Chapter 3505 Blood Dance (Part 3)

There is no parents' meeting at Hogwarts, especially for Muggle parents, who simply cannot find a place that cannot be marked on the map.

"My father thought that our school was a military facility or something." Joey said to Elena while scraping the spleen of the newt into fine powder with sawdust. She looked very relaxed, as if she didn't know that she was about to go to the "nest" of the dark wizard.

Pomona sighed at her. She didn't want the twins to have any more accidents. Just as she was about to remind her, Snape came over to check their workbench.

"You should use silver sawdust." Snape said to Joey coldly, "What did you use? Did you steal it from the kitchen?"

"No, professor, because..."

"You should make your own tools." Snape interrupted Joey, "Where is your wand?"

Joey wanted to take the wand, but her hands were covered in blood.

"Pick it up." Snape said, "What are you hesitating about?"

I don't know if it was the pressure Snape put on Joey, or some other reason, Joey's hands were shaking, but he didn't touch the wand.

"Godfather!" Draco Malfoy's triumphant voice came from a corner of the potion classroom. "You see how I handle it, right?"

Snape immediately walked towards Malfoy and threw Joey aside. Elena immediately handed a handkerchief to Joey and asked her to wipe the blood off her hands.

"Don't be nervous." Pomona said to Joey, "Just think of it as extra pressure to deal with the competition."

Joey wiped the blood off her hands with a handkerchief with tears in her eyes, and then turned her silver knife into a particle board similar to the one used to grind cheese, but the holes on this board were of different sizes. Pomona felt that she would be scolded by Snape later.

After various means, Jig still agreed to pass on his unique skills to these students. As long as the materials were processed finely enough, the time for boiling could be saved without reducing the efficacy of the medicine. However, this also meant that the preparation work would take more time and energy. For example, the spleen of the salamander was previously chopped with a silver knife.

Draco shouldn't have been in the potion classroom, he wasn't old enough to go to school, but in addition to owning a "jet plane", he also had a father who was a school director, and there was a room in Malfoy Manor for him to practice potions.

There was a Swedish furniture company that produced a children's toy kitchen, everything was almost the same as a real kitchen, except that you couldn't light a fire.

Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy prepared real things for their son, even better than the laboratories of some poorly funded potion masters.

"Very good, it's a pity you're not old enough, otherwise you should represent the school in the competition." Snape praised, as if he was eager to give Malfoy two sips of aging potion.

The expression on his godson's face was exactly the same as Lucius Malfoy's, making people want to punch him.

Joey and Elena huddled together and whispered, then giggled.

Pomona decided to talk to them alone after the practice, there was something she just knew.

There were werewolves in Durmstrang, and it was said that there were quite a few, but they all carefully hid themselves to avoid becoming the target of their classmates practicing dark magic.

Ordinary people are terrified of werewolves, but they are not even qualified to eat at the table in front of dark wizards.

Although they have terrifying claws and teeth, they do not have skin that is immune to all kinds of magic like manticores and horned oxen.

At this time, she looked down at the fresh salamander spleen on the experimental table.

Unlike the Triwizard Tournament, which is only for European magic schools, the International Potion Competition is open to the world, and Ilvermorny School of Magic in North America also participated.

Pomona prepared horned ox powder for the contestants of Hogwarts. It is said that Ilvermorny School of Magic also brought artificial rem bull blood to the contestants.

Pomona still likes the previous way of competition, in a "potion garden", collecting materials in the garden according to the requirements of the competition, and then brewing them on the spot.

However, this form has been eliminated. Many potion materials need time to prepare, and the development direction of potions has changed from replica to innovation. The judges pay more attention to the new operation methods, formulas and effectiveness.

In other words, the judges wanted to see the contestants perform on the operation table, rather than watching them fight with magical creatures to get a handful of materials, and then work hard to make a pot of potion that can be prepared in class.

If it is a laughing potion, the smaller the side effects, the better; if it is a shrinking potion, the smaller the body size, the better.

At the same time, the judges also relaxed the requirements for some medicinal materials that were beyond the scope of the competition. The real Rem bull blood was in short supply, and the artificial one was also rare and expensive. Other magic schools also brought some of their own "specialties".

The whole game did not pay attention to the watchability, and few people paid attention to it. The reason why it was so valued was that this was the first international event that the UK participated in since the defeat of the mysterious man.

The British Quidditch national team has not participated in the World Cup for many years, and it did not even make it to the quarterfinals...

"Professor, do you still have shrinking figs?" asked a contestant.

"Yes!" Pomona said quickly, and found one in the materials he brought, and handed it over with a floating spell.

The shrunken figs were much larger than the sleepy beans, and could not be flattened with a small silver knife like the sleepy beans to squeeze out more juice.

Pomona looked at Snape at this time. He was no longer standing by Draco Malfoy's operating table, but inspecting the next laboratory table.

She really couldn't figure out how he convinced Jigg. Was Albus involved again?

"Oh, it stinks! I told you not to bring this into the classroom!"

One student said, holding his nose with his hands and hiding far away, a puff of yellow smoke lingering around him.

Normally, the students would have run away long ago, but Snape did not let anyone leave and continued to guard his cauldron and complete the remaining steps.

Pomona immediately ran out and stood at the door of the classroom shouting.

"Whatever you need, say it louder so I can hear it."

After a while, the stench floated to the door, and she quickly blew it away with a whirlwind.

Weasel's farts are really smelly. It can be expected that the potions classroom will smell like this in the next few days. The key is that the dungeon is not ventilated, so it will be a hell to have classes in such a place.

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Georgiana jumped into the lake. This time she said hello in advance, hoping that no one would jump into the water to disturb her.

This time she did not dive deep, but went upstream on the lake.

In addition to various villas by the lake, there is also a village built by the fishermen themselves. In addition to fishing, there are also accommodations and restaurants for tourists.

At this time, the morning fog has not dispersed, and the town and the mountains behind it are hazy. There are actually sea turtles here. They are surrounding the fishing boats, waiting for the fishermen to feed them.

Georgiana wanted to go to the town to buy some fresh fish, but she didn't think she was dressed appropriately for appearing on the other side. At this time, women will walk on the shore with parasols, and there are very few people running.

So she turned around and continued swimming, although she secretly expected to catch a stupid fish or two.