The fire was extinguished.
Ian wiped the non-existent sweat from his forehead.
"Without me, this Potions would have suffered terribly!"
Just as one who carries a fire must carry his own torch, so one who burns a fire must provide his own fuel.
Fire is a science.
Whether cooking ingredients or boiling Potions, excellent heat is always crucial. It is an indispensable key factor in determining success or failure. In short, it is full of responsibility and hardship, at least Ian thinks so. And his personal panel is also consistent with his three views.
[Potions Mastery(Level 2)65/200]
Ian actually pays attention to every cooking process.
Practice brings true knowledge.
It doesn't matter what others think. The proficiency has increased by more than ten points. Needless to say, it can only be said that this is really a hearty production of Potions!
"We are really good. We were the first to finish. I think the quality is really good."
Ian didn't see the face of Snape not far away with his teeth almost broken, and began to direct Aurora that it was time to complete the last step of cooking Potions.
"Yeah, yeah."
Aurora poured Potions into the container as Ian said. Looking at this bottle of good-quality Boil-Cure Potion, a satisfied smile appeared on her naturally cold face.
The first time I cooked Potions was a great success.
This is a sense of accomplishment.
"You are awesome! I even think we are all the future Potions Master!"
Ian continues to provide emotional value.
Aurora's handling of materials and control during cooking are indeed very good, but Ian feels that his occasional command must also have played a considerable role.
Direct others to cook Potions.
How can it not be considered a Potions talent?
"I wonder if I can take Potions back." Aurora seemed to be a collector. She carefully placed her and Ian's works on the table.
This time.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and the more he thought about it, the more puzzled he became. Snape had already walked over angrily. He really couldn't stand Ian. Prince's act of desecrating the honor of the family.
How could the Prince family have such a firemaker!
"Professor, take a look at our work! Give it a grade!"
Ian felt that the best work in this class was his and Aurora's work. However, he did not realize that his proactive words were tantamount to adding fuel to the fire.
"Slytherin adds five points, Ravenclaw deducts one point!" Without saying anything, Snape calmed down his emotions first, and then made some blunt apology for his behavior.
"This Potions is obviously the work of Miss Grindelwald. It is well done, and without your drag, I think the final quality will be better."
Snape did not publicize it loudly, but just scolded him coldly at the table.
"This is clearly the result of the two of us." Of course Ian was not convinced. How could the personal panel lie to him? He was deeply involved in the process of making Potions.
"Professor, I think Ian is right."
Aurora also echoed from the side, with a look of approval.
Seeing the outstanding student from his own college turning his elbows outward, Snape's forehead was almost twisted into a piece, and his expression looked like his back molars were about to be broken.
The two parties have the same caliber, and it is not easy for Snape to get angry. After all, in some specific situations, sometimes he will still make some sense.
"However, for this class assignment, I need two copies of the finished product." Fortunately, Snape's many years of work experience allowed him to immediately think of a countermeasure.
"Ah?!"
The one who exclaimed was not Ian, nor Aurora, but the little wizards around him who were still struggling to brew Potions. They all had their eyes widened and panicked.
"Professor, you didn't say this just now. I have been taking notes."
"Too bad, we only selected one piece of material."
"We have already learned how to cook one serving. There is no need for us to cook two servings, right?"
"How did you learn? We can't even make a single serving here! Who can teach me how to make the green potion turn yellow?"
"My urine is yellow, can I put some water in it?"
The group of little wizards howled.
Snape didn't change his expression.
He snorted coldly.
"I may not have said it just now, but now I have... this is my request." Snape's understatement made Ian feel that he had met someone more shameless than himself.
All the little wizards, including Slytherin students, were a little angry, but no one dared to show off. Ian had no choice but to succumb to Snape's humble power.
"Aurora, I met the guy below. Go get the ingredients quickly and let's cook another batch." Ian sighed heavily, and German Girl next to him was about to get up after hearing this.
However.
Snape held her shoulders and pushed her back to the seat.
"Miss Grindelwald has finished her homework, now it's your turn." Snape stared at Ian, as if she wanted to eat Ian alive.
In all his years of living, he has never seen such a sneaky little wizard! Damn Sorting Hat! Why wasn't such a guy assigned to Slytherin!
"This is what Chi Guoguo is targeting!"
Although Ian was complaining, how could he not bow his head when he was under the eaves? He went to the locker and picked out another batch of ingredients for making boils Potions.
"Snake Fangs, slug, Porcupine Quills..."
Seeing what Ian brought back, Snape didn't say a word, just stared at him with a frown. There was no other way, Ian could only bite the bullet and start dealing with Snake Fangs.
Aurora wants to light a fire.
Snape glared at her fiercely.
Aurora ignored it.
Start stirring the fuel under the crucible.
The result of this was that she was carried aside by Snape holding the robe at the back of her neck.
"Ah?"
When being picked up.
Hands dance in mid-air.
German Girl seemed to subconsciously want to grab his own wand.
I just held back.
"Let him do it himself."
Snape didn't care whether other unfinished little wizards were in trouble. He was standing in front of Ian's desk, as if he was determined to supervise from beginning to end.
Snake Fangs was ground into powder by Ian and added to the crucible. He adjusted the heat by himself, and Ian took the time to process the Horned Slugs in the material.
Counting the time in my mind.
Wave your magic wand.
He added the processed Horned Slugs to the crucible.
"This thing is actually just like making soup. It relies on a certain heat and stewing." Ian Seeing that the atmosphere was a bit stiff, he chose to emphasize the role of making a fire.
This is the key point that Snape himself mentioned before.
Therefore.
The annoyed Snape could only say nothing.
He just stared at Ian's operations, wanting to seize the opportunity to reprimand Ian - this little bastard was simply a disgrace to Prince!
Between gritted teeth.
However, Snape discovered that Ian's series of operations did not include any negligence or mistakes. This made the big troll Hogwarts who had already thought about the trolling very depressed.
"Go on!"
Snape doesn't want to give up.
"What's going on?"
"Why is the dean always staying over there with Ravenclaw?" The other little wizards looked this way, especially Slytherin. They found that they had lost the care of their dean.
Some people are confused.
There were also people staring at Ian and Snape, muttering something in their mouths.
I saw everyone looked over.
"It's not just the skill of stewing soup. In fact, collecting the juice is also very important, which involves the technique of stir-frying." Ian is not a character who likes to keep silent.
When he took the crucible slightly away from the flame, put in two porcupines, and started stirring five times clockwise, Ian also gave full play to his good character of never hiding anything.
His explanation not only made Aurora, who was watching carefully on the sidelines, nod in agreement.
The little wizards watching around were also thoughtful. Compared to Snape's lofty rhetoric, the little wizards felt that Ian's explanation was more detailed.
"Shut your vulgar mouth."
Snape finally couldn't stand it any longer.
"It's done, Professor."
Ian poured the prepared Potions into the container. The yellow-green solution bubbled slightly inside the glass bottle. The standard color was just like the description in the textbook.
Not perfect.
But absolutely impeccable.
Snape just wanted to comment.
"So that's it! I understand!"
"I've realized it too!"
"It seems that my mother is also Potions Master! Her cooking is delicious!"
Sounds sounded one after another.
It's like a magic sound hitting my ears.
Snape encountered the biggest challenge since coaching.
(End of chapter)