[You cooked a pot of Deflating Draught at an expert level, proficiency +50]
Deflating Draught has already started. Although he is still exhausted, Sean is extremely excited.
He stepped on the ladder built by Libaxiu Master Borachi and took another step in the field of will magic of Potions.
But when he turned around, he was met with Professor Snape's extremely angry eyes.
The consequences of unauthorized innovation are - in addition to being scolded by Professor Snape, starting from Thursday, he has to help Professor Snape organize and process Dungeon's materials three days a week, and he has to go to Professor Snape's office at certain times.
Just like today:
"The skins of Lacewing Fly, Leech, Bicorn Horn, Knotgrass, Fluxweed, and African Tree Snake are all placed in the row on the far left. If your reckless and stupid brain can still think, you will know what Potions can be made by combining them!"
Professor Snape sneered, and arranged for Sean to put the roots of Daisies, Shrivelfig, Caterpillars, Rat Bile, and a little Leech Juice in one area.
Obviously, the first part of the material is all the materials of Polyjuice Potion, and the second part is the raw material of Shrinking Solution.
During the process of sorting out, Sean gradually became proficient in the formulas of many medicines, and also became familiar with the state of the materials required for medicines - such as chopping, peeling, and slicing into thin slices.
"Sean·Green,"
After Sean finished a lot of organizing and left Dungeon silently with the notes he had taken, Professor Snape said coldly like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter,
"If you let me see you cooking Potions anywhere except Dungeon... you'd better pray that Merlin will really come to bless you..."
Sean nodded silently.
Cook Potions somewhere other than Dungeon? Not to mention the danger, he also needs a crucible.
The boiling crucible has long since subsided, and the Potions contained in Crystal Bottle made Professor Snape's eyes gradually solidify.
His previous stormy rants have also dissipated with the wind. Words such as "Do you think you are better than the formula created by Sigmund·Budge in the 16th century?", "Or do you think you have surpassed all the great pharmacists in history?", "Ignorance!" and other words have disappeared.
It didn't leave an impression on Sean's memory, nor was it noticed by Professor Snape.
It's always been that way, it's always been that way.
Taking advantage of the calm, Sean silently organized everything about Dungeon, after the last Scourgify was used.
He whispered, "Goodbye, professor." and prepared to leave Dungeon.
But Professor Snape, who had been silent in the past, suddenly spoke, his voice carrying rare heaviness and undetectable waves:
"Okay, Sean·Green,
Let me tell you a truth——
Never give in to mediocrity,
Don't be like ninety percent of the wizards in the world.
If you are willing to be mediocre,
It is a huge disservice to the world and to yourself. "
Sean was a little stunned.
This passage almost overturned everything that Professor Snape had cursed before.
The professor's eyes were cold, as if he was whispering coldly, "If I see you settling for mediocrity and standing still, I will make you look good."
"I understand, Professor."
Sean nodded silently, and slowly walked out of Dungeon under Professor Snape's long gaze.
In the corridor, Sean noticed that "Advanced Potion-Making" in the bag was shaking slightly,
Sean silently took it out, waiting expectantly for Libasho Master Borachi to pop out his note.
But this time, there was nothing.
Only the slightly trembling "Advanced Potion-Making" remained, and some words slowly emerged under the cold moonlight:
[When Sigmund·Budge is accompanied by mice in the distant Hermetra Islands,
When Liba Xiu·Borachi worked hard to carve out the trajectory of Potions.
Life is nothing compared to truth.
I guess you must want to know——
Why must we study the mysteries of the Potions field?
Because... it's there]
Sean Looking at this line of handwriting, it slowly became hot, and a portrait appeared.
In the portrait, those turbid and tired eyes carry deep, imperceptible joy:
[I... saw your eyes,
children.
Like the dark dawn, wrapped in the ancient yesterday.
I see everything I cannot comprehend, and I feel the truth flowing between your eyes and mine.
Libasiu Borachi's greatest achievement is no longer the discovery of the Potions ritual and Will Guiding Method.
Instead, it continued Trail of Truth and handed it over completely to the successor——
Sean·Green.
We are Pilgrims of the Dawn in the darkness. Only the eternal light of truth can get rid of the numbness of ignorance.
Remember - follow this arduous journey to reach the stars]
Sean felt his heart beating, hammering against his chest like a drum.
The portrait of Liba Xiu·Master Borachi slowly disappeared. At the same time, the note sandwiched between Sean's notes slowly became hot.
A golden name was imprinted on it, making Sean's eyes widen - Sean·Green - Potions's greatest realm Third Pilgrim.
In "Advanced Potion-Making", many handwritings are undergoing Sean's unexpected changes. Those unfinished Potions Improvement Ritual and those unverified Potions production techniques are all presented to Sean.
What he is holding is no longer a book with a purple cover, but Potions Master Liba Xiu·Borachi's life's insights and explorations.
Just like the Half-Blood Prince notes obtained by Harry, the life experience of a top Potions Master was clearly presented in front of him.
He put the books away silently.
Hogwarts Castle The moonlight was refracted by the window panes and scattered thinly on the stone ground.
There was a slight creaking sound in the distance, it was those Moving Staircasess that were always minding their own business and changing directions.
Sean kept checking the changed handwriting, and instantly realized that there was huge room for improvement in his previous potion brewing.
And the excitement lasted until Friday.
"Mr. Green, do you want to learn Finite?"
Professor Flitwick has become accustomed to Sean appearing next to him.
If we weren't really busy with things,
Talking about magic for a day with Ravenclaw House's hardest working, humblest, most talented kid - oh, he couldn't imagine how wonderful that would be.
Just like the stunning Sile nce Spell last time, and Dark Magic...
Well... that doesn't count.
Unfortunately, Hogwarts has a heavy course load, so his diligent little eagle needs to be at Staff Room to find him.
Staff Room.
This is a large room surrounded by wood panels. There are two talking Stone Beast placed at the door, and the inside is filled with black wood chairs. There was also an ugly wardrobe filled with robes worn by teachers in class.
It is said that the elderly Professor Binns once rested here. One day he stood up to go to class, but accidentally left his body in an armchair in front of the Staff Room fire, thus becoming the only ghost professor of Hogwarts.