Chapter 153: Striving for Perfection and Accepting Imperfection

After Professor Snape's "kind and cordial" opening remarks, the Potions exam officially began.

The content of the exam was not very complicated. It just required all first-year students to brew a potion of forgetfulness.

The process of mixing this potion is not dangerous at all, but the steps are rather complicated and a large number of raw materials are used.

Such a "simple and clear" exam question is indeed in line with Professor Snape's character.

Since it was an individual exam, some of the young wizards were busy dealing with various potion raw materials.

Some chose to light a fire to heat the crucible. For a while, the whole playground was extremely noisy, and from time to time there were a few of Professor Snape's signature taunts.

"Mr. Weasley, you are not suitable to be a wizard. You are more suitable to go to the Muggle world and be a chef or steel worker."

"You burned the pure copper crucible to the point where it was almost melting. This really opened my eyes."

"And Mr. Malfoy, if you look at Potter again, you won't have to take the exam. Get out of here right now."

Of course, no matter how powerful a venomous snake is, it is impossible to spray venom at everyone.

Like Harry, when Professor Snape walked up to her.

Harry was scratching his head because he couldn't quite remember the proportions and order in which the potions were put in.

Professor Snape simply swept those things away without leaving any trace, waiting for the raw materials of the potion to fall to the ground.

He criticized deliberately in a hypocritical manner.

"Mr. Potter, you are still so clumsy and make such a low-level mistake."

"But since this is your first time, I'll give you one more chance. If you drop anything on the floor again, you'll have to leave the classroom."

After he finished speaking, he turned and left, but what he left for Harry was a set of potion raw materials on the table, which were neatly arranged in order and even the weight was close to perfect.

Carl, who was standing behind, watched with his eyelids twitching. How shameless of you, Severus Snape, to cheat like that.

Is there any law or fairness?

Just when Carl was madly complaining about Professor Snape in his heart, Professor Snape appeared behind Carl like a ghost.

He stared at the crucible in front of the other party and mocked in a cold tone.

"It seems that even our all-powerful Mr. Hohenzollern has his weaknesses. This potion of yours doesn't look like a magic potion."

"It's more like stewing pig's trotters for your roommate. After all, you are so sloppy in your daily life."

“It’s really hard to appreciate this kind of sophisticated artistry.”

Carl was startled by Professor Snape's sudden voice. He turned his head with some resentment and said unhappily.

"Who are you to comment on my life like that? You don't live with me, so how can you possibly know what I'm like on a daily basis?"

"I didn't know it originally, but since Headmaster Dumbledore left, I have taken over Professor McGonagall's monitoring of the school network."

"I happened to see some of the complaint text messages that Cedric sent to other students in your college using the 'Magic Spiritual Communication'."

"He said that you don't pay attention to personal hygiene, like to leave your personal clothes in a mess, never clean your desk, and don't take the initiative to clean the dormitory."

"besides......"

Professor Snape, with a calm expression, enumerated all of Carl's bad deeds in life.

Karl was so scared that he quickly stopped the other party and spoke in a low voice.

"Okay, it's rude to continue."

At the same time, he also felt infinite regret in his heart that he had invented the magic pattern engraving technology for the Hearthstone cards based on the mobile phones of the Muggle world.

He invented the first portable mobile phone in the entire magical world, named "Magic Link", which does not need to be charged.

As long as you use magic, you can achieve simple functions such as making calls and sending text messages. The price is very expensive, one unit costs 1999 gold galleons.

But even so, it still caused quite a stir in the wizarding world, and many people rushed to buy it, and Hogwarts students were no exception.

Some young wizards from Muggle-born families, or those wealthy people from Slytherin House.

Basically everyone has one, but it's like a game designer in the previous life, who repeatedly tried to teach players how to play games.

But in the end he was slapped in the face by the players. As the designer of the mobile terminal, Carl was unable to control these energetic little wizards.

This phone can be used to perform various operations, the most typical of which is between lovers, staying up late to send text messages and talk on the phone.

This made Professor McGonagall very dissatisfied, so at the other party's strong request.

Carl set up a device similar to a networking terminal at Hogwarts.

It can monitor all the "Magic Spiritual" information exchanges inside Hogwarts, of course only after 9:00 pm.

Professors are very respectful of your privacy on weekdays.

As the richest man, Carl of course has his own "Magic Spirit", and he also prepared one for Cedric.

However, one day after handing it over to the other party, Carl already felt regretful.

Because this guy would almost always send boring text messages, like reminding him to drink milk on time, or waking him up with a phone call when he was sleeping in during the holidays.

Of course, the most common content is still various complaints, such as asking me to put away my clothes and not throw my clothes on his bed.

Also, there are routine inquiries almost every day.

"When will you make me another cake?"

Carl felt a huge headache when he thought of this, and at the same time he felt a little angry. You are so good, Cedric.

You actually dared to secretly text other people to complain about me while I was sleeping. Just wait and see how I will teach you a lesson when I get back, you hypocrite.

But no matter how angry he was, things had to be done. Carl threw the cut potion ingredients into the boiling crucible in order.

At the same time, he secretly set up a voice-blocking spell around himself and Professor Snape.

Then he asked with an unchanged expression while stirring the potion in the pot with a stirring stick.

"What about Voldemort? We have worked so hard to build a stage, we don't want our smart second male lead to make any mistakes."

"Don't worry about that. I have been giving him that potion according to your prescription, mixing it with the potion that controls the body's corruption."

"As long as he drinks the potion for the last time tonight, I promise you that on that day, Voldemort will listen to you more than your dog."

"But I want to remind you that although his current strength is not even a quarter of his peak period."

"But some of the dark magic he possesses is beyond my comprehension. It would be risky for you to do this."

Professor Snape replied calmly.

Carl didn't care about the other party's reminder. He shrugged and said.

“A great actor is one who can make the most perfect and accurate judgments about all unexpected situations on stage.”

"On the contrary, Professor, are you so sure that your potion dosage can be accurate to that extent?"

"Hmph!" Professor Snape snorted disdainfully and waved his hand to break the voice-blocking spell set up by Carl.

He turned and strode away, but after he left, there was a set of processed potion raw materials in front of Carl, exactly the same as Harry's.

There is also a message written by magic.

“In my life, I have always pursued perfection.”

Carl looked at the sentence and did not touch the raw materials of the potion left by the other party. He just used magic power to write a sentence under the other party's message.

"That's very unfortunate. I've spent my life trying to accept imperfection."