Chapter 025: The Wonderful Use of the Chaos Elixir

"Ahh Catherine exclaimed in a low voice, "I thought the wizarding world—"

"Humph! There are people who are willing to fall into the realm. Snape sneered, "For the sake of fame, for the sake of wealth, for the sake of endless desires, they always have a terrifying drive." As he said this, his left hand suddenly shook.

Anyone who knows Snape knows that he is a super mean, ruthless and ruthless guy, who can keep his face expressionless even in the face of an angry Voldemort, what would such a person be afraid of about women?

"Is it—" Catherine slowly uttered her guess, "those ladies have sold you their daughters. ”

Snape's left hand shook again.

Growing up, Snape was surrounded by disdainful gazes, but when he waited for Voldemort's appreciation to become one of his most trusted subordinates, when he accepted Dumbledore's appointment as the head of Slytherin House, and when he became the youngest Potions Master ever to work hard, those eyes changed completely.

And the noble ladies and ladies, who had all these times regarded him as garbage, suddenly gathered around Snape, desperately trying to introduce them to his daughter or son, no matter how great his anger was, no matter how terrible his threat, these women always rushed at him without regard for their own safety, so that in recent years he did not dare to go anywhere except Hogwarts and Malfoy Manor, not even to appear in public, let alone attend those gatherings with a certain meaning.

"Professor!" Realizing that she had guessed correctly, Catherine immediately dragged her chair in front of Snape and asked curiously, "Haven't you taken a fancy to any other woman except my mother after all these years?" ”

Under the persuasion of the people around him, especially the gossip of a super-enthusiastic guy, Snape also considered his own marriage problems, but the only feeling he had when the women or men who were recommended to him was - "Disgusting! ”

"Disgusting?" Catherine was puzzled, the person who could be marketed to Snape was definitely well-dressed, why did he feel disgusting?

"It's like a potent potion of chaos!"

"Gross!" Catherine immediately covered her mouth and ran to the kitchen.

Don't blame her for overreacting, because the Chaos Elixir is so unique, it has a very beautiful color, it has a very nice smell, but it tastes so disgusting.

Because Snape required his disciples to make the first potion of their own zuò to be alive, and there was only one sentence in the book describing the taste of the elixir of chaos—absolutely unforgettable, both Catherine and Draco used the most potent recipe and experienced the incomparable taste for themselves.

Catherine just licked it, spit out everything she could, and then she couldn't eat anything for three days, then she couldn't tell the direction for a week, and she didn't dare touch any potions for a month.

Draco, on the other hand, was very brave enough to drink the whole bottle, foaming at the mouth on the spot, unconscious, and went to St. Mungo's rescue for a week, followed by three months of nausea at the mention of the word "chaos", and for a year he became allergic to anything that had a beautiful color and smell, and it was not until three years later that all psychological shadows were removed.

So Catherine could have imagined how terrifying a whole pot of the most powerful potion of chaos could be.

Looking at the figure of Catherine Wolf Bèi running away, a smile appeared on the corner of Snape's mouth, he was not lying, but for the psychology of the girl's gossip, he didn't mind exaggerating the description and punishing it a little.

"Professor!" After calming down her body's violent reaction, Catherine shouted angrily, "Do you want me to go hungry today!" ”

"I'm just letting you remember," Snape sneered, "don't learn from the shortcomings of certain people. ”

"Are people just worried?" Catherine walked over to Snape, "If you suddenly get married—"

"Impossible!" Snape interrupted her directly, glaring at Catherine in displeasure.

"You—" asked Catherine cautiously, "and still love her?" ”

Snape reached out and brushed the hair from Catherine's face behind her ear, and carefully studied the familiar face for a long time before slowly opening her mouth.

"I don't know." Snape whispered, "She's like a ray of sunshine." ”

"I want but I can't catch it—" Catherine couldn't help but take it, and then she noticed that Snape's love was excited, and she hurriedly shut up.

But Snape suddenly pulled her into his arms with all his might, hugged her tightly with his eyes closed, and his body trembled violently, as if she would disappear at any moment.

Catherine realized that she had really said the wrong thing, so even though she knew that she was reluctant to be taken for Lily, she could only reach out and put her arms around Snape and gently pat him on the back to comfort him.

Catching the sunshine in his heart for the first time in so many years, even if he knew it was fake, Snape couldn't stop the urge, he just hoped that time would stop in this moment and allow him to experience it a little longer.

