Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

"Of course, hope is always hope, and fools and fools still have it every year."

Professor Snape looked around, and finally settled on a corner.

"Weasley!" The sudden shout made the whole class tremble with fright.

The red-haired boy sitting in the farthest corner stood up innocently, with a dazed expression on his face.

"What's the difference between the boat-shaped aconitum and the chamaema aconitum?"

The red-haired boy looked dazed, apparently hearing these two things for the first time.

Half paid, murmured reply: "I don't know, sir."

The black-haired mixed-race boy sitting in the first row suddenly looked up, his heart pounding.Isn't this the content of the book he memorized recently? !

"Then change another one, what is Bai Xian for?"

Weasley turned to look at his tablemate.Then, he got a face that was more dazed than his own.

"Not sure, sir."

Snape stood on the podium, stroked his cuffs leisurely, and spoke again in a calm tone:

"One last question, if I need a bezoar, where should I find it?"

This time the red-haired Weasley's expression became completely blank, and he gave up treatment.

Snape motioned him to sit down, and said flatly:

"I think you can continue to sleep, so you might dream about what the answer is. Gryffindor deducted 4 points, [-] points for questions, and [-] point for sleeping in class."

The boy named Charlie Weasley sat down with a nightmare look on his face.

It's not over yet...

"McLean, you answer these three questions."

Cyril stood up reflexively, calmed down for a while, recalled the contents of the book, and organized his words to speak slowly.

"The first question, there is no difference between the two, both are... aconite. The second question, white fresh can heal wounds, reduce inflammation and kill bacteria. The third question, coprolites... are stones taken from the stomach of goats, with Great detoxification."

"Sit down, Slytherin plus three points. Also, it's 'coprolith' not 'fan stone', correct your pronunciation, and straighten your tongue when you speak. Why don't you write it down?"

The last sentence suddenly increased the volume, and the wizard turned his head to question every student sitting in a daze.

As far as I remember, it's normal.The most terrible thing is the part where I start to make the potion for scabies...

The mixed-race boy looked at the operation steps written on the blackboard and divided the work with John.

"Man, you go grab the materials, and I'll come and see the pot."

"No problem!" the brown-haired roommate vowed.

Following Professor Snape's order, the Gryffindor cubs, who were deeply shocked by his disarming power, rushed to the material cabinet in a swarm, lest the professor pick a thorn and deduct points if they were too late.

After tidying up his shirt sleeves and wiping his hair, Mr. John White slowly got up, took a step forward, raised his head, and then retracted his strided legs abruptly.

"No, Merlin. I don't think it's a problem if we go get them later. They'll trample on my new shoes."

Mr. White refused.

"Then I'll go get the materials, and you'll light the fire and watch the pot?" Cyril rolled his eyes, pushed the crucible in front of his partner, rolled up his sleeves and rushed over.

Seeing his roommates disappearing into the crowd of black robes, the brown-haired boy only had time to answer a weak "yes" to the back.

Thanks to accompanying Ms. Lin Jiu to the morning market to grab fresh vegetables and fruits every Saturday, the black-haired mixed-race boy shuttled among the students like a nimble little fish, cutting in from the side and directly reaching the opposite side of the material cabinet , and quickly took all the materials needed.

After returning to his seat, Xi Ruier sorted and coded the materials he took, and calmly accepted the admiring eyes of his roommate.

"You cook the slug first, and I'll grind the snake's teeth."

"Ok!"

"Everyone be quiet, look here." Professor Snape on the podium suddenly knocked on the beaker.

The students who were in a hurry looked up one after another.

"How to deal with snake teeth?" asked the professor.

The audience was silent.

"Puff!" Someone's cauldron made a strange sound, and Professor Snape gave him a disgusted stare.

"McLean, come up and give a demonstration." Snapperiso waved his hand, and Cyril stood up stiffly and walked to the large operating table next to Snape.

My mind is full of the daze of being called twice in one class.

Stiffly picked up a stone bowl and matching stone hammer on the table, under the eyes of the whole class, silently began to "pound garlic".

"stop."

The boy stopped his hands and looked up at the professor beside him with an innocent face.

"So here is a wrong demonstration. First of all, we should choose wooden containers, because the poison of snake teeth will react with the minerals in the stone."

The boy took the wooden "garlic clay bowl" handed over by the professor with a flushed face.

"continue."

Cyril was obedient and continued to "pound garlic".

"stop."

The boy froze, flushed.

"Here, the arms should be pressing sideways, not facing forward. Continue."

Cyril tilted the angle, crushed the snake's teeth sideways, and waited silently.

"stop."

really! ! !

"If you don't turn the wooden bowl, the result is like the fangs in Mr McLean's hand, the pieces are uneven in size and size."

"..." - Cyril who had nothing to say and just wanted to put the wooden bowl on the professor's head.

"..." - a sympathetic Slytherin.

"..." - Gryffindor who was shocked by the fact that the big bat didn't even let the students of his own house go unnoticed.

After that, the memories became vague, and I vaguely remembered that I not only demonstrated the grinding of snake teeth in front of the classroom, but also demonstrated the cleaning of steamed slugs and porcupine quills.

The reason why the memory is blurred is probably too horrible to watch the brain automatically block it... Cyril was thinking ecstatically.

Anyway, the next day, John said that he was talking about "side crushing...continue...stop" in his dreams.

"If it wasn't for knowing that you had such a miserable day, I would have stuffed your sock the 12th time you said 'stop,'" John said.

The memories came to an abrupt end. The boy skillfully poured the Feidou juice into the crucible and stirred it counterclockwise for 3 circles.The nonsense potion turned a pleasant blue-gray.

Remove from flame, bottle and hand in.All in one go.

Seeing that Snape tapped the golden letter E on the bottle with his wand expressionlessly, the black-haired boy happily narrowed his gray-green eyes and returned to his seat.

He found that he really liked potions more than any other subject.

Because I am busy with classes and after-school English tutoring every day, the days go by very quickly, and Christmas is coming in a blink of an eye.

The school is counting the number of people staying in school, and John has been talking about being able to go home three days ago.

"No Responsibility - I know you will be sad without the Spring Festival, but be strong"

"Cyril, does China celebrate Christmas?"

"but."

"Oh, then you really lost a lot of fun." The brown-haired boy patted his roommate on the shoulder sympathetically.

"We celebrate the Spring Festival."

"What festival is that?"

"I'll tell you..."

"(⊙⊙) Wow."

"Jiaozi, you know dumplings, right..."

"(⊙⊙) Wow."

"There are also glutinous rice balls, you don't know glutinous rice balls either?..."

"(⊙⊙) Wow."

"There will be firecrackers..."

"(⊙⊙) Wow."

"New Year's money..."

"(⊙⊙) Wow."

"I still want to watch the Spring Festival Gala, don't you know what TV is?..."

"(⊙⊙) Wow."

……

In the end, the dry-mouthed Chinese-English mixed-race boy concluded his speech: "Although it is indeed sad that you do not have the Spring Festival, I will still send you gifts at Christmas. You have to be strong."

"╥﹏╥Thank you, it's very kind of you."