Azkaban students at Hogwarts

He checked four bottles of potions, ranging from light blue to dark purple.

"The effect is weakening...the effect is too strong."

He looked along Belby's notes one by one.

There were several materials that he had not thought of before.

Aconitum root, dried nettle, hellebore, salamander blood, griffon claw powder.

He scratched his hair and opened his notebook to look for possible clues.

The stories circulated among werewolves and the feelings of taking or mistakenly taking various medicines were all unfolded in front of him.

Several common wolfsbane potion formulas on the market are also recorded above, but they are either too toxic or too ineffective.

He compared them one by one, and from time to time he conducted experiments in another small crucible.

Unconsciously, Snape was behind him.

He peered over the tip of his nose at the formula on the parchment.

Until Roman came back to his senses, he was surprised to find that there was someone behind him.

"I don't remember asking you to do anything like this."

"You are not allowed to do anything until you get through this."

Roman quickly looked at the clock on the wall, "Professor, there are still two and ten minutes before new materials can be added."

"Idiot, watch first."

Snape said coldly, throwing another volume of parchment towards Roman.

He waved his wand, and the cauldrons in front of Roman instantly became empty.

All that was left was the pink potion he was still in, and a dark blue pot of unsuccessful wolfsbane potion.

Roman looked down at Snape's annotation and noticed that he had boldly adopted a potion blending technique.

The original idea of ​​​​the survival potion is to absorb the magic power of magical animals, and then use the magic power to force the body to grow, and then repair the damaged flesh and bones.

This requires a total of three bottles of magic potion, which should be taken in divided doses.

Its main inspiration comes from: polyjuice potion, enhancer, age-increasing potion, bone spirit and three kinds of black magic transformation potions.

But the pain of tearing apart the body was beyond human physiological limits, so Roman had no choice but to use the Living Hell Decoction in his repair potion to put himself into a coma.

This also makes the process of taking medication more dangerous.

Snape's idea was to boil the potions that were originally taken in sequence in three pots, and then add them in sequence to blend them into one.

This is something that only a master who is well versed in the principles of potions can do.

But the strange thing is that he used a completely different method to replace the role of the bone spirit in the formula.

Doesn't this seem necessary?

Roman kept working, and soon another pot of light brown thick slurry was brewed.

This pot will take 24 hours before proceeding to the next step.

He repeatedly looked at Snape's modified potion formula and felt that what he had brewed before was simply poison.

It's like being overloaded, without a license, drunk, or going down a steep slope without brakes.

In the world of potions, a life-threatening fool may be able to produce the effects of a master, but he will never be able to bring out the quality of a master.

Just like he could only give Belby information and inspiration, but could not guide him in specific operations.

But suddenly another idea came to him.

"Professor, regarding the wolfsbane potion, I think..."

But his words were cut short.

Snape straightened up from his seat with a cold face, his greasy hair seemed to be freezing.

"I won't answer questions that have nothing to do with my studies."

He spoke slowly and clearly.

As if Roman wasn't intelligent enough to understand such a long sentence.

Roman nodded, indicating that he would not seek death again.

Sure enough, it is simply a fantasy to want Snape to participate in the development of Wolfsbane potion.

He added the already processed mandrake slices to the pink decoction and watched it turn into a turmeric clear liquid.

Now it has to wait 72 hours.

He held the revised manuscript and looked at the several empty crucibles in front of him.

and did not leave.

Snape did not speak for a long time to end this extra lesson, and was busy writing something on the paper.

Roman was also happy to get some experimental materials here.He doesn't have the extra money to do these things now.

He continued the experiment until the owl was so bored that it flew onto his shoulder and started pecking at his head.

I wonder if the elm wood head will become enlightened after being pecked by a bird. Roman suddenly realized something——

"Professor Snape, if a Hogwarts student grinds wolfsbane aconite with moonstone and accidentally takes it..."

Snape's hooked nose moved visibly.

This kind of students should be destroyed. Who can mistakenly accept this kind of thing?

Seeing that the situation was wrong, Roman immediately changed his tune.

"Suppose a Gryffindor student accidentally takes this medicine, but he feels that it is not poisonous enough. However, he does not want to die, but also wants to feel enough pain."

"Then add five more pounds of castor beans." Snape looked at him coldly.

Roman quickly turned around and added half a grain of castor bean powder to a little dark blue potion in the smallest crucible.

The potion began to solidify at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He frowned and stopped what he was doing.

Snape's face was also covered in frost.He deliberately left this dark blue potion when he used the disappearing spell. He originally thought it was a test by Belby on Roman, but now it seems that things are not that simple.

Roman's face was also stiff.Belby's notes indicate that he also felt that dark blue was the closest to success, but also the most difficult to proceed with.

Snape added some armadillo bile to the cauldron next to his seat, and then looked at his watch.

It's almost six o'clock.

"I remember that you are here to make up lessons, not for confinement. You don't have to starve yourself to death here."

He stood up and waved his wand, and several simple plates and cups appeared on the table, including bread, water and thickly stacked omelettes.

Roman was a little surprised, but he obediently cleaned up the smell of the potion on his body, stepped forward and picked up a piece of bread.

Snape ignored him, chewing bread but still thinking.

He hated werewolves, but he hated himself even more for having doubts about potions.

He felt that there was nothing wrong with his thinking.

Wolfsbane Aconitum is toxic enough, but cannot be stably used as medicine without treatment.

The processed Wolfsbane Aconitum needs stimulation from other materials to amplify its inhibitory effect on wolf nature.

Everything was right, so why did the balance collapse again?

The irritation between castor beans and wolfsbane aconite is not what it should be.

That kind of coagulation is obviously evolving in the direction of poison, and what is needed in this potion is actually not toxicity.

"Powerful poison." He murmured to himself, "Powerful poison must require a powerful antidote?"

Powerful antidotes can themselves disrupt the potion's balance.

"Where can I find something so weak and crucial..." Snape looked at the list of potions and materials in his inventory without any desire to eat.

Roman followed his eyes and looked at the material list. The materials on it were powerful and rare.

"If it really exists, I'm afraid it's a sacred object."

Snape put away the list of materials and waved his hand.

"Go back after eating."

Now it seemed that it was impossible for Roman to give Belby any reply, and there was no point in staying.

As for him, he needs to think slowly and even start from scratch.

"Same time tomorrow..."

He was talking, but found that Roman was not paying attention.

In fact, Roman always felt that what Snape said just now had been seen somewhere recently.

What have you seen recently?

textbook?

Potions book?

notes?

Then after getting the grapevine wand, I looked up some stories about British druids. Most of them were already myths, or involved myths.

Nothing more - he smiled to himself, how could something from myth be used.

He wanted to lower his head and say "Goodbye, Professor", but his eyes caught a glimpse of the pile of thick fried eggs.

Neither of them touched the thing.

But this morning, there were two red-haired boys, and each of them ate one while facing Filch's pursuit.

Why is Filch hunting them down?

Remember quickly.

This is really important.

He recalled the Weasley brothers' conversation over and over again.

"We just hung a little sprig of fruiting mistletoe on the armor in the hallway..."

Yes, the sacred object of the Indruids!

As for the myth - Loki instigated the blind Hodr to kill Baldr, the god of light, with mistletoe!

That was something he had heard in his previous life.

Roman jumped up suddenly and rushed out the door.

Snape followed.