Chapter 78 Something is wrong with the professor
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Nian Gao Pei Ma Tuan
Despite the help of Foley and Moriarty, the process of preparing the potion not only did not become easier, but became a bit hectic.
With the assistance of the system skill bar, Glenn requires almost no reaction time and no unnecessary movements.
Although the level of the other two is not bad, after all, it is not as good as the sixth grade level, and their operation is a bit rusty.
Whether it is selecting ingredients or preparing semi-finished products, there is a lot of difference in heat. Even if it is just a preliminary step, it is far from keeping up with Glenn's needs.
Professor Snape's face became increasingly livid, and his eyebrows almost knitted together.
One plus two is less than one, which is a result he did not expect.
But he didn't stop the three people from continuing to prepare. He just crossed his arms and stared at them, occasionally giving a cold reminder.
Glenn waved his wand and carefully used the hovering spell to send a frost-covered fire-ash snake egg to the top of the crucible, controlling the magic power to sink it into the potion bit by bit.
He didn't dare to take it directly with his hands.
This thing is too dangerous. If the temperature on your hands melts the frozen layer on the surface of the eggshell, it might cause a huge fire.
This small Slytherin headmaster's office may not be enough to burn with this fire.
With a "hoo" sound, the fire-ash snake egg was completely out of the frozen state, and a burst of bright flame instantly burst out of the crucible.
Glenn subconsciously took a few steps back, and then realized that this was a normal situation.
The crucible boiled violently for a while, the flames gradually extinguished, and the medicinal effects of the fire-ash snake eggs gradually merged into the potion.
The originally dark purple liquid turned reddish brown.
Professor Snape watched him complete this step safely and smoothly, nodded slightly, and the expression on his face softened a bit.
Foley looked at his skillful operation, and then looked down at the uneven thickness of moonstone powder in his mortar with a somewhat complicated look.
Glenn was too busy to pay attention to the child's inner drama.
He took the rose petals that Moriarti spent a long time cutting and poured them into the crucible.
As the medicine is stirred, it slowly changes, showing a bright red color.
"It seems a little worse..."
He looked down at the Half-Blood Prince's notebook again and shook his head slightly.
"Intensify the flames."
said the prince himself succinctly.
Glen increased the firepower as instructed, and the pink potion gradually began to boil. The color turned from red to light, turning into a lovely bubbly pink.
"That's almost it." He brushed away the slightly messy woolen curls that blocked his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief.
Sure enough, the system's skill bar still has some limitations, and it cannot be adjusted at any time according to the situation like a professor.
The cooperation between the three finally showed some signs of success, and the next process went much more smoothly.
Glenn waved his wand one last time, then closed the lid and waited for the effects of the medicine to blend.
Seeing that they made no mistakes, Professor Snape's face looked much better than before, but he still said something coldly.
"Now do you know how bad your level is?" He glanced at the three of them with sharp eyes, "This is just ordinary content for sixth grade, far from the level of NEWTs."
"Got it!" Glenn winked at the two of them and bowed his head obediently.
[Core character, Severus Snape, friendliness +5, exchange currency +500. 】
[Transparent character, Windsor Moriarty, friendliness +5, exchange currency +5. 】
[Transparent character, Fierra Foley, friendliness +1, exchange currency +1. 】
Moriarty and Foley were stunned for a moment before reacting and imitating his example in accepting criticism.
When the time was almost up, Glenn reached out and opened the lid of the pot. Steam swirled up and the potion in the crucible shone with a faint silvery luster.
The mixed fragrance once again filled the small office.
Glenn looked back and found that His Highness the Prince's eyes were flashing and he was slightly lost in thought.
"Did you think of the love of your life..."
Glenn looked at him with complicated eyes, deeply impressed by the professor's consistent long-term affection.
The momentary encounter was a lifelong concern for him.
Who can not envy such unwavering love?
Professor Snape quickly changed back to his poker face that had remained unchanged for thousands of years, but it could be seen that his eyes were a little more distracted.
