HP: After binding to the strongest wizard development system

"The pile in the corner will be cleared away today." Professor Snape pointed to the corner with his quill without raising his head. Teal glanced at the corner with three candles, and silently walked over to start. Processing potion ingredients.

This was a pile of fresh, watery horseradish. It seemed that the person who brought it to Hogwarts had cleaned it. The roots of horseradish, grated, can be used to make laughter potions and elixirs.

While cutting off the root, Thiel carefully observed the internal structure of the horseradish and the powder after grinding.

This was a rare opportunity to learn. Even though Till had a relatively rich treasury, she could observe the potion materials for free and up close. She was stupid enough to pretend to be reserved and spend the money herself afterwards.

After observing it for a while, Tier felt his eyes were sore. Whether it was the library or the dormitory, Teal's study environment was bright enough, but Professor Snape's office gave Teal a dark feeling in the middle of the night even though it was daytime.

Although there were two more candles here than when he first came to confinement, the flames of these candles flickered and were pitifully weak. Till felt that his eyes were almost dry.

Teal couldn't help but glance at Professor Snape accusingly. On his desk was a huge and bright magic candle, which was several times brighter than the one in the corner.

But Teal's eyes were obviously not powerful, and Professor Snape didn't notice it at all. Teal gritted his teeth and continued to cut the horseradish with his neck stiffened.

I heard that it is easy to become myopic if you use your eyes in an environment that is not bright enough? I just hope that she won’t be nearsighted, or as my mother mentioned in letters a few times ago, a magic potion that can cure myopia will be available soon.

Time passed quickly, and Teal moved quickly, finishing the large amount of horseradish before lunch time, which was beyond Professor Snape's expectation.

He frowned and walked over to check the horseradish powder that Till had processed, making sure that the quality of each portion passed the standard. Then he glanced at Till, who was walking a few steps away from him for some reason, and coldly waved her to the restaurant. Have lunch.

Till hurriedly ran out, but Professor Snape didn't notice that his face was pale with patience. It wasn't until she left the dungeon and returned to the spacious and bright luxury restaurant that Till breathed out a sigh of relief.

Mgina, who was looking around, saw Till and waved to her from afar. Till couldn't help but smile, and walked forward along with the crowd entering the restaurant, and came to the familiar long Ravenclaw table.

"Where have you been? I didn't see you outside just now." Mgina still has to go to class according to the class schedule, and Till usually waits for her outside the restaurant, and then the two of them enter the restaurant together.

Today, Till arrived quite late. Mgina still found it strange. She wondered if Till and Newt were so obsessed with each other in class that they even forgot about meal time.

Till shook his head and explained vaguely: "Something happened in the morning. I didn't continue to go to class outside...I later went to Professor Snape's office to help."

"Oh, then it's not surprising that you are late." Mgina was not curious why Till went to Professor Snape to help. She only thought that Till, who had been in Professor Snape's office for most of the morning, must have eaten. suffered a lot.

Seeing that Tier, who was already emaciated, looked gloomy, Mgina felt distressed and served her food. Seeing that there was no strawberry snack that Tier loved to eat, she got up and went to the senior sister two tables away to bring it to her. A plate came.

Mgina patted Tier's small shoulder and said solemnly: "Eat more, eat what you like, everything will pass."

What Mgina dislikes the most is the potions class taught by Professor Snape. She is interested in potions. She even learned a lot about potions from Teal. She thinks those magical potions Has a unique charm.

But once she saw Professor Snape's stinky face, no matter how attractive the potion was, it turned into a slimy, weird smelly liquid - which Mgina became even more shunned.

If Hogwarts was willing to change the Potions Professor, Mgina felt that she would definitely soak herself in the cauldron every day.

Mgina thought that Till had been attacked by Professor Snape's poisonous tongue, but Till had a grimace on his face, and while eating the delicious strawberry snack, he kept suppressing the smell that seemed to be still lingering on the tip of his nose.

A strange smell coming from Professor Snape.

It seemed to be the smell of multiple potions mixed together, and Tier smelled the unique spicy smell of several potion ingredients.

It seemed that there was still a smell that had not been cleaned for a long time. Till had smelled it near a homeless man he accidentally saw when he was out. It was sour and bitter.

In short, it was a smell that Thiel disliked very much, even disgusted with it.

Professor Snape was walking too fast just now. Teal didn't notice it as she rubbed her tired eyes. Therefore, by the time she reacted, it was too late to make way for the professor. All the scent of Professor Snape was caught by Teal. arrive.

God knows, it's not that she can't smell the stench. The magical animals with weird smells have gone to sea, but Till can bear it. But Professor Snape is a real person, and the taste of the potion ingredients is easy to explain, but the rest...

Teal felt that the school legend that Professor Snape didn't like to take baths and didn't care about cleanliness might be true. This happened to be intolerable to Thiel, who had to take care of himself every day.

The reason why I didn't smell it before was probably because I wasn't close to Professor Snape.

As a result, Till lost his appetite and stopped after eating a few snacks. He accidentally raised his eyes and looked around, and happened to see Professor Snape who had just sat down on the professor's chair.

Thiel:…

Till shook her head helplessly, thinking that whether Professor Snape liked to be clean or not actually had little to do with her. As long as she completed the task early, she could end her days of helping Professor Snape's office earlier.

With this in mind, Till went to Professor Snape's office in the afternoon and started refining the potion.

She and Professor Snape agreed on Wednesday and Friday nights, but Till tentatively asked Professor Snape's opinion, and Professor Snape did not refuse her to refine the potion in advance.

Teal felt that a large part of the reason why Professor Snape agreed was that she had finished processing the horseradish in the morning.

Professor Snape had classes all afternoon, and after letting Teal into his office, he warned Teal in cold words for a long time, not allowing Teal to touch any of his potions and precious materials without permission.

The potion materials that Till needs have been separated separately. Although he is curious about the private collection that Professor Snape carefully kept in the cabinet nearby, Till's curiosity has always been measured and he never touches things that he shouldn't touch. .

She was a full five meters away from Professor Snape, and then raised the fingers of her right hand to assure her seriously: "Professor, don't worry, I guarantee that when you come back, they will be placed there intact."

"Huh, that's the best." Professor Snape squinted his eyes and stood at the door holding his teaching aids. Seeing Till's serious look, he slammed the door and left without looking back.

Till waited for him to leave, and his whole body relaxed visibly. She looked around and went to the corner she was familiar with. After lighting five candles, she followed the steps and lit the flame under the crucible.

She knew the steps of refining the potion by heart, and had virtually refined it several times with the system "teacher" in the study room. What was really lacking was the real practice.