You're Here to Stock Up on Medals, Aren't You?! (Continued)

The Bowtruckles processed Potion ingredients at an astonishing speed.

Before long, a huge pile of ingredients had accumulated in front of Dabao...

"Dabao, chop faster! Look at Gidley!"

"Chitter chitter chitter!"

Everyone present was dumbfounded.

They had seen Potions Masters use Fantastic Beasts to test their Potions.

But they had never seen anyone make Fantastic Beasts serve as assistants...

This... he had made Fantastic Beasts completely obey his commands.

How exactly had he done it?

Black glanced at Shafik, who was about to object again, and smiled. "Mr. Shafik, please don't object just yet."

"I did say I'd handle this alone."

"Because... my assistants aren't human..."

Shafik's pale old face immediately flushed red with rage...

But... there was absolutely nothing wrong with what Black had said...

Even if that Niffler were impressive enough to write out Black's Potion formula for him, there was nothing Shafik could do about it...

After all, Black really was "alone."

While everyone marveled at Black's ability to command Fantastic Beasts.

Black had already begun proceeding through his steps in an orderly fashion.

And with the help of the two Fantastic Beasts.

He did not need to waste extra time processing Potion ingredients.

He brewed the Potion very quickly.

Before long, everyone caught a refreshing, invigorating fragrance.

The Potion Black brewed had a completely different style from Snape's.

Snape cared only about efficacy, whereas Black took the Potion's taste into account while ensuring its effects...

Of course, Snape's approach was actually the normal one.

Only Black possessed such technical skill...

Dabao huffed and puffed as he dragged over a bundle of finely shredded Aconite and tossed it beside Black.

Black casually threw the Aconite shreds into the cauldron.

The next second, bubbles suddenly surged through the reddish-brown Potion.

"Glug glug."

After a burst of boiling sounds.