Study Days at Hogwarts

  Chapter 189 Tasteful potion class

  On the ceiling of the auditorium, there were large dark clouds surging, and the sky was drizzling. At the long Gryffindor table below, Albert, Fred, George, and Lee Jordan were whispering together, and the latest issue of "Unbelievable" magazine was placed in front of them.

  Professor Smith's Boggart research was published in this issue of "Unbelievable", and Albert also mixed up a position at the end of the article.

  However, that's about it.

  No one will pay special attention to this matter. It is like sand thrown into a lake, which cannot make any ripples at all.

   Although such a result is a bit unexpected, it is actually expected. There are only so many people in the magic world in the UK, so what else can we expect?

   "What's the significance of such a discovery?" George stared at the picture in "Unbelievable" magazine, and looked at Albert suspiciously, "Can you solve the unsolved mystery of the millennium?"

   "It should be... counted!"

  Albert didn't know what to say.

   "What are you talking about, the unsolved mystery of the millennium?" Shanna sat across from several people and asked casually.

   "This..." Fred handed the "Unbelievable" magazine to Shanna, who looked up at Albert after reading it, and looked at Albert in surprise.

   "Are you in a magazine again?"

   Albert's mouth twitched, and he changed the subject and asked, "Are there any classes in the afternoon?"

   "There are two Potions classes in the afternoon." Shanna asked puzzledly, "By the way, why are you not happy at all. If it were me, I would definitely find a way to collect books and magazines that mentioned me."

   "I don't have that habit." Albert said.

   "By the way, I asked the Hufflepuff students at noon, and they said that Potions will teach weed killer potions, and they also said that there will be unexpected surprises."

   "Herbicide? Unbelievable."

   "What's wrong?" Several people looked at Albert in confusion, not understanding why he was so surprised.

   "The smell of the herbicide is disgusting." Albert frowned and said, "Can you imagine what it would be like to configure the smelly herbicide in the basement classroom?"

   "Should... no?" Everyone started to make up their minds after hearing the words.

   "It's probably quite bad." Albert felt that this was probably Snape's bad taste, and it was impossible for him not to know about the smell of herbicides.

  George and the others began to discuss whether they could escape the catastrophe by asking for leave, while Shanna flipped through "Magic Potions and Potions" and began to preview the textbook.

   "You're not worried at all." Fred admired Shanna's calmness.

   "What's the use of worrying?" Shanna turned her head and asked.

  The three were speechless.

  Yeah, since you can't hide, what's the use of worrying?

   Chatted with Albert for a few words, and after marking a few key points, Shanna suddenly said, "Can you lend me the paper?"

   "That's not a problem." Albert took out the parchment from his schoolbag and handed it to Shanna, who began to concentrate on reading, still comparing his own, looking for shortcomings.

  Ever since he discovered that completing homework carefully can greatly increase experience, Albert's attitude towards homework is not as casual as before.

  At least, for the sake of skill experience, he will complete the homework carefully, so as to speed up the upgrading of skills.

   "What homework?" Fred asked over his shoulder.

   "Thesis report on the slime of the Flobberian caterpillar," Albert said.

   "Merlin's beard! I actually forgot about it." Fred froze for a moment, then stood up in horror. It was not difficult for him to imagine that he could not submit a qualified thesis and was imprisoned by Snape.

  George winked at Fred and said calmly, "I'm done."

   "When did you finish?" Fred's eyes widened.

   "Last night, I asked you to work with me overnight." George reminded, "At that time, you said that you still have time at noon tomorrow."

"Come and make a copy now!" Albert asked Shanna to give Fred his paper, and asked him to copy points from his own paper, and then make a copy from Shanna's paper. Patchwork papers are ready in no time.

  Fred picked up the quill and began to bury his head in the parchment.

  Before Potions class, Angelina brought bad news.

   "There is Quidditch training in the evening?" George repeated, "But isn't today the Hufflepuff training time?"

