I never expected things to take such a turn, or to get Professor Snape's official permission for Potions Class. Well, that settled it. Once Neville came to his senses, he vigorously wiped away his tears, then put his gloves back on and prepared to try for a third time.
He had already failed twice, but he still had three chances left!
So, after taking a moment to compose himself, he stood up again. With a hint of frustration but even greater determination, he took a deep breath and began working with full concentration.
Soon, as he lit the little burner beneath the cauldron, the distinctive smells of various potion ingredients began to fill the air. Some were fresh and pleasant, while others were sharp and foul. Mixed together, they created a uniquely strange odor in the small room.
But Neville remained unfazed. Under the watchful eyes of his friends, he stood before the cauldron, carefully working with hands that trembled slightly.
He wasn't afraid. He was simply nervous and hopeful... After all, this potion meant far too much to him. He couldn't afford even the slightest mistake!
Following the recipe carefully, he slowly released the enzyme from the body of a grasshopper, then carefully added one drop to the thickened silver Unicorn Blood after its water had evaporated. Next, he added three drops of Fluxweed stem juice and stirred clockwise continuously until the silver liquid gradually turned pale green.
Then he evenly sprinkled in the prescribed amount of powdered Shrivelfig and powdered Bezoar, ground until no grit remained, and continued stirring clockwise until they had completely dissolved.
Once the mixture had cooled to room temperature, he carefully added filtered, diluted Troll snot. Then he transferred it into a glass dish containing half a pint of boiling water and stirred slowly,