[Zhongyingmei] My students are not right

Snape became one of the potion masters on Wizarding Street in England because of her improved wolfbane potion, and although Clare is far behind Snape in potions, her improved hair restorer has benefited most of the wizarding world who are suffering from a midlife crisis. Comparing to the cold and mean Snape, Claire has a higher nationality,

Whenever she mentions her improved strong hair restorer, she also looks proud.

Since it was her apparition that caused Pietro's head to separate from his hair, then, let her brew this bottle of potion herself, and return Pietro's beautiful black hair.

It's just that the caterpillars in this season are not easy to find. After searching for a long time in the small garden outside the house, she finally found three. She used tweezers to pinch those caterpillars that knew nothing about their fate into a petri dish. Then he carefully carried the petri dish and walked into the house.

Pietro, who was half bald, was sitting on the dining table, watching her enter the room, and then shifted his gaze to the three caterpillars wriggling quietly in the petri dish in her hand.

Aunt Carly was already screaming: "Claire, what are you doing! You ruined a dinner I managed to make! Who wants to eat after seeing caterpillars!"

"Pietro's hair is more important now." Claire said seriously, "This is the responsibility I should shoulder."

Pietro: "..."

He was a little nervous, and his Adam's apple slid up and down uneasily. He looked at Clare with a little helplessness, and then said, "Teacher... can your mutant ability cook these messy things?"

"What a mess?" Claire raised her eyebrows, "You don't understand the charm of potions at all."

Pietro glanced at the three faint green caterpillars, his eyes were tangled: "I don't quite understand..."

"Well, I can only boil it." Claire exhaled, "If you let me drink it, I will really cry."

"I'm already about to cry." Pietro covered his eyes.

Claire poked the bald half of his head with the other hand: "Bald or caterpillar, you choose."

Pietro looked at her between his fingers, and after a long struggle, he finally mustered up the courage and nodded vigorously.

Claire originally wanted to use the pressure cooker at home to make this bottle of powerful hair growth agent. After being strongly opposed by Aunt Carly, she had to take out the frying pan that she had burned before from the bottom of the cabinet.

Meanwhile, Pietro and Aunt Carly stood at the door of the kitchen, watching the brewing process of the legendary powerful hair restorer.

Compared with cooking, it is much easier for her to brew the potion. With a kitchen knife in one hand, she raised the knife and dropped it with a few swishes, cutting the stacked nettle leaves into very thin strands, and then raised them. Sprinkle it with your hand, and sprinkle it all into the boiling water in the pan.

Her posture is unrestrained and neat, like those kitchen masters performing their cooking skills in the movie.

And just when the nettle leaves fell into the boiling water, she pulled out a handful of porcupine quills from the bracelet, and Aunt Carly frowned, "Why do you still have such things?"

"When I was traveling in Africa, I met two male porcupines fighting and followed them to pick them up." Claire put the porcupine quills into the pot and said, "In fact, the most effective medicine is the tentacled hedgehog living in Africa. soft thorn, but I can't find it now, so I have to prick you with a porcupine, Pietro."

Pietro: "...not wronged."

"Okay, now comes the highlight." Claire stretched out her hand to the three caterpillars.

Aunt Carly and Pietro at the kitchen door tightened their throats.

She closed her fingers and caught three caterpillars in her hands.

Aunt Carly and Pietro covered their eyes.

The next moment, she clasped her palms together, crushed all the caterpillars, and then put the juice into the boiling water.

Aunt Carly and Pietro retched.

Without changing his face, Claire took a soup spoon from the shelf, stirred it clockwise three times and counterclockwise three times, then drew out the wand, chanted a spell, and suddenly there was a burst of fire from the charred pot , Pietro was about to step forward and pull her out of the kitchen when she waved her wand again to disperse the flames.

After the flames dissipated, there was only a small half pot of viscous liquid with a strange color left in the pot.

Pietro looked at the viscous liquid with dazed eyes, and then looked at Claire who didn't change his expression.

"This is the first time I've used a pan and liquefied petroleum gas to make a potion. I don't know what's different from the previous ones, but there's nothing wrong with great efficacy." Claire turned her head while filling the potion Smiling and looking like Pietro, "Young people should have fluffy hair and be full of vigor."

Petrom: "...oh."

Claire carefully packed the potion in the glass bottle, then held it in both hands, and handed it to Pietro, who had stepped into the kitchen: "Drink it, within 2 minutes, you are guaranteed to grow thick hair."

Pietro took the glass bottle filled with the viscous liquid with trembling hands, thought for a while, and then asked, "What... should it taste like?"

"Don't worry, none of the potions I brew will taste bad," Claire said.

She wasn't lying, because after being tortured by Snape's potion with an extremely bad taste, she decided that although the potion she brewed was not as effective as Snape's, at least it tasted better. She had to dump Snape for eighteen Downing Streets, so she devoted herself to research and finally worked out a spell that could change the taste of the potion.

It’s just that the effect of this spell is random every time. When the cherry blossoms are floating, it will naturally taste like cherry blossoms. When it’s snowing, it’s plain ice cream. The sudden fire in the pot just now represents——

"It's Brazilian barbecue." Claire said with a smile.

On the other hand, Pietro frowned, then closed his eyes, turned his heart, tilted his head, and poured the whole pot of Brazilian barbecue-flavored potion into his stomach.

After he poured the potion into himself, Claire raised his arm, looked at the dial on his wrist, and read the number along with the second hand. Pietro felt a lot better after discovering that the potion was indeed Brazilian barbecue flavor, and he took a long breath. breath, then stood upright, waiting for his hair to grow back.

The second hand was beating slowly, and the minute hand was moving in the direction of the second hand at a speed that could not be discerned by the naked eye. It moved two spaces with difficulty. Claire raised his eyes to see Pietro's head, which was still lush on one side and bald on the other.

She frowned slightly.

"Teacher..." Pietro said with some apprehension.

"Maybe the pan and liquefied petroleum gas have shortened the potion's effectiveness time." Claire said calmly, "Wait another 2 minutes."

However, after the tenth 2 minutes, Pietro is still a head in a mid-life crisis.

"Can't the potion restore..." Claire shook her head in disbelief, "No, it's impossible that my potion can't restore baldness!"

And Pietro had no intention of listening to her anymore, his face was ashen, and his blue eyes were like the surface of a lake without waves, gradually losing their luster.

"Wait! Before you got bald, what else happened besides apparition!" Claire knocked on the kitchen counter impatiently, muttering to herself, "We met Tianqi at the school gate, and he said she could give us strength , and then he stretched out his hand... Apocalypse!" Claire's eyes glowed, and she slapped the counter vigorously, "It's Apocalypse! Pietro! Your hair didn't fall out naturally! It was made by Apocalypse!"

Pietro reached out and touched the bare side of his head.

"It must be Apocalypse!" Claire said, "Apocalypse himself is bald! Maybe the Four Horsemen of Apocalypse behind him are all bald!"

Pietro: "..."

When Claire was excited about her discovery, she suddenly remembered Eric who flashed past behind the apocalypse on Halloween TV. The excited smile on her face gradually faded, and then she frowned slightly: "So... Eric... ..."

Also bald?

The author has something to say: Apocalypse: You have become stronger, but also bald.