Snape frowned, picked up a bottle of Baruffio's Brain Elixir that Silan had given him, fanned the aroma around the bottle opening with his palm, and then smelled it.
As Potions Master, he has an extremely precise grasp of the quality of Potions and the amount of ingredients used.
He instinctively sensed that something was off about this batch of Baruffio's Brain Elixir that Silan had produced. But he couldn't quite put his finger on what was strange about it.
The smell, color, and viscosity are all perfect.
How is that possible?
"Am I just imagining things?" Snape wondered.
Snape looked at Silan and asked, "Did you make this Potions?"
"Yes, Professor."
Silan nodded obediently, pretending not to know anything.
Snape stared intently at him, remained silent for a moment, then asked with a slight twitch of his lips.
"You didn't change the dosage of the Potions Ingredients without permission, did you?"
"Of course not." Silan nodded. "I did everything according to the steps you taught me, Professor. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to do it the same way, would I?"
This is blatant lying.
[Silver Tongue: Proficiency +1]
Snape looked at him for a moment, then said nothing more. After putting down the Baruffio's Brain Elixir in his hand, he took out the jar of Tonguefire Grass Seeds from the storeroom.
We're finally going to get the Tonguefire Grass seeds!
After a month of working day and night to brew the Baruffio's Brain Elixir, Silan was excited to see the Tonguefire Grass seeds so close at hand.
Snape poured out half of the seeds, wrapped them in Parchment, and tossed them to him, saying indifferently, "Take your things and go."
Goodbye, Professor.
Without any hesitation, Silan turned and left.
Snape stared intently at his retreating figure.
After Silan left the office, Snape immediately took a test spoon from his drawer.
He opened a bottle of Baruffio's Brain Elixir, took a small amount with a test spoon, and tasted it.
That wonderful feeling of both calm and active mind quickly welled up inside me.
"The results are perfect..."
"But the amount of material used is definitely wrong," Snape muttered to himself. "Could he really be a genius?"
Snape sat back down in his chair, looked up at the ceiling, remained silent for a moment, then let out a low, hoarse laugh.
If Prewett can truly alter the amount of ingredients and still produce Baruffio's Brain Elixir with the same effect, then he is indeed a Potion Prodigy.
Just like myself.
This put Snape in a great mood.
Silan carried the Tonguefire Grass seeds toward the Room of Requirement, and grabbed some dried meat as she passed the kitchen.
I haven't made Lucia her secret-recipe snacks for a few days; she's probably craving them.
Back at the Room of Requirement, Silan sprinkled the purified catnip powder onto the jerky and began making her secret-recipe snack.
After finishing, Silan walked into the Suitcase.
After staying here for a while, Lucia became so engrossed in the Forbidden Forest that she built herself a nest there and spent her days sunbathing.
Silan stepped into his Suitcase, and before he could even go find Lucia, he saw a blurry figure dart out of the woods.
Almost in the blink of an eye, the phantom appeared in front of him.
Lucia circled him twice, saying urgently, "Give it to me, give it to me now!"
"What is it?" Silan feigned ignorance.
"Stop playing dumb, give me the jerky!" Lucia snapped angrily.
Silan shook her head and sighed, "I'm glad you came to greet me, but I don't like your attitude at all."
"You!" Lucia gritted her teeth.
Know your place, servant!
"By the way, didn't you say you'd leave once I mastered Occlumency?" Silan deliberately changed the subject. "I've almost finished learning it now. When are you planning to leave?"
Lucia stared wide-eyed, looking somewhat bewildered, like a kitten about to be abandoned by its owner.
"You've only just begun to master Occlumency..."
"I suggest... I suggest you practice for a while longer."
"That makes sense," Silan said thoughtfully.
Lucia instantly perked up, coughed somewhat reservedly, and cautiously hinted.
"That dried meat..."
"I do have jerky," Silan said with a wicked grin, "But shouldn't you show some sincerity?"
Silan's gaze lingered on Lucia, seemingly with a hidden meaning.
Lucia nervously stepped back, her tail stiffening.
"What sincerity?"
"For example..." Silan looked at Lucia's Winky fur, "Let me touch you."
What's so special about petting a cat?
As a wizard, if you're going to pet someone, pet Cat Leopard!
"Huh?" Lucia arched her back in anger, her tail held high in the air, and her fur stood on end.
"You bastard! I, Lucia, would rather starve to death or jump into the Black Lake than sell my body!"
"Oh, really?" Silan asked with a half-smile.
I love taming a wildcat like you.
Silan took out the jerky he had prepared beforehand and waved it in front of Lucia.
"You really won't eat?"
Lucia's eyes widened, and he unconsciously swallowed, his mustache twitching slightly, clearly indicating a fierce internal struggle.
"I won't eat it!" Lucia said firmly.
Two hours later.
With her hair disheveled and a sorrowful expression, Lucia walked towards her little burrow, a piece of jerky dangling from her mouth.
Don't get me wrong, its messy fur is just a result of practicing Occlumency with Silan.
It's definitely not because they were manipulated by a ruthless force.
Absolutely not!
[Animal Bloodline: Proficiency +5]
After completing her Occlumency, Silan petted the Cat Leopard for a while, feeling more relaxed than ever before.
I must say, Lucia has a great touch.
Its fur is shiny and glossy, Winky in the sunlight.
When you touch it, fine, soft hairs peek out from between your fingers, bringing a gentle, ticklish sensation.
It really puts me in a great mood.
Satisfied, Silan practiced her Spells again in her Suitcase.
After practicing all the Spells he had learned from beginning to end, Silan opened the Half-Blood Prince's textbook and began to study the Spells recorded there.
Langlock, Levicorpus, Sectumsempra...
Silan glanced through the Spells recorded in the notebook, a sense of awe washing over him. "They're either malevolent curses or extremely powerful Dark Magic. Professor Snape is truly gifted..."
Inventing Spells is a highly technical skill, and the fact that Snape could do it before even graduating demonstrates his extraordinary talent in Dark Magic.
Silan shook her head, stopped thinking about it, and began to study by referring to the notes in the textbook.
[Spell Inspiration: Proficiency +1]
[Spell Inspiration: Proficiency +2]
After practicing her Spells, Silan stepped out of her Suitcase and could hear people talking in the Rest Room from afar.
"Have you heard?" That was probably Ron's voice.
"The professors are planning to open Dueling Club!"
"I wonder who will be teaching us," Harry said.
Hermione's voice rang out. "I bet it's Professor Flitwick; he was a dueling champion when he was young."
"As long as it's not Lockhart, it'll be fine," Harry muttered.
He recently discovered something terrifying: he actually felt that Snape was much better than Lockhart...
Aside from being verbally abused, Snape at least never directly harmed him.
This is absolutely absurd.
Ron sighed heavily, "The Dueling Club is opening soon, but my wand is still..."
Silan pushed open the door and entered, continuing his conversation.
"Don't worry, I can pay you your wages in advance."