Pippin glanced at the materials on the counter. "Three sets of materials, no mistake..."
"Mr. Prewett Pippin hard, trying to keep his voice calm, "He's preparing to brew three Potions at the same time!"
Lucius's eyes widened suddenly, and he turned to look at Silan, his mind filled with "impossible," and his breathing became rapid.
Brewing three Potions at the same time?
Has he gone mad?
"How is this possible?!" Lucius almost shouted.
"Shut up!" Pippin gritted his teeth and said fiercely.
Then, as if afraid of disturbing Silan, Pippin lowered his voice and whispered, "That's possible. But I've heard that only Potions Master dare to use this technique. If an ordinary person tries to use it rashly, not only will the potion fail, but it could also explode..."
Pippin's voice stopped abruptly, but his expression revealed that the consequences were very serious.
Lucius instinctively gripped his cane tightly, holding it in front of him, and muttered to himself, "Madness, utter madness."
Pippin looked at Silan, his feelings very complicated.
He was both worried about the pot exploding and excited to witness this advanced technique of brewing Potions.
Ordinary Potions-er would never have the chance to witness this technique.
Silan ignored them, waved his wand, and the three cauldrons returned to their places, forming a triangle.
He had long been proficient in Fire-Control Potion, and with the addition of the Level Three [Potion Prodigy] attribute, he could forcibly improve the quality of his Potions.
Simultaneously boiling three crucibles of liquid is not easy, but it's not too difficult either.
Silan closed her eyes and quickly recalled Snape's experience of operating multiple crucibles simultaneously.
Having memorized some operational details, Silan opened her eyes and deftly wielded her wand.
Three crucibles are heated simultaneously.
Lucius took a step back, gripping his cane, while Pippin, his eyes wide, took two steps forward, mesmerized.
Silan's wand traced an elegant and confident path through the air, much like a music maestro conducting an orchestra.
One after another, Potions Ingredients flew up from the counter, lined up in the air, and floated up and down.
Under Silan's command, they flew into the crucible either straight or curved, or swirled down, causing the crucible to constantly change colors and various kinds of smoke and dust.
The temperature inside the store gradually rose.
The Potions smoke from the cauldron rose and tumbled in the air before crashing against the ceiling, making the potion inside increasingly concentrated.
Silan placed the seeds of the Tonguefire Grass into the crucible.
The originally black potion suddenly shimmered with wisps of gold after the seeds of the Tonguefire Grass were added, like magma flowing in a black stone.
Pippin watched with utter fascination.
Their family has run Potions for generations, and most of them have been exposed to Potions since childhood. They have also produced quite a few Potions-er who are somewhat famous.
But none of them could be called Potions Master.
Pippin had never had the chance to see this technique before; today was truly an eye-opener.
Seeing that Silan looked natural and at ease, Lucius was no longer as nervous as before, though he still gripped his cane and moved closer to the shop door.
The faint golden magma in the crucible became increasingly brilliant as Silan manipulated it, eventually surging up from the dark potion.
In the blink of an eye, the liquid in the crucible turned a brilliant golden-red, and flames ignited on its surface.
The flames in the crucible leaped higher and higher, eventually transforming into three dazzling pillars of light that shot into the sky, scorching the ceiling with a creaking sound.
The flames flickered uncontrollably, and the temperature in the shop suddenly rose, making people's faces burn.
Lucius wiped the sweat from his forehead, but the sweat dried as soon as it touched his hand.
Pippin snapped back to reality.
He saw three beams of flame shoot into the sky from the crucible, and Mr. Prewett's shadow shifted and changed shape erratically in the flickering flames, as if shattered by the light of the flames.
The shop was brightly lit by the flames, with light spilling out from the gaps in the doors and windows.
It seems like a breeze has picked up outside.
The strong wind outside rattled the windows and doors, making a clanging sound, while the flames inside flickered wildly.
No matter how the flames flickered or the shadows shifted, Mr. Prewett simply stood there, waving his wand.
The flames illuminated Lucius's terrified face and Pippin's ashen eyes, but Silan stood there, as black as a stone pillar.
Pippin broke out in a cold sweat and a hot sweat at the same time.
Lucius yelled desperately, "It's going to explode! Stop it now!"
"Shut up, Lucius!" Pippin roared.
He looked up at the three pillars of flame, and as if possessed, took two more steps closer, his eyes almost crazed.
