little lion couldn't understand what Snape was saying at all. He looked at Alan for help, and Alan shrugged.

Seeing that Aaron didn't answer, Snape sneered, "It seems that Gryffindor is still the Gryffindor I know except for a very few mutant varieties. Gryffindor will deduct another ten points for your stupidity, Mr. Lake."

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(End of this chapter)