Hogwarts: From Luna's family to god

Professor McGonagall rubbed her brows, "I remember Madam Pomfrey told you to pay attention..."

"How could I let down Weizet?" Dumbledore picked up a blue-wrapped candy.

"I highly recommend this popping candy! Sprinkle a handful into your mouth and you will feel the candies fighting in your mouth!"

He picked up another egg-shaped chocolate, "This is also very interesting. Muggles put toys in the candy. There are cars that run by themselves when you drag them, dolls that move by themselves when you twist the wind..."

Just as Dumbledore was introducing the sweets, Snape also came to the teacher's table.

He looked at Dumbledore's movements, curled his lips, and sat down farthest from Dumbledore.

Flitwick waved his wand, causing the chair to float next to Snape, "Professor Snape, Vizette should have given you a gift, right? With his character, he will definitely not miss you."

"Gift? Sent." Snape responded simply in a low voice, "A set of useless potion equipment and a bottle of soul soothing agent."

"The finished product of Soul Relief is very bad, and there must be something wrong with the technique. I wrote him a letter pointing out those shortcomings."

"I see..." Flitwick murmured, "Is this your Christmas gift to Weizet? An improvement opinion on potions?"

"You can think whatever you like..." Snape knocked on the table, and a serving of bacon, sausages and buttered bread appeared on the plate in front of him.

Flitwick sighed: "It's really special! You rarely give gifts at Christmas...letters go out..."

Chapter 90 Taste the Soul

"Oh." Snape's voice was still low, and he cut the bacon slowly, "I just can't bear to see those potion materials being wasted, that's all."

Flitwick showed a meaningful smile, "I understand! I understand!"

Just then, an owl flew into the auditorium with flapping wings.

It held a rope in its paws, pulled a large package, and flew to the other end of the teacher's table.

That's where Quirrell is.

Flitwick looked at the owl flying out of the auditorium and said thoughtfully: "Look at the shape of the package, does it also contain potion?"

Snape glanced at it casually and sniffed again, "Soul Soothing Potion, the quality is equally bad!"

Quirrell seemed to be frightened by the sudden owl. It was not until he saw the signature of Weizet on the package that he regained his composure, picked up the package and left the auditorium.

He sprinted back to the office at a sprint speed of 100 meters. His stomach turned so quickly that he felt like he would vomit out the few bites of breakfast he had eaten in the morning.

"Hurry up! Open that package! I want the potion inside!" Voldemort's dull voice came from the cloth bag on the back of his head.

Quirrell didn't dare to neglect. He pulled off the cloth bag and waved his wand to open the package.

Inside was a glass bottle filled with silver potion, with a layer of mist floating around the mouth of the bottle.

There is also a magic greeting card stuck on it: Professor Quirrell, I hope this bottle of soul soothing medicine can help you regain your spirit, Merry Christmas!

"It seems that ridiculous emotions are not useless." Voldemort looked at the mirror, his eyes focused on the glass bottle.

"At least the Obscurial One brought a large bottle of Soul Relief. Pour it to me quickly! Hurry!"

Quirrell poured out a glass of soul soothing potion and waved his wand to float the potion in front of Voldemort.

Voldemort was like a thirsty traveler in the desert, frantically sucking up this glass of soul soothing potion.

He showed an unfinished expression, "Very good! Great! Sure enough... everything is going according to my plan!"

Voldemort's demeanor looked much better, and even Quirrell's face had recovered a bit and was no longer so pale.

"Master...what do you mean by these words?" Quirrell felt his heart sink and asked quickly.

Voldemort was in a good mood and actually explained in a calm tone: "Soul Soothing Potion...a very high-level but not difficult potion..."

"It tests the purity of the potion master's soul. The purer...or the more paranoid the soul, the better the soul soothing potion can be produced."

"Of course...it's purely based on the judgment criteria of those potion masters, and my judgment standard is...chaos!"

Quirrell had a bad premonition and quickly asked: "Master, so the soul of Weizet..."

"Yes! Yes!" Voldemort let out a ferocious laugh, "He is being affected! Delicious! An extremely delicious soul soothing agent! How many flavors have I felt?"

