From Azkaban To Hogwarts

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It is a good thing that mandela grass matures, which means that the potion used to relieve the curse can be prepared.

But it has nothing to do with William-the best potionist in Hogwarts is Professor Snape, and it is not his turn to configure Mandela's herbal water.

But the morning exam was really nothing to see, and the mandela grass was really rare, so William was very happy and followed Adams to the greenhouse.

"William, have you survived the mandela grass?"

"I heard it, I haven't touched it," William was quite honest. "That thing turned out to be the main ingredient of many restoration potions, but the prescription was improved later-you know the reason."

"Of course, I'm an expert," Adams is confident, "Adult herbs are too dangerous. They have high environmental requirements, short storage time, low survival rate, and high mortality rate. They can't be popularized at all, so I can only use them. Other herbs instead."

"I'm telling you William, that stuff is delicate and childlike-I was urged to go out and make a pile of socks and scarves when it snowed, otherwise the mandela grass would freeze to death. "

Adams reluctantly poured bitterness, "Some days and days they are mature, otherwise I am afraid I will plant them in the soil together."

"It's over, isn't it?"

William patted Adams on the shoulder sympathetically. He knew just how terrifying the mandela grass was just by looking at the information.

"Yeah, just leave the seedlings to harvest some seeds. I will be like the professor suggested-in recent years, if there is no need to cultivate so many mandela grass." He shook his head in distress. "You know, William, because those guys like to pull themselves out and sing. The plants in the greenhouse are almost dead, and there is my favorite biting kale inside!"

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Your preference is no better than mandela grass-although that thing can be a bone spirit, but it really bites people!

"Understand, after all, its singing can't even hold a wizard."

Along the way, listening to Adams' complaints, the two of them soon came outside the greenhouse.

"Professor William?"

Professor Sprout seemed to be in a good mood and greeted William happily, "I will be fully mature in about half an hour. I think you must know how dangerous this kind of little guy is now?"

"Of course, Professor Sprout," William did not retain his admiration. The obedient herbalist who can treat this kind of stuff that is not much less dangerous than the basilisk is an absolute master. "Because of negligence, he was pulled down. The wizard with earmuffs will not be able to rescue him from the best hospital unless he uses the spell in time."

"Yes, so we can put on earplugs now, if you are interested to see how they are harvested." Professor Sprout was quite pleased.

"of course."

William is of course interested in seeing this kind of top-notch raw material he has never seen before, even if he can't make it himself, it's enjoyable to see it.

He first cast a spell on himself to block his hearing, then put on earplugs, then earmuffs, and then added a bubble head curse to himself for the final isolation. William quickly completed the protective measures in Adams's surprised gaze.

But then I couldn't hear the sound anymore. William watched Adams gesticulate and didn't know what he wanted to express, and almost couldn't help laughing.

It took a long time for Adams to carefully complete the protection, and then Professor Sprout headed his head and gestured for them to follow. Only then did he approach the greenhouse and cautiously opened the door locked by magic.

‘Adams’ description is not appropriate enough-the greenhouse is completely destroyed. ’

This was William's first reaction when he saw the situation in the greenhouse.

The greenhouse that was supposed to be green and full of herbs was like being sprinkled with herbicides, and there was no green at all. Although the soil was moist and fertile, all the herbs fell and fell and looked like weeds in late autumn. same.

‘The herbs I saw are more than three thousand gallons on the market...’

William calculated quickly, and then couldn't help but feel heartache for the herbs in the greenhouse-if it weren't for the treatment of students, such a situation would definitely not happen.

‘The voice of death of the mandela grass, the pupil of death of the basilisk-what magical existence have I faced this year? ’

He lost his mind a little, and there was movement in the dry grass not far away. A mandela grass pulled himself up sharply, then smiled triumphantly, and then his mouth opened wide in front of William.

There is no doubt that if William hadn't done any protection, this one would be enough to fulfill the curse on him-or double the kind.

But now, William stretched out his magic wand and flicked it lightly to fish the little guy singing with his mouth wide in the air. With a copy of his left hand, he firmly grasped the back of his neck. The hand holding the magic wand did not stop. With a shake, a weed turned into a cork and floated to his hand.

Holding the cork, William stuffed it directly into Mandela's mouth—just the right size.

Tap the wand, the cork deformed and turned into a bulb-like cork, spit it out and count him as losing.

One more point, a bandage is holding the Mandela bale to death and will never loosen it.

Okay, it's perfect, call it a day.

The boss who watched the lively Adams over there opened his mouth, his eyes were full of disbelief.

Professor Sprout was okay. She applauded at William and seemed to approve of William's handling.

‘How does the orthodox herbalist deal with it? ’

William looked at Adams-this would happen to Adams spotting a hiding mandela. With a wave of his wand, he grabbed the mandela, and then swiped it down heavily in midair.

'this is? ’

The spell fell like a wooden stick, and hit the mandela grass heavily-the mandela grass that tried to open its mouth was stunned without even a struggle.

As if worried, Adams made up another spell, and that spell had another stick...

Of course, it’s not that spells are summoning sticks, it’s just how William looks like...

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"It's finished, don't take off the protection, just leave."

Professor Sprout used a magic wand to write such a handwriting in the air, and then watched William and Adams walking in front of them with a basket of mandela grass. This was the last step, carefully inspecting the surrounding land.

Professor Sprout left the greenhouse until it was confirmed that there was no mandela grass near the door that could slip out, and he used magic to check his surroundings.

"The remaining number is right, the number of each plant is right, but don't unlock the protection."

Sprout continued to write with his magic wand, and then began to deal with the stunned mandela-it was also almost silenced and bundled up, just like dealing with a crab, but with one more step.

She carefully checked the mandela grass that William had handled, and nodded in satisfaction while checking.