"It's okay." He said in a deep voice, "That's it for today. You can go back."
Glenn did not clear the table as usual, but honestly greeted the two of them to leave, leaving the professor some alone time.
The professor looked at him slightly surprised and gently closed the wooden door of his office.
The three of them walked a short distance side by side, and Moriarty and Foley turned around and walked into another fork in the road.
From the passage leading to the Slytherin common room, a girl's curious voice could be faintly heard.
"Hey, Fierra! Do you feel that there is something wrong with Professor Snape today?"
...
As the Easter holiday approaches, little wizards feel that time is passing by faster and faster.
The weather is slowly getting warmer, and many people are starting to become anxious.
Especially the seventh grade students who are about to graduate and the freshmen who have not yet experienced the finals.
More and more young wizards stayed in the common room to discuss homework at night, and the time to go back to the dormitory became later and later.
This caused great inconvenience to Glenn.
It's not because I'm worried about the upcoming exams. With the system at my side, it's easy to take the first grade casually.
The main problem was that there was less time to spend searching for Ravenclaw's personal library.
He had to wait until midnight, when everyone had left the lounge, before he could continue his search for the mystery without any scruples.
The only good news is that Mr. Eddie, a business genius, fulfilled his mission during this period and brought back two complete sets of chocolate frog drawings for him.
And according to him, two more sets can be made up before the end of the semester.
Glenn paid generously, and while gaining a lot of favorability, he pocketed two sets of pictures.
One set was used to unlock master-level Legilimency, and the other set was used to unlock one-fifth of Wind Step.
On the last day before the holiday, Glenn once again waited until the last person left the lounge before continuing to look for clues in the library.
In the past six months, he has searched almost every corner, but he has not found any clues.
"Isn't the clue in the lounge..."
He sat in an armchair with his back to the fire, with a direct view of the statue, and murmured to himself as he pondered.
The flickering firelight in the fireplace overlapped with the moonlight coming in from the window, reflecting on Rowena Ravenclaw's face.
As the fire light danced, Ge Lun felt as if the statue was blinking at him in a daze.
With the assistance of the system skill bar, Glenn requires almost no reaction time and no unnecessary movements.
Although the level of the other two is not bad, after all, it is not as good as the sixth grade level, and their operation is a bit rusty.
Whether it is selecting ingredients or preparing semi-finished products, there is a lot of difference in heat. Even if it is just a preliminary step, it is far from keeping up with Glenn's needs.
Professor Snape's face became increasingly livid, and his eyebrows almost knitted together.
One plus two is less than one, which is a result he did not expect.
But he didn't stop the three people from continuing to prepare. He just crossed his arms and stared at them, occasionally giving a cold reminder.
Glenn waved his wand and carefully used the hovering spell to send a frost-covered fire-ash snake egg to the top of the crucible, controlling the magic power to sink it into the potion bit by bit.
He didn't dare to take it directly with his hands.
This thing is too dangerous. If the temperature on your hands melts the frozen layer on the surface of the eggshell, it might cause a huge fire.
This small Slytherin headmaster's office may not be enough to burn with this fire.
With a "hoo" sound, the fire-ash snake egg was completely out of the frozen state, and a burst of bright flame instantly burst out of the crucible.
Glenn subconsciously took a few steps back, and then realized that this was a normal situation.
The crucible boiled violently for a while, the flames gradually extinguished, and the medicinal effects of the fire-ash snake eggs gradually merged into the potion.
The originally dark purple liquid turned reddish brown.
Professor Snape watched him complete this step safely and smoothly, nodded slightly, and the expression on his face softened a bit.
Foley looked at his skillful operation, and then looked down at the uneven thickness of moonstone powder in his mortar with a somewhat complicated look.
Glenn was too busy to pay attention to the child's inner drama.
He took the rose petals that Moriarti spent a long time cutting and poured them into the crucible.
As the medicine is stirred, it slowly changes, showing a bright red color.
"It seems a little worse..."
