The Potions classroom is in the basement, and the herb room is outside the castle. However www.biquge.info students need to register in the Potions classroom first, and after they have a test bench, they can go to the herb room to apply for raw materials. Most of the ingredients are free of charge, or can be taken for free within a certain range depending on the grade level to which the student belongs. But for cram students such as Zhao Mai and Tolkien, there is no such preferential treatment at all.

It's March, and at the end of June, the placement test will be held, so it's actually only about four months, but their tuition fee is actually the same as the annual tuition fee of ordinary students! Even if Ado eats a lot of food, when he eats a buffet, he can "earn back" part of the tuition fee to a certain extent, but on the whole, it is a "loss."

Now that all the herbs are charged, how can we not make these tutors angry?"It's unreasonable to actually use education to make money!" "This is so unfair! You must know that we will also be wizards in the future!"

The caretaker of the herb district is Mr. Bu Qite, who is a dwarf. Despite standing on a stool, he was half a cut shorter than the group of tutors. Bu Qite kept waving his hand and said anxiously to everyone: "This is the school's rules, this is the school's rules. When we prepared the herb room, we didn't expect a lot of extra students, so we had to purchase raw materials from outside, so we had to charge a fee. ”

"We've already paid our tuition!" the crowd began to push, and after a while another voice appeared: "Take your shoulders off, you German!"

"French chicken, shut your mouth. Don't you have a magic school in France, what's the matter with running to England?"

"This is my Allied territory, the Germans should get out!

"What's the point of mouth? Come, pull out your wand and see how good you are at magic? Whoever loses will get out!"

Tolkien was still looking at the back of the crowd, and suddenly felt an extra hand on his shoulder, and then he was dragged away by Zhao Mai. The two of them bypassed the crowd of onlookers, quietly exchanged a large package of various herbs, and then prepared to sneak back.

"It's called making a lot of money. Zhao Mai said: "Let them fight here." ”

"I didn't expect the world war outside to affect this as well. It's a good thing the wizard didn't participate, otherwise the spell would have been flying on the battlefield, and I don't know what kind of tragedy would have happened?"

Zhao Mai shook his head: "I don't think so. On the battlefield there is only killing and being killed. So excluding the magical effects and simply killing people, do you think wizards can stop bullets and cannonballs, or wizards' spells are stronger than bullets or cannonballs?"

Tolkien thought back to his memories of the battlefield. The whistling machine guns on the banks of the Somme, the overwhelming sound of shell explosions, the rumbling tanks. The flamethrower blazed blaze, and the smoke of the gas bomb enveloped like a wall of fog. He found that whether he was burned to death by the flames created by the spell or burned by the flamethrower on the battlefield, the pain level was different, but the result was really the same.

The two of them walked out, and the two cram students in the crowd were already beating with their wands. They chant incantations constantly, but most of them are not very bright, and the most effective of this is to tear each other's clothes or simply dye them. Suddenly, there was an exclamation from the crowd, and Zhao Mai heard the spell "faint to the ground". Then he was struck by the spell, staggered forward, and then stood still.

Looking back, the two men were still shooting spells at each other, and the energy of the spell flew out of the wand, and it was bounced out due to the unstable power. That's how the spell that hit him just now was bounced off, and it was one of the stray bullets. The crowd of onlookers shouted and dispersed, for fear that they would be affected. Zhao Mai frowned, the spell that hit him just now was very powerful, and the energy was also very solid, not like these two people could release it if they were messing around.

"What are you thinking?" Tolkien pulled Zhao Mai: "Don't look at these two fools, they are beating around here like children, and they will definitely be punished." ”

Zhao Mai nodded, looked around again, and found no suspicious people, so he could only leave.

Shortly after they left, three men in black school robes gathered together and whispered, "Why isn't he affected?" Giles, is there something wrong with your stun charm?"

"Buck shut up, do you want to try my stun spell for yourself?" said Giles, but still looked at the wand in his hand. "When I hit it, it felt like the spell had hit a wall, and there was no feeling of reciprocation, and the energy dissipated. ”

"You're not going to be dizzy, are you? That's a cram student, how can it be like a wall? There must be something wrong with your spell. Buck pouted. "Forget it, let's find a chance next time, he's not the only cram student. I don't know what the idiots at the Ministry of Magic think, they actually agreed to let so many Muggles grow together in the school!"

"Isn't it all Dumbledore's fault? Why fix the wizarding spell if you have nothing to do? The more Muggles you plant, the more wizards' power will be infected by them, and the wizarding world will get worse and worse. We must remain pure-blooded! Only in this way can we secure the future of the wizarding world!"

Pure-blood students look down on half-breed students, but at least admit that they are part of the wizarding world. Wizards who emerged purely from non-wizarding families, the so-called Muggle species, were considered a mutation, the result of unstable magic. Many wizards, not only pure-bloods, but even some half-bloods, have a prejudice against the Muggle race, because the instability in their bloodline can lead to a decline in the wizard's abilities, and even lead to more "squibs" - that is, people who cannot do magic.

This perception is not the first day it has appeared, and the debate has always been there, but it has only erupted in a concentrated manner after the recent batch of "Muggle seeds" entered the school and were given the "privilege" of skipping grades. Especially for those students who will have younger siblings entering the school, they will feel that their educational resources are suddenly being squeezed out, and they will naturally be very unhappy.

It's just that they didn't expect Zhao Mai's spiritual barrier to be able to block the sleeping spell.

Tolkien and Zhao Mai were the first to return to the Potions classroom, and then they started to get busy. Depending on the subject requirements of the exam, they need to successfully configure emetic, fire and insulating agents in order to pass the first round of the exam. These three potions are relatively simple, do not use many raw materials, and do not require too difficult manipulation of mana.

"Chop the bellflower petals to the size of a grain of rice, put in while the liquid is boiling, stir three times clockwise, five times counterclockwise. Tolkien followed the instructions in the book and carefully completed it. Although he was a literature teacher, he had also studied chemistry and knew how to use alchemy props. In a short time, he finished the emetic, a pale orange sticky potion, which makes people sick to their stomachs when they smell it.

"It's not that hard, let's move on to the next one. Tolkien rubbed his hands together and confidently flipped the book back.

In this round, Zhao Mai was his assistant and helped him prepare the materials. However, Zhao Mai did not start preparing for the next one as he said, he was still thinking back to the previous potions, and felt that he should be able to do better. (To be continued.) )