"Just wait for Professor Snape to come," she gestured with her magic wand, "Adams, go and take a look again, to prevent students from getting close because of curiosity or other reasons."

Afterwards, Professor Sprout weighed up the mandela, stuffed two to William, and wrote in the air, "Two should be enough for the necessary potions, but be careful not to leave it for too long and leave the cultivated land. After that, the mandela grass was very delicate."

"It should have been more, but the students in the school have to give priority to it," she said with an apologetic smile, "there is only this, Professor William."

"Thank you, Professor Sprout."

William responded with gestures with his wand, "I will handle everything quickly."

He took out the box from his pocket, and then tied the two guys with magic a few more-if it weren't for controlling spells such as Sleeping Curse to affect the medicinal properties, he would have liked to have another seven or eight spells now.

"Then I will leave first, Professor Sprout, you know, Professor Snape and I don't agree on some issues."

After confirming the installation, William bid farewell to Sprout-judging from Professor Sprout's relaxed face, it was obvious that the professor was troubled by this matter.

No way, even students in this school know that Professor Snape is interested in William’s position, and Professor Sprout specifically named Snape’s name to Adams just because he didn’t want to make the situation too embarrassing...

After all, she was neither the principal nor the vice principal, and she couldn't suppress Snape's poisonous tongue...

But William has nothing to complain about-even the precious Hogwarts like mandela must be planted on the spot. Sprout's hard work on it is real, and he was given it to him. What more bikes...

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"Mandrakes..."

William looked at the two terrible things in the box. He hadn't been protected since he came back, and he was still in a remote place deliberately.

"This thing has not been rescued...it is a poisonous attack," he sighed, looking at his busy gift, "Unfortunately, this herb will soon become invalid when it leaves the land after it matures..."

William didn't have any psychological burden to deal with this stuff. This stuff was even more ruthless than the most poisonous snake. He picked up the silver knife used to deal with the potion and killed one with a single blow.

‘Let's put it a little longer, just the kind of quick-acting antidote-it works better than dung stone, but it’s expensive...’

The materials are complete, and the crucible is also a great crucible that has never been imagined before.

Although the students outside were taking exams, William entered the state of configuring potions at an unprecedented speed.

After a few hours, the potion was completed easily and without any difficulty.

‘This potion is too simple...not challenging--or, it was listed as such a high difficulty before, not because it is really difficult to make, but because the difficulty lies entirely in finding fresh mandela. ’

Looking at the potion, William shook his head, ready to test the high level of difficulty-there is one left, just to try the so-called Mandela herbal water, which is the antidote this time.

‘It’s a bit wasteful, I can’t keep this stuff-but it’s a kind of happiness to be wasted...’

With this thought, William began to skillfully give the second mandela grass who still wanted to be the king of singers.

It's easy to get it done.

‘Okay, the next step is to add the mandela grass itself as a raw material, but use the extract...’

Patiently performing operations completely different from those used in the past, William's hands became lighter and lighter-although in theory the difficulty of this potion is also on the mandela, he has not even formulated a similar potion. .

...

‘Huh, success! ’

William wiped the sweat off his head-it was more difficult than he thought, but he still completed the excellent potion.

Drink it without any side effects other than the formula itself, which is an excellent standard of medicine.

Of course, perfection also exists, but just think about that. It needs to be improved and improved again, and the medicine is eaten to death, and then the old and the new are introduced. William has it in his hands, but none of them belong to him.

"Check it, maybe I can find out something more."

He carefully took out a little potion and started to deal with it according to the detection method he had learned before.

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"Excellent."

He nodded, "You can drink it yourself."

Unless there are some messy potions, otherwise, the producer must dare to drink his own potions-he is not at ease, who dares to use it?

William poured himself a small glass, then drank it, blinking.

Safety.

Quite safe.

It just had no effect on the curse—after all, it was a curse left by the Dark Lord, and William had no hope at all.

"William!"

Suddenly a shout came from outside the door, from Adams.

"what's happenin?"

William took the wand and was ready to open the door happily-a pot of potion was boiled out, shouldn't he show it off to his friends?

Adams, you are here at the right time!

If the rich and the honored do not return to their hometown, it is like walking in the night in a brocade. This time let you see what a professional potionist is!

Don't always use the blessing potion as the standard of the potionist, you are a blood layman to do that!

"Huh, it's good for you to be here, William, Singid, that idiot Singid!"

"What's wrong with Sinjid?"

William glanced at Adams-how calm is the alchemy professor compared to him?

"That idiot made the eyes of the basilisk into magic eyes, and then petrified himself!"

"Magic Eye?"

"Yes, it's the eyes with messy magical effects, usually made of materials from various magical creatures. Didn't you give the eyes of the Sinjid Basilisk? He has been busy with this during this time!"

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Please allow me to take back the previous words, neither of you are very reliable.

What the **** is it to petrify yourself-don't you know how to do animal experiments first?

There are so many rabbits in the Forbidden Forest!

"Let's go, let's go-I just made the potion, and I just tried it myself."

"Pharmaceuticals?"

"Yeah, I'm very curious, how did you know, I just made it, and I haven't told anyone about it."

"I'm here to call you to lift him-he doesn't know what he has done for himself, my own magic can't move him..."

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"Let's go~www.NovelMTL.com~ to get treatment..."

William suddenly didn't want to speak for a while.

Of course, he did not forget the medicine on his hand.

He was convinced by these two-one could not even lift people with magic, and the other did not do animal experiments after doing various magical protections for himself...

‘But, is this medicine used today? ’

"You two are also contributing to not wasting potions..."

ps: This one today...I am really powerless...I must have a chapter out before tomorrow night...I'm speechless, it seems that four thousand words are the limit at night...I thought it could be three changes...

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