Daily Life at Hogwarts Chapter 189: Tasteful Potions Lesson

On the ceiling of the auditorium, there are large dark clouds surging, and the sky is drizzling. At the long Gryffindor table below, Albert, Fred, George, and Lee Jordan were whispering together, with the latest issue of Incredible magazine in front of them.

Professor Smith's Boggart research is featured in this issue of Unbelievable, and Albert has a mixed position at the end of the article.

However, this is what happened.

No one pays any attention to this, it's like a grain of sand thrown into a lake that doesn't make any ripples at all.

Although this result is a bit unexpected, it is actually expected. There are so many people in the magical world in the UK, what else can you expect?

"What's the point of such a discovery?" George stared at the picture in "Unbelievable" magazine and looked at Albert suspiciously, "Does it solve a thousand-year-old mystery?"

"Should... be!"

Albert didn't know what to say either.

"What are you talking about a thousand-year-old mystery?" Shanna asked casually, sitting across from a few people.

"This..." Fred handed the Incredible magazine to Shanna, who looked up after reading it and looked at Albert in surprise.

"Are you in the magazine again?"

Albert's mouth twitched, and he asked, "Is there a class this afternoon?"

"There are two potions classes in the afternoon." Shanna asked in confusion. "By the way, why are you not happy at all. If it were me, I would definitely find a way to collect the books and magazines that mentioned me."

"I don't have that habit," Albert said.

"By the way, I asked the Hufflepuff students at noon, and they said that potions would teach herbicides, and they said there would be unexpected surprises."

"Herbicide? It's unbelievable."

"What's wrong?" Several people looked at Albert in confusion, not understanding why he was so surprised.

"The smell of herbicides is disgusting." Albert frowned. "Can you imagine what it would be like to have unpleasant herbicides in a basement classroom?"

"Should... not?" Everyone started to make up their minds automatically when they heard the words.

"I guess it's too bad." Albert thought it was probably Snape's bad taste, and he couldn't possibly be unaware of the smell of herbicides.

George and the others began to discuss whether they could escape the disaster by asking for leave, while Shanna flipped through "Magic Potions and Potions" and began to preview the textbook.

"You're not worried at all." Fred admired Shanna's calmness.

"What's the use of worrying?" Shanna asked back, turning her head.

The three were speechless.

Yeah, what's the use of worrying if you can't dodge it?

After chatting with Albert for a few words, and marking several key positions, Shanna suddenly said, "Can you lend me the paper?"

"That's not a problem." Albert took out the parchment from his schoolbag and handed it to Shanna, who began to concentrate on reading, still looking for deficiencies against his own.

Albert's attitude towards homework is not as casual as he used to be since he discovered that doing his homework seriously can greatly increase his experience.

At least, for the sake of skill experience, they will complete their homework carefully, thereby speeding up the speed of skill upgrades.

"What homework?" Fred asked, turning his head.

"Thesis report on Flobber caterpillar slime," said Albert.

"Merlin's beard! I forgot about this." Fred's expression froze for a moment, then stood up in horror. It was not difficult for him to imagine that he could not submit a qualified thesis and was locked up by Snape.

George winked at Fred and said calmly, "I'm done."

"When did you finish?" Fred's eyes widened.

"Last night, I asked you to work with me overnight." George reminded, "At that time, you said that you still have time at noon tomorrow."

"Get a copy now!" Albert asked Shanna to hand over her paper to Fred, let him copy from her paper, and then collect some from Shanna's paper. , a cobbled together paper will soon be ready.

Fred picked up the quill and began to struggle with the parchment.

Before Potions class, Angelina had bad news.

"A Quidditch practice in the evening?" repeated George, "but isn't it Hufflepuff's practice time today?"

Teams from Hogwarts' Four Houses will contract the Quidditch pitches in batches, with Gryffindor training always on Wednesdays and Saturdays.

"Charlie said the Hufflepuff team had something to do temporarily, so he switched places with us." Angelina said, looking at Fred, and asked suspiciously, "What is he doing."

"Do your homework."

"Is it too late?" Angelina shook her head, "I remember I'll be taking Potions class later."

"It's definitely too late!" Lee Jordan said with a look of schadenfreude.

"Shut up, I'll definitely have time." Fred complained dissatisfiedly while copying his homework, "Can you guys be quiet, I can't concentrate."

"However, Quidditch training is really hard. You have to go out for training in this bad weather." Shanna looked up at the dark clouds and rain above her head, and turned her head to Albert, and suddenly asked "You don't want to join the Quidditch team because of this, do you?"

Albert noticed that many eyes were staring at him, and shrugged helplessly: "I'm busy and don't have time to train."

"It's really weird coming out of your mouth." Lee Jordan couldn't help but complain.

"I read every day, do my homework, practice magic, join clubs, write letters to others, and occasionally go to other professors' offices for tea and chat." Albert raised his palm, one by one. Counting it down, "If I participate in Quidditch training again, even if I split myself into two people, it will not be enough. Besides, people's energy is limited after all."

"You seem more comfortable than us." Shanna looked at Albert suspiciously. "I've never seen you busy."

"I'm busy every day."

This sentence was simply ignored by everyone.

"By the way, did the glowing spell you practiced last time succeed?" Shanna asked again.

"I barely grasped it." Albert thought about the spell he practiced a while ago. It was already level 1, but it was only level 1.

"Okay!" Fred suddenly interrupted the conversation between the two, shaking the parchment on his hand excitedly.

"Is it really possible to get past this?" Shanna took the parchment and glanced at it, obviously not believing that this method could fool Snape.

