Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

【Ding! You have successfully used the 'Education' skill continuously, imparting some peculiar knowledge to everyone, with excellent eloquence, the effect is excellent, experience +150]

There were only about 40 students in the entire first year, about 10 students from each academy. Today, there are two academies taking the potion class. There are more than 20 people in total. Each person provides a maximum of 10 experience points, providing Clark with a total of 150 points. point.

That is to say, almost three-quarters of the little wizards were moved by Clark's story, and half of them were from hostile academies like Slytherin, which turned out to be more than the experience points gained in the Transfiguration class before.

"It seems that no matter which world you are in, making up stories, especially such tragic love stories, is the password to wealth!"

Looking at the news in front of him, Clark thought to himself.

And the potions class continued. For most of the next half of the class, Snape was instructing the students of the two colleges, arranging them in pairs to learn to prepare the simplest magic potion to treat boils. .

It is said to be the simplest magic potion, but it seems very complicated in terms of materials and steps.

Snape dragged his long black cloak around the classroom as if he had completely forgotten the previous episode, watching them weigh dried nettles and smash the fangs of snakes.

But almost all the students survived the criticism, especially Harry Potter was even deducted 20 points, only Clark was spared.

However, for Clark, although he is rich in theoretical knowledge, his practical ability is still lacking.

Fortunately, he and Hermione teamed up, and the two cooperated with each other, and they did a good job.

Clark grabbed a handful of dried nettles, took a look, took off a little more, it was exactly 5g, chopped it up, and handed it to Hermione. Then he picked up a few small fangs and placed them lightly on the scale.

6.5g! Exceeded!

"Well~ the effect of poisonous snake teeth is to fight poison with poison. It doesn't matter if you grind it into powder and weigh it again." He directly crushed the poisonous teeth with a pestle and hammer, carefully knocked the poisonous teeth into pieces, and then followed the clockwise direction. Grind into powder from slow to fast.

At this time, Hermione had also lit the alcohol stove, took out a small cauldron, put the dried nettle and slug tentacles Clark handed her into it, then poured five liters of water and put it on the stove to boil.

When the water boiled slightly and small bubbles appeared, Clark had already ground the powder of the snake tooth, weighed it again, and quickly took a small brush to sweep the snake tooth powder into the crucible.

One of them handles the materials and the other is in charge of cooking. Without any verbal communication, they cooperated smoothly and tacitly. Hermione had already boiled the potion on the stove while the other little wizards were adding and subtracting venomous snake teeth on the scales.

The reaction in the pot was normal. The potion gradually turned from mottled brown to pale yellow. Hermione stirred it clockwise three times, and the potion stopped boiling and turned into a pot of pale yellow liquid.

At this time, Clark quickly put on heat-insulating gloves, lifted the small crucible from the stove, and added two porcupine thorns that had already been chopped as required in the book.

The pale yellow potion began to turn to dark green. There was no violent reaction during this process, and everything seemed peaceful.

Clark stretched out his wand, and when Hermione stirred the fifth circle clockwise, he controlled the magic power to penetrate into the potion, while chanting a spell in his mouth.

With the participation of chaotic magic, the medicinal properties of the potion were distorted and reversed. The dark green that originally symbolized toxicity turned into a light blue that symbolized healing and nourishment.

At this point, Clark and Hermione became the fastest students in this class to complete the potion brewing.

Even those from wizarding families, such as Malfoy, are still grinding the serpent's teeth.

The method of brewing this potion is actually not difficult, the difficulty lies in the timing of adding the porcupine thorn. The porcupine thorn can play a role in suppressing the reaction of the medicine, and buy time for the later use of the magic spell to distort the effect of the medicine.

Snape looked at the pot of potion in front of them and walked away without saying a word, but stopped in front of Malfoy to show everyone how perfect his method of cooking the tentacled slug was.

Hermione was very dissatisfied with his discriminatory treatment, and complained to Clark: "We obviously finished the first one, and the condition is still so good, he..."

Before she could finish her words, a thick, acidic green smoke suddenly appeared in the basement classroom, and there was a loud hissing sound.

Neville somehow burned Seamus' cauldron into a crooked piece, and the potion in the cauldron spilled onto the slate floor, burning holes in the shoes of his classmates.

Within seconds, the whole class was on the stools, and Neville was soaked in the potion when the cauldron was knocked over, and his arms and legs were covered in red, swollen boils that made him scream in pain.

"Idiot!" Snape growled, wielding his wand and sweeping away the potion that was spilled on the ground.

"I think you probably put the porcupine thorn in without lifting the cauldron from the fire, right?"

Clark knew what was going on immediately after hearing the words. The porcupine thorns could suppress the reaction speed of the potion, giving the wizard time to release the spell, but when the potion was on fire, the conflict with the porcupine thorns would intensify, which led to the accident. .

Neville burst into tears, and many boils suddenly appeared on his nose.

"Send him to the hospital above." Snape snapped at Seamus, who was in the group with Neville, but Clark suddenly raised his hand and said, "Professor, I think the potion I've prepared can be cured. Neville's symptoms."

Snape turned his head to look at Clark, the expression on his face was like swallowing a toad alive, but his dignity as a potion master prevented him from telling lies about potions. With his eyes, just one glance, he knew that Clark's potion would definitely work.

And Clark had just finished speaking, he had already scooped up a bowl of light blue boils potion and helped Neville to apply it himself.

The cool potion was applied to the skin, and it quickly worked. The boils began to shrink and disappear at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the original burning pain also began to recede.

But looking at Clark, who was squatting in front of him, carefully helping himself to wipe the boils on his legs, Neville cried even more sadly. He kept saying thank you, and the tears couldn't stop flowing.

The little wizards who were still laughing at Neville, after seeing such a scene, somehow suddenly felt a little bit of shame in their hearts, and stopped their laughter embarrassedly.

Even Snape rarely said a word and acquiesced to Clark's presumptuous proposition.

It was Malfoy's group, still giggling there, causing the little wizards in Gryffindor to glare at them.