Chapter 148

"Professor Snape! Grind the snake's teeth into pieces."

"Grind it as finely as possible. Can't you see a single word on the blackboard? Two points from Hufflepuff!"

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After a round of questions, Snape felt more comfortable and turned his attention to Luna again.

As soon as he opened his mouth, he paused for a moment before continuing, "Miss Lovegood, what does the boil cure potion do?"

Luna stood up and said in an ethereal clear voice, "Professor Snape, it can be used to treat various skin diseases."

"Such as pustules, measles, boils... By the way! You can also treat plant diseases, and this potion is also very effective!"

"Cure plants?" Snape frowned slightly and asked one more question.

"Yes!" Luna shared with interest, "It can be used on powdery mildew and black spot, and the effect is good."

Snape narrowed his eyes, "Have you tried?"

"I've tried it!" Luna nodded repeatedly, "Weizet sent me a bottle last year, and it worked just as well as the carbendazim I used before."

Upon hearing Wizette's name, Snape's cheeks puffed up and his voice became much deeper.

"That's because you didn't consider the cost. For the price of one bottle of boil healing potion, you can buy three bottles of carbendazim. Sit down!"

"Thank you, Professor Snape!"

Luna sat back down, and the students around her cast curious glances at her.

So far, she is the only one who has not been deducted points after answering the questions.

"Since this matter is not mentioned in the textbook, why don't you write it down?" Snape lightly knocked on the podium, "Do you still need me to write it down for you?"

The rustling sound of writing gradually disappeared, and he knocked on the podium again, "Now... two people work together to prepare materials. I want you to hand in a finished potion before get out of class ends!"

Before he finished speaking, the students had already started to take action, and many of them were a little panicked.

The coldness in the classroom still persists. Even if the students light a fire and set up a cauldron, they cannot dispel this deep-seated coldness.

Perhaps Luna was the only one who was not affected. She hummed softly and took her time to process the material.

Such an optimistic attitude influenced her deskmate, Emika Miller, who took out a stone mortar to grind snake teeth, her expression becoming more and more focused.

Emika Miller is also Luna's roommate. Her skin is not as fair as Luna's, and she wears a black headband on her short brown shoulder-length hair.

Snape came out at the right time. He crossed his arms and walked very fast, his flowing black robes fluttering behind him, and he patrolled back and forth in the classroom.

His steps seemed to coincide with the heartbeats of the students. Once he stopped, some students felt that their heartbeats had missed a few beats.

"Stir the crucible! Don't you know the potion is going to burn?"

"Grind snake teeth! These snake teeth are still in pieces. Do you plan to use them to prepare for the final exam at the end of the school year? I can give you a 'T' right now!"

"This tastes like a troll! Do you understand what steaming means? Why don't you add water? Do you want to taste the taste of dried slugs?"

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Snape's voice was short and cold, and every time he spoke it was always accompanied by various surprises.

He wandered around the classroom until he finally came to Luna and Emika's wooden desk.

The two of them completed the preparations, all kinds of materials had been added, and the crucible was stirring clockwise.

The color of the potion in the crucible was normal. Snape moved his eyes away and fell on the table recording the time.

Compared to the normal potions, the contents of the table seemed a lot weirder. Compared with the correct steps on the blackboard, they seemed messy and random, with a sense of randomness.

In addition, the containers holding materials also surround the crucible.

If these containers are connected, they can form a constellation-like pattern.

The brewing potion for treating boils continued. The potion turned from turbid to clear, and a small puff of pink smoke spewed out of the crucible.

Emika lifted the cauldron away from the flames.

Luna picked up a portion of porcupine quills and poured it into the cauldron. The porcupine quills quickly melted into dots and dotted the potion.

She did not stop, holding the wand and drawing a line above the crucible. She picked up some snake tooth powder with her slender fingers and sprinkled it evenly on the surface of the potion.

Another small puff of pink smoke spurted out, and the potion became a little clearer.

Although he couldn't reach the potion of Weizet's original potion, he had already surpassed other students in the classroom.

Luna stirred the crucible, and then said to Emika: "It seems...that's all we can do."

