Chapter 39

Hoffa cut morat's tentacles into small pieces and sprinkled them into the crucible.

The water in the crucible turns red, which is one of the materials of the magic recovery potion.

Miranda was gazing at the potion book, mumbling incantations like a nun, stirring the red potion in the crucible.

Miranda was stunned to see Hoffa zamorat's tentacles.

"Well, Hoffa, aren't we going to make a shrink potion today?"

Hoffa whispered, "well, that's boring. I recently developed a new formula. It's very interesting. Let me do it."

"Well, all right."

Miranda pushes her glasses and changes position with Hoffa.

Take the crucible.

Before Hoffa started, he directed Miranda to cut all kinds of materials in the potion class.

Then he tossed the raw materials into the crucible, regardless of whether the dosage was correct or not.

Of course, it's impossible for him to cook magic potion with such an imprecise attitude. As the materials plop down, the color of the crucible becomes more and more strange.

Miranda cuts and looks anxiously at the boiling cauldron, which has begun to hiss ominously.

She whispered, "Hoffa, I haven't seen any medicine so refined. Are you stewing?"

"Well, don't talk. Help me cut the daisy root."

"OK..."

after a while, the color of Hoffa's cauldron began to look like a neuropathy. The medicine in it was boiling violently, and it smelled of scorched shoes.

All the students nearby could not help frowning.

See more and more abnormal signs of potions.

Puzzled, Miranda takes out her wand and tries to stop it.

However, it was too late, with a bang in the crucible.

Hoffa leaped back with Miranda's lightning to avoid the spray of liquid medicine. At this moment, all the people in the potion class held their noses and turned their heads.

Slaghorn, immersed in the performance of aglea, suddenly raised his head, raised his eyebrows, strode to Hoffa's table, held his nose, stretched his head, and growled:

"what is this? Holva, please explain! "

The cauldron was spraying colorful liquid, which hissed down from the table, and one strange branch after another grew on the ground.

Hoffa looked flustered, looking around, like Neville at a loss.

He's waiting.

In less than a second, it was like pressing the switch of the remote control, triggering some inevitable event.

"Hum, secondary magic recovery potion!"

The voice of Qing Leng's sarcasm rang out from the crowd, and Hoffa was delighted.

Ha, it's hooked!

"It's just a recovery potion for failed refining. I didn't expect that Bach, you want to do this kind of thing. It's really beyond your ability."

Magic potion lesson Princess agraia a word, the class are quiet down.

Agraia held her arms and faced sternly, with a look of disgust and impatience. But the ecstasy and excitement in her eyes could not be concealed.

Hoffa was unwilling to yell: "what medicine do I make is none of your business?"

"Ha? It's up to you. Can you weigh yourself up? "

Agraia pushed her students away, strode to Hoffa's crucible, and waved her wand.

The boiling crucible immediately calmed down.

"Molat's tentacles, lionfish bone meal, porcupine spines, armadillo bile, and a portion of farringia..."

She slanted her eyes and reported the name of the dish as well as the drugs used by Hoffa.

"Tut Tut, horva, are you an 18th century wizard? You can use this old-fashioned method, and it's a mess. "

This time, Hoffa was not angry. Instead, he was secretly pleased. If you want to be forced, then let you be enough.

"Ouch." Hoffa disdained to laugh, "it seems that you are very powerful, you can do it, you go up!"

Agraia became more and more excited, and her eyes sparkled.

"I'll go up? Go ahead, I'll make you better than you

She pushed Miranda away with a slap, and couldn't wait to snatch the stick from Miranda.

"Watch it! If it was me, I would not put so much red rat hair, because the function of molat's tentacles in this medicine is only to neutralize pain, not to enhance resistance. What's the use of putting so much red rat hair? "

She quickly took out all kinds of magic potions from the cupboard with her fingers, skillfully decomposed them to the pole, cut them open, and threw them into the crucible. The speed was dazzling.

(a minute later)

"... And what's the point of putting a little armadillo bile for? Have you ever heard of armadillo bile in class? As a drug to improve intelligence, the initial dosage should be more than 250 ml.... "(one minute later)

" Porcupine stings are added to the potion without treatment. What do you think. In addition, this technique was eliminated by French witches as early as 1821, and you are still using it. I don't know where you are looking for the prescription ".

(one minute later)

"... Well, what do you want to do with so much Narcissus root powder? Do you want to poison people? Or do you just don't understand the toxicity of this thing? I really don't know how you get your usual grades... "

(one minute later......

"... Hey, you really need to improve your hands-on ability, Mr. holva, otherwise I really don't know if you can graduate from grade one... "

she is immersed in the happiness of being a teacher There was an intoxicated light in his eyes, and he didn't care about Hoffa's eyes at all.

