Dungeon Wizards are always asked to tighten their robes more than other places.
Tira has shrunk into the quilt in Sean's pocket and never comes out again.
Bowtruckle would almost never leave with a wizard. The last time he did this was the old man Hufflepuff.
So until now, Sean doesn't know whether the living environment he provides can make Tira feel at ease.
He decided that when he went back, he had to make a small room for Tira, otherwise it would not be a reasonable thing to stay in a robe all the time.
Starting from the gradually darkening stairs, a cold wind poured in along the door of Sean.
There was no firelight in Dungeon, and the crucible that had been bubbling in the past was also cooling down, just like Severus·Snape standing by the wall, without a trace of sound.
"Professor Snape."
The arrival of Sean gave the place a bit of life, and he skillfully began to organize the materials.
Shrivelfig, Daisy Root, caterpillar, Wormwood, leech, Rat Spleen, poison hemlock essence...
After Sean organized the locker on the left, he collected all the materials for Shrinking Solution.
Shrinking Solution, it is a magic potion that can shrink creatures or return them to a young state. The normal state is a bright green acidic liquid.
It can be used to deal with large monsters that are resistant to spells, or to move livestock - shrinking an entire herd of pigs into a wizard's pocket.
This potion helps Sean perfect Bowtruckle's magic ritual. After all, it is always easier for a wizard who is more than ten centimeters tall to Transfiguration than a wizard who is more than one meter tall.
Later, Sean took some materials from Revival Potion. This potion can treat dead plants.
Its function is to help plants grow cells.
By borrowing these Potions cooking rituals, the intuitive Sean can understand some other necessary processes about the Bowtruckle Transfiguration rituals.
Potions and alchemy are connected by Primal Thread in this way.
The firelight of the crucible seemed to be the only light for Dungeon. Professor Snape did not light any candles, and there was only a faint moonlight from the windows.
He was already irritable, and he became even more irritated when he saw Sean hurriedly learning Shrinking Solution for the first time.
"Stupid!"
As the famous Magical World Potions Master, how could he be such a stupid wizard?
For a long time after the incident ended, he was unable to accept it.
Even though his talent is gradually revealed, it is still too slow, still too slow.
It was so slow that he feared that he would not be able to see that day.
"Put down your crucible...Sean·Green, you'd better take a good look at it!"
His large robes billowed rapidly, and he walked to the crucible next to him in just two seconds. His movements were concise and elegant for a long time, Sean's eyes were unblinking, and he did not dare to miss a thing.
"Hehe - you can use your pretty good method for the next pot."
Professor Snape watched Sean follow the example of a cat and a tiger, completing the production of Shrinking Solution step by step, and then nodded in a subtle way,
"If you have more than an almond-sized brain, you'd better perfect Improvement Ritual before you try it."
From boiling to calming down the crucible, Sean's cooking technique also reached Apprentice's practice standards.
Next, he should adapt to the differences of Potions and guide the spiritual power of the wizard to improve the quality of Potions.
This is exactly what he recently studied at Library.
So he succeeded quickly and raised his proficiency from Shrinking Solution to Apprentice level in one fell swoop.
After that, he took out his notebook and wrote the words "Shrinking Solution (not perfect)" after "Scurvy Paste", "Swelling Solution", "Deflating Draught", "Jubilee Potion", and "Common Antidote".
Since Master Borachi inherited this knowledge from the secret note, Sean has continued to supplement the above ritual content.
However, this is an extremely long process. Just the improvement of a ritual has countless variations. If you want to find the truly correct result, the most effective way is to have a keen talent.
Sean has felt that he has reached the upper limit of his current talent.
The creation is slightly crude, but the improvements are almost endless.
When Sean frowned, the notebook he left behind at Dungeon followed an arc into his hand.
"With your talent comparable to Troll..."
Professor Snape laughed coldly, and Dungeon could only hear the rustling of Sean flipping through his notes.
After a while, Sean only had one thought in his mind - how high is Potions Talent of Professor Snape?
But he soon put aside the useless questions and continued to study Revival Potion.
"Bai... stupid! Watch carefully!"
Dungeon sounded the roar of Professor Snape again.
The crucible boils and then subsides, this has always been what happens in Dungeon.
When Sean was ready to leave Dungeon with enough understanding, Snape's eyes became even colder:
"With your stupidity in the Potions realm, you'd better not reveal it to me--at any time!"
The cold wind went down his throat, and when he said these words, Dungeon seemed to get darker.
His expression was even more difficult to see clearly in the darkness.
"I understand, Professor."
Sean replied.
Professor Snape then snorted heavily:
Sean packed up the table and left Dungeon.
Before leaving, he suddenly stopped:
"Professor, to what extent is it not stupid?"
Snape was stunned for a moment, and the complicated expression disappeared in an instant, replaced by a kind of disguised disdain:
"When you can get Gobalot Potion Prize in addition to those pretty good studies in the field of will."
He stated an almost impossible standard.
Gobalot Potion Prize?
Sean saw this award in the biography of Master Borachi in the book History of Magic.
It is almost only issued to the best Potions Master in ten years.
With his current talent, he can't even reach the standard edge.
At the door of Dungeon, Sean nodded calmly.
"I understand, Professor."
Outside Dungeon.
Sir Cadogan was holding his pony, obviously drunk.
Violet was supporting Fat Lady. She was really drunk by the knight, but she herself was not much better.
At this moment, they are talking about some interesting things about Minerva·Professor McGonagall.
When Sean passed by, Sir Cadogan was lonely and separated from the ladies. He stood alone at the door of Dungeon, and then muttered something completely inaudible, speaking very fast:
"Yes, Severus·Snape. What else can you do? Big Cat can be aboveboard... but you can only stay as far away as possible... You think it is protection - ha! Of course, you only think so..."
Hogwarts It's still snowing.
Severus·Snape doesn't need anyone to know what he buries deep.