All Heavens: Transfer Students at Hogwarts

Chapter 281 Narcissus root powder and mugwort extract

After breakfast, the students all walked towards the classroom. Lin De's life was miserable and he had to cover for his own dean. He actually wanted to take potions lessons. For no other reason than because Snape and Lily took this class together today.

On the way to the classroom, Lily asked Snape: "Why do you suddenly want me to teach seventh grade? Didn't I not be allowed to interfere before?"

"If you feel that you are not up to the task, you can bring it up. I forgive an inexperienced potions scholar." Snape strode ahead with a straight face, and the witch had to trot to keep up with him .

"When will you get rid of this bad habit?" Lily said in a hurry, "When I was in school... I mean, you were the same before. You would never say anything directly, you would always beat around the bush, and you also liked to sarcastic people. .”

The old bat with fluttering sleeves paused for a moment and glanced back at Lily. The neatly dressed witch was not frightened by Snape's cold eyes. She raised her head proudly and looked at him with a strange expression of pity.

"...Dumbledore suggested that I leave the teaching job to you." Snape frowned fiercely and said reluctantly.

"But you are worried, so you are ready to try my level, is that right?" Lily smiled and followed Snape briskly, "What are you doing in that tower? Can I go and have a look?"

"Didn't De Lin tell you?"

"He only said it was a place for magic experiments."

"Then you don't need to know." As a member of the High Tower Secret Dating, Snape knew very well what confidentiality meant.

"Are you so stingy? Then I'll ask him personally."

When they rushed to the classroom, there was less than half a minute left before class. It could be said that they were on time, and now all the students were here.

Lily's arrival was a surprise to the seventh graders, especially the Gryffindors, who all welcomed her with smiles and applause.

"Quiet—" Snape drew out, and the dampened tone killed the applause in one fell swoop.

"Ms. Evans Collins is in charge of this class." After saying this, he sat in the corner of the classroom, took out a thick notebook and flipped through it.

The female teaching assistant showed no stage fright and asked with a smile: "Can any classmate tell me what you have learned?"

Percy Weasley, the president of the Male Student Union, raised his hand and answered: "Ms. Collins, recently we have been helping Professor Snape make potions. Mainly the potions of life and death and enhancers. There are also white moss potions and amnesia potions. Potions, elixirs, and palliatives.”

Lily glanced at Snape in surprise. The old bat seemed to be deaf, sitting motionless in the corner.

"So, are you going to make more potions this class, or do you want to hear something about the exam?"

Students all said they wanted to listen to content related to the exam. They were treated as free labor for weeks, and they grew tired of the repetitive content.

"Okay, then let's talk about what this NEWT is all about. I took this test and got a high score. Although it has been several years now, the teaching materials are still the same as when I was in school. . I think my experience can also be of guiding value to you.”

The female teaching assistant talked about many things to note during the exam, as well as tips on brewing potions. There were not many students in the classroom. There were only about twenty people from the four colleges combined. Everyone listened with great interest.

Seeing that half of the class was over and the enchanting scent of the potion hadn't wafted out, Snape finally couldn't help interrupting Lily's lecture.

"Ms. Collins, your exam experience is very touching, but the Potions class is not the place for you to give a speech. This is the lecture hall of the Potions class. As a teacher, what you should teach is not how to deal with the examiner with smooth words, but the art of manipulating the temperature , how to brew glory in a humble cauldron, to seek truth, and to hold back death - let not your still pleasant chatter fill this hallowed hall, but let the steaming mist and the fragrance of magic permeate every stone brick .Did I make it clear enough?"

Lily narrowed her eyes and retorted without hesitation, "If Mr. Snape has taught you the art of potions, I'm afraid that no matter how hard I try, I can only give you a false start on the foundation you have laid. I think what students urgently need is not to repeat the art of potions over and over again." Wen those magic pills that follow the crowd, but explore the loopholes in the knowledge system and make up for the flaws and shortcomings so that they can achieve high scores.”

When this witch showed this attitude, she showed a very proud and unyielding temperament. Lily was a strong witch, and she would part ways with her closest childhood friend just because of a humiliating word. She had only given in once in her life, and that was when she begged Voldemort not to kill her one-year-old son.

Snape's tough posture couldn't help but froze, and he suddenly asked coldly: "It seems that you are very confident in your knowledge reserve, so may I ask, what is the difference between Aconitum scaphoides and Aconitum wolfsbane?"

"They are the same medicinal material, collectively called Aconitum."

"Where can you get bezoar?"

"Simple, it's a stone that forms in the stomach of a goat."

The old bat walked up to the female assistant and looked down at her unfamiliar face, and then asked the last question: "What can you get if you add narcissus root powder to mugwort infusion?"

Lily's eyes twinkled. The "narcissus" Snape mentioned was asphodel, a type of lily. In ancient Greece, this flower was often considered closely related to death. Legend has it that people who lived an ordinary life were After the death of ordinary people, the soul will go to the Afu flower field to rest, and it is often extended to the sadness caused by someone's death. The flower language is: My regret follows you to the grave. And mugwort often suggests remorse, regret, and pain.

He does not mean that. Lily suddenly felt a touch of emotion.

She stared at the old bat's face in silence, which was gloomy and greasy, and his eyes were as dark as deep pools, just like the boy who lived in Spider End Alley back then.

"Can't answer?" Snape smiled complacently. "It seems that you are not qualified to teach seventh grade graduates."

"No, I know. This is the formula for the water of life and death."

Draught of Living Death, two raw materials symbolizing sadness are mixed together to create a potion of living hell in the wizard's crucible. Although the drinker will fall into a painless slumber, the experience is not very pleasant. Infusing the god's brain with the water of life and death requires a joyful agent so that the nerve cells will not fall into an excessive state of depression.

Snape coughed dryly and said, "In that case, why doesn't Ms. Collins demonstrate how to make the water of life and death?"

"Of course, no problem. I still want to compete with you." Lily said calmly, "If I can brew the medicine faster than you, does that mean that Mr. Snape can safely entrust me with the substitute teaching job?"

The students cheered excitedly.

The old bat snorted, "Want to be in the limelight? You won't get it."

The witch took out her wand and waved it, and the two worktables moved in front of them.

"Shall we get started?"