Emika glanced at Snape quietly and asked cautiously: "Professor Snape...is this okay?"

Snape said very briefly: "Put it in a potion bottle, write the name on it, and send it to the front."

Emika went to deliver the potion, and Snape looked at Luna, "Why don't you follow the steps on the blackboard?"

"Because I didn't handle the materials well." Luna's eyes were a little blurry, as if she had just left her own little world, "Vizet handled it much better than me."

"So you added ritual magic?" Snape frowned slightly, "Is this the remedy that Vizette told you?"

Chapter 78 The robe is pure black and can hide the blood

Luna tilted her head and carefully recalled her past experience.

"I think this is similar to potions, both are like painting... Maybe I'm not good at painting now, but I can make the colors more lively."

"So I tried to remedy it... Weizet taught me the ritual magic of creating water spells. I felt that I could use it, so I integrated into it."

Snape raised his eyebrows, "Is this your personal idea?"

"Yes." Luna nodded, "I just follow my feeling...if I think the color is too light, I'll add some color to it to make it look better."

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When the bell rang, the students rushed out of the classroom as if running for their lives.

Luna slowly packed up her textbooks and desktop, and then strolled out of the classroom with Emika.

Snape watched their shadows lengthen and disappear, and the expression on his face became complicated.

This method of relying on feeling...

He had seen it before, back in his school days.

It was a girl with red hair and green eyes, as beautiful as a lily...

A girl who likes to act based on her own feelings, likes to study ancient magic, and doesn't like to follow the steps of brewing potions, but is praised by Slughorn...

Snape's face turned ferocious, his eyes filled with pain.

He suddenly clenched his fist and hit it firmly on his chest.

Again and again, a dull sound was made.

Fingernails cut open the skin, blood smeared across the palms and wet the clothes.

But the robe is pure black and can hide the blood, so it doesn't matter.

There were footsteps outside the classroom, the sounds of Slytherin students returning to the lounge.

Snape regained his firm and cold eyes, looked at the darkened blood spots on his palm, picked up his wand and gently pressed it against the wound.

The emerald green light wraps around the palm and heals the wounds on the palm.

"The dirt is gone!"

He waved his wand gently and used his most commonly used cleaning magic to clean away the blood clots on his robes and palms.

He picked up a bottle of potion from the basket, with the names of Luna and Emika written on it, "These two brothers and sisters... tsk!"

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Since the last time he heard about the history of the Elder Wand, Wizette has become more interested in the history of magic course.

Regardless of whether you can use it or not, remembering a little more is never a bad thing.

Although the complete history of magic is retained in my mind, it is not a bad thing to listen to the professor reorganize it.

This morning was a good start. Not only did I learn a new magic theory from Sprout - the Rubik's Cube theory.

He even made an agreement with Professor McGonagall that he could officially start contacting Animagus on Saturday afternoon.

On the way to the auditorium, Weizet took some notes and recorded all the shortcomings of the descaling charm button.

The descaling charm button was used too few times, and it returned to its ladybug form after only a dozen or so people used it. This was an obvious shortcoming;

Finding ways to weaken the sound of chanting mantras is a point that can continue to be improved;

Making the descaling charm button more versatile is also a point that can continue to be improved;

The descaling spell itself is very versatile. The descaling spell fixed on the ladybug button by Vizette can only clean itself and cannot be cleaned as desired. It is really not flexible enough.

Just as Weizet was going down the stairs, Fred and George appeared on both sides of him. They looked at the contents of the notes and said in unison: "Ouch! Isn't this intended to be a magic prop?"

Fred put his hand on Weizet's shoulder, "How's it going? Dear Materials Consultant, if you have any questions, we can definitely help!"

"That's right!" George put his arm on Weizet's other shoulder, "Want to extend the duration of the descaling spell? We are familiar with this!"

Wizette's mind was moved and he couldn't wait to ask: "Oh? Is there any good way?"

George said with some dissatisfaction: "You are just out of touch! Do you still need to say 'please' to us? Peeves will only ask Filch to say 'please', and who among the three of us will follow the other!"