"... Yes, right now, put the powdered wolf poison aconite stems and leaves in. It should be noted that its toxicity is a very effective catalyst, but therefore, the potions used must be strictly controlled. ratio."

In the potions class classroom, there are a lot of misty puppets, and when you are inside, you can feel some inexplicable suffocation.

This step is the most critical step in preparing a living **** potion, because in this step, the preparation environment will be infected by the poisonous gas emerging from the crucible.

That's why not only several pots of poisonous gas can be placed in the classroom at the moment, but everyone also wears magic masks that filter air.

"The effect of the Living Hell Pharmacy is to make the user drowsy and suffocate, and during this period, the physical function of the user will gradually stop. When a patient is seriously injured by the spell and it is difficult to support the treatment, the therapist They'll use the potion to try to delay the rate of damage. "

Bislaghorn was walking through the various groups in the classroom while talking about the properties of the potion. After talking about the actual use, he turned to:

"We have already learned the potion of living **** at the beginning of the semester. Based on your hard work, I think everyone can still remember it clearly. But please note that we are now preparing an improved version of the formula I studied. , Although its effect is slightly worse than the original drug, but the cost of preparation has been greatly reduced ... "

At this point, Slughorn coughed, and once again aroused everyone's attention.

"Dear students," he said, "Maybe some people think that in order to save Jin Jialong, it is a wrong way to ignore the weakening of the efficacy, but the teacher must say here-many herbs in the past are on the verge of modern times. Extinct. "

因此 "Thus, although it is important to work on the breeding of endangered plants like Professor Sprout, potions like us also need to address the limitations of potion formulations as much as possible from another angle."

"Know that when someone who lacks Jin Jialong desperately needs a potion to save their lives, providing them with an effective potion they can afford is also an important mission for our potions ..."

As a person, some aspects of this old bald child may be slightly biased; but when you look at it from the perspective of a potionist, he is obviously quite qualified.

"Mr. Weasley, pay attention to the weight, you put a bit more!"

After reminding Ron a word, Slughorn continued:

"I hope that everyone can remember the words I just said; and I also look forward to the fact that when you want to pursue a career as a potionist after graduation, you can create a more cost-effective formula."

I can't help but say that these words of Slughorn were not actually all he had come up with.

In the Hogwarts School of Magic, the course provides students who will soon graduate from the school with some professional experience and cautions for entering the society in the future.

This, of course, is also to prevent the little wizards from being immersed in some darkness from the outside world and insist on going on a correct and bright road.

Maybe this is the last lesson Hogwarts taught to all students!

However, even so, the influence that the professors in the school can give everyone is limited. When most graduates are walking on that bright avenue as much as possible, there are always a small number of people who will gradually deviate, either actively or passively.

Uh ...

Just as Hogwarts's potions class classroom was shrouded in mist of potions, a potion workshop in Cornwall was lingering with lavender smoke.

Thick and tight curtains, dim lights, bubbling boiling crucibles, batch test tube racks, and several potion crates stacked in the corner.

In the middle of the workshop, two long preparation tables extended from one end to the other, and the tattered domestic elves were bottling and packaging the finished medicine.

Along the two long tables surrounded by domestic elves, they continued to look deep into the workshop. Behind a personal preparation table filled with various potion preparation utensils, a witch with disheveled hair was indifferent. Stir the liquid in the crucible.

的 The environment here is obviously very different from other personal potion preparation rooms.

"boom!"

Suddenly, a bang sounded from the witch's crucible, and the domestic elves in the workshop shuddered subconsciously. But even so, most of the elves did not stop their work.

"Who allowed you to stop?"

The sorceress lifted the stirring spoon slightly from the crucible, then raised her eyelids, and looked at it coldly towards one of the house elf in front.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry, it's Rice's fault. Rice is no longer afraid--"

"Punishment."

"Yes, yes ... Master, Rice has made a mistake, and Rice needs to punish herself! Please forgive her for his fault!"

