Hogwarts: Atypical Slytherin

"There is no such thing as a free lunch, miss." Snape gave a very nasty smile.

When he said this, the black-haired girl was already busy processing various potion materials. She kept sorting the potion materials in her hands, and occasionally she would raise her head and stare at the side. The crucible is emitting bubbles of unknown colors. She didn't expect (well, maybe she did) that she came to the Snake King's private territory not only to solve some of her "troubling little problems", but also to help Snape prepare some regular medicines.

"Oh my God!" Crowney sighed in his heart, "This is a true prophecy! I lied to my mother that I was going back to school to practice magic! And now I am really learning!!! Deception is indeed bad of!"

"But at least there aren't any little slugs or anything like that." She was already enjoying herself.

But what Snape said is indeed true - there is no free lunch in the world, and the magic stabilizer to treat the magic riots of young wizards is extremely expensive. Sometimes, depending on the different physical conditions of the young wizards, even pharmacists have to adjust the content. Adjust the ingredients and brewing time - and there is nothing with more added value than customization by the youngest potions master in Europe.

"Yes, Professor!" When Clooney thought of her relatively poor pocket, she felt that her whole body was full of motivation to work again, "I will do a good job!"

The method of brewing blood-replenishing potions is not difficult, but the demand for blood-replenishing potions in basic medical care is very high: even with magic that can temporarily heal, wizards still cannot solve some of the inherent attack characteristics of certain magical animals. In the case of massive blood loss, blood replenishing medicine can quickly replenish the body's lost blood - this is much more convenient than blood transfusion. In the past few years of working as a potion brewing laborer, Crowney had learned the brewing method of this potion by heart.

After she completed her dean's quota for the day with a sore back, Snape was already waiting aside with a bottle of black liquid.

"Not bad." He gave a rare compliment, "It seems your brain is safe for the time being."

But he was not ready to wait for Clooney to answer, so he shook the strange liquid in his hand: "I have read your report and found that your internal magic circuits have been damaged to varying degrees. So I suggest that you stop practicing for a while. Some intense magic—"

"I can't use it, Professor." The girl lowered her head limply like a frost-beaten eggplant. After hearing this, she smoothly pulled out her wand from the wand bag next to her jeans pocket and flicked it. With a wave, the tip of the wand lit up with intermittent light, like a small light bulb that was about to expire with poor contact.

"Drink-drink-it-" Snape snatched away her wand, and the light at the tip of the wand was completely extinguished as soon as it left her hand. The ruthless professor then stuffed the medicine bottle into her hand, "Now - now -"

Clooney nodded obediently, opened the lid without hesitation and drank the potion boldly.

"Uh huh!!" After the liquid in front of her was consumed, she tasted the strange smell of the black potion. The various fishy smells even spread from her mouth to her nasal cavity, and it was even a little spicy, but she didn't like it. I know how to describe this weird smell.

"The potion has a bad taste. You wouldn't think that it would taste as sweet as soda, would you?" The Snake King laughed sinisterly, but he seemed to be in a good mood. His brows were usually frowning. All stretched out! "Swallow it, Albert. A drop is a galleon."

The girl heard this and pressed her hands tightly in front of her bulging mouth, trying hard to stuff all the liquid that was about to spurt out of her mouth into her throat. She felt that all the nerves in her body were protesting if she continued, but there was even more than half of the bottle of potion left in her hand.

"Are you drinking separately?" The girl stared at the ceiling, her eyes wandering from side to side, "For example, twice a day, once in the morning and evening."

"I assume that the ticking object in your hand is not a decoration. It is noon now." Snape's expression did not reveal a trace of pity, but Clooney clearly heard a trace of smile leaking in his words, " Drink it!”

"I AM GOING TO VOMIT!!" She retched several times in despair, and then drank the good medicine that tortured her in one breath. The weird fishy smell did not dissipate because they entered her stomach, but became stronger: she felt like she had eaten the belly of a hundred fish in one go, and then swallowed fifty more The scent glands of chickens and ducks, then bravely put the raw pig belly in their mouths and chewed it continuously, but in the end they unfortunately bit the snake's gallbladder, which was also filled with skunk farts.

"Water! I want water!" She held her head high, opened her mouth, and tears gush happily from her abundant tear ducts, "I can't help it anymore!"

Snape very kindly poured a full glass of water and handed it to her hand, then stood aside with his arms folded across his chest. At this time, Clooney suddenly understood the meaning of this drop in the bucket - a glass of water can't solve this odor at all.

"Professor, what did you put in it?" She held her tongue and gasped hard, "That's not how the book you gave me described the taste of the magic stabilizer."

"Secret--" Snape said the word softly, "I'm glad you can still remember the contents of the book--but if you were more serious--you would find that it was just an ordinary magic stabilizer. production methods and finished product performance.”

"You are a magic rioter at school age. There are few clinical cases." He replied lightly, "The content of the medicine cannot be disclosed to outsiders - it is a patent."

"Wizards also have patents!" Snape refused to add water to her at this time. She shouted while stretching her neck, trying to keep the nauseating smell away from her taste receptors.

"HELP ME!" She pulled on the Snake King's tight sleeves, "HELP ME! I CAN'T STAND IT!"

"You can't drink any more. It will affect the efficacy of the medicine." The cold potions master took the life-saving straw from her hand, put it aside casually, and then stuffed a leaf with a cool taste into her mouth.

The smell of the potion did not dissipate, but was mixed with the smell of the leaves. But as time went by, they slowly blended together, making it feel less overwhelming. But her stomach began to cramp as the smell eased, and soon the sharp pain spread to every corner of her body along with the blood flow, even the tips of her limbs - she Soon he was convulsing.

Snape caught her limp body very quickly. The girl's face turned red from the pain, and the masseter muscles on her cheeks protruded to a large extent due to excessive force. After a while, she was soaked in cold sweat. short sleeves.

Compared with this kind of pain, Clooney felt that the Animagus was nothing. She even felt that the initial pain of the Animagus had become milder. The best the animagus can do is squeeze your bones together and make you feel like you're being compressed into something else. But Snape's potion can make your blood vessels feel extremely unbearable pain, as if sharp needles are pricking you every part of your body in very dense and small places, from the inside to the outside, she feels sad. It was great, but no sound came out at all.

The distant memories seemed to come back, and her thoughts even wandered to the small room where she met Green: had Green suffered this kind of pain at that time, would it be more painful than this? A hundred times more painful? Voldemort's skills in curses are so high. When he wants to torture someone he hates, does the tortured person have to endure thousands of times more pain than ordinary people?