Hoffa chops Morat's tentacles into small pieces and sprinkles them into the cauldron.

The water in the cauldron suddenly turned red, which was one of the ingredients for the mana recovery potion.

Miranda was staring at the Potions Book nun muttering incantations as she stirred the cauldron.

Seeing Hofasa Morat tentacles, Miranda was stunned.

"Eh, Hoffa, aren't we going to make a shrinking potion today?"

Hoffa whispered, "Well, that's boring, I've recently worked on a new recipe that is particularly fun, let me do it." ”

"Well, okay. ”

Miranda pushed her glasses and switched places with Hoffa.

Take the crucible.

Before Hofa began, he instructed Miranda to cut the ingredients in the Potions classroom.

Then, he threw the cut raw materials into the crucible. It also doesn't matter if the dosage is correct or not.

Of course, his careless attitude to make potions was definitely not good, and as the ingredients plopped into the pot, the colors in the crucible became more and more strange.

Miranda looked worriedly at the boiling cauldron as she cut it, and the crucible had already begun to hiss ominously.

She whispered, "Hoffa, I've never seen any medicine made like this, are you stewing?"

"Well, don't talk, help me cut the daisy roots. ”

"Okay......."

After a few more throws, Hoffa's crucible began to turn the color of a neurotic expression, and the potion inside boiled violently, and the smell of burnt shoehorns emanated.

The classmates next to him couldn't help but frown.

Seeing that the potion is becoming more and more abnormal.

Bewildered, Miranda pulled out her wand and tried to stop it.

However, it was too late, with a bang in the crucible.

Hofa pulled Miranda to leap backwards with lightning speed, dodging the indiscriminate spray of the potion, and at this time, the entire Potions classroom pinched their noses and turned their heads.

Slagenhorn, who was immersed in enjoying Aglaia's performance, suddenly raised his head, he frowned, strode to Hoffa's table, pinched his nose and stretched out his head to look, and roared sharply:

"What is this?Horva, please explain!!"

The crucible was spewing colorful liquids, hissing off the table and growing strange branches on the ground.

Hoffa's expression was flustered, looking left and right, looking like Neville at a loss.

He's waiting.

In less than a second, it was as if the switch of the remote control was pressed, triggering some kind of event that would inevitably happen.

"Hmph, secondary mana recovery potion!"

A cool mocking voice sounded from outside the crowd, and Hoffa's heart was overjoyed.

Ha, hooked!

"It's just a recovery potion that failed to be refined, I didn't expect Bach, you want to engage in this kind of thing, it's really beyond your strength. ”

As soon as Aglaia, the princess of Potions class, spoke, and the class fell silent.

Aglaia crossed her arms and grimaced, making a look of disgust and impatience. But the ecstasy and excitement in her eyes could not be concealed.

Hoffa shouted unwillingly, "What does it matter to you what potion I refine?"

"Ha~?It's up to you, can you please weigh yourself?"

Aglaia pushed away the student who had stopped her, strode over to Hoffa's cauldron, and drew her wand and waved it.

The boiling crucible immediately calmed down.

"Morat's tentacles, lionfish backbone meal, porcupine spines, armadillo bile, plus a serving of magic root ......."

She squinted her eyes and reported the name of the dish as well as the medicine used by Hoffa.

"Tut-tut, Holva~ Are you a wizard of the eighteenth century? You can use this old-fashioned method, and you still use it in a mess. ”

This time, Hoffa was not angry, he secretly rejoiced. If you want to pretend to be forced, then let you pretend to be enough.

"Oh yo. Hoffa disdained. "It's like you're very good, you can do it!"

Aglaia grew more and more excited, and her eyes gleamed with a dazzling light.

"I'll go up, I'll make you stronger than you in one hand!"

She snapped Miranda away, and couldn't wait to snatch the rod from Miranda's hand.

"Look! If I come, I won't put so much red rat hair, because the tentacles of the Morat rat are only used to neutralize pain and relieve pain, not to enhance resistance, what is the use of putting so much?"

Her fingers quickly took out all kinds of potions from the cabinet, dismantled them with great skill, cut them open, and threw them into the cauldron with a dazzling speed.

(After a minute)

“...... And what is it enough for you to put such a little armadillo bile? Have you never heard of it in class, armadillo bile is used as a drug to improve intelligence, and the starting dosage should be more than 250 ml......

(After a minute)

“...... Porcupine stings were added to the potion without treatment, what the hell do you think? Also, this technique was eliminated by French wizards as early as 1821, and you are still using it, I really don't know from which corner you found the prescription......."

(After a minute)

“...... Hey, put so much daffodil root powder, what do you want to do, do you want to poison people? Or do you not understand the toxicity of this thing at all, I really don't know how your usual grades come from.......

(After a minute....... ）

“........ Hey, you really should improve your hands-on skills, Holva-san, otherwise I really don't know if you can graduate in the first grade......."

She was immersed in the joy of being a teacher, her eyes shining with intoxication, and she didn't care at all about Hoffa's eyes.

