Snape stared at the bottle of potion mixed with Murphy's saliva, and only just managed to stop himself from slamming the cauldron over the man's head.
Although potion-making often involved adding in disgusting ingredients—things like rat bile, caterpillar juice, beetles, hair, and the like—that was during the brewing process.
Once the potion was finished, those things had all become components of the medicine; their original forms were long gone. But Murphy spitting into a potion after it was done was clearly just meant to disgust people!
Snape trembled with rage. "Professor Pomona Sprout! What is this supposed to be?!"
Professor Pomona Sprout looked blankly at Murphy. "Professor Darkholme, just now you..."
Murphy said, "Professor, this potion of mine must have the maker's saliva added before it can form."
"Nonsense!" Snape was furious. "What potion works like that?!"
"Professor Darkholme, what is the name of this potion?"
Murphy said, "This potion is called: Thick Essence Spit. Its effect is to make the drinker's liver-fire rise, rendering them irritable and quick-tempered, with a flushed face, pounding heart, shortness of breath, and chest tightness. In severe cases, it can also cause the eyes to roll back, foaming at the mouth, and bodily stiffness..."
"Utter rubbish! Utter rubbish!" A flush appeared on Snape's pale face; he had clearly worked himself up.
"You see? Professor Snape only smelled it, and it already had such an effect." Murphy spread his hands.
Murphy was not deliberately trying to disgust anyone. The mouthful he had spat just now was actually Petrifying Lizard venom—secreted by himself. The pile of ingredients he had grabbed earlier were all a smokescreen. That one mouthful was the real essence, and he truly had no choice but to spit it in.
"One minute has already passed, Professor Snape. Are you going to drink it