Chapter 39 , I am better than you
Hoffa cut Morat’s tentacles into small pieces and threw them into the cauldron.
The clear water in the cauldron suddenly turned red, which is one of the materials for the magic power recovery potion.
Miranda was muttering spells like a nun in the potion book while stirring the red potion in the cauldron.
Seeing Hoffa Morat’s tentacles, Miranda was taken aback.
“Eh, Hoffa, aren’t we going to make a reduction potion today?”
Hoffa whispered, “Well, that’s boring. I recently studied a new formula, which is very fun. Let me do it.”
“Well, all right.”
Miranda pushed his glasses and changed positions with Hoffa.
Take the crucible.
Before Hoffa started, he directed Miranda to cut the ingredients in the various potions classroom.
Afterwards, he threw the cut raw materials into the crucible, regardless of whether the dosage was correct or not.
Of course, his non-rigorous attitude to boil potions is definitely not good. As the materials plop into the pot, the color in the cauldron becomes more and more weird.
While cutting, Miranda looked worriedly at the boiling crucible. The crucible had already begun to make an ominous hiss.
She whispered, “Hoffa, I haven’t seen any medicine made in this way. Are you cooking?”
“Well, don’t talk, help me cut the daisy roots.”
“Ok…….”
After throwing it for a while, the color of Hoffa’s cauldron began to look like a neurotic expression, the potion in it boiled violently, and it smelled of burnt shoehorn.
The students next to him couldn’t help frowning.
Seeing that the potion is showing signs of abnormality.
Miranda, bewildered, took out her magic wand, trying to stop it.
However, it was too late, with a bang in the cauldron.
Hoffa leaped back like a lightning bolt with Miranda, avoiding the wanton spray of liquid medicine. At this moment, everyone in the potions classroom pinched their noses and turned their heads.
Slughorn, who was immersed in admiring Aglaia’s performance, suddenly raised his head, his brows rose, and he strode to Hoffa’s table, pinched his nose and stretched out his head, and snarled:
“What is this? Horva, please explain!”
The cauldron was spraying colorful liquids, and the liquid hissed dripping from the table, and weird branches grew one after another on the ground.
Hoffa looked around in a panic, a Neville look at a loss.
He is waiting.
Less than a second, as if pressing the switch of the remote control, triggering some kind of inevitable event.
“Huh, secondary magic power recovery potion!”
The ridiculous voice of Qing Chong sounded from outside the crowd, and Hoffa was overjoyed.
Ha, got the bait!
“It’s just a recovery potion for failed refining. Unexpectedly, Bach, you want to do this kind of stuff, you really can’t help it.”
When the princess Aglaia of the Potions class spoke, the class calmed down.
Aglaia hugged her arms, her face was stern, and she looked disgusted and impatient. But the ecstasy and excitement in her eyes could not be concealed.
Hoffa yelled unwillingly: “What medicine do I refine, what does it matter to you?”
“Ha ? It’s up to you, can you please weigh yourself?”
Aglaia pushed away the student who had stopped her, strode to Hoffa’s cauldron, and took out his wand with a wave.
The boiling cauldron immediately calmed down.
“Morat rat tentacles, lionfish spine meal, porcupine spines, armadillo bile, plus a portion of Faring Root…”
She squinted her eyes and reported the drugs used by Hoffa as well as the name of the dish.
“Tsk tusk tusk, Horva are you an eighteenth-century wizard? You can also use this old-fashioned method, and it’s a mess.”
This time, Hoffa was not angry, but he secretly pleased. If you want to pretend to be compelling, let you pretend to be enough.
“Oh yo.” Hoffa disdainfully praised, “It sounds like you are very good, you can do it!”
Aglaia became more and more excited, and her eyes sparkled with a dazzling light.
“I go up? Go up, I make you stronger than you in one hand!”
She slapped Miranda away, and could not wait to grab the stick from Miranda’s hand.
“Look up! If it were me, I would not put so much red rat fur, because the tentacles of Morat rat in this medicine are only used to neutralize pain, not to enhance resistance. You put so much What is the use?”
She quickly took out all kinds of potions from the cabinet with her fingers, decomposed, cut, and threw them into the cauldron very skillfully. The speed was dazzling.
(In one minute)
“…Moreover, why do you put so little armadillo bile? Have you never heard of it in class? Armadillo bile is used as a drug to enhance intelligence. The initial dosage should be more than 250ml… ”
(In one minute)
“…The porcupine thorn was added to the potion without treatment, what do you think. Also, this technique was eliminated by French wizards as early as 1821, and you are still using it, I don’t know. From which corner did you find the prescription…”
(In one minute)
“…Oh, put so much daffodil root powder, what do you want to do, do you want to poison people to death? Or you don’t understand the toxicity of this stuff at all, I really don’t know what your usual results are Coming…”
(After a minute…)
“…Hey, you should really improve your hands-on skills, classmate Horva, otherwise I really don’t know if you can graduate in the first grade…”
She was immersed in the joy of being a teacher, her eyes shone with intoxication, and she didn’t care about Hoffa’s eyes at all.
