Through the hazy smoke, Snape's voice slithered over like a snake.
"Encapsulation."
Without hesitation, Silan flicked her wand slightly, and the six glass bottles she had prepared beforehand flew into the air.
The Potions that were still boiling in the six cauldrons suddenly began to spin around the edges of the cauldrons, their speed increasing rapidly.
Through the fog, Madam Pomfrey stared at Snape in astonishment, her heart pounding in her chest.
The sealing process, being the final step in brewing Potions, is generally not left to assistants.
After all, there's still room for redemption if the Potions Ingredients are handled improperly, but if the packaging is done wrong, all the previous efforts will be wasted.
"Professor Snape actually entrusted this step to him so confidently?!"
Under Madam Pomfrey's tense gaze, the Potions in the six cauldrons slowly flew out, twisting into six long water vortexes in the air.
The vortex, thinner at the front and thicker at the back, slowly flew towards the glass bottle suspended in mid-air, and finally landed precisely inside.
Packaging complete.
[Potion Prodigy: Proficiency +15]
Although Silan did not personally participate in the actual Potions- making process this time, observing Snape operating four cauldrons simultaneously to make Potions was still very beneficial to him.
Madam Pomfrey breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time looked at Silan with some surprise.
This child is quite skilled at using Spells.
Although she doesn't teach, she knows that it's already quite difficult for an average wizard to excel in a particular subject.
It's surprising that Prewett is able to perform well in both Potions and Spells, two subjects with such a large gap in knowledge.
That's quite rare.
"What an excellent little wizard," Madam Pomfrey thought to herself.
Snape waved his wand and opened the window of the workshop.
The air outside the window was like an invisible maw, swallowing up the fog bit by bit.
The thick fog in the workshop dissipated quickly.
Perhaps because it had caught a bit of the mist, Silan felt that her hair was a little sticky.
He frowned and used a "Scourgify" treatment on himself, only to find it had no effect.
Glancing at the cauldron, Silan thought, "Could it be that the Potions mist is so difficult to clean because it still retains magical energy?"
Thinking to herself, Silan glanced at Snape again and noticed that his hair was so greasy it could be used to fry vegetables.
A question that had troubled Silan for a long time suddenly had an answer.
Perhaps Professor Snape's greasy hair was caused by the residual magical mist from his long-term Potions- making.
Silan guessed that this Potions mist could probably only be washed off with a special shampoo.
For example, Potter Brand Shampoo.
The case is solved.
Snape's greasy hair was probably caused by brewing Potions, coupled with his refusal to use Potter Brand Shampoo, which turned him into a greasy-haired bat.
While Silan was lost in thought, Snape picked up six sealed vials of Mandrake Revival Potion and left the workshop.
"Mr. Prewett, please wait a moment."
Just as Sheeran returned to the office with Snape, Silan suddenly heard Madam Pomfrey call her name.
"I must apologize to you, Mr. Prewett." Madam Pomfrey walked up to Silan, bowing her head with some remorse. "Your handling of Potions is extremely skillful and precise; without a doubt, you are an excellent assistant."
"I want to thank you on behalf of those young wizards; without your help, things probably wouldn't have gone so smoothly today."
"It's what I should do," Silan replied with a smile.
Madam Pomfrey gave Silan an approving look; the more she looked, the more she liked her.
This child is not only exceptionally capable and kind-hearted, but also incredibly humble and polite—truly a rare find.
"Professor Snape, I must admit you're right," Madam Pomfrey turned to Snape and remarked, "Mr. Prewett is indeed more skilled at handling Potions than many upperclassmen."
"He is, after all, my student." Snape smirked smugly, but his voice remained nonchalant.
Madam Pomfrey's gaze darted between Snape and Silan before she finally nodded and said, "You do look somewhat alike."
Upon hearing this, Snape, who had been calm just moments before, immediately curled his lips into a smile and fidgeted with his robes.
"You think so too?" Snape asked in surprise.
Has anyone else noticed that Prewett looks like them?
Seeing Snape's obvious delight, Madam Pomfrey felt a little strange, but still answered honestly.
"At least in terms of Potions talent, I feel there are some similarities..."
"This child might just become a renowned Potions Master like you in the future."
"Of course."
Snape let out a short laugh, then tried to quiet it down.
"His talent is passable."
He looked at Silan, nodded in satisfaction, and suddenly announced loudly.
"Slytherin 70 points."
"So that you could help the professor treat your classmate."
"70 points?" Silan was taken aback.
This was the highest bonus he had ever received.
Actually, he only helped process some Potions Ingredients today; his contribution wasn't significant.
To be honest, Snape had a bit of personal bias in giving me those extra points today.
But even Madam Pomfrey thought it made perfect sense.
"You deserve it, child," Madam Pomfrey said, smiling and clapping.
"Alright, I need to hurry back and treat the little wizard."
They're still waiting for me.
Madam Pomfrey picked up the Mandrake Revival Potion, trudged to the office door, and glanced back at Silan.
"Thank you for your help, Mr. Prewett."
"Goodbye."
After saying that, Madam Pomfrey left in a hurry, just as she had when she arrived.
Snape sat back in his chair, picked up the Silver Dagger on the table, and began to play with it as usual.
It's clear he's in a good mood right now.
"I will report today's events to Headmaster Dumbledore as they are," he said in a light tone. "With this incident included, applying for your Special Contribution to the School Award should not be a problem."
"This is the honor you deserve."
Although he said that, Snape's excitement made it seem as if he had received Special Contribution to the School Award.
"Thank you, Professor," Silan said.
Taking advantage of Snape's good mood, Silan took the opportunity to raise some of her own questions.
"Professor, I have something to ask you."
"Speak," Snape said without hesitation.
"I'd like to know, are there any Potions that can enhance soul power?"
After learning about "Soul Resonance" from the Basilisk, Silan has been considering how to strengthen security measures.
One of the ideas was to enhance one's soul power.
This way, once inside the Soul Library, one will have the ability to cope with any unexpected situations.
Snape stopped what he was doing and said without hesitation, "Even in the magical world, the soul is an extremely profound realm. Many wizards with profound magical attainments know very little about this realm."
"Any Potions that can affect the soul is either made from rare ingredients or extremely difficult to brew."
At this point, Snape looked at Silan curiously, "Why are you asking this?"