Learning from Snape felt rather like experiencing an ancient apprenticeship.
When a master taught an apprentice, they never held back, using harsh methods to push the apprentice to grow.
After an entire afternoon, Vizet's technique had become much more practiced, and he had gained an immeasurable amount of knowledge about Potions.
Many of the techniques Snape mentioned were ones Vizet had never seen in books.
Through the Magic Eye, he could discover that even the techniques recorded in books were less efficient and accurate than those Snape taught him.
In the Magical World, Potions had always been a highly sought-after commodity.
And the profession of a potioneer was practically synonymous with never having to worry about food or drink.
Besides, Snape was not merely a potioneer. He was also the youngest Potions Master at present.
Simply helping process various materials in exchange for guidance from a Potions Master was worthwhile no matter how he looked at it.
The only thing giving him a headache was the blood that splattered out while he processed the Dragon's Innards. The blood had practically soaked through his robes.
Fire Dragons possessed a high resistance to magic, and their internal organs were the same. Even with the Scouring Charm and Scab Removal Charm, he still could not clean them properly.
"Can't you even deal with this little bit of filth?" Snape's brows drew together slightly. "Did Quirrell teach you nothing? Or is your head empty, and you failed to learn anything?"
"Compound Magic!" At the mention of Quirrell's name, a sharp glint flashed through Vizet's eyes.
"If I treat a Fire Dragon's resistance to magic as a Counter-Curse, then I need to use Compound Magic to deal with it!"
Compared to the evil spells and Poison Curses that made up the Affliction Curse, he was