Dungeon is always filled with the "ping-pong" collision sound caused by the little wizard's stirring, and occasionally there is a cold sound. But more importantly, there is the rustling sound when materials are put into the crucible, and the gurgling and bubbling sound when the crucible boils.
Snape hid in the shadows, and long-term observation made him know that except for some specific aspects, the idiot's talent was no different from all the mediocre wizards he had seen.
In the crucible with wisps of white smoke floating in it, he was completely unable to distinguish the wonderful reaction between the materials, and he had no way of knowing the subtle rustling caused by the flame licking the crucible, let alone judging the key points in the cooking of Potions.
In this regard, the only thing he can do is to be rigorous.
Haha - if he hadn't been rigorous, he would have been lying on Hospital Wing's hospital bed by now.
[You cooked a pot of Draught of Living Death at the level of Apprentice, proficiency +1]
Without the reliance of ritual magic, Sean can only cook Draught of Living Death at the [Apprentice] level. This is a significant improvement in the past week or so.
You must know that it was difficult for him to succeed in the beginning.
[You cooked a pot of Draught of Living Death at the level of Apprentice, proficiency +1]
Another pot of Apprentice Draught of Living Death, Sean had to stop and rest for a while after cooking several pots.
Although there was only a little proficiency left before unlocking the entry-level Draught of Living Death, Sean was sure that his mental strength was not enough to support it. He took out a bottle of Potions and drank it while Professor Snape stared thoughtfully.
A little heat flows through the body, and Sean's exhausted spirit is recovering.
He put Crystal Bottle away - well, it's apple flavor.
For three full months, with the help of his flight training and Professor Snape Potions, his magic power had returned to the level before the little wizard entered school!
Compared to when he would fall down from exhaustion when practicing Levitation Charm, now he can play Sile nce Spell many times without blinking and still not feel tired.
More importantly, Sean feels that he has reached the edge of a node.
Before this, his body could only produce a trace amount of magic power, which seemed to be far from reaching the normal level of a young wizard. But now if he crosses the threshold, not only his body will be restored, but also his normal magic power development level will be restored.
Just need...
A bottle of potion came from nowhere and fell into Sean's hand. He looked up and saw that Professor Snape's face was covered by Parchment.
So Sean lowered his head and looked at the potion. It was still the Crystal Bottle that was reflecting the light. The Potions contained inside seemed to be darker than before. There was only one word on it: drink.
Sean didn't hesitate. The potion, let's call it Mysterious Potion No. 2, was more than ten times better than the previous potion.
The flavor also changed to a strong... apple flavor.
Sean felt that his body was slightly hot. He seemed to have passed the point of being a normal little wizard. When he waved his wand and used Lumos, Professor Snape's roar could be heard outside Dungeon:
"Idiot! Take back your magic power!"
Sean silently withdrew the wand, and the corners of his mouth formed an imperceptible arc.
There is more than one piece of good news.
[You cooked a pot of Draught of Living Death at an entry level, proficiency +3]
The level of magic power will indeed significantly affect the performance of wizards in various branches of magic...
[A new Potions field Title has been unlocked, please check]
Sean looked down with expectation:
[Title: Potions Novice]
[Significantly increase the perception of Potions, greatly improve Potions Talent]
[Wizard Sean, Potions Talent: blue (Potions Novice Title has been blessed, the original talent is white). Note: Normal wizards are Green]
[Advanced: six Expert Potion Brewing, six Proficient Potion Brewing, you can unlock the Potions expert level Title]
Talent - improved!
Sean knows that those days of trying hard to find inspiration, those days of being too cautious to make any deviations, those days of distress and intensity of stirring are one step further away from him.
Now... he should be called half a Potions genius, right?
Snape's eyes have been falling on Sean. Of course he felt the magic power of the short-term improvement - that fool almost installed a hundred Magic Lantern on Dungeon, and some materials must be stored in the dark.
At the same time, some details swirled over and over in Snape's mind, and finally turned into a moment of confusion.
At the end of Dungeon November, the chill also penetrated deep into the stone wall, and the snow fell on the edge of the castle, making a slight and soothing rustling sound.
Sean skillfully lights the crucible, handles the materials, puts them in and stirs them, waiting for fusion.
He followed his unique intuition and constantly adjusted his skills when cooking Potions, while Quill was also recording it in a notebook beside him.
He now understands why Professor Snape is so anxious and angry...
Let him look back and see that his previous cooking was just a copycat and made mistakes from time to time.
[You cooked a pot of Draught of Living Death with a proficiency level, proficiency +10]
Maybe it was due to accumulated experience, or maybe it was good luck, Sean's face was filled with joy.
Even the recycling price of the veteran-level Draught of Living Death is an astonishing twenty Gold Galleons.
This also means that I am now capable of cooking Advanced Potions alone.
Compared with when it was difficult to cook Scurvy Paste when I first entered school, it is more than a hundred times stronger.
Dungeon is the most chilly time. Severus·Snape looked away and stood in front of the window, his eyes sinking into the frozen Black Lake.
Sean In the crucible in front of him, the last cluster of red flames submerged into the ashes, making a small, sighing sound.
Professor Snape didn't move. Just watching his breath condense into white mist in front of his eyes, and then dissipated in the Dungeon stagnant air.
It seems that you are waiting for something, or you have already forgotten to wait for yourself. In this corner where even ghosts can't avoid, there are only the remnants of memory and Potions, sealing certain wounds that will never heal in the sub-zero weather.
He thought it was just his low talent, but his Potions Talent was gradually showing. In a daze, he only thought of one possibility:
Suffering gave him a barren body, destroyed his talents, and froze the magic power on his passing line...
Compared with Sean's slight excitement, Professor Snape's face was expressionless. He rarely asked in a calm tone:
"Why... not resentful?"
The snow of Hogwarts is falling silently to Black Lake, to Forbidden Forest, to a long winter in which no letters are sent.
So the snow became thicker and thicker. The flame in the crucible rose and occasionally made a slight sound. This winter, heavy snow seems to have fallen on the rusty trachea and lung lobes of Snape and Scabbers.
His voice was like a train being stopped, and the name in his throat was stuck in the long winter.