The ideal is very plump, and the reality is very skinny.

That's Melda.

Originally, according to his estimate, all he had to do was fill in the blanks.

But when he gradually went deeper, he found out what Lao Zi's fill-in-the-blank questions, and what he obviously had to do was reading comprehension.

There is no standard answer not to say.

What's even more terrifying is when he brings mathematical formulas into magic.

Do a question three times, and the answers are all different.

It's also a joke.

He must have undercounted something, a variable.

But no matter how much Melda calculated, she couldn't figure out what the variable he was missing was.

After a few days of agonizing, Melda finally decided that he might as well put the headache aside.

The subject that Estes left behind was indeed difficult, and there was a key point missing, and that feeling of inspiration never came.

This kind of 'epiphany' is hard to come by. He had no choice but to divert his attention and focus on researching potions.

I have to say that the inheritance of the Estes family is quite rich.

Among them, there are even more potion recipes.

The formula for Melda's new research is a recipe that had been lost by the original family, but he had rediscovered it from the research memories left behind in Accra.

It has a colloquial name: Eagle Vision Potion.

After taking it for a certain period of time, it can greatly enhance the user's vision.

It's not a precious magic potion. Because it has a very limited role.

And Melda herself knows several spells that can directly enhance her eyesight.

So this recipe is a bit of a chicken for the mage.

However, Melda's reason for researching the potion was not for herself, but for Harry's sake.

He was miserable by his previous potions, and served as an experimental guinea pig for a while.

Melda hopes to improve the potion, which does not require super vision, as long as it can cure myopia.

He knew that Harry's myopia was hereditary, not acquired. The disease is largely incurable in today's Muggle world. But potions might be able to help him.

For the next few days, Melda spent the rest of her days in the Potions classroom. Of course, it certainly wasn't because Snape was kind enough to help him.

Well, the above is purely an excuse.

He's been researching potions for the past few days only because the potions he 'invented' have been sent to the Ministry of Magic for filing.

Probating a new potion recipe takes a lot of time and experimental data.

Originally, Melda was completely uninterested in this kind of thing, and it was already good that he could generously contribute the potion formula, but you are still afraid that there will be a problem?

The master is too lazy to serve.

In the end, it was Lao Deng Tou who personally found him and talked with him for a long time.

In summary, there are two reasons:

One is that this potion recipe will most likely bring him a Order of Merlin Order 2nd Degree.

The second is because of the magic school potions tournament. I guess it's a contribution to the school or something.

Anyway, Dumbledore was under all kinds of coercion and temptation to make Melda limit her determination and study potions.

But a new problem arises, and the study of potions at Hogwarts requires the best of the mentors. And the only one in Hogwarts who can help Melda is...

Our dear Professor Snape.

Gan !!

Seriously, for this reason, Melda also deliberately got a hawk vision potion, hoping that Snape would be able to be a man after all by using Harry's face (crossed out) Harry.

The result?

Just as Melda had expected, that guy was a son who didn't have the slightest mentor at all.

Throughout the Potions classroom, their conversations are basically as follows:

"Oh my God, someone would mix the grass roots of a mandrake into a potion recipe to cure myopia. I can't imagine if he has a brain. ”

"Hmph, that's a great idea, add gill sac grass! Is someone trying to suffocate their friends? ”

"I still think highly of you, Melda, I can't imagine that it is a person standing next to me, not just a baboon."

"Abyssinian wrinkled figs, awesome choice. If you want to murder someone, trust me and let him drink this potion and the results will be immediate. ”

...

I really want to fucking pour it on you.

Melda scolded in her heart, is this person showing off that he has a long mouth?

I can't stop thinking about it. You can do it! What does it mean for me to suffer here?

Spicy chicken. The master is gone.

Originally, Melda wanted to hold back and say this sentence out loud.

Until he saw that his elementary potions were going crazy for experience...

Yo! Professor Snape continued to curse! Haven't eaten? Or the student will give you a meal.

————

Just like this, the two who greeted each other's mother on the surface and the other who greeted each other's mother in their hearts stayed together and studied for a week.

After Melda walked out of the potions classroom with the bottle in a trance, he burst into tears.

Hogwarts had no one else who could stand Snape except Harry, and he, Melda, made history.

Hold back that there is no record of Arvada gnawing on the face of a large melon, Husnape.

Harry, I've suffered a lot for you.

Woo woo ┭┮_┭┮.

...

At dinner, Melda dragged her tired body to the Great Hall, where he sat down on the Gryffindor bench, his arms pressed against the table, and his whole body looked decadent.

"What's wrong?" Ron, who rushed to cook on the side, was the first to spot a mass of 'unidentified creatures' lying on the edge of the table.

"I haven't seen you much in days."

"I don't want to talk, I'm tired."

？？？

Ron's mind was full of question marks, but he was still very interested in not asking anything more.

Anyway, with Melda's character, he will definitely say it himself after a while.

He couldn't hold back to show off.

Sure enough, after seeing Harry walking with Hermione, Melda, who was lying on the table, shook, and the carp rolled and jumped.

Walked straight in front of Harry.

"For you."

Melda took a bottle of potion out of her pocket with a blank face, shoved it directly into Harry, then turned and sat down decadently, lying on the table.

"What is this?" This sudden scene did not frighten Harry, who had long been numbed by Melda's startled nature.

Remembering the week spent in the hospital due to a Quidditch injury, Melda tricked him into drinking all sorts of potions.

This caused him to feel a little scared when he was holding the bottle in his hand now.

"A magic potion for myopia." Melda, who was lying on the table, snorted.

Afraid that Harry would not believe it, he immediately turned his head and whispered with a pair of charming eyes, "You have to believe me!" ”

"I..."

Harry, who was stunned, wanted to say: I believe you are a big-headed ghost, do you pit me less?

However, in the future of his life, he still didn't dare to say what came out of his mouth.

When he says it, the devil knows how he will destroy himself.

"Alright, alright, I don't lie to you, this time it's true. I swear by Snape's hair. Melda said angrily.

Well, poor Harry has changed, and he is not as obedient to himself as he used to be.

"Really?" Although he received a reply from Meldaken, Harry was still a little worried.

However, after hesitating for a long time, he still chose to believe him, and then opened the bottle cap and took a big sip.

"Huh?"

"Doesn't taste good?" Harry said subconsciously. Potions are herbal extracts after all, and most of the time they don't taste very good. Generally speaking, it is bitter.

"My eyesight seems to be declining?"

The potion was down, and Harry suddenly felt that the things in front of him had become a little blurry, and he subconsciously rubbed his eyes, but it had no effect at all. The vision that was still clear suddenly became blurred.

"Stupid!"

"Take your glasses off." Melda laughed at Harry's sudden stupidity.

Isn't this guy usually very smart?

"Oh..."

Harry, realizing that he had made a fool, lowered his head in embarrassment.

Reached down and took off his glasses and slipped them into his pocket.

"Oh! See clearly, see clearly. ”

Harry exclaimed excitedly, his eyes glinting with a faint glint looking around, his face full of joy.

Yes! Did Daniel's charm explode when he took off his glasses?

That's a damn sweet smile. In particular, those eyes are stunning.

You can't imagine the beauty in front of you.

Delicate skin, smart temperament, and beautiful long fiery red hair that shakes back and forth with her neck.

Plus her delicate countenance and her eyes with light. It's a killer for everyone present.

This includes an unknown person with the surname Malfoy hiding among the Slytherin crowd.