At this moment, Hoffa didn’t care about Aglaia’s sarcasm at all. He was running the meditation with all his strength, and his spirit was silent in the potion like a spider web, carefully feeling the changes of the potion.
The magic power recovery potion was more complicated than any blind potion he had refined before, and he had to concentrate on it. Prevent any detail from being missed. .
Finally, after an unknown period of time, in the dull eyes of the classmates, all the materials turned into tubes of small reagents in her hands.
Aglaia pinched the three small glass tubes in the air, scanned the surroundings, straightened his chest, and couldn’t help saying proudly:
“Of course, the restoration potion is one of the most extensive and professional wizard’s potions. If you want to make it, you need the last step of matching.”
She prolonged her tone.
“I dare say that few people in the world know this ratio.”
She raised her hand, Hoffa’s full attention.
“The ratio must be…”
“Ahem!!”
Suddenly, there was a deliberate coughing sound from the crowd, which interrupted Aglaia’s endless talk and also interrupted the stunned expressions of all the classmates.
As soon as he turned his head, Slughorn walked over.
Hoffa’s face sank.
Slughorn, why did this old guy pop up suddenly?
I saw Slughorn looking at Aglaia with a look of shock but emotion.
“Enough, boy, don’t continue.”
Aglaia frowned and looked at the potion in her hand. The performance was interrupted. She was very, very upset!
“What are you doing?” she asked unhappily, not caring about his status as a teacher.
Slughorn did not answer her, he looked at Hoffa seriously: “Bach, I am glad that you have a spirit of experimenting, but this is a drug controlled by the Ministry of Magic, a kind of stimulant, and it is best not to try it in the future. Yes. If you want to buy it, you can go to St. Mungo to apply for registration.”
The surrounding students all snickered, as if taking recovery potions was not a glorious thing.
Slughorn looked at Aglaia again, and said: “The exquisite operation is simply art. It’s a pity that this potion is protected by patent law. I can’t let you operate it in class. Once it spreads out, the school should be responsible, and the impact will not be great. If you are interested, I can take you to the Department of Drug Control and Control of the Ministry of Magic next time…”
He kept on comforting him, which at any rate made Aglaia stop pouting in anger. She frowned and put the potion in her pocket, snorted coldly, and walked off with her arms.
Hoffa gritted his teeth secretly.
The potions class really didn’t match his own horoscope, just the last step, but Slughorn was killed halfway, and now he knew the complete formula, but didn’t know the final ratio, which was troublesome.
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After the potions class was over, Aglaia walked out the door gloomily. Although Slughorn affirmed her potion talent, she hadn’t finished the potion after all.
Moreover, Slughorn praised her every time, which had already lost her freshness, and even started to make her feel a little bored.
She wanted more people to convince herself, more different people, especially the arrogant guy.
It’s just a half-dose of medicine, which is not enough to make that guy bow his head…
Sure enough, Hoffa floated past her without squinting. Aglaia talked and laughed with his dogs, but the corner of his eyes locked on that guy.
Damn it! I actually ignored myself! Does he think he can’t really refine the magic power recovery potion?
Obviously I can do it, only a little too short.
a little bit! !
The more Aglaia thought about it, the more unhappy.
Finally, she pushed away the people around her and followed Hoffa.
To live is to prove four words.
I am better than you.
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Damn Slughorn! !
It’s just a little bit short.
Hoffa walked hurriedly, taking out a quill and parchment to record in a hurry.
Although his spirit is higher than ordinary people, his memory is not bad. However, it is difficult to memorize all such a long list of formulas and instructions.
He had to walk on the road while remembering to prevent himself from forgetting any details.
When he walked to an unmanned self-study classroom, Hoffa put the quill and parchment in his mouth and hurried in. Just find a place to sit down and start recording.
Aglaia followed Hoffa to the door, and just wanted to go in and ask if Hoffa was suspicious of his skills.
Suddenly he saw Hoffa quickly writing something in the room.
Huh? What is he writing.
Aglaia stood by the door, stunned for a moment. She frowned immediately.
She is not stupid, but very smart. She had just fallen into a fanatical circle of self-certification and didn’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 the peacemaker Miranda after class, instead he ran into the classroom to write and paint?
Aglaia rubbed her pointed chin, and gradually, her brows stretched out.
Snapped!
She hit her palm with a punch.
Hahaha, bastard, actually stealing from me!
Aglaia couldn’t help being proud at first, and then his face became gloomy.
Even dare to use me, this guy must have some ulterior secret. Humph…
Aglaia glanced dangerously at Hoffa in the room.
In the classroom, Hoffa, who was recording the potion prescription, suddenly stabbed on his back, and the feeling of being stared at by evil spirits made him chill from head to tail.
He immediately looked up outside the classroom.
But I didn’t see anything.