Chapter 48: Blood Fusion Potion

"I said, their imagination is not so rich." Snape's figure appeared from the side of the principal's room, his sullen face very ugly.

I watched Snape through the whole process with the phantom spell, and of course he clearly heard the whole process of Harry accusing him of being black. Snape felt that there must be too few deductions and insufficient deterrence. Next time, he should continue to work hard. ..

"This is not just imagination, it is more likely to be reality." Dumbledore reminded him, and then gave Snape a little helplessly. If Snape hadn't targeted Harry frequently on weekdays, he wouldn't have been caught by Harry. Listed as the first suspect.

But Dumbledore knew Snape's special feelings for Harry, and he couldn't persuade Snape to change.

"So what?" Snape stared at Dumbledore with that hollow gaze, and said lightly. "The things about Chino are now clear. He and Voldemort must have a connection. What are you going to do with him?"

Dumbledore did not reply, but fell silent again.

"Would you not be able to stop Kino or the Dark Lord just because of those crappy traps under the trapdoor?" Snape was puzzled, and then suddenly realized something.

"Or do you mean those tests are for Potter and the others?"

Snape looked at Dumbledore sarcastically.

"Let a few first-year little wizards go through numerous levels to face and defeat the Dark Lord? Ah... what a great adventure..."

Snape's tone became more and more angry. He wondered if Dumbledore had read too many biographical novels recently, or had Alzheimer's, or how could he have such an absurd idea.

"Severus!" Dumbledore interrupted Snape's words.

"You should know that I can't protect Harry all the time, all proper growth is necessary. At least now I still have the ability to control the danger within a controllable range."

said that Dumbledore paused here, and his face was a little more vicissitudes of life.

"I'm old, I can feel my strength is gradually declining, and Tom is different, although he is very weak now, but as long as he does not die, one day he will regain his strength and even become stronger...

If we don’t find a way for him to resist death, then we can’t do anything..."

Dried nettle, black veratrum petals, buckthorn, black bat horny...

Ivan took out the potion materials prepared in advance from the cabinet in the storage room, and then put the potion materials into the cauldron according to the steps, and then cooked them according to the method given by the system.

Grinding...Proportioning...Stirring...

Under the condition that the speed of the brain is increased by a hundredfold, UU reading www.uukanshu. com Ivan's movement process is extremely standard, it is not like the first time to cook, and there is no omission from beginning to end.

Ivan also understands why only Level 4 potions are needed in the state of the Xueba experience card to brew high-level potions that originally required Level 6 potions to make. The improvement of this state is indeed very powerful.

A large number of precious herbs were added to the cauldron by Ivan, and the things that were cooked were chaotic, a little gray, with a faint strong pungent smell.

But this was also what Ivan had expected. The next thing I need to do is to wait for a while until the potion in the cauldron slowly becomes transparent like water, which proves that it has been more than half successful.

The last thing is to add dragon blood to it, even if it is done...

[Remaining time: 00:11:09...]

"It took about thirty minutes." Ivan glanced at the remaining time of the experience card in the system bar.

The speed of making potions was much faster than he estimated. He was already prepared to spend 100 grade points.

In the remaining eleven minutes, Ivan practiced unrestricted field magic such as the Transfiguration Curse and the Levitating Curse, and raised the Transformation Curse to a level close to level 4 before the end of the time. Only then did Ivan leave the House of Requests with satisfaction.

Walking in the corridors of Hogwarts, Ivan was hesitating whether to go to the library or the dormitory, but unexpectedly saw two familiar figures, but their tongues were several times larger than usual. You can't close your mouth.

"George? Fred?" Looking at the funny faces of the two, Ivan wanted to laugh somehow, but then suddenly remembered that he had given them two fat tongue toffees at Christmas.

So should it be your own pot?

Or else, run away first?