Pokémon the Dream: Eevee's Journey of Change

Donald's bored eyes wandered around and finally fell on Harry beside him.

Harry was concentrating on the experiment.

He strictly followed the steps explained by Professor Snape and carefully weighed the various materials.

Donald laughed inwardly.

This so-called savior seemed to know nothing about Potions.

however,

at this time,

Harry suddenly found that there was something wrong with his wand.

The light at the tip of the wand grew fainter and flickered from time to time.

Harry frowned, feeling a surge of uneasiness.

He tried to adjust the magic output, but the wand still reacted strangely.

Donald noticed something strange about Harry and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

He knew that something interesting was going to happen next.

Just as Harry was confused, the wand in his hand suddenly lost control.

The potion splashed out, some of it even splashing onto the ground.

"Oh, how clumsy!"

Malfoy shouted in mock surprise, attracting the attention of the students around him.

Harry's face flushed instantly and he apologized hastily.

however,

Professor Snape had noticed the situation here. He walked over quickly to check Harry's experimental bench.

"Potter, do you think you can be so careless in my class?"

Professor Snape said sternly.

Harry lowered his head and said nothing, feeling very guilty.

At this time, Malfoy stood up and said hypocritically:

"Professor, maybe Harry just needs some help."

Professor Snape glared at him but said nothing.

Turn around and go back to the podium.

Professor Snape waved his wand and cleared the experimental equipment in front of Harry.

"Start over, Potter. This time I want you to focus."

He said indifferently.

Harry gave Malfoy a sad look and silently returned to his seat, ready to try again.

In the following time, Harry devoted himself to the experiment more attentively.

Malfoy watched from the side, secretly pleased with himself, and expected Harry to make another mistake.

Harry tried again, but once again there was a problem.

He was shocked; he had never encountered such a situation before.

He looked around nervously and found that the wands of other young wizards were working normally without any problems.

Just as Harry was feeling confused, a faint voice sounded in his ears.

It was a familiar voice.

"Booie"

Ibrahimovic seemed to be guiding him to make some kind of decision.

Harry concentrated, trying to hear what the voice was saying.

Although Donald said "Booie", Harry heard another reaction.

"Try stirring with your left hand..."

Harry hesitated for a moment, but decided to follow Ibrahimovic's advice.

He put down the wand in his right hand and used his left hand to gently stir the potion in the crucible.

The miracle happened!

The wand's light gradually returned to normal, and the potion began to produce the expected changes.

Harry felt excited, he succeeded!

Professor Snape walked over to Harry and checked the results of his experiment.

"Well done, Potter."

There was a barely perceptible hint of approval in Professor Snape's tone.

“It seems you do have some talent in potions.

However, next time, don’t change the operation method casually. "

Harry nodded gratefully, knowing that this success

It's not just luck, but also because of Ibrahimovic's guidance.

Then, Donald had nothing to do.

He began to act as he pleased, as if he was the only one in the world.

He picked up bottles of potions and herbs and poured them into the crucible without hesitation.

Without any regard for what is right or appropriate.

His movements were so fast it was dizzying, as if he were engaging in a frantic cooking competition.

then,

He dropped a variety of ingredients into the cauldron, the most striking of which was a fresh cucumber.

He cut the cucumber into small pieces and threw them into the cauldron.

As the cucumbers were added, the liquid in the cauldron began to bubble and hiss.

Next,

Donald put some other strange-looking objects into the crucible.

There doesn't seem to be any rhyme or reason to these things.

There was a red stone, a dead frog, a handful of soil and some leaves of unknown plants.

Each material was thrown into the crucible at random, as if playing a chaotic game.

suddenly,

A cloud of black smoke rose from the crucible, forming a black cloud of skulls.

The cloud floated in the sky, as if mocking everyone.

This strange explosion effect attracted the attention of the whole class.

Everyone looked at this scene in surprise, wondering what Donald was doing.

Even the usually serious Professor Snape couldn't help but frown, thinking to himself:

"What is this little fox going to do now?"

Snape's eyelids twitched when he saw this scene.

He immediately remembered the mysterious potion that Donald had made last time.

Is it going to happen again now?

Snape thought nervously as he quickened his pace towards Donald, trying to stop him from messing around.

However, it was too late.

Just as Snape took two steps, a loud noise came from the crucible.

Then a huge cloud of green smoke rose into the sky.

The smoke spread quickly like a ferocious monster, covering the entire classroom.

The students started coughing and some even began to cry.

"Ahem.....What's that smell?"

Hermione complained, holding her nose.

Her eyes also began to tear up and her vision became blurry.

Ron fanned the smoke in front of him with his hands, trying to get some air circulation.

Harry Potter frowned, dissatisfied with Donald's behavior.

They all knew Donald often did strange things, but this time the smoke was too much.

"Can any of you tell me what happened?"

Professor Snape asked loudly.

His voice was full of anger and majesty, making the atmosphere in the classroom tense in an instant.

The students lowered their heads, not daring to look Professor Snape in the eye.

......................

As the last wisp of smoke gradually dissipated, everyone finally saw the scene inside the crucible clearly——

The crucible that originally contained various materials was now empty.

Instead, there was a dark, sticky mass of unknown objects.

It was bubbling and emitting a pungent smell.

"Ibrahimovic, what the hell are you doing?"

Professor Snape was furious, his face frighteningly gloomy.

Donald blinked, looked innocent, and said "booie, booie".

("I just want to try out a new recipe and see what kind of potion I can make.")

Snape glared at him.

“Do you know how precious these materials are?

It was wasted by you just like that!

Also, look at the smoky mess you made in the classroom. What a mess it is!"

As he spoke, he waved the wand in his hand and whispered a spell.

A cleaning spell was cast, quickly cleaning away the stains and unpleasant smells in the classroom.

"I don't want it to happen again, you hear me?

If you dare to act so recklessly again, you will bear the consequences yourself!"

Snape warned viciously.

Donald shrank his neck and agreed.

But I didn't agree with it in my heart, thinking secretly:

Hehe, next time I will make more interesting potions!