Hogwarts: I can inherit the legacy of the dead

Professor Snape left the small room and closed the door.

This room seemed to be soundproof. Meka Anders heard that all the sounds outside disappeared, including the sound of people passing by in the corridor.

Gurgle.

The person in the room shook the solution in the beaker. The solution was bubbling and the surface was emitting a light blue light. He raised his head and looked at Meka.

This person was wearing the uniform of Slytherin College and had a cold expression.

"Freshman?" He looked at Meka's clothes.

Seeing that the other party took the initiative to greet him, Maika smiled, walked forward and stretched out his hand to him:

"It seems that you are a senior from Slytherin College. I have always heard that Slytherin has a genius in potions. Today I finally saw it."

"I am from Gryffindor, a first-year student, Maika Anders."

"Nice to meet you."

"Gryffindor?" The boy looked at his outstretched hand coldly and quickly moved it away:

"Less than one in ten mudbloods become potion masters. I advise you to give up as soon as possible."

"Also, take your hand away, I think it's dirty."

The cold boy turned around and immersed himself in potion making again.

His movements were crisp and clear, his thoughts were clear, and he did not pause, showing a good quality in potion learning.

Judging from the experience of old man Domon, this teenager can indeed be called a potion genius.

Maika stopped and looked for a while, squinted his eyes, and soon smiled.

Mudblood refers to wizards who come from Muggle or mixed-blood families. It is a derogatory term created by pure-blood supremacists.

He did live in a Muggle family for eleven years and was not raised by a wizard family, but his parents seemed to be wizards. It was really unfair to call him a mudblood.

Maeka returned to his workbench and identified the herbs on the table one by one according to the knowledge of tranquilizing potions he had learned in the past few days.

The cold boy glanced at him inconspicuously and sneered.

In his opinion, this mudblood had obviously just learned tranquilizing potions. It was presumptuous to want to win the attention of Professor Snape with this.

He had been learning tranquilizing potions for more than two months. He was familiar with the herbs and could recite the production process by heart. It took him five days to pass Professor Snape's test and make the first tranquilizing potion.

And this mudblood was unfamiliar with the herbs.

He retracted his gaze, added various herbs to the beaker, and prepared to start refining the second potion.

"The ability of the sense of smell to distinguish the quality of herbs is simply appalling."

Meka Anders lowered his head, picked up a herb and sniffed it, and knew that it was a ten-year-old herb, which was at least ten times stronger than the one-year-old herb.

After he initially identified the herbs, he classified the various herbs according to their age and efficacy.

The ten-year-old herbs were put in a pile, the five-year-old herbs were put together, and the biological materials with similar efficacy were put next, and so on.

When refining potions for the first time, there will naturally be losses, no matter how talented the potion master is.

Therefore, Meka did not start with the potion materials with the best efficacy, but first practiced with three-year-old and five-year-old herbs and matching biological materials.

"First add licorice ash, mangrove roots, and green dew petals..."

The distilled water in the beaker was poured into these materials in turn, and after a little stirring and shaking, the solution in the cup turned emerald green.

The alcohol lamp was placed on the crucible, and the fire was lit, and the hair of the mine rat, the limbs of the gray poisonous spider, and the blood of the Yin-avoiding silkworm were added to it.

Meka has inherited twenty years of experience in potion making from old man Domon. He is skilled and graceful, processing multiple materials at the same time, like threading a needle.

He even took the time to extract the body fluids secreted by the evil ants in the nest, and extracted another material called membrane stock solution needed for the sedative potion.

All the steps were carried out in an orderly manner.

When the biological materials on the crucible were completely melted and cooled, emitting a smell of burnt cotton, Meka poured this special black mucus into the beaker.

The beaker was shaken in his hand, and the skin that fit naturally emitted magical fluctuations, prompting the various materials in the cup to merge more deeply.

Watching the black mucus in the beaker gradually disappear and blend into the original emerald green solution, the solution changed from emerald green to a blue color like sea water, dotted with golden light, like stars.

Meka was fascinated for a while, and recalled that this was one of the signs of the successful refining of the sedative potion.

