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Chapter 47 You didn’t say anything about brewing any magic potion.
Jailbroken? ? ?
All the little wizards subconsciously moved away from Remy, as if this would clear their relationship with Remy.
Harry and Ron stared at Remy in disbelief, especially Ron, who didn't know whether he was crying or laughing.
You could say he was crying, the corners of his mouth were raised.
Call it a laugh, but it looks uglier than crying.
"Remy, you...must be joking, right?" Harry asked.
"How? When have I ever made a joke?"
After saying that, Remy lowered his head and thought for a moment before spreading his hands.
"Oh, I seem to have been joking...well, I was joking."
call……
Ron was the first to let out a long sigh of relief, but then his heart began to rise again.
"But what do you want me to use to cook the potion?" Remy looked around: "Don't potions class provide pots?"
Uh……
Harry and Ron looked at each other and saw deep despair in each other's eyes.
That's it. It seems that today's points are deducted.
"Since you're here for class, why don't you bring your cauldron with you?" Ron muttered, not looking like he was asking, but more like he was complaining.
"Look what you said, I didn't bring any textbooks! How could I bring those things if I didn't go back to the dormitory?" Remy said.
Harry: ...
Ron: …
What you said makes sense, no wonder you are so confident.
The two people who were already numb decided to give up the possibility of Remy not being deducted points, and settled for the next best thing and instead discussed how to prevent Remy from being deducted points.
In the end, Harry gave his notebook to Remy. His notebook and the potions textbook both had black covers and were about the same size, in an attempt to help Remy get through.
After all, it was Harry's kindness. Remy put away the notebook and stood aside to watch the two of them prepare the potion.
"I think maybe you can use Neville's cauldron. You guys are in the same dormitory. He has gone to the hospital and won't be able to use it again." Hermione said as she was brewing potion diagonally across from them.
"Oh, Hermione, you are such a genius!"
Harry was overjoyed when he woke up the dreamer, and hurried over with Ron to move Neville's cauldron to Remy.
Looking at the dirty cauldron, Remy was a little disgusted, but after repeated urging from Harry and Ron, he finally reluctantly agreed to use Neville's cauldron to prepare the potion.
"I really can't figure out why the Potions class is held in a basement with extremely poor ventilation conditions." Remy covered his nose while brewing the potion. The pungent smell of the potion lingered for a long time: "And it hasn't been washed yet. The place for the cauldron!”
"I can't figure it out, but now is not the time to complain. We have to... wait a minute, Remy, what did you just put?" Harry suddenly asked with his eyes widened.
Remy looked at the pot in front of him and thought for a moment: "Narcissus root powder, what's wrong?"
"Why did you put narcissus root powder? You put porcupine quills!" Harry said anxiously.
Remy blinked: "Why release porcupine quills?"
"Of course you need to use porcupine quills when preparing boil medicine to treat boils. Do you read the book?" Ron asked.
"I just operated it by reading the book!"
Remy pointed to the potion book on the table that Harry had put before with a speechless expression. He saw that the right half of the page close to Remy was the water of life and death...but the book on the side closer to Harry The left part of it is clearly a boil-removing medicine.
Harry and Ron were immediately speechless.
"Well, I hope your elixir of life and death can be brewed successfully and is strong enough. When Snape comes back to taste the potion, we may be able to drink it directly. That way we don't have to worry about deducting college points. Ron complained.
The speaker was unintentional, but the listener was intentional. After hearing Ron's words, Remy's eyes suddenly lit up.
Yes, I can pour out Snape's potion!
I just deducted points randomly, so I have to give you some clues to let you know who is the king of Hogwarts!
While brewing the water of life and death, Remy secretly looked at the boil-removing medicine that others were about to brew, observing the color, consistency and taste of the real boil-removing medicine.
"Well, I need to adjust the color and add some thickener."
"It's not for me to eat it anyway. Let's get some industrial-grade powerful pigments and powerful thickeners. I should... eat the immortal wizard."
With this in mind, Remy picked up a piece of licorice on the shelf next to him and started to make alchemy.
Harry and Ron looked at Remy with vacant eyes. Although they didn't know what he was doing, after looking at each other, they stood beside Remy silently to help Remy block the sight of others, especially those coming from The sight of Slytherin House next door.
