On the ceiling of the auditorium, there were large dark clouds surging, and the sky was drizzling. Below, at the Gryffindor table, Albert, Fred, George, and Lee Jordan were huddled together and whispered, with the latest issue of Incredible magazine in front of them.

Professor Smith's Boggart research was published in this issue of The Incredible, and Albert mixed up at the end of the article.

However, that's all there is to it.

No one pays any attention to it, it's like a grain of sand thrown into a lake, and it doesn't make any ripples at all.

Although this result is a bit unexpected, it is actually expected, there are so many people in the wizarding world in Britain, what else can you expect?

"What's the point of such a discovery?" George stared at the picture in Incredible magazine and looked at Albert suspiciously, "Solving a thousand-year-old mystery?"

"It should ...... Sort of!"

Albert didn't know what to say.

"What are you talking about thousands of years of unsolved mysteries?" asked Shanna, sitting across from them.

"This ......" Fred handed Shanna the Incredible magazine, who looked up at Albert in surprise after reading it.

"You're in a magazine again?"

The corners of Albert's mouth twitched, and he diverted the topic and asked, "Do you have classes in the afternoon?"

"There were two Potions classes in the afternoon. Shanna asked, puzzled, "By the way, why aren't you happy at all?" If it were me, I would have found a way to collect books and magazines that mentioned me. ”

"I'm not used to that. Albert said.

"By the way, I asked the Hufflepuff students at noon, and they said that Potions taught herbicides, and that there would be unexpected surprises. ”

"Herbicides? It's unbelievable. ”

"What's wrong?" they all looked at Albert in confusion, not understanding why he was so surprised.

"The smell of herbicides is disgusting. Albert frowned and said, "Can you imagine what it would be like to have a bad smell of herbicides in an underground classroom?"

"It should ...... Wouldn't it?" everyone began to make up for it when they heard it.

"I guess it's enough to choke. Albert felt that this was most likely Snape's bad taste, and that he could not have been unaware of the taste of the herbicide.

George and the others began to discuss whether they could escape by taking a leave of absence, and Shanna flipped through "Magic Potions and Potions" and began to study the textbook.

"You're not worried at all. Fred admired Shanna's calmness.

"What's the use of worrying?" said Shanna, turning her head.

The three were speechless.

yes, since you can't hide, what's the use of worrying?

After chatting with Albert for a few small words, marking a few key points, Shanna suddenly said, "Can you lend me the paper?"

"That's fine. Albert pulled the parchment from his bag and handed it to Shanna, who began to read intently, still looking for deficiencies against his own.

Since discovering that completing homework seriously can greatly increase experience, Albert's attitude towards homework has not been as casual as before.

At the very least, for the sake of skill experience, they will complete their homework carefully to speed up the upgrade of their skills.

"What homework?" Fred asked, turning his head.

"Paper report on the mucus of the Flober caterpillar. Albert said.

"Merlin's beard! I forgot about it. Fred's expression froze for a moment, then stood up in horror. It was not difficult for him to imagine that he could not hand in a qualified paper and was locked up by Snape.

George winked at Fred and said calmly, "I'm done." ”

"When are you done?" Fred's eyes widened.

"Last night, I asked you to join me all night to do it. George reminded, "At that time, you said that there would be time tomorrow at noon. ”

"Now let's make a copy!" Albert told Shanna to give Fred his paper, and asked him to copy it from his own, and then from Shanna's paper, a patchwork paper would soon be ready.

Fred picked up the quill and began to struggle with his head in the parchment.

Before Potions class, Angelina brings bad news.

"Quidditch training in the evening?" repeated George, "but isn't it training time for the Hufflepuffs today?"

The teams from the four Hogwarts houses will be divided into Quidditch pitches, and Gryffindor will always train on Wednesdays and Saturdays.

"Charlie said that the Hufflepuff team had something to do at the moment, so he switched places with us. Angelina said and looked at Fred and asked suspiciously, "What is he doing?" ”

"Do your homework. ”

"Is it too late?" Angelina shook her head, "I remember I'll have a Potions class in a minute." ”

"It's definitely too late!" Lee Jordan gloated.

"Shut up, I'm sure I'll be in time. Fred grumbled disgruntled as he copied his homework, "Can you be quiet, I can't concentrate." ”

"Quidditch training is really hard, though, and you have to go out and train in this bad weather. Shanna looked up at the clouds and rain overhead, then at Albert, and suddenly asked, "You don't want to join the Quidditch team because of that, do you?"

Albert noticed that many pairs of eyes were staring at him, and shrugged helplessly: "I'm busy, I don't have time to train." ”

"It's strange that this comes out of your mouth. Lee Jordan couldn't help but complain.

"Every day I read books, do homework, practice magic, attend clubs, write letters to others, and occasionally go to other professors' offices for tea and chat. Albert raised his palm and counted them one by one, "If I go to Quidditch training again, it won't be enough to split me into two." Moreover, human energy is limited after all. ”

"No matter how you look, you're more comfortable than we are. Shanna looked at Albert suspiciously, "I've never seen you busy. ”

"I'm busy every day. ”

This sentence was directly ignored by everyone.

"By the way, did that glowing spell you practiced last time work?" asked Shanna again.

"Barely mastered. Albert thought about the spell he had practiced a while ago, it was already level one, but it was only level one.

"Alright!" Fred interrupted the conversation abruptly, shaking the parchment in his hand excitedly.

"Is this really okay to get by?" said Shanna, taking the parchment and looking at it, apparently not believing that this method could fool Snape.

"Certainly not, but Snape won't say anything, there's a whole lot worse than Fred's paper. Albert took the parchment from Shanna's hand, glanced at the paper, and picked up a quill to help him correct a few places.

