Chapter 77 Favorite Taste
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Nian Gao Pei Ma Tuan
The medicine in the pot is still slightly boiling, with a few bubbles rising from time to time, shining with a silvery white luster like mother-of-pearl.
The faint silver steam is thick, showing a spiral shape, slowly evaporating.
The fragrant mixed aroma spread out, with a strong attraction, and Glenn couldn't help but sniff hard.
The taste gave him a strong sense of satisfaction.
This smell is too fragrant...
Moriarty and Foley on the side seemed to be attracted by the fragrance, and subconsciously leaned forward, showing expressions of enjoyment.
Glenn could tell what kind of potion it was at a glance.
He closed his eyes and tasted it carefully, trying to identify what was mixed in the taste.
This is...
A large bowl of oily and spicy crayfish, a steaming pot of lotus root and pork ribs soup...
Glenn, who had not eaten breakfast, unconsciously pursed his lips to prevent saliva from spilling, and there was a "gurgling" sound in his stomach.
In addition to the delicious food, he seemed to vaguely smell a fresh and moist smell.
It feels like you are boating on a clear lake.
My favorite food is at hand, and there is tranquility and softness around me.
"Tell me, what kind of potion do you think this is?" Professor Snape's voice suddenly sounded, interrupting the imagination of the three of them, "Moriarty, you tell me first."
Windsor Moriarty was stunned when she was called, and her mind was at a loss. She had not read the sixth grade textbook, and she had no idea what this alluringly fragrant potion was.
Looking at the professor's stern gaze, she naturally did not dare to directly admit that she did not know, so she could only guess blindly.
"This is a... psychedelic potion. Uh... it can make people smell some special smells," she said hesitantly.
His Highness the Half-blood Prince looked directly at her: "Then tell me, what do you smell?"
"I smell sponge cake, the scent of various potion ingredients... and..." She paused suddenly, glanced at the professor secretly, her face suddenly turned red, "and a little... hair oil. The taste..." (Note 1)
Glenn was startled and quietly raised his head. His eyes fell on the professor's hair. A group of crows flew by in his mind, with a strange expression on his face.
Professor Snape didn't notice his little move and snorted coldly.
"If it weren't for your wild guesses and your enthusiasm for talking nonsense, I should ask you to leave this office."
Moriarti pursed his lips and lowered his head in frustration.
"When you go back today, read your book honestly and stop making random guesses." The professor added, turning to look at the Slytherin boy, "It's your turn, Foley."
Foley looked confident and glanced at Glenn proudly.
"It's a love potion, professor." A confident smile appeared on his face. "It's a love potion that makes the drinker obsessed with another person. I smell it..."
Before he could finish, Professor Snape suddenly interrupted: "There is no need to describe the taste. What do you think, Ollivander?"
"I think Mr. Foley is right, Professor," Glenn replied. "This is indeed a love potion, but I think I should add a little more."
"Tell me."
Glenn nodded and continued: "As I said, this potion is just one of many love potions. To be precise, it should be called infatuation water (Note 2). It is the most powerful of all love potions. That’s why people smell what they like.”
Foley felt that he had been overshadowed again, and he felt a little annoyed, but he couldn't help but feel a little bit of admiration.
Professor Snape nodded slightly, a half-smile expression suddenly appeared on his face, and said: "In that case, please tell me what you smell."
"what?"
Glenn was stunned. When did the Half-Blood Prince become so naughty?
Spicy Crayfish and Lotus Root Pork Ribs Soup...
I told you, you don’t even know what it is!
"Maybe it's because I didn't have breakfast just now, so I smelled the smell of freshly fried bacon and baked beans with tomato sauce..." Glenn scratched his head, "There is also a fresh smell similar to that of the lakeside, which is a bit unpleasant. It’s so easy to describe.”
When he said this, he was suddenly stunned.
Part of the smell that Chixin Shui smells is related to the person he likes, just like what Moriarty said just now.
