[hp] stay out of it
Chapter 77 Thinking Generic Potion
We went to Professor Snape's office, and on the way Benelli suddenly said a little uneasy: "I think I probably regretted it, Vincent."
I identified two almost identical tapestries, and opened one of them: "Well, the passage to the south is behind this one..." Hearing his words, I gave him a nasal voice of inquiry: "Huh?"
"Looking back, the two professors - your father and Snape - have a war between meals on average, and the last one happened to be received by Snape this morning," he said quickly, lowering his voice. Say, as if the word was cursed: "Shampoo..."
I grabbed his collar to prevent him from inadvertently rushing to the wrong way: "Go this way. So what?"
Benelli wrinkled his nose: "We might just catch up with the afternoon dispute between these two people when we go now-it's terrible, it's terrible."
"Your potion, your idea," I knocked on Professor Snape's door, motioning for Benelli to speak: "You ask."
"Come in." Snape's usual expressionless and slightly impatient voice sounded, I pushed open the door and pushed Benelli in first.
"Oh, hello, Professor. We're here to ask, can you, help us with the formulation of the potion we're working on?"
After hearing the news in the morning, I couldn't help but take a quick glance here when I entered the door - of course there was no trace of Mrs. Wonderful shampoo, and Snape's hair didn't look like he had used any shampoo. I guess that half a dozen shampoo sets probably entered the big lake in front of Hogwarts along the sewer.Snape narrowed his eyes slightly after hearing Benelli's request. According to the usual practice, the next second would probably be sharp, transforming "get out" into all kinds of vicious and sarcastic speeches, and Benelli almost waved his hands reflexively. Wand, I quickly grabbed his sleeve to prevent him from being uncontrollable for a moment and making us put in confinement, but I didn't expect that the word that came out of Snape at this time was: "Okay."
I was ready to turn around and go back to the dormitory. When I heard Professor Snape's unprecedented kindness, I almost subconsciously asked, "What?" Fortunately, I recovered in time and swallowed this sentence, and then I heard Benelli was a beat late: "What?"
Professor Snape frowned gravely, and held out his hand to signal us to give him the parchment, without saying a word.Fearing that he would repent, I tore the long piece of parchment from Benelli's hand and ran over to give it to Professor Snape.He looked at it for a while, wrote something on his paper, and then walked to a table, took out the cauldron and started boiling the potion.I poked my head out to glance at what he had written, and after realizing that I couldn't do anything about the scribbled handwriting, I had to give up.
In the dreary room, there were only the clinking of bottles and cans in Snape's hands and the grunt of boiling potion. We watched Snape with a gloomy face help us conduct research on a dead end, and then experienced it firsthand. His talent for potions.
"Oh, my God, after this step has been left to stand, we can then add the locust leaves... and it turns out that we can stir it in this way, so that we don't have to worry about the problem that the rabbit fleece is too easy to burn..." After watching for a while, seeing Sne After Professor Pu easily resolved the obstacles that blocked us one after another, Benelli, who was completely attracted, couldn't help but exclaim: "It's just...a genius..."
I took a step back and poked him, and said in a low voice, "He must have deduced this formula before, otherwise the process would not have been so smooth. That step just now stuck us for a week..."
"Ah?" As a result, Benelli, who was too focused, didn't hear it, and only gave me an absent-minded reply.Professor Snape, who was changing the container for the solution, glanced back at me instead.I cleared my throat, and turned my eyes solemnly back into the cauldron.
About two hours later, Snape knocked on the cauldron to keep it at a suitable temperature, wiped his hands, and then explained to us very briefly the steps that will be required later, and then told us that this thing is about Easter Can stay out at night.Benelli looked at him as if he was facing a new generation of idols. I squinted my eyes and checked our list, and found that although Snape had changed the details, the general direction was still in line with ours. It can simplify the steps and shorten the cooking time.The only difference between us and him is the last step: he solved the deadlock in our thinking, and replaced our excessive but ineffective Indian longhorn with an unpopular material.