Xu Zheng said, the domestic elf suddenly grabbed an awl from the table, and severely pierced his own leg. But he just gritted his teeth and pulled out the **** awl again after a while.

"Master, Rice punished herself, Rice ... continue to work for the master."

Wiping off the blood on the awl, the domestic elf called Rice, despite the painful pain in the thin right leg that was still trembling, started the operation of bottling the liquid in the crucible.

At this moment, the door of the workshop rang with two knocks. The witch inside was a little impatient and stopped again to stir the stirring spoon that was going into the crucible again.

"Oh ... forget it, anyway, the bottom has been fried, and the success rate of this pot will not be very high."

Picked up the magic wand next to him, and tapped gently on the crucible. The medicine liquid that was still rolling in the crucible disappeared immediately.

You can see from her skillful spell-casting skills and relaxed silent spells, and she must not be inferior to potions.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk."

I waited for a few seconds, but didn't hear the response. The man outside the door slammed the gate of the workshop again, which made the witch's expression more irritable.

"Go and see who it is, don't put people who don't care."

或许 Rice, who had just made a mistake, may be looking for a chance to make up for it. When she heard her owner say this, he immediately bowed and said:

"Yes, Rice is here!"

As soon as the words fell, the elf flickered suddenly, disappearing from the long table with a slight crackling sound.

Uh ...

"Dunger, I remember your classmate is Slytherin? Is it reliable?"

"How do you say it? Although I haven't had much contact with her ... you know, how can a person like me be related to the young ladies in Slytherin? But when it comes to potions She is still very good. "

"I don't think it's easy to find Slytherin anyway!"

At the gate of the workshop, Mondungus and Sirius, a slightly strange combination, stood side by side, chatting casually as they waited to open the door.

And behind them, Lupin who came with him could not help saying:

"Sirius, don't always worry about the academy's problems. The wizard of Slytherin has a good guy. Not to mention, this is just one of the alternative workshops. If you want to cooperate, wait and see!"

In fact, this time they came to find a potion workshop that can provide healing potions in batches.

After all, although the main members of the Order of the Phoenix have maca to supply high-quality potions, they are obviously not enough in number to make them available to all members.

Especially, there is a group of non-staff members with an increasing number of people in Montongues. Although the wizards are basically working for the Order, they are not yet members of the Order.

提供 Providing them with some necessary guarantees will naturally give them more trust in the Order of the Phoenix.

"Crap."

Just as the three were talking at will, a domestic elf suddenly appeared in front of the still closed door, which made Lu Pingren temporarily stop talking about the subject.

"Three sirs, Rice asks you—Is there three, come to the potion workshop of my master, is there anything specific?"

Sirius didn't care much about the domestic elf, even if he saw the elf's legs still dripping with blood at a glance.

Anyway, he ’s had enough of Kriecher, the old man in Black ’s old house ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ I saw Sirius skim his head and waved his jaw at Montongus, , And then stood with his arms folded.

It was of course Montongues who took the conversation, because he was here with Sirius and Lupin.

嗯 "Well, is Ms. Higgs here? I'm her old classmate, Montongus Fletcher, and this time I have a cooperation on long-term potion orders and want to talk to her."

哦 "Oh, sir, please wait a moment, and Rice is going to explain to the host where the three come from-"

I said so, seeing that elf Rice was about to disappear again, Sirius on the one side skipped:

怎么 "Why? You can't open the door first and let us go in ... but you are the descendants of the pure blood family. Have you forgotten the most basic etiquette of hospitality?"

Among the people present, I am afraid that only the Sirs from the Black family were eligible to say this.

Ironically, he was the one who hated pure blood the most.

对 "I'm sorry, this gentleman ... but, the host never allowed Rice to let outsiders into the workshop, I'm really sorry ..."

"Huh?" Sirius heard that and raised an eyebrow. "Dunge, I don't need to go in this workshop, just cross out the candidate list!"

Lu Ke, who was behind him, quickly shook his head.

"Rice, isn't it?" He said. "Just go in and report! We're waiting here ..."

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