Chapter 1038

"... yes, right now, put in the powdered stems and leaves of Stellera chamaejasme. Note that its toxicity is a very effective catalyst, but therefore, the proportion of magic drugs used must be strictly controlled."

The magic potion classroom is filled with fog like fog. When you are in it, you can unconsciously feel some inexplicable suffocation.

This step is the most critical step in the preparation of living hell potion, because in this step, the preparation environment will be infected by the poisonous gas from the crucible.

Therefore, there are not only several pots of potted plants that can absorb poison gas in the classroom, but also everyone is wearing magic masks to filter the air.

"The effect of living hell potion is to make the user sleep and pretend to die, and during that period, the user's physical function will gradually stop. When a patient is difficult to support until the end of treatment because of serious spell damage, the therapist will use this potion to try to delay the aggravation of the damage."

Slughorn wandered among the groups in the classroom, talking about the properties and effects of the medicine. After finishing his practical use, he turned to the following:

"We have learned the living hell potion since the beginning of the semester. I think everyone can remember these contents clearly based on their hard work. But please note that what we are preparing now is the improved formula I studied. Although its effect is slightly worse than that of the original potion, the preparation cost has been greatly reduced..."

At this point, Slughorn coughed and aroused everyone's attention again.

"Dear students," he said, "some people may think that it is wrong to ignore the weakening of efficacy in order to save jingaron, but the teacher must say here that many herbs in the past are on the verge of extinction in modern times."

"Therefore, although it is important to devote ourselves to breeding endangered plants like Professor sprott, magic pharmacists like us also need to solve the limitations of magic potion formula as much as possible from another angle."

"You know, it is also an important mission of our magician to provide effective magic drugs that they can afford when people who lack jingaron urgently need some magic drugs to save their lives..."

As a person, some aspects of the old bald head may be slightly biased; But when you look at it from the perspective of a magician, he is obviously quite qualified.

"Mr. Weasley, pay attention to the weight. You put a little too much!"

After reminding Ron, Slughorn continued:

"I hope you can remember what I said just now, and I also look forward to creating a more high-quality and cheap formula when you want to be a potion master after graduation."

However, the words Slughorn had to say were not entirely his own.

At Hogwarts School of witchcraft and Wizardry, each professor will provide some professional experience and warnings for these students who will soon graduate from the school in the course of n.e.w.ts.

Naturally, this is to enable the little wizards not to be contaminated by some darkness outside, and to stick to a correct and bright road.

Perhaps this is the last lesson that Hogwarts taught all the students!

However, even so, the influence of professors in schools is limited. When most graduates walk on the bright road as much as possible, there are always a small number of people who will gradually deviate, either actively or passively.

……

Just as the magic potion classroom in Hogwarts was shrouded in the misty magic potion fog, there were bursts of lavender smoke in a magic potion preparation workshop in Cornwall.

Thick curtains, dim lights, bubbling boiling crucibles, groups of batch test tube racks, and several magic medicine bottle crates stacked in the corner.

In the middle of the workshop, two long preparation tables extend from one end to the other. Ragged house elves are working tirelessly to bottle and pack the finished medicine.

Along the two long tables surrounded by domestic elves, continue to look into the depths of the workshop. Behind a personal preparation table filled with all kinds of magic medicine preparation tools, a witch with messy hair is stirring the liquid medicine in the crucible indifferently.

The environment here is obviously very different from other personal potion preparation rooms.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, a loud explosion sounded from the witch's crucible, which scared the house elves in the workshop to tremble subconsciously. But even so, most of the elves did not stop their work.

"Who allowed you to stop?"

The witch lifted the stirring spoon slightly from the crucible, then raised her eyelids and looked coldly at a house elf in front.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry, master. It's Rice's fault. Rice will never dare again -"

"Punishment."

"Yes, yes... Master, rice made a mistake. Rice needs to punish herself! Please forgive rice for her mistake!"

Just then, the domestic elf suddenly grabbed an awl from the table and stabbed it in his leg. But he just bit his teeth and pulled out the bloody awl after a while.

