One wrong move and the cauldron could explode

The examiners were all taken aback by Charlemagne's words.

"Master Charlemagne personally intervened?!"

"This is a very rare thing!"

Snape curled his lip in unsurprising agreement; he had already guessed it when Charlemagne suggested that Silan participate in the re-examination.

Silan didn't seem to care.

He might have struggled with other Potions, but the improved Wolfsbane Potion was something he and Snape had painstakingly worked out together.

I know all the procedures by heart.

You can do it with your eyes closed.

Charlemagne glanced at Silan and continued slowly, "Mr. Prewett is Professor Snape's student and has not yet registered Potioneer with the Guild. If he successfully concocts the improved version of the Wolfsbane Potion this time, I, in the name of the Guild Master, will grant him the qualification of Senior Potioneer."

The examiners were somewhat surprised and frequently turned to look at Silan.

This is a rather demanding condition.

The last genius to be directly registered as Senior Potioneer was Snape, but his exam questions were far less difficult than those for the Wolfsbane Potion.

"Could this child also have the potential to become Potions Master?" Several examiners wondered to themselves.

"Let's begin," Charlemagne said.

The two waiters waiting nearby quickly placed identical tools, a standard crucible, and materials for the Improved Wolfsbane Potion on two pre-prepared worktables.

All the examiners stood up, inspected the items, and signed their names on the review forms.

After confirming that everything is correct, the re-examination officially begins.

Charlemagne didn't put on any airs of a senior figure, telling Silan to start first, and began processing the materials on his own.

Silan then understood why Snape had said that Charlemagne's Potions style was known for its strictness and precision.

This master craftsman displayed unparalleled exquisite control and near-terrifying precision from the very first move.

He levitated all the materials in mid-air, and with a flick of his wand like playing the piano, all the Potions Ingredients were processed.

What's even more astonishing is that the processed Potions Ingredients have all become square, and some ingredients that need to be juiced or ground have also been cut into square shapes.

This approach is clearly contrary to common sense.

But to some extent, Potions Master are beings who defy common sense.

This non-compliant approach did not affect Charlemagne's subsequent steps in the slightest.

Everything is proceeding smoothly.

This demonstrates Charlemagne's incredibly precise understanding of materials, control of temperature, and judgment of timing.

In layman's terms, it means their fundamental skills are so solid they could withstand a nuclear bomb.

Silan withdrew her gaze, mentally reviewed the steps for making the Improved Wolfsbane Potion, and began to work on it.

His production process, compared to Charlemagne's, seemed somewhat conventional.

This left the Review Committee members slightly disappointed.

They had assumed that this student, whom both Potions Master Snape and Charlemagne valued highly, would do something extraordinary.

However, it now seems that the handling of the materials was standard and the cooking process was unremarkable.

Ross shook his head in disappointment, then said with a smug grin, "I thought Professor Snape's student would be something special. What a disappointment."

"This is Wolfsbane Potion; it's already quite an achievement to have finished it decently. Especially considering he was facing Master Charlemagne." Milton glanced at Ross. "When you were his age, you were probably still scrubbing crucibles."

"You're talking nonsense!" Ross roared. "I was already learning how to process Potions Ingredients at that time!"

Milton shrugged.

The other examiners, like Ross, were also somewhat disappointed.

"I've never heard of Professor Snape being related to the Prewett family. How did he end up taking on such a student?" one of the examiners muttered under his breath, only to be met with Snape's sharp gaze. He quickly shut his mouth.

"Something's wrong!" Milton was the first to notice the anomaly, frowning and staring intently at Silan. "He's increasing his speed!"

The other examiners also realized what was happening.

Silan's operating speed increased, and he no longer strictly followed the steps outlined in the paper.

Generally speaking, Potions papers record the steps with the highest success rate.

By strictly following the procedures, you can effectively lower the barrier to entry and increase the success rate.

However, this method also has drawbacks, namely that all steps must be strictly followed according to the specifications, and even a slight deviation may lead to failure.

Only Senior Potioneer, or those extremely skilled in a particular Potions, can make flexible adjustments based on the actual situation.

While flexible, it demands a higher level of skill from Potioneer.

All the examiners realized that Prewett had completely deviated from the standard procedures, yet the situation inside the crucible remained unusually stable.

This means that everything is under Prewett's control, and he's accelerating!

The examiners exchanged bewildered glances and began to whisper amongst themselves in surprise.

"You can control it at such a high speed?"

"This level of control alone far surpasses that of an ordinary Potioneer."

"No wonder he's Master Snape's student!"

Snape, who had been sitting quietly, subtly raised the corners of his mouth, thinking smugly, "Exceptional talent makes a genius, hard work makes a person of ability. But Prewett possesses both."

"He's actually accelerating! He's already caught up with Master Charlemagne!" Ross suddenly exclaimed.

Milton squinted and said, "No, it's Master Charlemagne who's deliberately waiting for him."

"What's the meaning?"

"How would I know what the master is thinking?" Milton said, scoffing.

Charlemagne waved his wand, controlling the temperature of the cauldron, and hesitated to take the next step, instead watching Silan with great interest.

Charlemagne only continued after Silan caught up with his production schedule.

This time, he sped up as well.

Silan followed closely behind.

The two men's movements with their wands became increasingly exaggerated and rapid, causing many of the censors to break out in a cold sweat.

In this situation, it's clearly no longer about brewing Potions to get the paper approved; it's more like a speed race!

Charlemagne was somewhat surprised, yet also expectant, that Silan could keep up with his pace. "Will he be able to control himself in the end?"

The faster the initial production process, the greater the pressure during the final finishing touches.

It could easily cause an uproar.

If it really comes to that, Snape will also lose face.

Charlemagne stared intently at Silan, his anticipation growing with each passing thought.

He dared to speed up regardless of the consequences because of his years of accumulated experience and incredibly precise control.

But what makes this kid so special?

In terms of experience, he only had a few years; in terms of control, how could he compare to his own keen perception?

With this in mind, Charlemagne became even more curious about Silan's next move.

The censors were all amazed.

This was the first time they had encountered such a situation in all their years working at the Extraordinary Society of Potioneers.

A fledgling, unregistered Potioneer student is actually challenging and racing against the renowned and illustrious Master Charlemagne!

That's absolutely insane!

Milton and Ross stared intently at the two men who were making Potions. When they saw them suddenly pause, their breathing slowed as well.

"Time to wrap this up!"

The drawbacks accumulated from accelerating the pace in the early stages will be fully exposed in the final stages.

If not handled properly, it can result in the pot exploding.

This can be described as the most dangerous stage.

The cauldron in front of Silan became extremely unstable, the potion churning wildly, almost leaping out of the cauldron, and the smoke rising from the surface of the water became thicker.

Silan noticed her hands were trembling uncontrollably.

This is due to excitement.

Silan had made the improved version of the Wolfsbane Potion too many times before, and it had long since become somewhat bland.

But competing against a Potions Master today actually made him feel excited, something he hadn't felt in a long time.

Silan didn't rush to deal with the potion in the cauldron. Instead, she slowly exhaled, gripped her wand tightly, and closed her eyes.

His pause caused the liquid in the crucible to boil even more violently, producing a muffled, unstable sound.

The examiners were terrified.

It had come to this point, almost beyond repair, yet he was still waiting!

Snape gritted his teeth, staring intently at the cauldron in front of Silan, gripping the armrests of his chair tightly, his body sitting upright.

It will be too late if we don't deal with it now!

But he knew in his heart that Silan was not a reckless person, so he forced down his unease and watched quietly.

Silan loosened his grip on the wand and activated [Wizard's Eye].