At this moment, Hoffa ignored Aglaia's sarcasm, he ran the meditation method with all his might, his spirit was as silent as a spider's web, and he carefully felt the changes in the potion.

The mana recovery potion was more complex than any potion he had ever refined, and he had to pay full attention. Don't miss a single detail.

Finally, I don't know how long later, in the dull eyes of the whole class, all the materials turned into tubes and tubes of small reagents in her hands.

Aglaia pinched the three small glass tubes in the air, scanned her eyes around, puffed her chest, and couldn't help but say proudly:

"Of course, as one of the most extensive and specialized wizard potions, the recovery potion needs to be refined in one final proportioning step. ”

She dragged out her tone.

"I dare say that this ratio is not known to many people in the world. ”

She raised her hand, and Hoffa was preoccupied to the extreme.

"The proportion must be ......."

"Ahem!!"

Suddenly, a deliberate coughing sound came from the crowd, interrupting Aglaia's gushing and the stunned expressions of the class.

Turning his head, Slughorn walked over.

Hoffa's face sank.

Slughorn, why did this old guy pop up out of nowhere?

I saw Slughorn looking at Aglaia with a shocked but emotional look.

"Enough, kid, don't continue. ”

Aglaia frowned and looked at the potion in her hand, the performance was interrupted, she was very, very unhappy!

"What for?" she asked unhappily, not caring about his teacher's identity in the slightest.

Slughorn didn't answer her, he looked at Hoffa seriously: "Bach, I'm glad you have the spirit to try, but this is a controlled drug of the Ministry of Magic, which is a kind of stimulant, and it is better not to try it in the future." If you want to buy it, you can go to St. Mungo's to apply for registration. ”

The students around him snickered, as if taking recovery potions was not a glorious thing.

Slughorn looked at Aglaia again and said dotingly, "The exquisite operation is simply art. It's a pity that this potion is protected by patent law, and I can't let you operate it in class, otherwise the school will be responsible if it gets out, and the impact will not be good. If you're interested, I'll take you to the Department of Drug Control at the Ministry of Magic next time......."

He kept reassuring him, so that Aglaia didn't pout and get angry anymore. She frowned and put the potion in her pocket, snorted coldly, and walked away with her arms in her arms.

Hoffa gritted his teeth secretly.

The Potions class really didn't match him, so he was short of this last step, but Slughorn came out halfway, and now he knows the complete recipe, but he doesn't know the final ratio, which is nerve-wracking.

.......

.......

After the potions class, Aglaia walked out the door sullenly, although Slughorn recognized her potions talent, but she had not finished refining the potions.

Moreover, Slughorn complimented her every time, which had already made her lose her freshness and even start to make her feel a little bored.

She wants more people to be convinced of her, more different people, especially the arrogant guy.

It's just half a pill, and that's not enough to make that guy bow his head......

Sure enough, Hoffa floated past her, not squinting. Aglaia was laughing and talking with her doglegs, but out of the corner of her eye, she locked on to the guy.

Damn! He still ignores himself! Does he think that he can't really refine the magic recovery potion?

Obviously, I can do it myself, but it's just a little bit short.

A little bit!!

The more Aglaia thought about it, the more upset she became.

Finally, she pushed away the people around her and followed Hoffa.

To live is to prove four words.

I'm better than you.

......

......

Damn Slughorn!!

Just a little bit.

Hoffa hurried away as he took out a quill and parchment to hurriedly take notes.

Although his spirit is higher than that of ordinary people, his memory is not bad. But it's hard to memorize all the recipes and instructions for such a long list.

He had to reminisce as he walked along the road to prevent himself from forgetting any details.

Walking to an unoccupied study room, Hoffa took the quill and parchment in his mouth and hurried in. I found a random spot and sat down and started recording.

Aglaia followed Hoffa to the door, and was about to go in and ask if Hoffa was doubting his skills.

Suddenly, he saw Hoffa writing something quickly in the room.

Huh? What is he writing?

Aglaia stood by the door, stunned for a moment. Immediately, her brow furrowed.

She's not stupid, she's smart. She'd just been caught in a self-proving frenzy, unconcerned by some of Hoffa's out-of-the-ordinary moves.

He hadn't done anything out of the ordinary for more than a month, why did he pick a 2X-level potion to craft today.

Why didn't he go back to the lounge with Miranda's peacemaker after class, but ran to the classroom to write and draw.

Aglaia rubbed her pointed chin, and gradually, her brow furrowed.

Syllable!

She slammed her fist into the palm of her hand.

Hahaha, bastard, actually stealing my stuff!

Aglaia couldn't help but be smug at first, and then her face turned gloomy.

If you dare to take advantage of me, this guy must have some ulterior secret. Hum.......

Aglaia glanced dangerously at Hoffa in the room.

In the classroom, Hoffa, who was recording the potion prescription, suddenly stabbed in the back, and the feeling of being targeted by evil spirits made him cold from beginning to end.

He immediately looked up at the outside of the classroom.

But I didn't see anything.