The only difference is experience and knowledge.But I have to admit that without Snape's subtle and genius little changes, even if we were lucky enough to come up with the last step, our formula would take at least three and a half months to brew, not what Snape announced now , the finished product will be available on Easter in half a month.
But Snape obviously didn't intend to help us cook the potions for half a month. He motioned us to take out a special wooden box that can move the crucible in use from the cabinet next to it and put the contents back in the pot. After that It's up to us.
"We'll send your cauldron back right away," Benelli said, lifting the wooden box, his eyes glowing.Snape nodded indifferently, his impatient attitude was evident, and he waved us to hurry up. As soon as we left Snape's office, Benilli couldn't wait to say: "Did you see it just now, Vincent? What the professor said just now Operation - Merlin's beard, how did he think of those things! Stir counterclockwise after the third step! Genius! Why didn't we think of it!..."
"Calm down, the potion inside is about to shake out." I rolled my eyes and pointed to the wooden box in Benelli's arms.
"Oh, I can't let this go," said Benelli, more cautiously, with longing, "I can finally get this potion done by Easter and give it and the formula to Mom—oh , no, this one just happened to be done on Easter night. Maybe I can pay to use the owl to expedite and make sure the package doesn't arrive late - otherwise it would be a bit of a disappointment...”
"Sounds like a good idea." I agreed casually, and then changed my mind: "Why is Snape so talkative today?"
"Professor Snape," Benelli corrected.
"Especially when he was so provocative in the morning, Snape doesn't make sense, I mean, even if he's in a good mood, he might not help us with this seemingly tasteless research..." I always feel Something is wrong.
"It's Professor Snape, and my imitation potion of thinking is not tasteless." Benelli insisted on correcting.
"Snape must be up to no good." I finally concluded.
"It's Professor Snape," Benelli said unbearably, "For Merlin's sake, Vincent, you can't just blindly choose to be partial and turn a blind eye to the facts just because your father is against Professor Snape, even Professor Snape's enthusiasm for helping our research can be described as disturbing and kind by you!"
"Me? I turned a blind eye to the facts? Because of Sirius?" I paused, then caught up to him and said in disbelief, "Sorry, are you talking about me? Why do I think it's you who got distracted .And you actually said that Snape was enthusiastic!"
Benelli stopped abruptly, and while carefully adjusting the wooden box in his arms, he said sternly to me: "We can't just judge people just because of our previous prejudices. Vincent, Professor Snape's attainments in potions are impressive. Admiration, he may be a bit mean, but he is not bad in nature, and you are just unconditionally siding with Professor Black and speculating about him maliciously. He is a genius in potions, and a genius deserves all our courtesy."
"Oh my God, Benelli," I said for a moment, then I laughed helplessly. "You are so impressionable, and it is the same when talking about Bruce, and you feel that Bruce has all the blame. Just a little bit You can completely accept or completely deny other people's changes - so you can't do well as an Auror or a CIA..."
"Oh, is that so?" Benelli said coldly, "Thank you for your evaluation. My parents always say that. But I don't think there is anything wrong with it. It is always better to correct prejudices as soon as possible. When all the evidence is under your nose, you slowly examine them one by one, and then think: 'Ah, did I misread him before!'——and you White, stop being so superior .It seems like you are standing a level above everyone else, which is very annoying."
He helped the box and walked quickly. After walking a few steps, he turned around and said, "And I'm absolutely right about Bruce. If you don't believe me, just wait and see."
"I didn't say there's anything wrong with your opinion of him. The problem is that your way of judging things is too arbitrary... Hey! Okay." Benelli left with a look of "Don't follow me", leaving me feeling resentful in place.
I touched my nose and thought about what he had just accused me of.Tell me not to be condescending?Well, I'm twice your age, and it's not easy to let go of my mental superiority, Benelli.
There was a gleeful whistle, and I looked back at Malfoy, who was beaming brightly, realizing that I had just had a big argument with my companions near the Slytherin lounge about whether Snape was a conspirator or not.
"Oh, I hit a bad nose." Malfoy teased, and strode away without stopping.I watched him walk away and realized that he had been acting alone without Crabbe and Goyle for a while... What the hell was he and Bruce doing?Or maybe it's just my Slytherin bias, huh?Malfoy and Bruce just got together for afternoon tea in a friendly way?