Obviously, this little girl who is ignorant of the world may have fallen in love with His Highness the Half-blood Prince.
But even he himself was a little unsure of who this lakeside smell represented.
It should...can't be Morgana, right?
On the surface, this is not impossible. After all, the island of Avalon she is related to is located in the middle of the lake and fog. This smell is logical.
But, does he really like Morgana?
If it weren't for her...
Lakeside...
Could it be...Swan Lake...Swan?
It can’t be Xia Yuhe by Daming Lake...
Even the TV series has been removed from the Internet!
While Glenn was thinking wildly, Professor Snape took out the Half-Blood Prince's notebook again.
"Copy into pairs!" X2
With two clicks of his wand, the diary was copied into three copies and flew to everyone's eyes.
"Fortunately, you are not too stupid to teach," the professor glanced at them coldly and said to Moriarty and Foley, "Let's read the notes first. You two will assist Ollivander later. Let’s prepare this potion together.”
The three of them nodded, sat down, and opened their notebooks.
Glenn turned to the page about the love potion, and felt that it seemed to be much more detailed than the other parts. It was also marked with different colors of ink, as if it was written down at different times.
Among the comments on the right side of the notebook, there are a few lines of text that are particularly conspicuous. Judging from the handwriting, they should be the last ones written among all the comments.
"Skilled apothecaries can induce intense feelings of admiration, but so far no one has been able to create that truly unbreakable, eternal, unconditional emotion that can be called 'love.'"
These lines seemed to have been written with a lot of effort, especially the word "love", the handwriting even trembled.
He quietly raised his head and glanced at the bleak professor, sighing silently in his heart.
Sure enough, the Half-Blood Prince is also a poor man with a story...
The three of them read the notes carefully. Professor Snape waved his magic wand, the infatuated water in the crucible disappeared, and the flame at the bottom of the pot was extinguished instantly.
The door of the storage cabinet beside the wall opened automatically, and more than a dozen raw materials were arranged neatly, and each one floated to the table.
Lightly scented rose petals and spikes, frozen fire-ash snake eggs, fine powder ground into moonstone and pearls...
It seems that it has been prepared for a long time.
The faint silver steam is thick, showing a spiral shape, slowly evaporating.
The fragrant mixed aroma spread out, with a strong attraction, and Glenn couldn't help but sniff hard.
The taste gave him a strong sense of satisfaction.
This smell is too fragrant...
Moriarty and Foley on the side seemed to be attracted by the fragrance, and subconsciously leaned forward, showing expressions of enjoyment.
Glenn could tell what kind of potion it was at a glance.
He closed his eyes and tasted it carefully, trying to identify what was mixed in the taste.
This is...
A large bowl of oily and spicy crayfish, a steaming pot of lotus root and pork ribs soup...
Glenn, who had not eaten breakfast, unconsciously pursed his lips to prevent saliva from spilling, and there was a "gurgling" sound in his stomach.
In addition to the delicious food, he seemed to vaguely smell a fresh and moist smell.
It feels like you are boating on a clear lake.
My favorite food is at hand, and there is tranquility and softness around me.
"Tell me, what kind of potion do you think this is?" Professor Snape's voice suddenly sounded, interrupting the imagination of the three of them, "Moriarty, you tell me first."
Windsor Moriarty was stunned when she was called, and her mind was at a loss. She had not read the sixth grade textbook, and she had no idea what this alluringly fragrant potion was.
Looking at the professor's stern gaze, she naturally did not dare to directly admit that she did not know, so she could only guess blindly.
"This is a... psychedelic potion. Uh... it can make people smell some special smells," she said hesitantly.
His Highness the Half-blood Prince looked directly at her: "Then tell me, what do you smell?"
"I smell sponge cake, the scent of various potion ingredients... and..." She paused suddenly, glanced at the professor secretly, her face suddenly turned red, "and a little... hair oil. The taste..." (Note 1)
Glenn was startled and quietly raised his head. His eyes fell on the professor's hair. A group of crows flew by in his mind, with a strange expression on his face.
