All Heavens: Transfer Students at Hogwarts

Chapter 304 Chapter Lily’s Success

Lily is very adaptable to the new atmosphere brought by the "Handbook". Potions textbooks focus on practical operations, and any whimsical ideas are applied in the crucible. Regardless of Ms. Helena's guidance and innovation, the underground classroom is always smoky Lingering, the crucible that should explode will explode sooner or later, and the accident that should happen will happen sooner or later.

Boom!

A cauldron that was brewing an improved version of the elation potion suddenly boiled, making a horrifying sound. The Ravenclaw witch standing nearby stared helplessly at the churning potion, while her assistant backed away in fright.

Lily stepped forward to check, and seeing that something was wrong, she quickly cast a spell to empty the pot of restless potion.

"What ingredients did you add to the potion?"

"Salamander scale powder, ma'am, is what the Handbook told me."

"Then this formula is unsuccessful, dear." Lily concluded, "Don't blame yourself, failure is just common. Remember to tell Ms. Helena what you found."

She looked around and said to other students in the classroom: "Go ahead and try, and don't forget to copy the successful formula with memory ink."

The senior wizards nodded, and then, all kinds of unexpected situations occurred frequently, either the potion on this side changed color, or the cauldron on the other side cracked.

"Huh, luckily it's Ms. Collins. If Snape were here, he would have been furious."

Some people couldn't help muttering, the voice of the old bat came out from the side door of the classroom, "Ms. Collins, come to talk?"

"Snape, it's still class time."

"I think it's necessary, teaching assistant." Snape specifically emphasized the role of teaching assistant.

Lily shook her head helplessly. She apologized and asked Linde for help, "Take care of the classroom for me, please?"

Lind was working as Percy's assistant. He smiled and told her to just deal with the old bat. The other Gryffindors gestured silently, probably saying "Come on." They regarded Lily as a lonely warrior who broke into the snake's den.

Lily came to Snape's office. A strange miniature lead cloud floated over the crucible. Snape sat behind the desk, wearing a pair of black-rimmed eyes, looking down at a black notebook. Lily knew this was not the Manual. Although it looked similar, the details were different.

"What are you doing?" Lily asked curiously.

She quietly approached the desk and sniffed the smell of medicine in the air. It was a strange smell that she couldn't describe, but it felt familiar to her. The memory of smell is the most profound. A smell often carries many thoughts. Lily felt that she had smelled a similar smell of medicine, but she just couldn't remember where it was.

"I should be the one to ask you this question. Collins, the Potions class at Hogwarts does not produce waste products. You are allowing these idiots to waste precious raw materials." Snape did not look up, and his hair, which had not been washed for several days, became wet. It became oily and drooped like an old blanket.

Lily asked back: "Is it possible that all potion formulas can appear out of thin air? This is a necessary waste."

"I don't think you have forgotten that their job is to be students." Snape looked up, his face was sallow and weak, but he was full of energy, and a little candlelight could reflect a bright cold light on his eyeballs, "examination The content of the textbook will not require them to use ingenious methods to make medicines, and those formulas that are not included in the teaching materials will be judged as wrong answers."

"...They are just verifying Ms. Helena's conjecture."

"It seems that you still don't understand Potions." Snape said meaningfully, "How much savings do you think Hogwarts has to allow seven grades and hundreds of students to continue wasting potions? Yield rate is a must According to the indicators, students make potions, and after selling them, use the profits to purchase new raw materials, so as to ensure that the school’s finances will not have a huge gap, and even make a small profit... I understand what I mean.”

Lily found that she couldn't refute, so she puffed her mouth in annoyance. This subconscious action reveals the ingenious charm of a young witch. She is usually serious and friendly, but some small actions are still childish. Women in their twenties often beautifully Leaves people speechless.

Snape's expression was slightly dazed, he quickly lowered his head, and continued to stare at the complicated formula in the book.

"Snape, are you busy now?"

"Yes, you can go. Remember to close the door."

"I'm just a temporary teaching assistant." Lily did not leave. She conjured a chair and sat down. "You are the professor of this course. I have reason to believe that you are squeezing my labor force."

"You have received your salary. Besides, I see that you enjoy class very much. You should be happy to be able to spend time with Mr. Potter, whom you admire." Snape pretended to be complimentary, but he didn't even raise his eyes.

"I want to resign."

"..." Snape picked up the ladle and stirred it clockwise in the crucible. He hesitated for a while before asking, "Can you hold on for a few more days? I don't need to interfere with your teaching."

Lily smiled and said, "I've never seen the potion you're making now. What's it for?"

"I told you it's none of your business."

Snape gouged out this pushy witch. The smoke from the cauldron continued to merge into the miniature clouds above. Soon, the potion in the cauldron dried up. He took out his wand and chanted a weather spell, and the clouds The regiment started to thunder and rain, and the pitter-patter of pitch-black potion quickly accumulated in half of the crucible.

Lily watched this unusual pharmaceutical process in amazement, but Snape's expression was not good.

"What, failed?"

The old bat looked dejected and livid, and nodded silently.

"Does your spell conflict with the potion?" Lily hit the nail on the head, "Let me help you. I have research in this area."

Snape didn't want to admit that he actually needed an assistant, so his eyes wandered and his expression was stiff.

Lily spoke before him: "I don't have to ask about what potion you want to brew, but as long as you make it one day earlier, you can return to class one day earlier. That's right, right? Then your wishes and mine are the same."

"I do not need."

"Ha, I remember that someone was defeated by me. Let a real master tell you what the skill of brewing medicine is."

Snape was very angry, and he trembled all over, but when he saw the smart and proud smile of the female assistant in front of him, he suppressed his words.

The witch held out her hand.

Snape stared at her white catkins with disgust, like staring at a ball of snails shedding their shells, and slowly stretched out his hand.

Lily secretly laughed at him for looking like a child. She grabbed Snape's hand and shook it generously. Her palm was as soft as narcissus petals and as strong as a mother.

"Okay, now that we've shaken hands, we've made a promise, and we're not allowed to go back on it, okay?"

Snape agreed by mistake, which made him feel very bad. Seeing the witch smiling as cunningly as a thief made him feel even worse.

He had no choice but to secretly comfort himself that everything would be fine once Lily was resurrected. At that time, this self-righteous Ivana Collins can also be out of sight and never bother her again.