"Let me do the math... pure chaos, evil... delicious! Quirinus! Give me another!"

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"Complete nothingness...novelty! Another drink!"

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"Ah... there is also a weird taste... it's hard to describe... I've never experienced it... otherworldly..."

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He was like a seasoned gourmet, savoring the taste of Vizette's soul through glass after glass of soul soothing elixir.

"It's amazing! It's amazing! I haven't felt this comfortable for a long time! Quirinus...I'm afraid you can't understand that feeling...the feeling of tasting the soul!"

Voldemort was indeed in a good mood and was even willing to explain a few more words to Quirrell.

"Quilinas... your soul is very boring... you can see the cowardice at the end, pitifully trying to seek a sense of identity... but you are as timid as a squirrel..."

"This is why I chose you... I can see that you long for power and the attention of others, just like a squirrel longs for pine cones..."

Quirrell had a complicated expression, trying his best to understand Voldemort's words.

He asked tentatively: "Master, he has made a soul soothing elixir that satisfies you... Can you stop teaching him black magic?"

"Keep him here...let him provide you with more soul soothing agents...I can provide materials and let him make more in case of emergency."

"Quirinas...Quirinas..." Voldemort's tone became sinister, "Your memory is always so bad and you easily forget important things!"

"I can see everything about you, Quirinus... You should be thankful that with this bottle of soul soothing potion, you will be better off, understand?"

"It's... my master!" Quirrell shuddered, "I... understand."

"Very good! Very good!" Voldemort smiled sinisterly, "Since it's Christmas, I should give you some gifts."

"Quirinas! I hope you can remember what abilities I have in the coming days... It really takes a long time to remember!"

In an instant, black-green light enveloped the entire office...

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The Christmas holiday is very long, lasting for most of a month.

Weizet was either tending the garden with Luna or studying Snape's replies.

Before Christmas, he had actually just completed the theoretical study of the soul soothing agent. Adhering to the "theory plus practice" learning method, he took advantage of the Christmas holiday to make the soul soothing agent according to the contents of his notes.

This potion is a high-level potion. There will be more variables during the cooking process, and the heat and techniques need to be constantly adjusted.

Even with the help of Wizette's magic eyes, the process of making the potion was extremely thrilling.

The moment he made the potion, he felt very accomplished.

After his tasting, both the quality and effect achieved the results recorded in his notes.

This is why he gave it to Snape and Quirrell as a gift.

It was given to Quirrell to help him relieve his mood and worries;

Giving it to Snape has an added meaning of "handing in homework".

However, in the eyes of Snape, the master of potions, the soul soothing potion produced by Wizette was completely substandard.

It was also something that Weizet didn't expect.

Snape wrote a long letter about this,

It lists possible reasons for failure and gives many improvement methods.

In addition to the letter, he also sent a large package of potion ingredients.

This large package of potion ingredients required three owls to successfully deliver it.

Putting aside the harsh and sarcastic sentences and words, Weizet could sense Snape's good intentions from this letter.

Following the suggestions in the letter, he revised the contents of his notes, set up several control groups, and gradually improved the heat, stirring techniques, and the time it took to cast the spell with the wand.

After spending most of the Christmas vacation and paying huge material costs, Weizet still couldn't get Snape's approval.

Even later, Snape directly told him not to continue practicing Soul Soothing Potion for the time being.

The arrival of this news shocked Weizet a bit...

Chapter 91 Vacation is over

Snape later sent a letter, in which he gave his reasons: It might be that Obscurus still existed in the body, which affected Wizette's control of the soul soothing agent.

Wei Zet rarely felt a little down, and felt a little frustrated in his heart.

He sat on a garden bench, holding the letter in his hand and looking at the stream in the distance.

I don't know since when, Luna has been sitting next to him so quietly.

Blow the wind with him and listen to Thor and Diana playing and cooing with each other;

Look into the distance with him, the wind blows across the lawn but cannot really bend the grass;

Sit with him from afternoon to sunset, until the stars fill the night sky and the moon hangs in the sky.