Alchemy Black Technology at Hogwarts

Chapter 98

Hearing Snape's words, William walked to the side of the cauldron, and looked at the inside, which showed a very viscous silver-white liquid with a pungent smell.

William is no stranger to this potion, and he has already made a pot of it in today's potion class.

However, Snape may have omitted a lot of subtle operation steps or raw materials in the version taught in class, so that this pot of soup is much thicker than William's, and it also exudes a silvery white color. fluorescence.

"Improve the purity and ratio of raw materials?"

he asked casually.

"Humph."

Snape replied with a snort of disdain.

He's the Potions professor at Hogwarts, not a troll-like idiot who can't even boil scabies potion.

"If you can go back with only this level, I will tell Professor Dumbledore that the potion genius in his mind is just a joke."

Snape said slowly.

"Of course you can tell Professor Dumbledore, but if you are sincere and want my help, at least tell me what this potion is used for, instead of being angry with me here.

If you could really figure things out on your own, you wouldn't need me here any longer. "

William unceremoniously pointed out Snape's question.

There was a trace of struggle on Snape's sallow face.

Although Hogwarts seems to be very peaceful right now, Dumbledore is still the principal, and no one has proposed to hold the heir of Slytherin who opened the Chamber of Secrets accountable, but he knows better than anyone that this tranquility is actually stepped on a thin layer. on thin ice.

If the petrification of the Malfoy boy has not been resolved for a long time, or if there are more victims, the first one to be sent to Azkaban to be eaten in prison will definitely not be that fool Hagrid.

It was himself, Severus Snape.

"We need to make it resistant to the toxicity of immature mandrakes, and at the same time enhance the effectiveness of resisting curses in mandrakes, and remove petrification."

Snape said softly, shaking his wand, so that neat words appeared on a small blackboard not far from the cauldron.

"Elderleaf, ashworm, valerian, armadillo bile, pomegranate juice, lacewings."

William carefully checked the formula of this extremely complicated potion. It involved more than [-] steps, and used more than a dozen kinds of herbs and magical animals that were very strong against curses and enhanced the efficacy of the medicine. A true master of potions concentrates on brewing for hours.

As the final step of the formula, the juice of the mandrake is added—because it is immature, the curse poison contained in it is scattered throughout the root that grows like an ugly child, and it is very difficult to get rid of.

Moreover, a considerable part of these toxicity has not been converted into medicinal properties over time, so the effect is also slightly inferior, and needs to be supplemented by other potion ingredients.

"But isn't that enough?"

William asked.

In terms of pharmacology, he can understand the principles of Snape's extremely complicated formula, which can be said to have surpassed most potion masters.

But William really didn't think he could put forward any valuable opinions from the perspective of formula.

"We don't have time to wait three months for a mandrake."

Snape shook his head.

The mandrake provided by Lucius Malfoy is already relatively mature, but it is still far away from the full year it needs to be fully mature. It will take at least three months to reach the maturity that this formula can use time.

"Indeed, if it could be done so easily, Snape wouldn't be looking for me anymore.
It's harder than getting him to wash his hair.

What I can make a difference should not be in the formula itself, but some suggestions on ideas. "

William thought about the areas where he could make full use of his strengths—"In the traditional sense, Snape should have tried all the steps that can squeeze out the potion's potency. Even if it's tolerating some side effects and so on?"

Suddenly an idea occurred to him.

"We can tolerate more side effects. No, we just don't bother with side effects."

William came up with an idea.

Potions are not completely harmless to the human body, but the side effects of its ingredients are often neutralized by other ingredients used by the potion master.

Tolerating a certain degree of side effects often means obtaining stronger medicinal power, because the potion master can reduce the ingredients that were originally used for balancing, and squeeze more potency.

As long as it can't be cured, it will be cured to death.
No, this is simply going straight to death.

"I didn't know you hated Malfoy so much that you couldn't even go to St. Mungo's if you wanted him."

Snape raised his eyelids.

During this month, he has repeatedly adjusted the ratio of this formula countless times.

Even so, the side effects of the potion are enough for Draco to lie down solidly for several months before he recovers, during which he may also be accompanied by symptoms such as gibberish and hallucinations.

"No, I mean besides Malfoy, isn't there a ghost who was petrified?"

William's words made Snape's eyes light up.

He really hadn't thought of that.

Because any normal person who has systematically studied potions would think of brewing potions for ghosts.

This method is fundamentally aimed at killing people, so as to enhance the potency of even a little bit.It is naturally impossible to give Malfoy this potion.

But the ghost will never die again, and the strong hallucinogenic effect of the mandrake will not make the blood man Barrow talk nonsense.

Although I don't know how Professor Dumbledore will feed the potion to the bloody Baron, but first there must be a potion that can feed him.

The focus of the current Hogwarts problem is not to allow Draco Malfoy to pass a school year satisfactorily, but to make the hidden heir of Slytherin less than a school year.

"indeed."

Snape's eyes glowed slightly.

He looked at the blackboard, waved his wand quickly, and modified the content on it, the magnitude of which was enough to scare William, "Moonstone powder, unicorn blood, two-ear grass, salamander blood, armadillo bile.
For Merlin's sake, this is really going to make the bloody Barrow die on the spot. "

After the original formula was almost beyond recognition, Snape finally stopped waving his wand.

"Buffalo, what are you still doing, or do you have other places to go later?"

Snape said hurriedly, with a trace of unconcealable excitement in his voice.

As William watched, Snape flicked his wand down, and more drawers on the huge chest of drawers were suddenly opened.

All kinds of rare materials needed in the formula flew out one by one, and fell on the long empty platform beside it.

"You are responsible for the materials used in the first half, and I am responsible for the second half."

Snape waved his wand, split the pile of materials in half, and began to skillfully handle the small pile on the left.William walked over to him and started working on the rest.

William also had a glimmer of expectation at this moment.

This was the first time he was able to see the whole process of Snape devoting all his efforts to developing a potion, which was of great reference value for his own study of potions.

Not only that, but the super super super super powerful sleeping potion he was researching recently happened to encounter a bottleneck, and he needed some advice from Snape.

"If Snape hides something, I'll report to the eighth floor."

He quietly made a decision.

(End of this chapter)