A friendly day at Hogwarts

Glenn slowed down, feeling the gentle sound of wind in his ears and breathing in the sweet smell in the air.

A clear voice came from behind.

"Didn't you say you can't fly?" Qiu caught up to him at some point and happened to look at him with a sweet smile, "Do you want to see who can fly faster?"

Glenn's eyes swept across the blue sky and the green forbidden forest in the distance. He felt relaxed and happy, and suddenly had a feeling like "I'm talking about being a teenager".

"Come on!" He said with a smile, "Don't cry if you lose!"

"You're the one crying!"

Qiu wrinkled her lovely nose and made a face at him.

"From here to the Quidditch pitch, whoever gets there first wins. I'll start as soon as I count to three. Three!" Qiu used a careful trick and didn't even look at Glenn's reaction. He directly activated the broomstick under him. The arrow generally cuts through the sky and flies straight to the target.

Glenn smiled bitterly and followed suit slowly.

Autumn hovered above the Quidditch pitch and looked at Glenn with a smile.

"I won!" She said with a bit of arrogance and a happy face.

Glenn nodded: "It turns out that you can fly better than me."

Important character, Qiu Zhang, friendliness +10, exchange currency +500.

Moderate praise is sometimes very effective, as in this case.

It seemed that time was almost up, and Mrs. Huo Qi's whistle came from below. The two of them flew back to the grass side by side and stood in the team.

"Everyone did a great job." Mrs. Huo Qi clapped her hands and said to everyone, "Please remember this feeling. We will learn more skills next week."

She took back the brooms in everyone's hands and announced that get out of class was over.

......

Time soon came to Sunday, and the first week of school passed like this, with a few minor episodes.

Glenn got up early and, with the help of several passing ghosts, went through 81 difficulties and managed to reach the door of Professor Snape's office before 9 o'clock.

On the deep and dark underground floor, at the end of the corridor is a heavy wooden door.

Glenn stepped forward quickly and knocked twice.

The wooden door opened with a creak.

"Come in."

Professor Snape's cold and low voice came.

Glenn shrank his neck and walked in nervously.

The walls of this small office were dimly lit, and a fire was burning in the fireplace, which slightly offset the coldness and dampness of the basement.

Beside the desk and in the middle of the room is a table with a set of tools for preparing potions, such as a crucible, a scale, a mortar, etc.

The room was surrounded by shelves similar to those in the Potions classroom, with many large glass jars displayed on them.The jars contain animals or plants soaked in various magical potions. They look dirty and slimy, making it difficult to look directly at them.

In addition, there is a locked storage cabinet in the corner, presumably where the Half-Blood Prince's personal collection is stored.

Professor Snape was grading the senior year's homework and threw him a notebook that looked quite old.

He pointed to the chair next to him and said, "Read the potion on the first page first and prepare it later."

Glenn took the notebook, quietly wiped the chair with the hem of his robe, and then carefully sat down.

On the first page of the notebook, there is a record of a magic potion called "Intelligence Enhancer".

Glenn was stunned. This seemed to be a magic potion that only the fourth grade could learn.

"Are you showing off?" Glenn thought to himself and looked up.Professor Snape didn't notice. He was cursing something in a low voice and wrote a huge "D" on the parchment with a quill dipped in red ink.

In the separate menu of Potions, the option of intelligence enhancer has appeared.But the strange thing is that this time it seems different from the previous scabies potion.

[Intelligence enhancer (simplified)]

This was the first time Glenn had heard of the simplified version of the potion.

But it's not unreasonable to think about it. If a fourth-year student can prepare a miracle drug like intelligence enhancer that can increase magic power without any side effects, it would be too cheap.

He put the notebook aside, added some water to the cauldron, took out his wand and lit the fire under the cauldron.

Professor Snape, who was lowering his head while grading, raised his head when he heard the noise and saw that Glenn had already started to take action, with a rare look of surprise on his face.

In fact, the professor just planned to let him take a look at the process first, and then guide him to complete the entire preparation process together after the homework was graded.

Unexpectedly, this Tie Hanhan actually acted recklessly.

Professor Snape became interested instead and put down the quill in his hand, intending to see how the boy in front of him completed a task that far exceeded the teaching goal.

The sallow face once again showed that stiff expression that looked like a smile.

Glenn didn't think much, he just followed the system prompts step by step, looking up at his notes from time to time to compare the differences between the system and the Half-Blood Prince.

Miraculously, the two are almost identical.

Professor Snape had already prepared the ingredients in advance and placed them in just the right place, making it particularly easy for Glenn to use.

He raised his hand and poured the scarab powder into the boiling crucible. The liquid inside instantly changed from dark green to silvery white, and with constant clockwise stirring, gradually turned into something as clear as water.

Glenn turned down the flame slightly, chopped the ginger root into fine pieces, and added it to the crucible that had just stopped boiling.

The timing was just right, and the professor couldn't help but nod secretly.

In fact, there is no difference between ginger root and the ginger used by Muggles for cooking. According to common sense, these minced pieces should settle directly to the bottom after being thrown into the crucible.

But in fact, the moment they came into contact with the surface of the potion, they immediately melted like snowflakes on the window, and at the same time transformed the potion into light blue, emitting steam with a slightly spicy taste.

This is the magic of potions that subverts traditional knowledge.

A Muggle or Squib cannot make any potion.Even the simplest herbicides are mentioned in "Magic Potions and Potions".

Even if you can accurately complete the previous series of magic potion configuration processes, as long as you lack the slight wave of the wand, you will only get a weird pot of soup.

The last step of the intelligence enhancer was to add armadillo bile. Glenn opened the Erlenmeyer flask on the side and carefully poured it into the measuring cup. He did not dare to spill this stuff on the professor's desk.

Dark green viscous bile slowly flowed down the wall of the measuring cup, stopping steadily at the required mark, exactly.

Glenn poured the liquid into the crucible, and the boiling potion suddenly quieted down and gradually turned into a pleasant tangerine color.

The spiciness of the ginger root and the bitterness of the bile disappeared at the same time, replaced by a fresh and slightly sweet taste.

Glenn breathed a sigh of relief and showed a satisfied smile.