"Certainly not, but Snape won't say anything. There are a lot of worse papers than Fred." Albert took the parchment from Shanna and glanced at the paper on it. For the thesis, he picked up a quill and helped him revise a few places.

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Before the class bell rang, several people hurried to Snape's basement, which was colder than the castle above, and there was a chill in the air.

Of course, that eerie chill may also have come from Snape's gaze on the podium, especially after he glanced at the homework he had just collected, and his gaze fell directly on Albert.

"Today, we are going to make a very common potion, herbicide." Snape looked back and introduced the herbicide, "This potion is used to kill or remove plants and is not drinkable. Of course, I've never seen any idiot drink herbicide. You'll soon find out why."

At that moment, Albert felt a malicious smile on the corner of Snape's mouth.

"...Note: If you put the ingredients in a sloppy way, they will be... so you need to pay attention to your own steps, ingredients and cooking time..." Snape explained, using his wand to Write on the blackboard what to pay attention to when preparing a potion, turn around and say to everyone, "You have an hour, let's start!"

The herbicide doesn't have a disgusting smell at first, but if the ingredients are added to the crucible in a strict order and amount, the crucible will start to overflow during the cooking process, and many people reach out Cover your mouth and nose.

As Albert said, the herbicide Snape asked them to prepare was not at all well-intentioned, and the potions classroom soon filled with a disgusting smell.

"This is literally killing a thousand enemies and losing eight hundred." Albert took out a handkerchief, wet it with water, covered his nose and mouth, and muttered softly.

I don't understand how Snape can stand the smell of herbicide.

Alas, why didn't you learn the Bubble Head Mantra?

"Ah! That's disgusting, I feel like throwing up." Fred retched at his cauldron.

Lee Jordan muttered, "No one would want to use this stuff, I guess."

"Isn't anyone trying to get rid of the smell?" George followed Albert's example while covering his mouth and nose with a handkerchief while stirring the potion in the cauldron clockwise with a spoon.

"Remove the smell?"

Albert recalled the harvest after upgrading the potion, and said, "Adding some grated daisy roots and nettles may eliminate the smell."

"Are you sure?" Fred wouldn't dare change the recipe at will, who knows what would happen.

"Try it and you'll know." Albert took out the medicinal materials from his medicine box and began to grind the two materials according to a certain ratio.

Actually, Albert wasn't sure how this would work, but his gut told him that it should work.

As for the mixing ratio, you need to try it yourself.

At this moment, the students in the potions classroom were all blushing with suffocation.

Before they put in practice, Snape was seen waving his wand and sweeping the horrific smell of the classroom away.

Although the smell in the classroom is still strong, at least it won't make them suffocate.

Soon after, Snape quietly appeared beside Albert, stared at the potion in the cauldron, and asked aloud: "Anderson, tell me, what is in your cauldron?"

"Herbicide, sir," Albert replied.

"Then why is your herbicide so bland?" Snape had noticed that Albert's herbicide had a bland taste, as if it had been diluted with water.

"Well, I added a few other things to the cauldron before I added 2 drops of Flobber caterpillar slime," Albert explained, "...it wouldn't be so difficult to get the herbicide to taste. smell."

"You want to say that you have improved herbicides?" Snape's tone was light, but enough for the students in the classroom to hear.

"I think so," said Albert.

At this moment, everyone looked at Albert and began to whisper, and some people sneered, ready to see Albert's joke.

"Okay, since Anderson thinks he's succeeded in improving the herbicide, then..." Snape waved his wand and, out of nowhere, got a flowerpot with some weeds on it.

Snape scooped up a spoonful of the herbicide, diluted it with water, and sprinkled the herbicide directly on the weeds.

After a few seconds, the weeds on the pots turn yellow almost at a rate visible to the naked eye, like dying in the hot sun for too long.

There is no doubt that Albert succeeded in improving the herbicide.

Originally, the Slytherin students who wanted to see his jokes were full of disbelief, and some people even pinched their friends, trying to determine if they were dreaming.

"Very good." Snape stared at Albert viciously.

I don't know who led the applause, the Gryffindor students all started to applaud, and the classroom was filled with applause.

"Quiet ~IndoMTL.com~ Snape yelled.

The applause gradually stopped.

"Ten points from Gryffindor," Snape said coldly. "Mr Anderson, you seem to have forgotten that I warned you last term not to do your **** experiments in my Potions class. ."

At this moment, the Gryffindor students' faces were full of astonishment, but they were replaced by anger.

If it were another professor, twenty points would not be too much, and Snape would be fine if he didn't, and he made an excuse to deduct 10 points from Gryffindor.

"I think people don't like the use of herbicides, mainly because of the taste of the medicine." Albert didn't care that he was deducted points, and continued, "The improved herbicide will definitely be widely used by everyone. Welcome. Maybe someone will be willing to pay for this recipe."

"No one's going to pay for your formula," Snape sneered. "No one usually uses herbicides at all."

"Then why do we learn to prepare this potion?" Shanna asked, raising her hand.

"Quiet." Snape was very annoyed at the girl's unauthorized question, but answered her question, "Sometimes, we use herbicides to deal with some dangerous plants, or open up a clearing. No one sprays it in flower beds, where the flowers will also be killed by the herbicide."

After Snape announced that the get out of class was over, everyone packed up as quickly as possible and left the Potions classroom as quickly as possible. No one wanted to linger in the smelly classroom.

"Are you really going to sell the herbicide formula?" Fred felt like he was dreaming right now.

"Sell, why not?"

"You haven't seen the expression of the old bat just now." George winked at Albert and said excitedly, "He was stunned."