Snape glanced at Silan, then looked away.
"Enough with the nonsense."
"Useless praise will not improve your Potions skills."
He handed a piece of Parchment to Silan: "Write down the steps for making the Potions Ingredients."
Silan really wanted to say, "Professor, you'd better keep your mouth shut when you say these things..."
Taking the Parchment, Silan glanced at it from top to bottom, going over the production process.
The methods for processing Potions Ingredients are the key points to memorize.
In fact, with the help of the entry "[Photographic Memory]", he quickly memorized these contents.
Memorizing key points is simply to deepen the impression and reduce reaction time in actual operation.
"Grind the Mandrake leaves to extract juice, slice the roots..."
"Remove the core from the Belladonna and cut it into chunks."
"The juice is extracted from the Asphodel Root, while the root system is preserved..."
Silan had already learned how to process these Potions from Snape, so she didn't find it difficult.
While Silan was looking at the Parchment, Snape briefly arranged the tasks for later.
"Madam Pomfrey and I will be in charge of controlling the heat and operating the crucible. Your task is to process the Potions Ingredients."
"I'll let you know when to add the ingredients," Snape instructed in a deep voice. "The timing is crucial, understand?"
"Understood, Professor."
Silan nodded decisively and put away the Parchment.
"Why don't you look at it a little longer?" Madam Pomfrey couldn't help but ask.
She was completely distraught.
Prior to this, Madam Pomfrey had assumed that Snape had already given Prewett special training, but she hadn't expected that he would just be asked to memorize these operational details on the spot.
Isn't this ridiculous?!
Madam Pomfrey looked at the fresh Mandrake on the table with a hint of despair.
"I really hope Professor Sprout has some extra Mandrake, so that we'll still have a chance if we fail."
"No need, Madam Pomfrey." Silan set the Parchment aside. "I've already memorized it."
"Then let's begin," Snape said.
Madam Pomfrey opened her mouth, but in the end, she simply began to heat the crucible in silence.
Once he started making Potions, Snape entered an extremely efficient and serious state.
The instructions are simple and the sounds are short.
"Process Mandrake, Crystal bowl."
"60 grams, 6 servings."
"Now, release it!"
Snape's instructions were very brief, delivered at an extremely fast pace, and mostly consisted of abbreviated instructions.
Even so, Silan still managed to keep up with his pace.
After Snape gave the order to add the Mandrake juice, Silan waved his wand, and the pre-divided juice flew off the table.
The dark green liquid split into six directions in the air, flying precisely towards the six crucibles.
Two clumps of liquid fell into the two crucibles operated by Madam Pomfrey.
Precise and swift.
Madam Pomfrey looked at Silan with some surprise, an expression of disbelief on her face.
From the very beginning, she noticed something was amiss.
Prewett was like a precision-running machine, meticulously carrying out Professor Snape's orders with remarkable efficiency and speed.
Often, as soon as Professor Snape gave the instruction, Prewett would understand his intention.
Madam Pomfrey stared wide-eyed at Silan.
Is this the Potions level expected of a second-grade student?
How is that possible!
Second grade!
He hasn't even finished second grade yet, and he's only been exposed to Potions for two years, and he's already reached this level?
Is he some kind of Potion Prodigy?
While controlling the heat of the crucible, Madam Pomfrey glanced at Silan out of the corner of her eye.
The more I look at it, the more unbelievable it seems.
She discovered that Silan's handling of Potions was incredibly skillful and meticulous, unlike that of a second-year student.
The grinding and juicing process is quick and precise; the herbs are cut into uniformly thick chunks and shredded with consistent thickness...
All the movements were clean and efficient, without any hesitation or slackness.
Although Madam Pomfrey was not Potions Master, as a highly skilled school doctor, she was also very good at brewing healing Potions. Therefore, she knew very well how much time and effort it would take to achieve something in the field of Potions.
Prewett...
Is it possible for a second-grader to reach this level?
Although Silan didn't participate in the most complex production process, just by looking at how he handled the Potions Ingredients, you could tell he had put in a lot of hard work in that area.
While Madam Pomfrey was still in a daze, Silan quickly chopped several pieces of Belladonna core into chunks.
After Snape gave the order, Silan waved her wand and threw the materials into the cauldron.
"Madam Pomfrey, the crucible on the left is overcooked," Silan reminded her.
"Oh, thank you for reminding me." Madam Pomfrey was startled and quickly waved her wand to adjust the heat.
This surprised her even more.
She never expected that Prewett could not only process Potions Ingredients so precisely and efficiently, but also be able to keep an eye on the heat of the crucible.
The most unbelievable thing is that he actually judged accurately whether I had overcooked it?
"Was he already studying Potions before he started school?" Madam Pomfrey frowned, thinking, "But the Prewett family already..."
Madam Pomfrey stirred the crucible, and through the hazy, thin steam, she seemed to see a hint of smugness on Snape's expressionless face.
Madam Pomfrey glanced at Silan, then at Snape, a strange feeling creeping into her heart.
Professor Snape seems quite pleased with this student.
"Is it because of his Potions talent, or something else?"
Despite spending most of her time at the Hospital Wing, Madam Pomfrey knew that Snape was always very strict with his students.
I've never seen him so satisfied with any student.
Madam Pomfrey gave Silan a deep look, then shook her head, dispelling the jumbled thoughts in her mind.
Making the Potions is the priority now.
Actually, Snape on the other side wasn't as calm as he appeared.
He was also very satisfied with Silan's performance.
Snape had been busy with other matters and hadn't given Silan any extra help for some time.
Seeing that he has actually made more progress now, I am naturally satisfied.
"Very good, it seems that Prewett has already felt the allure of the Potions."
"Isn't this more useful than Alchemy?"
Time passed slowly, and soon the Potions process entered its most crucial stage.
"The Asphodel Root system has three roots!"
As soon as Snape finished speaking, Silan divided the 18 Asphodel Root roots into 6 portions and accurately placed them into the crucible.
Instantly, small green bubbles rose from all six crucibles, and a burst of light green steam, resembling mushrooms, shot out.
Upon contact with air, the mushroom-shaped, pale steam suddenly dissipated.
The entire workspace was filled with mist, making it almost impossible for them to see each other.
"It's done!"