Chapter 299: Scab, you are my savior!

When they returned to the original unmanned classroom, the two of them stared with big eyes, and the atmosphere was very embarrassing for a while.

Ivan also put out the thought of reprimanding Hermione, after all, Madam Pomfrey said that her condition was much worse than Hermione's.

"It looks like we are going to have a detailed timetable!" Ivan sighed helplessly, as if the restless work and rest for a long time like before will cause problems.

Then Ivan began to rework a new schedule, the most important of which was to restrict the use of the time converter.

Go back up to 30 hours a day, try to avoid going back to the past several times at the same time, drink a bottle of tonic every three days, etc...

After strictly stipulating the schedule of work and rest, both of them felt a lot more relaxed in the next few days, but the progress of the potion research and development also slowed down a lot.

Even if Ivan put all the grade points earned in class every day into it, there is still a core problem that cannot be solved.

That's why the effect of the compound decoction suddenly disappeared when the black-robed wizards were used in the experiment.

Thinking of this, Ivan frowned deeply.

After hesitating, he picked up the compound decoction prepared on the table, randomly added a hair collected in school these days, drank it in one sip, and soon his body deformed.

Ivan looked at the mirror next to him, and he had become a thin little wizard.

"Shen Feng Wuying!"

When the effect of the medicine stabilized, Ivan used his wand against his arm to lightly chant the spell, releasing the spell.

The invisible magic blade pierced his skin, blood flowed down the wound, and the table suddenly became bright red.

Hermione turned her head when she heard the noise, and she was shocked when she saw a long wound on the arm of a strange little wizard.

Hermione instantly guessed that the person in front of him was Ivan who had drunk the compound soup, because she and Ivan were the only people here just now.

Seeing a lot of blood flow from Ivan's wrist, the little witch panicked.

Wait...it seems like there is such a person!

Ivan suddenly thought of something, with a little surprise on his face.

Shaban, you are simply my savior!

"Ivan, did you think of the potion improvement plan?" Hermione looked at Ivan's face suddenly became happy, and the anger that had been surging in her heart was temporarily suppressed, and asked concerned.

"No, I just thought that some experiments can be done with a mouse..." Ivan explained, but he would forget everything, with a coma spell, to ensure that Peter will feel nothing afterwards.

"So you just thought of using a mouse as a guinea pig?" Hermione glared, looking like a lioness.

Ivan smiled bitterly, the experiment he was talking about was not an ordinary mouse.

That is to say, Animagus like Peter Pettigrew can meet his experimental needs!

He had to find a way to get that man from Ron, the mouse!

But this is destined to be impossible to tell Hermione, Ivan only apologized for a while and promised never to conduct such dangerous experiments on himself Hermione stopped pursuing this matter.

I had known that if there was an experiment, Ivan would be foolish to use his body to do experiments.

But Hermione still had a stern face in the end, apparently still not calm, and ignored him all morning, flipping through the potions book on her own.

Ivan shook his head without paying attention, and continued to devote himself to the research of the potion.

After waiting for about an hour, Yifan clearly felt that the effect of the compound decoction began to slowly disappear.

It seems that the damage to the compound decoction caused by the previous injury should be small, and it will not interrupt the effect of the potion.

"Why are there no books devoted to the study of potions on dead people? What changes will there be?"

At noon, Ivan, who returned to the auditorium for lunch, sighed with a headache. He felt that the fragrant steak in front of him seemed not so fragrant...

He rummaged through the potions books he could find these days, and found that there seemed to be no corresponding research records.