It's already quite an achievement for an average Potions-er to be able to produce high-level Potions step by step.
But geniuses often take unconventional paths.
Simultaneously manipulating three cauldrons, and creating Fire-Control Potion, Pippin had no doubt, "Mr. Prewett is a genius capable of becoming Potions Master!"
"Madmen, two madmen! I shouldn't have come!"
Lucius cursed inwardly as he cast a defensive Spells on his wand and retreated out of the shop.
"Simultaneously operating three crucibles to make Fire-Control Potion? Do you think you're Snape?" Lucius's heart pounded.
Pippin has finally broken free from his obsession with Potions, but he seems to be getting a little out of control in this situation.
Now we either have to give up brewing and ruin the medicine, or keep going and risk it exploding at any moment.
Seeing the three pillars of flame, Pippin a chill run down his spine.
If those three cauldrons exploded at the same time, they could probably raze the entire Potions to the ground in the blink of an eye!
"Mr. Prewett, stop!" Pippin shouted hoarsely.
But Silan remained unmoved.
With a gentle wave of the wand, the flames in the cauldron burned even more intensely, the beam of fire instantly thickening and even slowly churning together.
The three pillars of flame merged into one, forming a fiery tornado that shot straight up to the ceiling.
Strangely, the fiery tornado, despite its extreme ferocity, failed to break through the ceiling, or even set it ablaze.
It seems to be being forcibly controlled by some force.
Pippin a chill run down his spine, and his legs felt weak.
He had never imagined that brewing Potions could cause such a terrifying commotion. Before, when he brewed Potions, at most there would be some smoke and the potion in the cauldron would change color. Who knew it could be like this?!
Is this really Potions?
Looking at the fiercely burning pillar of flame, Pippin began to doubt whether he had actually learned how to brew Potions before...
Lucius glanced at the shop door, cursed "madman," and was about to storm out.
The flame flickered briefly, then abruptly went out.
The dazzling flames vanished in an instant, leaving not a trace except for a patch of charred black on the ceiling.
The candles in the shop regained their own light, their harmless little flames flickering gently.
Pippin craned his neck to look into the crucible, but some smoke and dust obscured his vision, making it difficult for him to see clearly even with his eyes squinted.
"What a waste of materials. Operating three crucibles at the same time is still too difficult..." Pippin thought to himself.
Sensing the change behind him, Lucius, who was about to rush out the door, suddenly stopped and looked back.
"It failed?"
Lucius thought to himself, "That's fine. If production doesn't increase, I won't have to budge. I'm taking you for granted today!"
After the smoke cleared, Silan waved her wand, and several glass bottles from the shelf spun and Accio.
Under his control, the liquid in the crucible flew out automatically and poured into the glass bottle.
Nine bottles, no more, no less.
"The project has already failed, is there any point in putting it up?" Lucius wondered, stroking his cane.
Pippin was also somewhat desperate.
Judging from what we just saw, even if this batch of Potions has some effect, it can only be defective.
There was no way to get Lucius to budge.
"At least I witnessed the technique of simultaneously operating multiple crucibles today," Pippin consoled himself, forcing a wry smile. "Even though I failed..."
Silan was unconcerned about the complex inner thoughts of Pippin and Lucius during the Potions- making process.
He placed only nine bottles of Potions on the table, straightened his clothes, and sat down gracefully.
"Have a taste, you two," Silan said with a calm smile.
Lucius and Pippin exchanged a puzzled look, both thinking, "Why bother trying a failed Potions?"
"Doesn't he realize he's failed?" Lucius walked slowly back to the table, staring intently at the nine freshly made Potions.
The flame-red Potions, contained in a glass bottle, occasionally shimmered with wisps of gold, looking no different from a normal Fire-Control Potion.
Pippin noticed the anomaly before Lucius.
Something's not right!
"A failed Fire-Control Potion couldn't possibly be this color, not even a defective one."
"Could it have succeeded? Impossible, it clearly went out of control towards the end..."
Pippin muttered to himself, "Even if Mr. Prewett manages to finish the production in the end, the best-case scenario is still a defective product."
Pippin stared at the Potions on the table for a long time, feeling as if his head was filled with fog, unable to understand it no matter what he did, so he simply picked up two potion-testing spoons.
Pippin handed Lucius a skewer and frowned, then randomly picked up a vial of Potions.
"Let me try it."