Chapter 42 Magic Potion Fountain (Please Collect and Recommend)

Kyle didn't expect that Kanna's potion skills were surprisingly good.

Whether it was making nettle solution or grinding snake teeth, every process was in order. He couldn't even help much beside him, he could only sit there and stare at the crucible in boredom.

Compared with the busy little wizards around him, Kyle looked like he was on vacation.

The main reason was that there was really nothing to help. Potions were not like other courses. There were not many practical operations. Most of the time, they were waiting for the potion to be made.

It was like making soup, preparing ingredients for ten minutes and stewing for two hours.

Of course, the premise of all this was that the operation was fine. Otherwise, just making a standard nettle infusion could keep some people busy for half a class.

Just like the two Slytherin freshmen on their left, they had gone to the storage cabinet to get nettles seven times so far.

This also caused Snape to look extremely ugly every time he looked at them. It was unclear whether he felt sorry for the nettles or was angry that his college had two students with IQs comparable to "trolls".

Kyle looked to the left and found that one of the little snakes stood up again.

Very good...eight times.

"Vlada, Walker, I hope you can use your poor brains a little." Snape finally couldn't help it, looked at them coldly and said: "If you can't make a standard yellow-green solvent this time, I will press your heads into the crucible!"

The two Slytherin freshmen were scared, especially the unlucky guy who went to get the nettles. He looked like he was going to the execution ground.

Snape glared at them, threw his robes and came to the other two little wizards.

"What are you cooking, licorice syrup? Pour it out and start over!"

"It's not yellow enough, pour it out and start over!"

"Pour it out!"

At this time, Snape was floating in every corner of the classroom like a bat spirit, and wherever he went, there were bursts of wailing.

Listening to the voices of "pour it out and start over" around him, everyone began to get nervous and their hands became more careful.

However, Kyle was not affected at all. He stared at the crucible closely, and when the solution gradually changed from yellow-green to light yellow, he directly adjusted the flame to the minimum.

At the same time, Connor immediately poured the ground snake tooth powder into it.

This step was very successful, and an unpleasant sweet and fishy smell soon wafted out of the crucible.

"Perfect." Kyle nodded and turned up the fire again.

After that, it was another long wait.

Kyle looked at Kanna and asked curiously: "Have you ever brewed potions before entering school?"

"No." Kanna was slightly stunned, shook her head and said: "What's wrong?"

"Then you have a good talent in potions. Kyle sighed: "Generally, when freshmen first come into contact with potions, it is simply a disaster, and even the crucible may explode."

"How is it possible. "Kanna obviously didn't believe it.

Kyle didn't explain, but just stretched out his hand to signal her to look around.

Kanna raised her head with a suspicious look on her face, and then she realized that the Potions classroom had been in chaos for a long time.

The little wizards were running between the crucibles and the storage cabinets with dusty faces. Their originally decent clothes were gone, and some people's hair was even smoking.

If you don't know, you might think they were blown up by the blasting spell.

And there were smoke of various colors floating above the crucibles of many people. They gathered on the roof of the classroom and gradually condensed into a ball of gray-brown strange gas. At the same time, there was an indescribable strange smell.

The smell was very unique, a bit like rotten eggs, and a bit like the smell of burning wool.

Kanna only smelled it for two seconds, and she felt something in her stomach. A surge.

Connor muttered to herself: "How is this possible? The potion is so simple..."

She looked towards Slytherin again. The little wizards there are all pure blood, and Professor Snape is their dean, so it should be very good...

Connor turned her head and saw a scene that she would never forget.

The crucible on the table next to her exploded!

No, it should be said that the potion in the crucible exploded.

The originally liquid potion suddenly produced a lot of foam and began to expand rapidly, filling the entire crucible in almost the blink of an eye.

But this is not over yet.

The next second, a lot of foam gushed out of the crucible and hit the ceiling of the classroom directly.

The scene was spectacular.

"Vlada, Walker, you two idiots! "

Snape wanted to kill, but out of a professor's instinct, he did not punish the two culprits immediately, but quickly drew his wand and pointed it at the crucible that was still spewing foam.

"Sweep clean"

"Clean up"

...

Under Snape's spell, the crucible and the foam were quickly cleaned up.

After making sure that no little wizards were injured, Snape walked angrily to the two Slytherin little wizards.

He did not curse or deduct points, but directly grabbed the collars of the two and threw them out of the Potions classroom.

"Go find Filch, detention!"

Accompanied by Snape's roar, the classroom returned to silence, and everyone shut their mouths, trying not to make any sound.

Although Kyle had nothing to do, in order to make himself look less idle, he decided to prepare the materials he would use in advance.

In fact, there was no such step in "Magic Pharmacy and Potion", but Snape asked them to cut a long and thin slit on the side of the porcupine quill, and the slug should be steamed first.

The specific reason was not mentioned. Ryan asked out of curiosity, but he was deducted three points, and then no one dared to say anything more.

Kyle took the bag of materials, picked a porcupine quill that looked good, and prepared to start with the simple one.

Because he wanted to delay time, Kyle cut very slowly. It took him more than ten minutes to cut a porcupine quill that was less than 30 cm.

However, this blatant slacking behavior soon attracted Snape's attention.

He appeared silently beside Kyle, picked up a porcupine quill on the table, looked at the crooked cut on it and sneered: "I remember, I said to cut a straight line, what is this, a dried philobol caterpillar?

Or do you not understand what "straight line" means."

Huh?

Kyle raised his head blankly, looked at Snape, and then looked at the porcupine quill in his hand that had not been cut.

He seemed to have taken this one...

Did he lose his memory?

Or did Snape deliberately take a porcupine quill from someone else in order to find a reason to scold him.

This shouldn't be the case. Although Snape is a bit shameless in deducting points, he is not shameless to this extent.

Besides, his last name is not Potter.

"Professor..."

At this time, Connor next to him suddenly raised her hand tremblingly and said in a voice with a bit of crying: "I cut this."