Especially the sight of a certain platinum-haired male student.
After a while, Remy successfully refined the required pigments and thickeners, and added them little by little into the life and death water.
Add and stir until the color and consistency are similar to the mushy unknown substance in Harry's cauldron next to it.
After sniffing back and forth, Remy started alchemy again to refine the essence.
When everything was done, Remy clapped his hands happily.
"It's done! I'm 100% sure it's the boil remover!" Remy said.
Harry and Ron looked at each other, each seeing joy and a hint of mischievous anticipation in each other's eyes.
Looking across from her, Hermione was worried and speechless.
If Professor Snape discovers this, it will be a big problem!
But now there is no other way to get through. Professor Snape may come back at any time, and it is simply unrealistic to brew a pot of potion again.
At this moment, Hermione could only pray that Professor Snape would not taste Remy's potion, otherwise he might be able to get away with the appearance of Remy's potion.
While Hermione kept praying in her heart, she didn't know if she heard her inner calling, but Professor Snape really came back.
Upon entering the classroom, Professor Snape looked around the classroom and then went straight to Remy... Harry next to him.
This made Remy feel a little unhappy.
You just targeted me so much, and now you don't even look at me but just stare at Harry. What do you mean?Who do you think I am?
With this in mind, while everyone's attention was on Harry and Snape, who was tasting the potion made by Harry with a silver spoon, Remy quietly put a magic crystal into the pot.
"Mr. Potter, although you successfully brewed the potion, it is already a bit mushy, and the potency is at least 30.00% less effective. I guess you must not have stirred it all the way. Therefore, fail, Gryffindor College buckle..."
sniff~
what is this?
Boil removal medicine?
How come boil medicine smells so good?
Turning to look at the cauldron in front of Remy, Professor Snape's eyes widened slightly.
A pot of potion with bright color and fragrant aroma will whet your appetite just by looking at it.
After hesitating for a moment, Snape swallowed inconspicuously, and after quickly saying that Gryffindor had deducted one point, he swung the spoon and walked to Remy's side.
"Next, let me try the potion brewed by Mr. Barrett." Snape said solemnly.
It’s over.
All the little wizards subconsciously moved away from Remy, as if this would clear their relationship with Remy.
Harry and Ron stared at Remy in disbelief, especially Ron, who didn't know whether he was crying or laughing.
You could say he was crying, the corners of his mouth were raised.
Call it a laugh, but it looks uglier than crying.
"Remy, you...must be joking, right?" Harry asked.
"How? When have I ever made a joke?"
After saying that, Remy lowered his head and thought for a moment before spreading his hands.
"Oh, I seem to have been joking...well, I was joking."
call……
Ron was the first to let out a long sigh of relief, but then his heart began to rise again.
"But what do you want me to use to cook the potion?" Remy looked around: "Don't potions class provide pots?"
Uh……
Harry and Ron looked at each other and saw deep despair in each other's eyes.
That's it. It seems that today's points are deducted.
"Since you're here for class, why don't you bring your cauldron with you?" Ron muttered, not looking like he was asking, but more like he was complaining.
"Look what you said, I didn't bring any textbooks! How could I bring those things if I didn't go back to the dormitory?" Remy said.
Harry: ...
Ron: …
What you said makes sense, no wonder you are so confident.
The two people who were already numb decided to give up the possibility of Remy not being deducted points, and settled for the next best thing and instead discussed how to prevent Remy from being deducted points.
In the end, Harry gave his notebook to Remy. His notebook and the potions textbook both had black covers and were about the same size, in an attempt to help Remy get through.
After all, it was Harry's kindness. Remy put away the notebook and stood aside to watch the two of them prepare the potion.
"I think maybe you can use Neville's cauldron. You guys are in the same dormitory. He has gone to the hospital and won't be able to use it again." Hermione said as she was brewing potion diagonally across from them.
"Oh, Hermione, you are such a genius!"
Harry was overjoyed when he woke up the dreamer, and hurried over with Ron to move Neville's cauldron to Remy.
Looking at the dirty cauldron, Remy was a little disgusted, but after repeated urging from Harry and Ron, he finally reluctantly agreed to use Neville's cauldron to prepare the potion.
