"Please come in," Snape said.
Silan turned her head to look in the direction of the office door.
The people outside hadn't even come in yet, but their voices broke in first.
"Is everything ready, Professor Snape?!"
Madam Pomfrey entered hastily, her skirt swaying back and forth.
Upon seeing Silan, Madam Pomfrey nodded to him, then hurriedly went to Snape.
"I've waited so long for this day!"
"Those little wizards are still lying in their hospital beds; the Hospital Wing is practically a stoneyard."
"Finally, finally I got a message from you!"
Madam Pomfrey finished speaking in one breath, slightly out of breath.
"Sit down first," Snape said.
However, Madam Pomfrey merely moved a step toward the chair, showing no intention of sitting down.
Snape, however, remained calm and said, "Professor Sprout delivered mature Mandrake at noon today, and Dumbledore has already prepared the other materials..."
"So, we can start brewing Potions now?" Madam Pomfrey interrupted him, her eyes filled with eager anticipation. "Is that right?"
Snape nodded silently.
"That's wonderful!"
"Thank God!"
Madam Pomfrey patted her chest, her tense expression relaxing slightly.
After calming herself down, Madam Pomfrey continued, "And what about our assistants?"
The process of making the Mandrake Revival Potion is very complicated, requiring constant monitoring of the crucible, and the handling of materials is also somewhat troublesome.
Given the large demand this time, Madam Pomfrey and Snape had to work together to produce it.
Even so, they still need an assistant.
Snape looked at Silan: "The assistant is already here."
Silan:???
Only then did Silan finally realize that if Ron had only called her over to give her a reward, Ron wouldn't have said that Snape seemed so anxious.
So that's what they were waiting for me.
Upon hearing Snape's words, Madam Pomfrey turned to Silan with a surprised expression, frowning as she said, "Professor Snape, I didn't mean to question you, but... are you really not joking?"
"As far as I know, Mr. Prewett is only a second-year student."
"He's probably not up to the task. Why not find an assistant among the upperclassmen? I remember in Ravenclaw House..."
Snape rolled his eyes, stood up from his chair, and said with his chin slightly raised, "Prewett always gets perfect scores in Potions."
"Their practical skills are also very good; they remain calm and collected in emergencies, much better than those incompetent individuals."
"He is needed to make the Mandrake Revival Potion."
It was unusual for Snape to say so much at once.
Although his tone remained indifferent and his eyes did not look at Silan, there was a hint of smugness in his words.
Snape's unusual behavior surprised Madam Pomfrey.
She couldn't help but turn her head to look at Silan.
She wasn't unfamiliar with the child.
In his first year, Prewett dared to fight Quirrell, that dark wizard, and there were even rumors that he was Dragon Rider.
Not long ago, he was confronting the crazed Lockhart and the monster in the Chamber of Secrets in the Great Hall.
Actually, I'm a frequent visitor to the Hospital Wing.
However, he almost never got hurt each time, which was rather strange.
But is his Potions skill truly sufficient for the job of an assistant?
Mandrake is an extremely precious herb; if they fail, those poor little wizards don't know when they'll be able to break free of their petrified state.
Madam Pomfrey closed her eyes with some difficulty, then opened them and glared at Snape, saying in a deep voice.
"Professor Snape, you are responsible for your words. If you fail..."
Snape picked up the Silver Dagger from the table and sheathed it before speaking somewhat casually.
"With me here, there is no possibility of failure."
If anyone else had said such arrogant and presumptuous words, Madam Pomfrey certainly wouldn't have believed them.
But this is Snape.
Regardless of what happens next, no one can question his Potions skills.
"That would be best."
After Madam Pomfrey finished speaking, she turned to Silan and said apologetically, "I wasn't targeting you, child."
"Mandrake extremely precious, and Professor Sprout doesn't have much either. If we fail..."
At this point, Madam Pomfrey paused, turned around, and quickly wiped her eyes. "There are so many innocent young wizards who need healing... I'm so worried about them."
Silan was not angry because of Madam Pomfrey's questioning of him.
This school doctor didn't care about the outcome of Quidditch matches, the young wizards' exam results, or even who the headmaster of Hogwarts was.
She only ever cared about the young wizard's health.
This is her top priority.
"Don't worry, Madam Pomfrey," Silan comforted softly, "I will do my best."
"Okay, that's for the best..."
"Oh, what should we do now?"
"Yes, that's right, brewing a resurrection potion."
Madam Pomfrey muttered to herself as she wiped her hands on her medical gown.
She stood there for a moment, somewhat bewildered, before turning to Snape: "Professor Snape, shall we begin? Let's brew the potion as soon as possible so I can go back and treat those poor little wizards."
"Come with me."
Without wasting words, Snape went into the workshop first.
The sound of Madam Pomfrey's quick footsteps echoed in Snape's office.
Following her into the workshop, Silan noticed that the four tables inside were arranged in a square shape.
The table facing the door was covered with all sorts of Potions Ingredients, while the tables on either side were filled with crucibles.
Four on the left, two on the right.
This puzzled Silan, and an absurd thought popped into her mind.
Could it be that they intend to operate six crucibles simultaneously to brew the medicine?
This is insane!
He knew very well that with each additional crucible, the difficulty of operation increased exponentially.
Even if it's the same Potions being brewed, the difficulty of using six cauldrons simultaneously is unimaginable. It's like holding six pens at the same time to write the same line of text, and you have to be absolutely precise.
Noticing Silan's gaze, Snape explained, "The amount of magical power a cauldron can hold is limited."
"Potions of a caliber like the Mandrake Revival Potion can only produce one vial per batch."
"To complete the cooking in one go, multiple crucibles must be used simultaneously."
With that, Snape walked to the left.
Madam Pomfrey then walked to the opposite side of him.
It seems Snape is preparing to operate four cauldrons simultaneously to brew the Mandrake Revival Potion.
Simultaneously operating four crucibles...
They were still making a complex Potions called Mandrake Revival Potion.
"Looking across the entire Wizarding World, there are probably very few people who could do that," Silan exclaimed sincerely.