The Potions accident quickly spread throughout the campus.

Smith McCaw became famous, and suddenly went from being an obscure little transparent to a heroic figure. Although Ravenclaw was deducted 50 points for this, most of the eaglets applauded, except for a small number of people who were disgruntled.

After all, everyone wanted to make Snape deflated, but there were only a handful of people who could actually do it, let alone the feat that nearly burned Snape's hair.

Smith was initially apprehensive, fearing that Snape would get him in trouble. In fact, as he thought, Snape's eyes were like Smith for the rest of the day, and he was unrelenting at every chance to deduct points.

Caused Smith to suffer from a phobia of Potions class for a while. But after a few days of being touted, his steps began to drift a little.

"Flame Master", hey! What a cool name!

On the way to confinement with Norin, Smith was still chanting his latest nickname.

"Put your smile away, or you'll be out of luck again."

Norlin reluctantly reminded that if Snape saw him looking so happy, he would just punish him, and he would lose his blood.

"Oh yes."

Smith closed his mouth, wiped his face twice, and suddenly asked a little timidly:

"What is Snape generally for?"

"Take a single horn, mix potions, organize potion materials, etc., I am more like an assistant, free coolie."

Norin shrugged and said, saying that it was confinement, but in fact, Snape didn't embarrass him too much, as for the yin and yang weirdness, it was his usual style, and Norlin was a little used to it.

As the two spoke, Snape's office was close in sight. Smith suddenly felt that the road he had come from was a little eerie, there was no one, only a few ghosts wandering silently.

Smith shuddered, glad he wasn't alone.

Snape was staring at something distracted, his eyes slightly misty. After spotting Norlin and the others entering the office, he reacted extremely quickly and put things in a drawer.

His face had returned to normal, and his black robe had been repaired and returned to its original appearance. My hair looks a little drier, and my hair is a little less oily.

Maybe he should thank Smith?

Norlin thought with a wicked smile.

A fire burned in the fireplace, and Snape's tall shadow swayed against the wall, like a devil in Smith's eyes that could devour him at any moment.

Snape glanced at Smith, unable to tell what emotion was in his eyes, threw him a long piece of parchment and a quill pen, and said with a sneer:

"I almost forgot to ask you to write a review, Mr. McCaw. Finish writing this piece of parchment, I can't finish it today and continue next time. ”

With that, Snape turned and walked away, and said to Nolin, "You come with me." ”

Smith was stunned as if he had been struck and held the parchment in a daze. Norlin couldn't help but lament that Snape's methods were ruthless enough.

A piece of parchment written all over ...... To say the least, it's worth a year's worth of Smith's homework. Whether Smith has that much vocabulary is another matter.

"Come on."

Norlin didn't have much experience in writing reviews, so he could only lip sync at Smith and say silently.

Snape walked over to his bench, turned his head to look at Norlin, who was following him, and said:

"I'll make potions, and you'll take notes. Look at it. ”

Norin is a little confused, what's so nice with a potion?

Snape didn't care what was going on in his mind, he looked at the boiling bubbles in the cauldron and began to move.

Norlin watched nonchalantly, and quickly straightened his eyes. It was only now that he realized how crude the method of refining potions had been. In contrast, Snape's concoction of potions was an art.

When Norin was refining his own potion, he always had to chop up and weigh each piece of material, always observe the color of the inner liquid of the crucible, and then follow the steps in the textbook step by step.

Although the final potion was exactly as described in the book, the process was inevitably a bit stumbling. Snape was different, holding his wand in his right hand and gesturing like the conductor of a symphony.

Daisy roots, four-leaf clover, figs, ice lemon juice, and other ingredients were extracted by Snape with the utmost accuracy, and the amount he needed was lined up in mid-air.

Snape's wand lightly dotted. Then, like a diver, the herbs entered the crucible in an orderly manner.

"Do you know what potion I'm making?"

As he leisurely manipulated his wand, Snape glanced at Norlin and asked.

Norlin was so stunned that he forgot to take notes. He thought about it for a moment and replied:

"Elixir."

Snape didn't blame Norlin for forgetting to take notes, but instead showed a faint look of pride on his lips.

"There are some side effects with regular euphoria, but I have a way to get rid of ......"

He squinted at Norin, his face as if to say, "You beg me, beg me, and I'll tell you." ”

Norin isn't happy, your cow belongs to your cow, but I have a reference answer, okay?

"Maybe just add a peppermint." He also squinted at Snape.

Snape's face froze, his hand shook slightly, and some of the powder of almond honeysuckle fell into the cauldron from mid-air.

He took a deep look at Norin, stopped talking, and concentrated on mixing his euphoria in a muffled voice.

Norlin smiled smugly, took out a pen and paper, and recorded all the highlights of Snape's dispensing operation.

Time passed, and the potion inside the cauldron gradually stopped bubbling, taking on a silvery-white moist glow. Snape took a small peppermint and gently placed it in the cauldron, and the next moment, the color of the potion slowly changed to a sun-warm golden yellow.

It is worthy of the name of euphoria, and it looks refreshing.

Norin stared at the potion, feeling a little better.

"I won't do the refining process a second time just now, it's your business to see how much you learn and how much you learn."

Snape said lightly, pouring the potion from the crucible into the reagent tube that had been prepared on the side, and not a drop was wasted.

The price of the rejuvenator on the market is not cheap, and each tube is a golden galleon.

Norin couldn't understand why Snape, as a potions master, was wearing his black robes all day long like a poor man who couldn't afford clothes.

"Thank you, Professor."

Spit and spit and spit out, and the necessary thanks are indispensable. Even if Snape's style is not very likable on weekdays, the potion aspect is enough to make Norlin awe-inspired. Not to mention the one-on-one special tutoring just now.

"That's all for today, let's go back. Let that idiot McCaw take the review book and give it to me when it's all written. ”

Snape waved his hand and didn't look at Norlin again. Norlin bowed slightly and walked away, pulling Smith, who had written the review with a golden eye, out of the office.

"Yaxley, I don't owe you anything......"

Snape looked out the window, and only a few stars twinkled faintly in the night sky. His eyes were deep, and he muttered to himself.