Always Stay Vigilant

According to Wizet's original understanding of Potions, as long as the materials are processed properly and the techniques are standardized enough, High-Quality Potion can be made.

For Snape, adding more or less ingredients to Potions would make Potions achieve the effect he wanted.

For ordinary wizards, brewing Potions is like putting together a jigsaw puzzle; they need to find the right place for all the pieces to restore the whole puzzle.

For Snape, Potion Ingredients were like building blocks; as long as he could ultimately achieve the desired shape, it didn't matter which type of "building block" he used.

These two things seem incomparable, yet there is such a huge gap between an ordinary Potions and Potions Master.

Snape's private lessons were delivered in the same way he instructed Wizet on how to handle materials: using concise and powerful language to convey all the key points.

The advantage of this is its simplicity, but the disadvantage is that it's too simple. Wizet has to make connections and take notes at the same time in order to keep up with Snape's pace.

In particular, the Soul Soothing Potion he was learning was a Advanced Potion, which required him to work very hard to record some of its contents.

The lecture didn't end until the sun had set.

Wizet rubbed her forehead and shook her head, feeling a bit dizzy. There was too much knowledge crammed into her head, and she needed to digest it properly before she could roughly understand its intricacies.

The reason he said "probably" is because he always insisted that theory and practice must be combined in order to truly make knowledge useful.

"Continue next week." Snape instinctively stood up, but immediately leaned forward, a faint smell of blood filling the air.

"Professor Snape, thank you for your guidance..."

Wizet, who had just gotten up, rushed over immediately.

He took Snape's arm and tentatively asked, "Professor Snape, I've actually been wanting to ask you this before..."

"He's injured." Snape frowned, a fine layer of sweat appearing on his forehead. "You can go back now!"

"Even Potions don't work?" Wizet was still somewhat immersed in the lesson she had just received. "After all, for wounds that Healing magic can't cure, Potions are the best option."

Snape pursed his lips; those were indeed the contents of the lesson he had just given.

"I was bitten by a dangerous Magical creature whose malevolence and venom made the wound difficult to heal. This Magical creature is rare, and there is no record of how to Malice Counter."

"Just like the principle of Counter-Curse, if there is no corresponding method to break a rare evil thought, you have to use Potions to 'break the curse' repeatedly."

He pulled open his robe, revealing his still bloodied calves. "I haven't found the antidote yet, it's that simple."

"Professor Snape, may I try?" Wizet gasped as she looked at the horrifying wound.

"During this time... I helped Hagrid, healing many gods and removing a lot of Dark Magic."

"Go ahead and try! You have three minutes!" Hearing this, Snape suddenly became a little irritated, remembering what had happened a few days ago.

At that time, he changed the antidote formula and went to Filch for help to change the medicine. He ran into Harry in the office but forgot to deduct points in front of him.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and he muttered in a low voice, "Gryffindor Minus Ten Points!"

"Huh?" Wizet was still a little confused, not understanding why Snape was suddenly deducting points, and why it was Gryffindor's points again...

Could it be because the wound is too painful?

Without further thought, he drew his wand and drew an "S" in the air, casting Purifying Cleansing Soul Washing Spell.

The cyclone immediately rose up and swept around Snape's calf.

The sweeping cyclone gradually turned black, carrying with it a large mass of deep, malevolent thoughts.

When the cyclone dissipated, those evil thoughts floated in the air, bobbing up and down like balloons.

Snape's brow relaxed considerably, and with a flick of his wand, various Potion Ingredients emerged from the cabinets around him.

He was like a seasoned symphony conductor, using only his wand to manipulate the Potion Ingredients, processing them in mid-air amidst countless flashes of magical light.

Wizet was overwhelmed by what he was seeing; every step was important, and he really didn't know where to start.

The aromas of various Potion Ingredients mingled together, and steam rose from the cauldron, which contained numerous fish-eye-shaped bubbles of the same size.

Snape waved his wand again, and the Potions rose into the air, gathered into a ball, and then quickly condensed into a fist-sized ointment.

He didn't move an inch throughout the entire process; all the steps of brewing the Potions were completed by magic driven by his wand.

His expression was relaxed and carefree, as simple and casual as turning the pages of a book.

The ointment slowly fell onto the wound, and amidst the rising green smoke, the originally bloody wound quickly healed.

Snape finally stood up to deal with the floating evil spirit.

He casually drew a circle, and a transparent glass dome appeared, enveloping the suspended evil thoughts within it.

After doing all this, he looked at Wizet and said coldly, "Try not to let your magic show any special effects. There will always be those with ulterior motives..."

"The magical world isn't as wonderful as you imagine! Especially outside, you need to stay vigilant and not easily trust anyone in order to survive!"

Wizet felt as if she had been punched in the chest, and instinctively replied, "I understand! Thank you very much, Professor Snape!"

After hearing Snape's words, he was immediately filled with fear.

Life at Hogwarts was wonderful, and it did make him a little complacent.

As Snape said, malice still exists in this world, and the Runespoor from before he entered school is the best example.

News from the Daily Prophet also reveals that outside of the Ivory Tower of Hogwarts, there exist all sorts of wizards.

Among them are not only Voldemort, who could return at any moment, but also a constant stream of Dark Wizard.

These Dark Wizard also commit crimes, and because of the existence of magic, the cost of their crimes is lower, while the harm they cause is greater.

If someone covets the Purifying Cleansing Soul Washing Spell, captures him for research, or threatens Luna and Xenophilius...

This must not happen!

Wizet made up her mind in secret.

He can study to his heart's content at school, but outside of school...

We need to stay vigilant and prepared at all times to protect ourselves and our families...

Snape said, "I just think you shouldn't die and return to Hogwarts as Ghost."

Wizet answered readily, "Yes, Professor Snape!"

"Also... there are some things we can do after Madam Pomfrey leaves," Snape added expressionlessly.

"Huh?" Wizet was a little taken aback.

"For example, judging the ingredients of Potions." Snape remained expressionless. "Although I don't know what you were thinking at the time, why you could resist the potion's effects, and why you still wrote down the recipe."

"Hey!" Wizet finally understood. The idea of "Bodhi Patriarch Taps Wukong's Head Three Times" might only be suitable for Sun Wukong, not for him.

However, he felt that continuing like this wasn't so bad...