......

Before the bell rang, a few people hurried to Snape's underground classroom, which was even colder than the castle above, and there was a chill in the air.

Of course, the eerie chill may also have come from Snape's gaze on the podium, especially since he had just glanced at the homework he had put away, and his gaze fell directly on Albert.

"Today, we're going to make a very common potion, an herbicide. Snape withdrew his gaze and introduced the herbicide, "This potion is used to kill or remove plants, and is not to be consumed. Of course, I've never seen a fool drink an herbicide. As for why, you'll soon know. ”

At that moment, Albert felt a malicious smile on the corner of Snape's mouth.

“...... Note: If the ingredients are so-so, they will ...... during the boiling process So you need to pay attention to your steps, ingredients, and cooking time......" Snape explained, writing on the blackboard with his wand what to pay attention to when mixing potions, and then turned to everyone and said, "You have an hour, let's get started!"

The herbicide does not taste disgusting at first, but if the ingredients are added to the crucible in a strict order and quantity, the crucible will start to overflow during the cooking process, and many people will reach out to cover their mouths and noses.

As Albert had said, the herbicides that Snape had made them had no ill intentions at all, and the Potions classroom was soon filled with a disgusting smell.

"This is simply a thousand kills and eight hundred self-losses. Albert pulled out his handkerchief, wet it with water, covered his mouth and nose, and muttered quietly.

I don't understand how Snape could endure the smell of herbicides.

Alas, why didn't you learn the bubble head mantra?

"Ahh Fred retched towards his own cauldron.

Lee Jordan muttered, "I don't think anyone would want to use this thing." ”

"Has no one tried to get rid of the smell?" said George, who had also learned from Albert as he covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief, while stirring the potion in the crucible clockwise with a spoon.

"Eliminate the taste?"

Albert recalled the harvest from upgrading the potion boutique, and said, "Add some grated daisy root and nettle to maybe get rid of the smell." ”

"Are you sure?" Fred didn't dare change the recipe at will, who knows what would happen if he did.

"Just give it a try and you'll find out. Albert took the herbs out of his medicine box and began grinding the two materials in proportions.

Albert wasn't sure what would happen with that, but his instincts told him that it should work.

As for the amount and proportion of mixing, you need to try it yourself.

At this moment, the students in the Potions Classroom were all holding their breath and their faces were flushed, and they wanted to rush out of the Potions Classroom immediately and find a place to breathe fresh air, so as not to suffocate themselves here.

Before they could put it into practice, Snape was seen wielding his wand and sweeping away the terrible smell of the classroom.

The smell in the classroom was still strong, but at least it didn't suffocate them.

Soon after, Snape quietly appeared beside Albert, stared at the potion in the cauldron, and asked aloud, "Anderson, tell me, what is in your cauldron?"

"Herbicide, sir. Albert replied.

"Then why does your herbicide smell so light?" Snape had already noticed that Albert's herbicide tasted very light, as if it had been diluted with water.

"Well, I added a few other things to the cauldron before adding 2 drops of Flober caterpillar slime to it. Albert explained, "...... So that the taste of the herbicide will not be so unpleasant. ”

"You want to say you've improved the herbicide?" Snape's voice was soft, but loud enough for the students in the classroom to hear.

"I think so. Albert said.

At this moment, everyone looked at Albert and began to whisper, and some people sneered and prepared to see Albert's joke.

"Well, since Anderson thinks he's succeeded in improving the herbicide, then ......" Snape waved his wand, and somewhere he got a flower pot with some weeds on it.

Snape scooped up a spoonful of herbicide, diluted it with water, and sprinkled it directly on top of the weed.

After a few seconds, the weeds on the pot turned yellow at a rate almost visible to the naked eye, as if they had been exposed to the hot sun for too long and quickly withered.

There is no doubt that Albert succeeded in improving the herbicide.

Originally, the Slytherin students who still wanted to see his jokes were full of disbelief, and some even pinched their friends hard to determine if they were dreaming.

"Good. Snape stared at Albert viciously.

I don't know who took the lead in applauding, but the Gryffindor students also began to applaud, and the classroom was filled with applause.

"Quiet. Snape yelled.

The applause gradually stopped.

"Gryffindor deducts ten. Snape said coldly, "Mr. Anderson, you seem to have forgotten that I warned you last semester not to do your damn experiments in my Potions class. ”

At this moment, the Gryffindor students' faces were full of bewilderment, but then they were replaced by anger.

If it were another professor, it would not be too much to add 20 points, and Snape would not add more points, so he even found an excuse to deduct 10 points from Gryffindor.

"I don't think people like to use herbicides because of the smell. Albert didn't care about the points being deducted, and continued, "The improved herbicide will definitely be well received." Perhaps, someone will be willing to pay for this recipe. ”

"No one is going to pay for your formula," Snape sneered, "and normally, no one would use herbicides at all. ”

"Then why do we learn to conjure this potion?" asked Shanna, raising her hand.

"Quiet. Snape was annoyed by the girl's unsolicited question, but answered her question anyway, "Sometimes, we use herbicides against dangerous plants, or to carve out a clearing. No one will spray it in the flower bed, and the flowers in the flower bed will be killed by herbicides. ”

After Snape announced the end of class, everyone packed up their things as fast as they could, and quickly walked away from the Potions classroom, no one wanted to linger in the smelly classroom.

"Are you really going to sell the recipe for the herbicide?" Fred felt like he was in a dream right now.

"Sell, why not?"

"You haven't seen the old bat's face just now. George winked at Albert and said excitedly, "He was stunned." ”

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