At the moment, Hoffa didn't care about aglia's sarcasm. He tried his best to run his mind. His spirit was as silent as a cobweb in the potion, and he felt the change of the potion carefully.

The magic recovery potion is more complex than any potion he has made before, and he must concentrate. To avoid missing any detail..

Finally, I don't know how long later, in the dull eyes of the whole class, all the materials in her hands into a tube after tube of small reagents.

Holding three bottles of small glass tubes in the air, aglia looked around, straightened his chest and said with pride:

"of course, recovery potion, as one of the most extensive and professional potions for witches, needs the last matching step if you want to refine it."

She lengthened her tone.

"I dare say that few people in the world know about this ratio."

She raised her hand, and Hoffa was completely absorbed.

"The proportion must be..."

"cough!"

All of a sudden, a deliberate cough came out of the crowd, which interrupted agraya's continuous speech and the stunned expression of the whole class.

Turning his head, Slughorn came over.

Hoffa's face sank.

Slughorn, why did this old guy pop up all of a sudden.

Slughorn looked at aglea with a look of shock but emotion.

"That's enough, son. Don't go on."

Agraia frowned and looked at the potion in her hand. The performance was interrupted. She was very, very upset!

"What for?" She asked unhappily, without any scruples about the identity of his teacher.

Slughorn didn't answer her. He looked at Hoffa seriously: "Bach, I'm glad you have the spirit of trying, but it's a drug controlled by the Ministry of magic. It's a kind of stimulant. It's better not to try in the future. If you want to buy it, you can go to San Mungo and apply for registration. "

All the students around chuckled, as if taking recovery medicine was not a glorious thing.

Slughorn looked at aglia again and said, "the most exquisite operation is art. Unfortunately, this magic medicine is protected by the patent law. I can't let you operate it in class. Otherwise, if it's passed out, the school will be responsible, and the impact is not good. If you are interested, I can take you to see the Department of drug control of the Ministry of magic next time... "

he kept on comforting, which made aglia stop pouting and angry. She frowned, put the potion in her pocket, snorted and walked away with her arms in her arms.

Hoffa gritted his teeth to himself.

The potion class really didn't agree with me. It was just the last step. As a result, Slughorn killed him halfway. Now that he knew the complete formula, he didn't know the final proportion. It was a headache.

…… .

……

after the potion class, agraia walked out of the door in a sullen mood. Although Slughorn affirmed her potion ability, she did not finish refining the potion after all.

What's more, Slughorn praises her every time, which has made her lose her freshness and even started to make her feel a little bored.

She wants more people to be convinced of herself, more different people, especially the arrogant guy.

It's just half a medicine, which is not enough to make that guy bow his head...

sure enough, Hoffa floated past her and did not squint. Agraia and his dog legs are talking and laughing, but the corner of the eye is locked on the guy.

Damn it! Unexpectedly still ignored oneself! Does he think he can't really make magic recovery potion?

I know I can do it. It's only a little bit short.

A little bit!!

The more agraia thought about it, the more upset he was.

Finally, she pushed away the people around her and followed Hoffa.

To live is to prove four words.

I'm better than you.

......

......Damn Slughorn!!

Just a little bit.

Hoffa took out his quill and parchment as he hurried along.

Although his spirit is higher than ordinary people, his memory is not bad. But it's hard to write down a long list of prescriptions and instructions.

He had to remember as he walked along the road to prevent himself from forgetting any details.

When he came to a self-study classroom, Hoffa took the quill and parchment in his mouth and hurried in. Just sit down and start recording.

Agleia followed Hoffa to the door, just wanted to go in and ask Hoffa if he doubted his skill.

But suddenly I saw Hoffa writing something in the room.

Why? What is he writing.

Agraia stood by the door, stunned for a moment. Then she frowned at once.

She's not stupid, she's smart. She has just fallen into a self proving frenzy, and she doesn't care about Hoffa's unconventional actions.

He hasn't done anything extraordinary for more than a month. Why did he choose a 2x level potion to make today.

Why didn't he go back to the lounge with Miranda after class? Instead, he went to the classroom to write and draw.

Agraia rubbed her sharp chin, and gradually her brows spread.

Pop!

She hit herself in the palm of the hand.

Ha ha ha, son of a bitch, he stole my stuff!

Agraia's face darkened with pride.

How dare you use me? This guy must have some secret. Hum...

agraia took a dangerous look at Hoffa in the room.

In the classroom, Hoffa, who was recording the potion prescription, was suddenly stabbed in the back. A feeling of being watched by a devil made him cool from head to tail.

He immediately looked up outside the classroom.

But I didn't see anything.