Alchemy professor at Hogwarts

Chapter 54 Billion Point Adverse Reactions

"Maria, hurry up, you are already two groups behind!"

Just as the frantic little witch pinched her nose and turned her head to take a big breath, the Ravenclaw student urged anxiously.

Seeing that Janice on the side had already erased three sets of chain link annotations in a row, Maria had to get busy again.

"Triple kill."

"Quadra kill."

"Penta kill."

Passionate sexy female voices continued to ring out in the classroom, and the first game of Ravenclaw's challenge to Gryffindor also entered a heated stage.

The little wizards at the back of the classroom all stood up holding their breath, and couldn't help reminding in a low voice, "It's on your left, a bit above, yes!"

Soon, Maria and Janice eliminated the sixth group at the same time, and the game came to the most critical place.

As long as the seventh group is eliminated correctly, the remaining eighth group will no longer be a problem, at most it is just a competition of hand speed.

However, the last two sets of ring-linking annotations are more difficult, which belong to the content that Hardy has not talked about, but exists in the textbook.

For a moment, the movements of Maria and Janice's hands stopped.

"Give everything to Merlin!" As Matthew shouted at the back of the classroom, the two little witches who didn't know the correct answer raised their wands, and at the same time chose——

Mongolian!
Almost at the same time, Maria and Janice clicked on the same note, and then each went to a different link to connect.

"Victory!"

"puff!"

Above the podium, two iconic voices sounded at the same time.

The illusory frame in front of Janice disappeared, and the unlucky Maria was hit by the yellow-brown smoke again, and she screamed again.

"Congratulations to Janice for winning this round!"

"Five points for Gryffindor!"

In the classroom, as Hardy waved his wand to announce the verdict, all the little wizards waved their arms excitedly.

"Hey, this game can be played, it's really interesting." Matthew's eyes lit up, and he was eager to try it.

Although there are very few ring-link notes that he can remember, this does not affect his focus on participating.

Looking at Maria who was coughing constantly, Janice took out a handkerchief from the wizard robe and handed it to Maria.

"Oh, thank you." Maria wiped her tears. "Congratulations, Janice, you won."

"It's just a little bit of luck, nothing special." Janice blinked.

"Next, who else wants to test his own learning results?" Hardy glanced around, and finally chose the two wizards of Slytherin and Hufflepuff.

In this regard, Matthew put down his hand a little disappointed, but soon, he booed again: "Hey, if you are a man, let's have a serious fight."

Soon, with the passionate "Lengendary" in the classroom, the Hufflepuff wizard who was closer to Hardy threw off the opponent's three sets of chain notes and easily won the victory.

"Excellent performance, ten points for Hufflepuff!"

As soon as the words were finished, the bell for the end of get out of class rang at the same time, which made other little wizards who wanted to participate howl.

"Oh no!" Matthew clenched his fists and pounded on the table in frustration, then twisted his facial features, gasped and rubbed his painful right hand.

"Now--"

"get out of class off!"

Hardy waved his wand, making the illusory box in the classroom disappear without a trace, "Review after class, the rest of you will have a chance in the next class."

After finishing speaking, Hardy took the textbooks on the podium and quickly walked out of the classroom amidst the hustle and bustle of discussion.

……

evening.

After having dinner in the cafeteria, Hardy went straight to the infirmary.

According to the earlier agreement, Madam Pomfrey has already made a potion that stimulates the recovery of the sense of taste.

At the door of the infirmary, Hardy ran into Ginny Weasley. The other party's complexion was not very good, with heavy dark circles under his eyes.

After a brief greeting, the other party left in a hurry, as if unwilling to communicate with Hardy too much.

"Madame Pomfrey." Hardy walked into the infirmary, just in time to see the other party hurriedly walking back and forth behind the curtain.

"Oh, Professor Ollivander, you're here." Madam Pomfrey poked her head out from behind the curtain, and then retracted, "Please wait a little longer patiently."

Madam Pomfrey said: "What you need will be ready soon. It should have been done long ago, but Miss Weasley came halfway."

"She seems haggard?" Hardy asked casually.

"Ah, Miss Weasley said that the quality of her sleep has not been very good recently, and she always encounters some weird dreams, which makes her feel irritable."

Madam Pomfrey mixed the two potions in her hand, and a small mushroom cloud rose in front of her.

"Just now I prepared some good dream potions for her. Now sleep problems are especially common among first-year freshmen."

As Madam Pomfrey continued to add the herbs sent by Professor Sprout to the glass bottle in front of her, a liquid similar to swamp mud began to boil and bubble.

"Okay, luckily I didn't spend too much extra time." Madam Pomfrey showed joy on her face, and handed the contents of the glass bottle to Hardy.

Looking at the black-gray paste with a muddy smell in front of him, Hardy pursed his lips.

He couldn't help asking: "Madame Pomfrey, are you sure that the potion... is fine? I mean the efficacy of the medicine, of course... the taste is also very important."

Clasping her hands together, Madam Pomfrey looked at Hardy expectantly, "Yes, I understand what you mean, this potion is indeed ugly, but its effect is the best."

"Drink it, finish it in one gulp." Madam Pomfrey suggested.

"By the way, if there is temporary itching of arms, red and swollen eyelids, black teeth, palpitations, rapid heartbeat, breathlessness, chest tightness, shortness of breath, nausea, vomiting..."

"As well as abdominal pain, gas, dizziness, dehydration, weakness, overgrown body hair, hardened hair, wolf howling, overeating, gibberish, jumping up and down, uncontrollable hands and feet..."

"There are also some other adverse reactions, a total of 27, which are very normal phenomena."

Hardy: "..."

Are you sure you won't die if you drink this potion?

Madam Pomfrey couldn't help laughing when she saw that Hardy was holding the glass bottle for a long time, "Oh, I'm joking with you, professor, the students always say you have a great sense of humor."

"Ah, so." Hardy heaved a sigh of relief, with a smile on his face, "Madam Pomfrey's sense of humor is not bad either."

Looking at the potion in his hand with lingering fear, Hardy took a deep breath and poured it all into his mouth.

"A sense of humor is indeed a good thing. I'm learning it recently." Madam Pomfrey saw that Hardy drank all the potion, and said, "This thing doesn't have 27 adverse reactions, that's too exaggerated."

"Yes." Hardy nodded.

Madam Pomfrey took the empty glass bottle, "There are only 21 possible occurrences at most."

Hardy: "???"

He stood up suddenly, before he could make any movements, he felt a hot magma flow from his throat.

The internal organs are like being roasted by a hot flame, and the pores all over the body are constantly emitting wisps of heat.

"Madame Pomfrey, is this normal?" Hardy asked dryly.

"Of course." The other party nodded confidently.

Sudden.

Hardy's tongue began to flick uncontrollably, which reminded him of a kind of crackling fried candy he had eaten in the past.

In less than 2 minutes, the burning sensation all over Hardy's body quickly receded, and then disappeared without a trace.

But the movement of his tongue is getting bigger and bigger, it seems to have its own thoughts, and it starts to tap dance in Hardy's mouth.

(End of this chapter)