  The teams from the four Hogwarts colleges will take over the Quidditch pitches in batches, and Gryffindor's training time has always been Wednesday and Saturday.

   "Charlie said that the Hufflepuff team had something to do temporarily, so he switched places with us." Angelina looked at Fred and asked suspiciously, "What is he doing?"

   “Do your homework.”

   "Is it in time?" Angelina couldn't help shaking her head, "I remember I'm going to have Potions class later."

   "It must be too late!" Lee Jordan gloated.

   "Shut up, I'm sure I'll be in time." Fred complained dissatisfiedly while copying homework, "Can you please be quiet, I can't concentrate."

"However, Quidditch training is really hard. You have to go out to practice in this bad weather." Shanna looked up at the dark clouds and rain above her head, and looked sideways at Albert, and asked suddenly, " Is that why you don't want to join the Quidditch team?"

   Albert noticed that many pairs of eyes were staring at him, shrugged helplessly and said: "I'm very busy and don't have time to train."

   "It's really strange to say that from your mouth." Lee Jordan couldn't help complaining.

"I read books, do homework, practice magic, join clubs, write letters to others, and occasionally go to other professors' offices to drink tea and chat." Albert raised his palm and counted down each item. "If you want to participate in Quidditch training again, even if you split me into two, it won't be enough. Besides, human energy is limited after all."

   "No matter how you look at it, you live more comfortably than us." Shanna looked at Albert suspiciously, "I have never seen you have a busy time."

   "I'm busy every day."

   This sentence was ignored by everyone.

   "By the way, did you succeed in the glow spell you practiced last time?" Shanna asked again.

   "Barely mastered." Albert thought about the spell he practiced a while ago. It was already at the first level, but it was only at the first level.

   "Okay!" Fred suddenly interrupted the conversation between the two, shaking the parchment in his hands excitedly.

   "Is it really possible to get away with this?" Shanna took the parchment and looked at it, obviously not believing that this method could fool Snape.

"Of course not, but Snape won't say anything. There are a lot of papers worse than Fred's." Albert took the parchment from Shanna, glanced at the papers on it, and Picked up the quill to help him modify a few places.

  …

  Before the class bell rang, several people hurried to Snape's basement classroom. It was colder than the castle above, and there was a vague chill in the air.

  Of course, that gloomy chill may also come from Snape's gaze on the podium, especially after he glanced at the homework that was collected, his gaze fell directly on Albert.

"Today, we are going to make a very common potion, herbicide." Snape looked back and introduced the herbicide to everyone, "This potion is used to kill or remove plants and is not for drinking. Of course, I also Never seen a fool drink herbicide. You'll soon find out why."

  At that moment, Albert felt a malicious smile on the corner of Snape's mouth.

"...Note: If you put the ingredients carelessly, it will be in the cooking process...so you need to pay attention to your steps, ingredients and cooking time..." Snape explained while writing on the blackboard with his wand Where you should pay attention, turn around and say to everyone, "You have an hour, let's start!"

The herbicide will not smell disgusting at the beginning, but if the ingredients are added into the crucible according to the strict order and quantity, during the cooking process, the crucible will start to overflow the smell, and many people stretch out their hands to cover their mouths nose.

  As Albert said, the herbicide that Snape asked them to prepare had no good intentions at all, and the potions classroom soon filled with a disgusting smell.

   "This is simply killing one thousand enemies and self-defeating eight hundred." Albert took out a handkerchief, wet it with water, covered his mouth and nose, and muttered softly.

   I really don't understand how Snape could stand the smell of herbicide.

  Hey, why didn't I learn the bubble head curse?

   "Ah! It's disgusting, I feel like vomiting." Fred retched toward his cauldron.

  Lee Jordan muttered: "I guess no one will want to use this thing."

   "Hasn't anyone tried to eliminate this smell?" George also covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief like Albert, while stirring the potion in the cauldron clockwise with a spoon.

   "Eliminate the taste?"