He looked down at the Half-Blood Prince's notebook again and shook his head slightly.
"Intensify the flames."
said the prince himself succinctly.
Glen increased the firepower as instructed, and the pink potion gradually began to boil. The color turned from red to light, turning into a lovely bubbly pink.
"That's almost it." He brushed away the slightly messy woolen curls that blocked his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief.
Sure enough, the system's skill bar still has some limitations, and it cannot be adjusted at any time according to the situation like a professor.
The cooperation between the three finally showed some signs of success, and the next process went much more smoothly.
Glenn waved his wand one last time, then closed the lid and waited for the effects of the medicine to blend.
Seeing that they made no mistakes, Professor Snape's face looked much better than before, but he still said something coldly.
"Now do you know how bad your level is?" He glanced at the three of them with sharp eyes, "This is just ordinary content for sixth grade, far from the level of NEWTs."
"Got it!" Glenn winked at the two of them and bowed his head obediently.
[Core character, Severus Snape, friendliness +5, exchange currency +500. 】
[Transparent character, Windsor Moriarty, friendliness +5, exchange currency +5. 】
[Transparent character, Fierra Foley, friendliness +1, exchange currency +1. 】
Moriarty and Foley were stunned for a moment before reacting and imitating his example in accepting criticism.
When the time was almost up, Glenn reached out and opened the lid of the pot. Steam swirled up and the potion in the crucible shone with a faint silvery luster.
The mixed fragrance once again filled the small office.
Glenn looked back and found that His Highness the Prince's eyes were flashing and he was slightly lost in thought.
"Did you think of the love of your life..."
Glenn looked at him with complicated eyes, deeply impressed by the professor's consistent long-term affection.
The momentary encounter was a lifelong concern for him.
Who can not envy such unwavering love?
Professor Snape quickly changed back to his poker face that had remained unchanged for thousands of years, but it could be seen that his eyes were a little more distracted.
"It's okay." He said in a deep voice, "That's it for today. You can go back."
Glenn did not clear the table as usual, but honestly greeted the two of them to leave, leaving the professor some alone time.
The professor looked at him slightly surprised and gently closed the wooden door of his office.
The three of them walked a short distance side by side, and Moriarty and Foley turned around and walked into another fork in the road.
From the passage leading to the Slytherin common room, a girl's curious voice could be faintly heard.
"Hey, Fierra! Do you feel that there is something wrong with Professor Snape today?"
...
As the Easter holiday approaches, little wizards feel that time is passing by faster and faster.
The weather is slowly getting warmer, and many people are starting to become anxious.
Especially the seventh grade students who are about to graduate and the freshmen who have not yet experienced the finals.
More and more young wizards stayed in the common room to discuss homework at night, and the time to go back to the dormitory became later and later.
This caused great inconvenience to Glenn.
It's not because I'm worried about the upcoming exams. With the system at my side, it's easy to take the first grade casually.
The main problem was that there was less time to spend searching for Ravenclaw's personal library.
He had to wait until midnight, when everyone had left the lounge, before he could continue his search for the mystery without any scruples.
The only good news is that Mr. Eddie, a business genius, fulfilled his mission during this period and brought back two complete sets of chocolate frog drawings for him.
And according to him, two more sets can be made up before the end of the semester.
Glenn paid generously, and while gaining a lot of favorability, he pocketed two sets of pictures.
One set was used to unlock master-level Legilimency, and the other set was used to unlock one-fifth of Wind Step.
On the last day before the holiday, Glenn once again waited until the last person left the lounge before continuing to look for clues in the library.
In the past six months, he has searched almost every corner, but he has not found any clues.
"Isn't the clue in the lounge..."
He sat in an armchair with his back to the fire, with a direct view of the statue, and murmured to himself as he pondered.
The flickering firelight in the fireplace overlapped with the moonlight coming in from the window, reflecting on Rowena Ravenclaw's face.
As the fire light danced, Ge Lun felt as if the statue was blinking at him in a daze.