"Master, rice punished herself. Rice... Will continue to work for his master."

Wipe the blood on the awl. The house elf named rice hurriedly started the operation of bottling the liquid medicine in the crucible despite the severe pain from her thin right leg, which was still trembling.

At this time, there were two knocks at the door of the workshop. Yes, the witch in the workshop stopped the stirring spoon that was about to go deep into the crucible again.

"Gee... Forget it. Anyway, it has been fried twice, and the success rate of this pot will not be very high."

Pick up the wand next to you and tap it gently on the crucible. The liquid medicine that just rolled in the crucible immediately disappeared.

From her skillful spell casting technique and relaxed silent spell, we can see that her level in other aspects other than magic medicine must not be low.

"Benedictine Benedictine."

Probably because he had waited for a few seconds and didn't hear a response, the man outside the door knocked on the door of the workshop again, which made the witch's expression more irritable.

"Go and see who it is. Don't let irrelevant people in."

Rice, who had just made a mistake, might be looking for a chance to make up for it. As soon as his master said so, he immediately bowed first and said:

"Yes, rice is going now!"

As soon as the voice fell, the elf suddenly flashed and disappeared from the long table with a slight crackle.

……

"Dung, I remember your classmate is Slytherin's? Is it reliable?"

"How to say? Although I don't have much contact with her... You know, how can a person like me have a relationship with those young ladies and men in Slytherin? But when it comes to the level of magic medicine, she is still very high."

"Anyway, I don't think it's very reliable to find Slytherin!"

In front of the workshop, the slightly strange combination of Mundungus and Sirius was standing side by side, chatting casually when waiting for someone to open the door.

Behind them, Lupin, who also came with them, couldn't help saying:

"Sirius, don't always tangle with the problems of the college. Slytherin's wizards also have good guys. Besides, this is only one of the alternative workshops. You'd better wait and see if you want to cooperate!"

In fact, this time they are looking for a magic potion workshop that can provide healing potions in batches.

After all, although the main members of the order of the Phoenix have Maka to supply high-quality magic drugs, it is obviously not enough for all members to use.

In particular, there are a group of non staff members on the side of Mundungus. Although those wizards are basically working for the order of the Phoenix, they can not be regarded as formal members of the order of the Phoenix.

Providing them with some necessary guarantees will naturally enable them to have more trust in the order of the Phoenix.

"Crackle."

While the three were talking at random, a domestic elf suddenly appeared in front of the still closed door, which made lupin and others stop talking temporarily.

"Three gentlemen, rice greets you - what can I do for you three to come to our master's Potion workshop?"

Sirius didn't care much about the house elf, even if he saw the wisps of blood flowing down the ELF's legs at a glance.

Anyway, he's had enough of old cliche at Black's old house.

Sirius looked over his head, shook his chin at Mundungus, and then stood aside with his arms in his arms.

Of course, it was Mundungus who took over, because he led Sirius and lupin here.

"Well, is Ms. Higgs there? I'm her old classmate Mundungus Fletcher. This time I have a cooperation on long-term magic medicine orders and want to negotiate with her."

"Oh, sir, just a moment, please. Rice will go and explain to the host what they came for -"

With that said, seeing that the elf rice was about to disappear again, Sirius on one side turned his mouth and said:

"Why? You can't open the door first and let us in... It's a pity that you are the offspring of the pure blood family. Have you forgotten the most basic hospitality etiquette?"

Of the several people present, I'm afraid Sirius, a guy from the Black family, is qualified to say this.

Ironically, he is the one who hates pure blood most.

"Yes, I'm sorry, sir... But the host never allowed rice to let outsiders into the workshop. I'm really sorry..."

"Hmm?" Sirius couldn't help picking his eyebrows when he heard the speech. "Dung, I don't think this workshop needs to go in. Just cross it off the candidate list!"

But behind him lupin soon shook his head.

"Rice, isn't it?" he said. "Just go in and report! We'll just wait here..."