"Will it succeed in one try?"

Meka was looking forward to it.

When the solution completely turned azure blue, he took the black goat horn that had been ground into powder and sprinkled it into the solution in the cup little by little.

Meka actually felt nervous and waited quietly for the black goat horn powder to completely blend into the solution.

The black powder in the solution gradually disappeared, and the azure solution seemed to boil, with layers of colorful bubbles rising.

Seeing that the last bit of powder was about to disappear, the solution gradually calmed down and stopped boiling, with a slightly bitter herbal fragrance wafting out.

Suddenly, there was a bang, a puff of smoke was painful, and the solution completely turned gray.

"Failed?"

Meka laughed dumbly.

The indifferent boy at the opposite workbench saw this scene and became more convinced of what he was thinking.

"Impatient."

This was his evaluation.

He had just started to extract the membrane concentrate, and a potion novice had already completed the refining? If this wasn't impatient, what was it that was eager for success?

This is the most taboo thing in potion science.

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The only window in the office can see the sky outside turning from white to black.

Professor Snape opened the small window on the door and looked inside. He looked quietly for a long time and couldn't help but smile.

"Very good."

He saw that Maeka was still calm and handled the potion materials calmly.

A long time had passed. Even the smartest and most tenacious teenagers would always consume their minds and become mentally exhausted, so that their attention would be distracted.

He had even seen too many students who had already become impatient, flustered, and impatient after several hours of potion practice.

But Maeka Anders was not impatient at all, as if he had just entered the office.

He had never expected that the eleven-year-old Maeka could show such calmness and patience. This is also the most important psychological quality to become a potion master.

Professor Snape looked at it for a while and nodded slowly:

"He is becoming more and more proficient in making sedatives."

"It looks like he might be able to make the first batch of sedatives within three days."

A beginner who can make this potion within three days can be ranked among the top ten genius potion masters he has ever seen.

Professor Snape lowered the small window on the door, returned to his desk, and waited quietly.

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In the room.

Meka has made more than ten rounds of sedatives, and all failed as expected.

But he did not feel frustrated, but was very interested, constantly summarizing his gains and losses, and constantly optimizing his steps.

The books on sedatives introduced many potion masters who had just made this potion, and the number of attempts was dozens or hundreds. He felt that compared with those people, his failures were nothing.

And he seemed to be influenced by Domon, and had a passionate love for potion learning and abnormal patience for decades.

Therefore, the more he tried, the closer he was to success, the more excited he was. How could he be impatient?

Meka threaded the needle with both hands, which was like an art, and operated multiple instruments at the same time. Compared with the first attempt, this time it looked more pleasing to the eye, almost effortless.

This fluency appeared in the hands of an ordinary potion master, which was enough to show his talent and long-term investment.

The biological material in the crucible melted into mucus. Meka poured the mucus into the emerald green solution in the beaker again, waiting for the mucus to dissolve in it.

On another workbench, the cold boy poured the fourth bottle of successfully refined sedative into a special container and placed it on the table.

He took out a handkerchief from his jacket pocket and wiped his hands, looking at Meka's concentration with cold eyes.

"Don't overestimate your ability."

The cold boy only felt that the expression he pretended to please Snape was a little dazzling. When he walked behind Meka, he coldly said a word and left the room.

Meka seemed unaware and stared at the solution in his hand with a focused expression.

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The cold boy walked out of the room and said goodbye to Professor Snape respectfully:

"Professor, I'm going back."

Professor Snape nodded and only replied "um".

The boy was about to push open the door of the office, but heard a crisp "pop" sound, and the refreshing fragrance of plants and trees overflowed, making the whole office full of fragrance.

He looked back at the door of the room and was stunned for a moment.

Professor Snape said "oh", and a casual smile flashed across his face.

After a while, Meka Anders pushed open the door of the room.

This calm boy shook the blue potion in his hand and smiled at Professor Snape:

"Professor Snape, I'm done."

The blue potion rippled in the cup, like the sky after the weather cleared, which was fascinating.

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