"I really can't figure out why the Potions class is held in a basement with extremely poor ventilation conditions." Remy covered his nose while brewing the potion. The pungent smell of the potion lingered for a long time: "And it hasn't been washed yet. The place for the cauldron!”
"I can't figure it out, but now is not the time to complain. We have to... wait a minute, Remy, what did you just put?" Harry suddenly asked with his eyes widened.
Remy looked at the pot in front of him and thought for a moment: "Narcissus root powder, what's wrong?"
"Why did you put narcissus root powder? You put porcupine quills!" Harry said anxiously.
Remy blinked: "Why release porcupine quills?"
"Of course you need to use porcupine quills when preparing boil medicine to treat boils. Do you read the book?" Ron asked.
"I just operated it by reading the book!"
Remy pointed to the potion book on the table that Harry had put before with a speechless expression. He saw that the right half of the page close to Remy was the water of life and death...but the book on the side closer to Harry The left part of it is clearly a boil-removing medicine.
Harry and Ron were immediately speechless.
"Well, I hope your elixir of life and death can be brewed successfully and is strong enough. When Snape comes back to taste the potion, we may be able to drink it directly. That way we don't have to worry about deducting college points. Ron complained.
The speaker was unintentional, but the listener was intentional. After hearing Ron's words, Remy's eyes suddenly lit up.
Yes, I can pour out Snape's potion!
I just deducted points randomly, so I have to give you some clues to let you know who is the king of Hogwarts!
While brewing the water of life and death, Remy secretly looked at the boil-removing medicine that others were about to brew, observing the color, consistency and taste of the real boil-removing medicine.
"Well, I need to adjust the color and add some thickener."
"It's not for me to eat it anyway. Let's get some industrial-grade powerful pigments and powerful thickeners. I should... eat the immortal wizard."
With this in mind, Remy picked up a piece of licorice on the shelf next to him and started to make alchemy.
Harry and Ron looked at Remy with vacant eyes. Although they didn't know what he was doing, after looking at each other, they stood beside Remy silently to help Remy block the sight of others, especially those coming from The sight of Slytherin House next door.
Especially the sight of a certain platinum-haired male student.
After a while, Remy successfully refined the required pigments and thickeners, and added them little by little into the life and death water.
Add and stir until the color and consistency are similar to the mushy unknown substance in Harry's cauldron next to it.
After sniffing back and forth, Remy started alchemy again to refine the essence.
When everything was done, Remy clapped his hands happily.
"It's done! I'm 100% sure it's the boil remover!" Remy said.
Harry and Ron looked at each other, each seeing joy and a hint of mischievous anticipation in each other's eyes.
Looking across from her, Hermione was worried and speechless.
If Professor Snape discovers this, it will be a big problem!
But now there is no other way to get through. Professor Snape may come back at any time, and it is simply unrealistic to brew a pot of potion again.
At this moment, Hermione could only pray that Professor Snape would not taste Remy's potion, otherwise he might be able to get away with the appearance of Remy's potion.
While Hermione kept praying in her heart, she didn't know if she heard her inner calling, but Professor Snape really came back.
Upon entering the classroom, Professor Snape looked around the classroom and then went straight to Remy... Harry next to him.
This made Remy feel a little unhappy.
You just targeted me so much, and now you don't even look at me but just stare at Harry. What do you mean?Who do you think I am?
With this in mind, while everyone's attention was on Harry and Snape, who was tasting the potion made by Harry with a silver spoon, Remy quietly put a magic crystal into the pot.
"Mr. Potter, although you successfully brewed the potion, it is already a bit mushy, and the potency is at least 30.00% less effective. I guess you must not have stirred it all the way. Therefore, fail, Gryffindor College buckle..."
sniff~
what is this?
Boil removal medicine?
How come boil medicine smells so good?
Turning to look at the cauldron in front of Remy, Professor Snape's eyes widened slightly.
A pot of potion with bright color and fragrant aroma will whet your appetite just by looking at it.
After hesitating for a moment, Snape swallowed inconspicuously, and after quickly saying that Gryffindor had deducted one point, he swung the spoon and walked to Remy's side.
"Next, let me try the potion brewed by Mr. Barrett." Snape said solemnly.
It’s over.
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