Whenever he brewed potions, strange ideas always came to mind.
And when he put them into practice, Cassandra never stopped him.
With just a few simple adjustments, he brewed a cauldron of potion that looked even more perfect than the one in the textbook.
Hiss!
So this was the ability to innovate in potions!
Darren could not help but marvel.
He looked up at Snape, who was staring blankly at his potion, and suspected that the professor was reminiscing about his mother, Lily.
It was said that Lily had also possessed great talent for brewing potions.
But he really wanted to tell Snape that his own ability to innovate in potions was absolutely beyond Lily's.
At the very least, it surpassed hers at this stage.
This talent for innovation had never appeared before he obtained Snape's bloodline.
Clearly, it was most likely a tradition of the Prince Family.
His mother Lily did not have it.
But after thinking it over, he still did not dare say it. Setting aside whether he was supposed to know about such matters now—
Even if everyone assumed he knew, if he dared say it aloud, Snape might very well greet him with a Crucio.
So he looked at Snape with "innocent" eyes and smiled obediently. "Thank you for your praise."
"Mm, continue reading..."
Snape said softly.
His fingers were clenched tight.
Lily!
Your child was truly too outstanding. How wonderful would it have been if he were our child?
It was the regret of his lifetime.
Thinking of this—
He turned to look at the other students in the classroom and said as if venting his frustration,
"Why aren't you making your potions already? Do you need me to invite you?"
The little lions and little snakes all trembled in fear.
They hurriedly focused