Chapter 217

Snape looked at the potion mixed with Murphy's saliva, and it took a lot of effort to control himself from not slamming the cauldron on the other party's head.

Although it is said that some disgusting materials are often added to potion making, such as rat bile, caterpillar juice, beetles, hair, etc., those are during the potion refining process.

After the medicine is made, those things have turned into potion ingredients, and the original appearance is long gone. But Murphy's behavior of spitting into the potion after it was done was completely to disgust people on purpose!

Snape was shaking with anger, "Professor Sprout! What does he count as?!"

Professor Sprout looked at Murphy blankly, "Professor Darkholm, you just now..."

Murphy: "Professor, this kind of potion must be added with the maker's saliva to form."

"Nonsense!" Snape was furious, "Where is such a potion!"

"Professor Darkholm, what is the name of this potion?"

Murphy: "This potion is called: Thick Essence. Its effect is to cause the drinker's liver fire to rise, irritable, flushed face, palpitations, shortness of breath, and in severe cases, it can also lead to white eyes, foaming at the mouth, and stiff body..."

"Nonsense! Nonsense!" A flush appeared on Snape's pale face, obviously already angry.

"You see, Professor Snape just smelled it and had such an effect." Murphy spread his hands.

Murphy wasn't deliberately disgusting people. The mouthful of saliva he spat was actually Basilisk venom—he secreted it himself. The pile of materials he took just now were all decoys, this mouthful was the essence, and he really had to spit it.

"A minute has passed, Professor Snape, will you drink it or not?" Murphy looked at the opponent, "Or you'd better admit defeat."

Snape's face was red and green, as if he had been poisoned. He gritted his teeth, his eyeballs almost popping out, but finally, he hardened his heart, picked up the bottle of potion, and prepared to drink it in one gulp.

Murphy watched silently. If he drank this in one gulp, he would definitely be petrified immediately.

However, just as the medicine bottle reached his mouth, Snape suddenly paused. He smelled the potion beside his nose, observed it carefully, and then looked at Murphy in shock, "What did you add to it?"

"The materials were all taken from your shelf, didn't you see?" Murphy said, looking at the timers on his table, "You only have eight minutes left, Professor Snape."

Snape glared at him fiercely. He carefully observed the potion and sniffed it, muttering a few spells. His brows were always tightly locked, seemingly unable to understand why the potion became the current effect, but he was worthy of being a Potions Master, already grasping the medicinal properties, set up a new cauldron, and started refining the antidote.

Murphy saw him take Mandrake juice from the shelf and sighed quietly, knowing he had discovered the petrification ingredients. This round couldn't be used to trick him.

Soon, the antidote was refined. Snape endured the disgust and drank Murphy's potion and his own antidote in turn.

Only to see his body suddenly turn pale, and then the gray-white color slowly receded, and it returned to flesh color after a while.

He was actually unscathed.

"Tsk." Murphy was slightly unhappy, but after all, he had been a Potions professor for so many years, it would be unreasonable if he didn't have this ability.

However, since the potion had been drunk, Murphy could prepare for the second round.

Feeling that it seemed difficult to knock the opponent down in one move, Murphy decided to fight a war of attrition. He summoned several more potion materials, and asked the house-elf to send a pile of apples and milk, then he set up a rack and started making medicine.

This time the potion he chose was a cleaning and brightening agent that was extremely simple to refine, and he added dragon blood that could clean the stove. This thing is not a potion for drinking, it is equivalent to disinfectant and toilet cleaner. Finally, Murphy added fructose and lactose extracted from fruits and milk to the potion before Snape's Draught of Living Death was refined.

Fructose and lactose can stimulate gastrointestinal motility, plus a large amount of foaming and cleaning agents, Murphy dared to guarantee that anyone who drank this thing would immediately turn into a spray warrior.

"Duang!"

Murphy put another bottle of potion on Snape's table, "Professor Snape, please again."

Snape glared at Murphy again. He also saw it just now and knew what kind of medicine Murphy was refining. Cleaning agent! Stove cleaner... does this count as a potion? This is not a potion for people to drink or use at all, so naturally there is no antidote.

His confidence in winning suddenly wavered. According to this trend, he didn't even dare to think about what he would be forced to eat today.

He racked his brains thinking about how to configure the antidote, while Murphy was still counting down on the side, "Another ten seconds have passed, twenty seconds, one minute, Professor Snape, only five minutes left, sigh, another half a minute has passed, you aren't unable to think of an antidote, are you?"

Snape was so annoyed he wanted to kill someone. His hands were shaking when he poured the powder of the stone into the cauldron, and he accidentally poured too much.

After finally boiling a pot of universal antidote, Snape drank Murphy's potion.

His face suddenly became extremely wonderful. A paralyzed face was distorted as never before. Murphy saw him clenching his teeth, as if tightening all the muscles in his body, preventing certain things from gushing out of his body...

Murphy couldn't help but pay tribute. He is worthy of being the man who can endure the most in the whole book. Others could rely on the law of conservation of momentum to take off at this time, but he could still hold it. This requires how strong the sphincter!

Snape was shaking all over, and it was hard to drink the antidote. He waited until the antidote took effect in extreme pain, and the power of the prehistoric flood slowly subsided.

However, as soon as he lowered his head, he found that Murphy had already started refining the third bottle of potion.

He felt a sense of fear from the bottom of his heart and began to doubt whether his challenge this time was too reckless.

However, his Draught of Living Death was finally completed, and he put the potion on Murphy's table.

He dared to guarantee that with Murphy's potion level, he would never be able to crack this Draught of Living Death with added ingredients!

However, Murphy didn't even lift his head, picked up the Draught of Living Death he had worked so hard to refine, and drank it in one gulp.

Snape widened his eyes and stared at Murphy without blinking. So arrogant, I want to see how many seconds you can hold on.

Under his gaze, Murphy picked up a glass of water-like thing beside him and took a sip.

Suddenly, several electric lights flashed behind him, and he flew away. After leaving everyone's sight, he suddenly turned into several black birds. They flapped their wings, found a comfortable and safe branch, and then fell down with a crackle, falling into a death-like sleep.

Anyway, this Draught of Living Death is not fatal. Murphy directly transferred the potion into several crows that were symbiotic with him, letting them go to sleep.

In fact, if he transformed into a demon form, he might be able to withstand this level of potion, but since there is a more convenient way, there is no need to make it so shocking.

Snape was shocked for a long time before reacting, "What was that?"

"Of course it's an antidote." Murphy looked at the opposite side with a smile, "Professor Snape, do you only have that one move? My third bottle of potion is almost refined, you know?"

(End of chapter)