When Snape opened his eyes again, he found himself sitting on the couch in the living room, but it was nearly dusk outside, and he jerked his head down to see that he was holding a tumbler with a deer's head.

"Is this—retribution?" Snape picked up the white puppet in displeasure, and the familiar fabric made him instantly recognizable of its origin.

Just as Snape hesitated what to do, the secret door to the kitchen suddenly opened, and he quickly shrunk it into his pocket.

"How did I fall asleep?" Snape spoke first.

"I learned what you did at Christmas." Catherine glanced at Snape's left hand, which was still in his pocket, and placed the tray on the coffee table beside him, "I've been up for three hours, let's drink it while it's hot." ”

The familiar and beautiful color, the familiar smell, and the three hours of boiling time, if it were Draco, he would definitely think it was a bowl of chaos potion, but Snape just picked it up and took a big sip.

"I thought you were so busy that you didn't even have time to sleep, but I didn't expect you to have time to study cooking!" As a Potions Master, Snape couldn't have mistaken a potion, and certainly didn't expect him to praise anything other than a potion.

"Not including today, isn't it?" Catherine leaned her hands on the back of Snape's chair and poked her head out to look at him.

Snape looked at Catherine, and was about to say something when a red light suddenly appeared in the center of the living room, and Fawkes flew over him with a scroll.

"What's that?" Catherine watched curiously as Snape took another long sip of soup before reaching out her left hand to catch the fallen scroll while placing the bowl back on the tray on the coffee table.

"A list of potions to be used in the new semester in the Medical Wing." Snape said.

"But—" Catherine glanced at the list and saw something wrong with it, but her question had barely begun when she was interrupted by a "snap."

Catherine followed the prestige and saw Fawkes lying on all fours on the carpet twitching, and she looked at the bowl of soup that Snape had not finished drinking, and saw that the steam coming from it had an eerie blue color.

"Catherine, do you know how to 'cook' a phoenix?" Snape tossed the list in his hand, got up and grabbed Fawkes by the tail and lifted it off the ground.

"The Headmaster will kill us!" Catherine picked up the list and caught up with Snape as she walked into the kitchen, "If we dare to slaughter his birds!" ”

"Is all you have on your mind is food? Don't you know the value of a living potion material supply? Snape paused and glared at the girl, "What's more—do you think it's enough for dinner for the two of us?" He shook poor Fawkes a few times.

"You're right, Professor! Compared to the phoenix feathers, tears, and blood that can be collected in circulation, the taste that can only be tried once is a waste. It's just—" Catherine asked helplessly, glancing at Tracey, who was cowering up at her neck and conveying fear to herself, "You're not going to do this to my pet." ”

"If it makes some contribution on a regular basis!" Snape dropped the words and went straight to the underground room.

"You've heard me!" Catherine patted Tracey on the head and comforted, "Let's go see what happens to Fawkes!" ”

When Dumbledore saw his pet again, it was lying naked on a large plate like an Easter turkey, with eyes bigger than Fitch, its bare body covered with small red spots, two melon seeds cut very cleanly, and a strip of cloth tied around its neck that read "It stole my mess potion - S.S."

"Severus, you're—" Dumbledore was about to settle accounts with Snape, but the thought of what he had asked Fawkes to bring to the other party yesterday made him lose his teeth and swallow blood.

In the name of Madam Pomfrey, Snape made some potions that students did not need, and Dumbledore naturally asked Fawkes to leave some feathers as compensation, he did not consider the other party's habit of plucking geese, but he thought that his pet would not let it succeed.

Who would have thought that Catherine, who was wholeed, deliberately made a soup that was enough to make a fake and real, and Snape deliberately took a big sip in front of Fawkes, and then secretly added the real chaos potion, and the phoenix, who was as greedy as its master, was immediately hit and ended up in an extremely miserable end.

Catherine, who stayed up late with Snape to "cook" the Phoenix, didn't rush back to catch up on sleep until he went to see him back to Fawkes at dawn, but was woken up by a knock on the door before he could sleep enough.

"Eleven?" Catherine looked at the clock and couldn't understand why Snape had woken her up so early, the afternoon tea party had only begun at half past three, but when she listened closely, she saw that the knocker was clearly not Snape, because the sound was only up to his knees.

Catherine put on her cloak and got up to open the door, and then saw Mona, Narcissa's house-elf, who was much cleaner than Dobby and Bobbie, and was clearly a lady who was very conscious of her appearance, just like her master.

"Hello, Miss Catherine!" Mona bowed very respectfully to the girl who opened the door.