Spell Players at Hogwarts

Never trust Professor Snape to give someone a good look, unless you're the crimson-haired Jean Grey...sorry, it's actually Lily...Potter?

crumbs!

Facts have proved that the little wizards are still the little wizards Snape is familiar with.

What bullshit cooking, that’s bullshit.

Look at this crucible, is it used for cooking?

Isn't this for making soup?

I recall that before the fifth grade, in this small cauldron, a Slytherin boy and a Gryffindor girl gathered by the lake.

The newly born lake fish has not yet had time to be soaked with the aroma of algae. In the white crucible, the rolling boiling water washes the graceful body of the lake fish.

until later...

Later...

There was a flash of fluctuation in Professor Snape's eyes. Amidst the smell of rotten eggs in the air, the pure black cloak moved without any wind.

McLagan felt rain falling on his back.

In fact, he didn't want to get together with this little girl who seemed clumsy and nymphomaniac at all.

But there is no way, just a stupid effort, most of the Ravenclaws have been divided.

So, why would I, a Gryffindor, show myself in Potions class?

Just because he is a potion master uncle, then speaking of it, he is quite talented, right?

McGragan is very confident about this.

"Believe me, my uncle is an official of the Ministry of Magic, and he is also the vice-president of the Potions Association." McLaggen said confidently, but Marietta, who was not thinking about potions at all, did not pay any attention to him. .

Although McLaggen has a good face, compared with Lynch's skin and eyebrows that make girls envious, just relying on a few freckles that symbolize youth is not very attractive.

What's more, we are all young people, so what's the point of remembering our youth here?

"Marietta! Marietta!"

"Ah, okay, okay..." Marietta said extremely disappointed, so why didn't she just walk faster and sit next to the two of them before going to class?

It’s fun to be in a group of three!

"Listen to me, you're right!" McLagan said unbearably, "So, when can you get rid of the nettles?"

"That's good!" Marietta chopped twice on the chopping board with a knife, and with a heart-stopping thud, a complete bundle of dried nettles was placed in front of McLaggen.

Ah!

The corner of McLaggen's mouth twitched twice, but considering the sharp knife in Marietta's hand, as a Gryffindor warrior, McLaggen naturally did not intend to be like a girl.

"Let's just get started."

Looking at the mess on the table and looking at Lynch who had finished brewing the potion not far away, McLaggen felt an unwillingness to admit defeat.

I, Kao Mike, will never be weaker than anyone else in my life!

In a grade of eleven or twelve years old, which is extremely middle school and requires a lot of face, who would be convinced by this guy who was naughty and mischievous on the first day of school and was assigned to the wrong college?

As the first and only class between Ravenclaw and Gryffindor, there was naturally a distinction between them on this potion.

"Slugs cooked, nettles weighed, snake teeth..."

"Why did you stop?" Marietta looked at McLaggen suddenly. Under Professor Snape's inspection, Marietta naturally couldn't act too much.

"nothing!"

McLagan said forcefully, and then threw the snake fangs in without hesitation.

How could the simplest potion be obtained by the Potion Master's nephew?

"Is it okay for you to do this? Professor Snape said to crush..."

"Believe me, my uncle is a master of potions!" McLaggen said quickly, watching the crucible quickly turn into something like dark green mud, McLaggen was mysteriously confident.

This is probably the potential that every wizard should have. There are so many people on the earth. Compared with the vast majority of ordinary people, the existence of wizards is inherently abnormal. So what is abnormal among abnormal people? How to explain it?

"Stir counterclockwise, stir counterclockwise..."

Feeling the hot and boiling potion in the crucible, McLagan, holding a glass rod, tried to stir up the dark green substance that had gathered into a ball, and then...

"Be careful, the glass rod..."

Marietta closed her mouth before she finished speaking, because Professor Snape moved unconsciously behind the two of them like a shadow shrouding the Potions classroom.

(The weather forecast reminds you, please avoid traveling during thunderstorms!)

Instinctively, McLaggen felt something was wrong in the atmosphere. As for the half-corroded glass rod, he fell (twice) into the crucible in the classic panic jpg of the little wizard.

"This must be a normal phenomenon!" Cormac McLaggen, who was in a panic and was cursed by Snape, said calmly.

"It's almost done, what's next?"

"Porcupine quills." Marietta said timidly. In Professor Snape's confused and slightly resentful temperament, no little wizard could survive three seconds.

"Give it to me!" McLaggen shouted, and Marietta quickly offered the porcupine quills with both hands.

McLagan threw the porcupine quills in without hesitation. In an instant, the porcupine quills were swallowed up by the dark green substance, and then the restless crucible also ushered in a stable state.

"In the name of my uncle, the scabies treatment potion is completed!"

McLagan (a confident group) spoke loudly, and these confident words attracted everyone's attention for a while.

Among the people eating melons, Professor Snape, who was in a dying state, slowly pulled out of his memories.

The crimson haired woman was more talented at potions than she was.

She also likes to use her cooking skills to relate to the processing of materials.

The superb sword skills that I have trained so hard for her!

Professor Snape's eyes were empty again, but what came from the tip of his nose was...rotten eggs?

It should be said that it has been fermented a hundred times. Why is the smell of rotten eggs so strong?

The calm crucible is pregnant with magical energy, and the slow explosion of each porcupine quill in the solvent is a rise of magic.

After only three seconds of calm, a stream of dark green strongly acidic foam-like substance quickly spewed out of McLaggen's crucible.

Like a Muggle vaccine to the virus itself, a failed scabies potion...

Well, this is indeed the simplest potion. Although you can't turn it into a fatal poison, isn't it more than enough to give people a few scabies on their faces?

Betting on the name of Mr. McLagan, the vice-president of the Potions Association of the Ministry of Magic, within 30 seconds, McLagan finally understood the true meaning of anti-rice.