   Albert recalled what he gained after upgrading the potion boutique, and said, "Adding some ground daisy roots and nettles may be able to eliminate the smell."

   "Are you sure?" Fred didn't dare to change the formula at will, who knows what would happen if he did that.

   "Try it and you will know." Albert took out the medicinal materials from his medicine box and began to grind the two materials according to a certain ratio.

  Actually, Albert was not sure what would happen if he did this, but his intuition told him that this should work.

   As for the mixing ratio, you need to try it yourself.

  At this moment, the students in the Potions classroom were all suffocated and blushed. They wished they could rush out of the Potions classroom immediately and find a place to breathe fresh air, lest they suffocate to death here.

  Before they paid for the practice, they saw Snape waving his wand to sweep away the terrible smell in the classroom.

  Although the smell in the classroom is still very strong, at least it won't let them suffocate to death.

   Not long after, Snape quietly appeared beside Albert, staring at the potion in the cauldron, and asked aloud, "Anderson, tell me, what is in your cauldron?"

   "Herbicide, sir." Albert replied.

   "Then why is your herbicide smell so weak?" Snape had already noticed that Albert's herbicide smelled very weak, as if it had been diluted with water.

   "Well, I added some other things to the crucible before adding 2 drops of Flobber caterpillar slime." Albert explained, "...so that the smell of the herbicide won't be so bad."

   "You want to say that you have improved the herbicide?" Snape's tone was very soft, but enough for the students in the classroom to hear clearly.

   "I think so." Albert said.

  At this moment, everyone looked at Albert and began to whisper. Some people sneered, ready to watch Albert's joke.

   "Well, since Anderson thinks he has successfully improved the herbicide, then..." Snape waved his wand, and got a flowerpot from nowhere, and there were some weeds on the flowerpot.

  Snape scooped up a spoonful of herbicide, diluted it with water, and sprinkled the herbicide directly on the weeds.

   After a few seconds, the weeds on the flower pots turned yellow at a speed that was almost visible to the naked eye, as if they had been exposed to the hot sun for too long and would soon die.

   There is no doubt that Albert has successfully improved the herbicide.

  Originally, the Slytherin students who still wanted to see his jokes were full of disbelief, and some even pinched their friends fiercely, trying to make sure if they were dreaming.

   "Very good." Snape stared at Albert viciously.

   I don't know who took the lead in applauding, the Gryffindor students also started applauding, and the classroom was filled with applause.

   "Quiet." Snape snapped loudly.

   The applause gradually stopped.

   "Ten points from Gryffindor." Snape said coldly, "Mr. Anderson, you seem to have forgotten that I warned you last semester not to do your **** experiments in my Potions class."

   At this moment, the Gryffindor students' faces were full of astonishment, but then they were replaced by anger.

  If it were any other professor, it would not be too much to add 20 points, but it would be fine if Snape didn't add points, and even found an excuse to deduct 10 points from Gryffindor.

"I think that people don't like to use herbicides, mainly because of the smell of this medicine." Albert didn't care about his points being deducted, and continued, "Improved herbicides will definitely be widely welcomed by everyone. Perhaps, someone will be willing to pay for this formula."

   "No one will pay for your formula," Snape sneered, "Normally, no one would use herbicides at all."

   "Then why do we need to learn how to make this kind of potion?" Shanna raised her hand and asked.

"Be quiet." Snape was very annoyed at the girl's unauthorized question, but he still answered her question, "Sometimes, we use herbicides to deal with some dangerous plants, or open up an open space. No one would Spray it on the flower beds, and the flowers in the flower beds will be killed by the herbicide."

  After Snape announced the end of get out of class, everyone packed up their things as quickly as possible, and quickly left the Potions classroom. No one wanted to linger in a classroom full of smells.

   "Are you really planning to sell the formula of the herbicide?" Fred felt like he was dreaming now.

   "Sell, why not sell?"

   "You haven't seen the expression of the old bat just now." George winked at Albert and said excitedly, "He was stunned."

  (end of this chapter)