The more advanced the potions, the more talent is needed.

Snape was right, Potions didn't require wizards to wave their wands stupidly, but mediocrity (Snape's stupid fools) couldn't feel it.

It was still cold, but Jon Hart's back was soaked with sweat.

However, his hands did not tremble in the slightest.

Whenever the settling of the bird's feathers appeared, he would estimate the amount of it in a matter of seconds, and then carefully add an equal amount of dolomite powder.

There was not a single misstep......

Until two hours later.

A thick white smoke flew out of the cauldron.

Jon quickly covered his nose and took a few steps back...... But his eyes still didn't leave the crucible.

As the potion inside the crucible boiled violently, the white smoke gradually dissipated.

Jon quickly picked the cauldron from the stove and opened it to see—

There was still liquid left that could fit almost two small crystal bottles...... A liquid that is completely clear and looks like water.

Yes, this looks...... There is no doubt that it is the elixir of truth!

A smile appeared on Jon's face, and he was greatly relieved.

He did it!

He succeeded in concocting a real high-grade potion for the first time.

He doesn't know how many times he has failed in the past eight months, and each failure has been a waste of half a month, but now he can be sure that the process of failure has been worth it.

Jon carefully poured the elixir from the cauldron into the two crystal bottles, the cuffs of which were sealed with tin foil.

One was in the Room of Need, along with his bottles and jars, and the other was in his bag.

......

By the time Jon left the Room of Requirement, it was already dark.

He's going to get back to the Hufflepuff common room early and recharge his batteries tonight...... After all, tomorrow at nine o'clock in the morning, the second project will begin.

However, when Jon walked to the hallway by the kitchen, he saw an unfamiliar face pacing there.

Hermione Granger.

How could she be here, Jon couldn't help but wonder a little.

Did she want to sneak into the kitchen and encourage the house-elves to riot?

Just as Jon was thinking, Hermione also saw him, and she hurriedly took the initiative to say hello and ran over.

Could it be that she made a special trip to find herself?

Jon couldn't help but be more curious.

Jon...... How are you doing?" said Hermione, stammering a little.

"Good......" Jon replied, hiding the curiosity on his face.

"That...... I'm reminded of the scene you had in your first project against the dragon......" Hermione said with some incoherent words, "I wasn't there...... No, I mean I paid close attention to those...... Using the devil's net and the devil's vine, what a genius idea......"

"Thank you!" Jon nodded, "Is there anything wrong?"

Hermione's face was puzzled, but she shook her head anyway.

"Nothing...... I'm just here to say hi...... Sorry to interrupt ...... Goodbye......"

With that, Hermione turned around and walked back down the hallway.

"Wait!" Jon suddenly stopped her from behind, and he suddenly thought of something: "Hermione, are you here to ask me how to pass the test of the second project?"

Hermione Granger's body stiffened slightly, and she turned around, her face full of apologies.

"I'm sorry...... I did have that thought...... But that's rude......" Hermione smiled wryly and nodded, "Because I really can't think of a better way...... I'm sorry, I'm so offended...... It's okay that you haven't been here...... Just act like nothing happened......"

Hermione began to speak, but became incoherent again.

The corners of Jon's eyes suddenly narrowed slightly...... It was a small movement, and even Hermione on the other side didn't notice it.

"You're waiting for me here!" he said calmly.

Hermione was completely stunned: "No...... No need to ......"

But before she could reply, Jon was already in the barrel.

......

Hermione Granger is a bit of a dilemma right now.

Suddenly, heavy footsteps suddenly sounded from behind her, startling her.

"Granger, what are you doing here?" asked a serious voice.

"I ...... I'm ......" Hermione glanced at Professor Alastor Moody, the Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, and didn't know how to answer.

And she was a little timid, afraid that her deeds would be discovered by the teacher.

"Professor McGonagall told you to hurry up!" Mad-Eyed Moody said coldly, "to her office." ”

"Right now, Professor Moody!" Hermione whispered, plucking up her courage.

Moody nodded, then limped away.

Hermione glanced at the barrel and then at Professor Moody's back.

Just as she gritted her teeth and wanted to leave first.

The lid of the barrel was pushed open again.

Jon Hart walked out, this time with something more in his hands.

"Take it!" Jon tossed a bag of things at her, and Hermione grabbed it with some smugness.

"What is this?" she asked, a little stiffly.

"Gills. Jon calmly introduced, "Taking a handful of this herb will grow gills and webbed fingers and toes, so that you can swim and breathe underwater for more than an hour. ”

Hermione shook her head quickly, she wanted to return the bag of gill sac grass to Jon.

"It's fine. Jon shook his head, "I'm curious though, if you're going to help Harry Potter or Victor Krum!"

Hearing Harry's name, Hermione gritted her teeth and made a decision.

"Help Harry, he's a good friend of mine, and Wickdor is just a dance partner he happened to meet. She whispered, her voice trembling again, "Jon, I don't know how to thank you......"

"Nothing!" Jon shrugged, "Harry helped me on the first project, too. ”

With that, he had already re-entered the barrel.

......

Jon suddenly had this intention when he saw the figure of Mad-Eye Moody (Barty Crouch Jr.) through the reflection of the window.

Because of tomorrow's situation, there will be a slight deviation from the original plot.

Dobby, the house-elf, might still be a slave at the Malfoy house, so there's no way he'd come over and give the cheek grass to Harry at this time.

At the same time, Moody certainly wouldn't let Harry go unprepared for a second project...... After all, he wanted to get Harry as good as he could.

Rather than let Moody's come up with something else......

It's better to take the initiative yourself!

The fake Moody hadn't gone far, and his magic eye must have seen everything here.

lest there be a big deviation in your own plan tomorrow.

。 m.