Professor Snape didn't notice his little move and snorted coldly.
"If it weren't for your wild guesses and your enthusiasm for talking nonsense, I should ask you to leave this office."
Moriarti pursed his lips and lowered his head in frustration.
"When you go back today, read your book honestly and stop making random guesses." The professor added, turning to look at the Slytherin boy, "It's your turn, Foley."
Foley looked confident and glanced at Glenn proudly.
"It's a love potion, professor." A confident smile appeared on his face. "It's a love potion that makes the drinker obsessed with another person. I smell it..."
Before he could finish, Professor Snape suddenly interrupted: "There is no need to describe the taste. What do you think, Ollivander?"
"I think Mr. Foley is right, Professor," Glenn replied. "This is indeed a love potion, but I think I should add a little more."
"Tell me."
Glenn nodded and continued: "As I said, this potion is just one of many love potions. To be precise, it should be called infatuation water (Note 2). It is the most powerful of all love potions. That’s why people smell what they like.”
Foley felt that he had been overshadowed again, and he felt a little annoyed, but he couldn't help but feel a little bit of admiration.
Professor Snape nodded slightly, a half-smile expression suddenly appeared on his face, and said: "In that case, please tell me what you smell."
"what?"
Glenn was stunned. When did the Half-Blood Prince become so naughty?
Spicy Crayfish and Lotus Root Pork Ribs Soup...
I told you, you don’t even know what it is!
"Maybe it's because I didn't have breakfast just now, so I smelled the smell of freshly fried bacon and baked beans with tomato sauce..." Glenn scratched his head, "There is also a fresh smell similar to that of the lakeside, which is a bit unpleasant. It’s so easy to describe.”
When he said this, he was suddenly stunned.
Part of the smell that Chixin Shui smells is related to the person he likes, just like what Moriarty said just now.
Obviously, this little girl who is ignorant of the world may have fallen in love with His Highness the Half-blood Prince.
But even he himself was a little unsure of who this lakeside smell represented.
It should...can't be Morgana, right?
On the surface, this is not impossible. After all, the island of Avalon she is related to is located in the middle of the lake and fog. This smell is logical.
But, does he really like Morgana?
If it weren't for her...
Lakeside...
Could it be...Swan Lake...Swan?
It can’t be Xia Yuhe by Daming Lake...
Even the TV series has been removed from the Internet!
While Glenn was thinking wildly, Professor Snape took out the Half-Blood Prince's notebook again.
"Copy into pairs!" X2
With two clicks of his wand, the diary was copied into three copies and flew to everyone's eyes.
"Fortunately, you are not too stupid to teach," the professor glanced at them coldly and said to Moriarty and Foley, "Let's read the notes first. You two will assist Ollivander later. Let’s prepare this potion together.”
The three of them nodded, sat down, and opened their notebooks.
Glenn turned to the page about the love potion, and felt that it seemed to be much more detailed than the other parts. It was also marked with different colors of ink, as if it was written down at different times.
Among the comments on the right side of the notebook, there are a few lines of text that are particularly conspicuous. Judging from the handwriting, they should be the last ones written among all the comments.
"Skilled apothecaries can induce intense feelings of admiration, but so far no one has been able to create that truly unbreakable, eternal, unconditional emotion that can be called 'love.'"
These lines seemed to have been written with a lot of effort, especially the word "love", the handwriting even trembled.
He quietly raised his head and glanced at the bleak professor, sighing silently in his heart.
Sure enough, the Half-Blood Prince is also a poor man with a story...
The three of them read the notes carefully. Professor Snape waved his magic wand, the infatuated water in the crucible disappeared, and the flame at the bottom of the pot was extinguished instantly.
The door of the storage cabinet beside the wall opened automatically, and more than a dozen raw materials were arranged neatly, and each one floated to the table.
Lightly scented rose petals and spikes, frozen fire-ash snake eggs, fine powder ground into moonstone and pearls...
It seems that it has been prepared for a long time.
