【HP】Elvira’s Unicorn Garden

The last class on Friday morning was Professor Slughorn's Potions class, a class shared by Slytherin and Gryffindor.

The little girl used a silver spoon to carefully take out some of the newly ground material powder, and then placed it on the small plate on the scale. She did not take off the small plate until the corresponding grams were displayed.

"Vivian, please pass me the 'Sprouting Grass Stem Powder'." Abraxas spoke softly, and the boy was continuing the work at hand.

Avila carefully picked up the newly weighed powder material and handed it to Abraxas, followed by gently stirring it in the crucible. When the corresponding stirring time was reached, the boy removed the crucible from the fire.

As time passed, the turbid blue liquid carrying bubbles in the crucible began to turn clear blue, and the bubbles began to dissipate.

Abraxas took the small saucer and put the powder in it several times. Then he took the stirring rod and stirred it clockwise. The liquid in the crucible gradually turned purple.

Only when the potion was completely clear did the little girl take it out and put it into a crystal bottle.

"I think some people have forgotten the work they are responsible for." The gloomy young man took out the liquid from the crucible and put it into a crystal bottle to complete the final work.

"If you are referring to the two people in front of Abraxas and Elvira, if I remember correctly, they have been arguing since the beginning of class until now-" Edgar and another Slytherin boy followed closely behind back.

The young man took the bottle of potion that had just been made from Rawlis' hand. Rudolph's extremely casual voice sounded from behind the blond boy, "It's about who is responsible for processing the materials and who is responsible for brewing the potion."

Orion and Letoria were the last of this small circle to complete.

Professor Slughorn came to check and added corresponding scores to the teenagers. When he walked to the little girl and the blond boy, he couldn't help but praise them a few times.

Of course, there are inevitably a few words of "chicken talk" related to the family.

Something went wrong on Gryffindor's side. A Gryffindor made a mistake in the order of making the 'Resuscitation Potion' and blew up the cauldron. The hot liquid splashed out, and those who were contaminated by the liquid were infected. The place started to fester.

Several people failed to escape, including a Slytherin.

The entire potions classroom was almost in chaos, and the potions class was forced to be terminated as a last resort.

The professor asked the students who were not involved to take the injured students to the hospital wing.

The teenagers survived, and the area they were in became a safe zone not affected by the potion liquid.

"Vivian." Abraxas raised his hand to cover the eyes of the little girl next to him. With his other slender hand, he took out the white handkerchief he carried with him and covered the little girl's mouth and nose. "It'll be okay. Yes, the professor has sent the injured student to the medical wing."

The boy's voice was extremely soft, and his breath passed by the little girl's ear again and again.

Avila's breathing was a little rapid, and her fingers subconsciously pinched the corners of Abraxas's clothes. The little girl's lips began to turn white, and the air in the entire classroom was filled with the pungent smell of decay.

What came to my ears were the screams of injured students, as well as the endless curses and ridicules.

No one spoke up for the Gryffindor this time, and they all agreed it was his fault.

The Gryffindor's little careless mistake led to a tragedy, and his actions earned him a barrage of abuse.

The students left the classroom, and some couldn't help but retched on the wall of the corridor.

"That damn Gryffindor! I will never let him go!" Letoria looked in the direction of the Potions classroom with disgust, "I don't think I can eat the lunch soon."

The stench lingered on the tip of his nose for a long time until he left the area where the classroom was located. Rawlis took out a white handkerchief from his robe pocket and covered his mouth and nose.

He didn't want to smell this disgusting smell at all.