I identified two almost identical tapestries, and opened one of them: "Well, the passage to the south is behind this one..." Hearing his words, I gave him a nasal voice of inquiry: "Huh?"
"Looking back, the two professors - your father and Snape - have a war between meals on average, and the last one happened to be received by Snape this morning," he said quickly, lowering his voice. Say, as if the word was cursed: "Shampoo..."
I grabbed his collar to prevent him from inadvertently rushing to the wrong way: "Go this way. So what?"
Benelli wrinkled his nose: "We might just catch up with the afternoon dispute between these two people when we go now-it's terrible, it's terrible."
"Your potion, your idea," I knocked on Professor Snape's door, motioning for Benelli to speak: "You ask."
"Come in." Snape's usual expressionless and slightly impatient voice sounded, I pushed open the door and pushed Benelli in first.
"Oh, hello, Professor. We're here to ask, can you, help us with the formulation of the potion we're working on?"
After hearing the news in the morning, I couldn't help but take a quick glance here when I entered the door - of course there was no trace of Mrs. Wonderful shampoo, and Snape's hair didn't look like he had used any shampoo. I guess that half a dozen shampoo sets probably entered the big lake in front of Hogwarts along the sewer.Snape narrowed his eyes slightly after hearing Benelli's request. According to the usual practice, the next second would probably be sharp, transforming "get out" into all kinds of vicious and sarcastic speeches, and Benelli almost waved his hands reflexively. Wand, I quickly grabbed his sleeve to prevent him from being uncontrollable for a moment and making us put in confinement, but I didn't expect that the word that came out of Snape at this time was: "Okay."
I was ready to turn around and go back to the dormitory. When I heard Professor Snape's unprecedented kindness, I almost subconsciously asked, "What?" Fortunately, I recovered in time and swallowed this sentence, and then I heard Benelli was a beat late: "What?"
Professor Snape frowned gravely, and held out his hand to signal us to give him the parchment, without saying a word.Fearing that he would repent, I tore the long piece of parchment from Benelli's hand and ran over to give it to Professor Snape.He looked at it for a while, wrote something on his paper, and then walked to a table, took out the cauldron and started boiling the potion.I poked my head out to glance at what he had written, and after realizing that I couldn't do anything about the scribbled handwriting, I had to give up.
In the dreary room, there were only the clinking of bottles and cans in Snape's hands and the grunt of boiling potion. We watched Snape with a gloomy face help us conduct research on a dead end, and then experienced it firsthand. His talent for potions.
"Oh, my God, after this step has been left to stand, we can then add the locust leaves... and it turns out that we can stir it in this way, so that we don't have to worry about the problem that the rabbit fleece is too easy to burn..." After watching for a while, seeing Sne After Professor Pu easily resolved the obstacles that blocked us one after another, Benelli, who was completely attracted, couldn't help but exclaim: "It's just...a genius..."
I took a step back and poked him, and said in a low voice, "He must have deduced this formula before, otherwise the process would not have been so smooth. That step just now stuck us for a week..."
"Ah?" As a result, Benelli, who was too focused, didn't hear it, and only gave me an absent-minded reply.Professor Snape, who was changing the container for the solution, glanced back at me instead.I cleared my throat, and turned my eyes solemnly back into the cauldron.
About two hours later, Snape knocked on the cauldron to keep it at a suitable temperature, wiped his hands, and then explained to us very briefly the steps that will be required later, and then told us that this thing is about Easter Can stay out at night.Benelli looked at him as if he was facing a new generation of idols. I squinted my eyes and checked our list, and found that although Snape had changed the details, the general direction was still in line with ours. It can simplify the steps and shorten the cooking time.The only difference between us and him is the last step: he solved the deadlock in our thinking, and replaced our excessive but ineffective Indian longhorn with an unpopular material.
The only difference is experience and knowledge.But I have to admit that without Snape's subtle and genius little changes, even if we were lucky enough to come up with the last step, our formula would take at least three and a half months to brew, not what Snape announced now , the finished product will be available on Easter in half a month.
