Allen precisely controlled the amount of ingredients he added, the heat beneath the Cauldron, and the force of his stirring. As he watched the smoke slowly rise from the Cauldron, he was in an excellent mood.
Professor Snape paced behind Allen and watched his potion gradually take shape. Then he suddenly asked, "Allen Harris, have you finished the Draught of Peace you improved?"
"Yes, Professor, I have." Unhurriedly, Allen bottled the perfectly colored, top-quality potion and handed it to Professor Snape for inspection.
In fact, the moment Allen finished, Professor Snape had already determined that Allen had fully mastered the brewing of this potion. However, his quill paused over the paper without giving a score.
Before Professor Snape could speak, the socially perceptive Allen had already taken another bottle of potion from his wizard robes. It was the improved Draught of Peace he had previously prepared for Harry.
Professor Snape picked it up and examined it, shook the liquid, opened the stopper and carefully smelled it, then poured a few drops into his mouth to taste it.
"Murtlap Essence, Aconite, Wormwood..." What Allen admired was not merely that the professor could precisely identify every ingredient he had used. He admired even more that Professor Snape did not so much as frown while tasting such an oddly flavored potion. "This potion can not only soothe emotions, but also ease the pain caused by Dark Magic. A brilliant idea."
Edward, brewing beside them, could hardly believe his ears. Was this truly Professor Snape, famed for his sharp tongue and exacting standards?
"Watch your potion." Professor Snape had actually reminded Edward. Although his expression remained cold and his voice harsh, Edward was still utterly astonished. Had Allen slipped the professor a love potion? Why was the professor acting so differently from usual?
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