Although the success of the Fist of Justice potion was ridiculed by Snape, McGoss could not beat him for a long time, otherwise he would have let him know what it meant to respect the fruits of others' labor.

Snape reluctantly took the glowing white potion he handed over, and carefully read the scribbled recipe. He then followed his steps to make a potion again, and then drank the potion he had made in one gulp.

Although McGoth was confident in his potion, he was still as anxious as he was waiting for the results to be released.

Snape, who had closed his eyes for a while, slowly opened his eyes, and then looked at McGoth indifferently. The apprehension in McGoss's heart had not disappeared, and when he looked at it like this, a trace of something bad suddenly poured out.

Snape's arm flicked, and a fist grazed McGoss's ear at an unparalleled speed.

Slightly stiff side of the neck, McGoth had a sentence in his heart, mp couldn't speak, this Nima directly took the inventor as an experiment, is this something done by a wizard?

"It does look like it's exactly what you introduced." Snape ignored his face and said coldly.

"Although it seems to be useless at the moment, maybe it will be the same in the future."

Resisting the urge to continue to refute, he kept telling himself in his heart not to be like him, the potential of this potion was not something he could understand as a single otaku.

Maybe it was the constant self-encouragement that worked, or maybe he didn't want to suppress himself anymore. McGoth had forgotten that there were three copies of the Fist of Justice potion he had just made, and he had drunk one of them himself as a test.

So, the magic of the Fist of Justice potion was still in him, and the firmness contained in self-comfort was sensed by the potion, and then just as Snape was about to say something more, he only saw a fist suddenly appear in front of him.

It was too late to say that Snape didn't have time to take out his wand to stop it, just when McGoth thought he could punch him in the face with an expression of excitement and regret.

Another fist suddenly appeared from a very irregular angle.

"Bang!"

McGoth grinned as he watched the fist-to-fist scene, and he only had one feeling now, and that was pain. And now I don't feel any sensation in my right hand. I don't know if my finger is broken, so I quickly retracted my hand and kept shaking it. He felt that he would have to have a pair of sturdy gloves ready for him in the future.

Snape's face was distorted for a moment that McGoth hadn't noticed, but it quickly returned to its original form. Under McGoss's imageless movements, he looked very forced, slowly retracted his hand and put it down, and then looked at McGoth lightly.

Magos held back the pain and looked at Snape with a sneer,

"I didn't mean to, and I didn't expect the potion to get out of control."

"Don't take it as an example." Rarely, Snape didn't expose him, just said these words and let him go.

"Am I successful?" McGoth asked cautiously.

Snape didn't answer, nodded slightly, and told him to leave.

The joy of success temporarily suppressed the pain of the transmission, and he eagerly walked out of Snape's office, ready to announce the memorable news to his friends.

This task, which has been pressed down since last semester, has finally been completed this time.

After Magos walked out of the office, Snape took his wand in his left hand and cast the Door Lock Charm on the door, and then his flat expression vanished.

He frowned and looked at his slightly twisted right arm, it was not for nothing to use the potion to block Magos just now, the angle of blocking made his arm directly dislocated and twisted, if it weren't for his brain occlusion's extremely strong control over emotions, he probably couldn't help but let out a painful moan.

Healing his arm with a healing spell, he looked at the potion in his hand and fell into deep thought, the sudden fist just now gave him a new perspective on this potion, although its effect and lethality are very low, but it is undeniable that in many cases, this seemingly very chicken potion may have an unexpected effect.

Like what

When he was fighting with James' fuckers.

If he could have thought of this potion at that time, perhaps, it was the other party who was beaten at that time. Thinking of this, he picked up another notebook of his own, which contained some spells he had invented or improved.

Among them is a spell that Mygoth is absolutely familiar with—the Blade of the Blade.

Snape silently watched the spells, especially the Shadowless, which was deadly enough for an unsuspecting wizard, but unfortunately, he couldn't use it on his classmates at school, even if he hated them enough.

With an exhalation, he put the note back where it had been. Keep your eyes on the potions again.

"It's kind of interesting." An unnatural smile appeared slightly, and then the appearance of facial paralysis returned.

"Isn't that what I want?"

……

Ron was not the only one who was happy about the success of Mygoss's potion, the twins congratulated him as soon as they heard the news, and then turned around hoping to experience the effects of the new potion.

As for the proposer of the potion suggestion, McGoth was also very generous, and was ready to tell them the recipe directly, but they said that they did not need it, it was the result of his efforts.

In desperation, McGoth had no choice but to make it again. Looking at the twins who were happily departing with the potion, he was a little envious of the two of them who were always carefree.

Although McGoth felt that the prospect of the Fist of Justice potion was more than what he had depicted, after Snape's blow, he had to admit that the lack of power seemed to be as he said, and could only be compared to the magic of mischief.

However, this soon changed, and one day at a dinner party, he suddenly received a letter.

It begins with an endorsement of the potion he invented, then expresses optimism about the potion's prospects, and then expresses his desire to obtain his authorization for the potion to be added to one of the essential potions for combat. The end was a wizard he hadn't heard of.

After reading it twice, he was sure that he was not here to laugh at his letter, after all, there were not many people who knew about this potion at the moment.

He handed the letter to Hermione and looked at it, especially the person who paid for it.

"Sergey Boritvich?" Hermione recalled.

"Looks like a wizard who is good at potions, how did he write this letter to you? Is that potion really as good as he says it is? ”

He couldn't answer Hermione's question, and the strangest thing about him now was how the other party knew about the potion.

After questioning the twins and Harry Ron, and knowing that it wasn't them, he was going to ask Snape.

"I told him." In the gloomy office in the basement, Snape told him this directly.

McGoth looked at Snape in disbelief, you belittled me for nothing.

Snape glanced at him with a sneer,

"Since you believe in this potion, let the other wizards see if it works."