But Snape obviously didn't intend to help us cook the potions for half a month. He motioned us to take out a special wooden box that can move the crucible in use from the cabinet next to it and put the contents back in the pot. After that It's up to us.
"We'll send your cauldron back right away," Benelli said, lifting the wooden box, his eyes glowing.Snape nodded indifferently, his impatient attitude was evident, and he waved us to hurry up. As soon as we left Snape's office, Benilli couldn't wait to say: "Did you see it just now, Vincent? What the professor said just now Operation - Merlin's beard, how did he think of those things! Stir counterclockwise after the third step! Genius! Why didn't we think of it!..."
"Calm down, the potion inside is about to shake out." I rolled my eyes and pointed to the wooden box in Benelli's arms.
"Oh, I can't let this go," said Benelli, more cautiously, with longing, "I can finally get this potion done by Easter and give it and the formula to Mom—oh , no, this one just happened to be done on Easter night. Maybe I can pay to use the owl to expedite and make sure the package doesn't arrive late - otherwise it would be a bit of a disappointment...”
"Sounds like a good idea." I agreed casually, and then changed my mind: "Why is Snape so talkative today?"
"Professor Snape," Benelli corrected.
"Especially when he was so provocative in the morning, Snape doesn't make sense, I mean, even if he's in a good mood, he might not help us with this seemingly tasteless research..." I always feel Something is wrong.
"It's Professor Snape, and my imitation potion of thinking is not tasteless." Benelli insisted on correcting.
"Snape must be up to no good." I finally concluded.
"It's Professor Snape," Benelli said unbearably, "For Merlin's sake, Vincent, you can't just blindly choose to be partial and turn a blind eye to the facts just because your father is against Professor Snape, even Professor Snape's enthusiasm for helping our research can be described as disturbing and kind by you!"
"Me? I turned a blind eye to the facts? Because of Sirius?" I paused, then caught up to him and said in disbelief, "Sorry, are you talking about me? Why do I think it's you who got distracted .And you actually said that Snape was enthusiastic!"
Benelli stopped abruptly, and while carefully adjusting the wooden box in his arms, he said sternly to me: "We can't just judge people just because of our previous prejudices. Vincent, Professor Snape's attainments in potions are impressive. Admiration, he may be a bit mean, but he is not bad in nature, and you are just unconditionally siding with Professor Black and speculating about him maliciously. He is a genius in potions, and a genius deserves all our courtesy."
"Oh my God, Benelli," I said for a moment, then I laughed helplessly. "You are so impressionable, and it is the same when talking about Bruce, and you feel that Bruce has all the blame. Just a little bit You can completely accept or completely deny other people's changes - so you can't do well as an Auror or a CIA..."
"Oh, is that so?" Benelli said coldly, "Thank you for your evaluation. My parents always say that. But I don't think there is anything wrong with it. It is always better to correct prejudices as soon as possible. When all the evidence is under your nose, you slowly examine them one by one, and then think: 'Ah, did I misread him before!'——and you White, stop being so superior .It seems like you are standing a level above everyone else, which is very annoying."
He helped the box and walked quickly. After walking a few steps, he turned around and said, "And I'm absolutely right about Bruce. If you don't believe me, just wait and see."
"I didn't say there's anything wrong with your opinion of him. The problem is that your way of judging things is too arbitrary... Hey! Okay." Benelli left with a look of "Don't follow me", leaving me feeling resentful in place.
I touched my nose and thought about what he had just accused me of.Tell me not to be condescending?Well, I'm twice your age, and it's not easy to let go of my mental superiority, Benelli.
There was a gleeful whistle, and I looked back at Malfoy, who was beaming brightly, realizing that I had just had a big argument with my companions near the Slytherin lounge about whether Snape was a conspirator or not.
"Oh, I hit a bad nose." Malfoy teased, and strode away without stopping.I watched him walk away and realized that he had been acting alone without Crabbe and Goyle for a while... What the hell was he and Bruce doing?Or maybe it's just my Slytherin bias, huh?Malfoy and Bruce just got together for afternoon tea in a friendly way?
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