Chapter 102: The Same Knowledge

Professor Sineipu is not always annoying to little wizards; at least Sean would look forward to seeing this Potions professor in the dungeon.

Although he likes to mock, the knowledge he teaches won't disappear.

This knowledge comes from the accumulation of years by a Potions Master; it is always just right, making Sean benefit a lot.

In the evening, the Hogwarts corridor is immersed in a lazy and warm atmosphere.

The setting sun casts golden light through the towering arched windows, casting long spots of light on the cold stone floor.

The edge of the Forbidden Forest in the distance begins to blur, a thin layer of twilight is spreading from the forest, slowly swallowing the tops of the towering pine trees.

Sean carried a small black bag, passing by the little wizards who were playing,

as he passed, a few Hufflepuffs looked up and didn't speak for a while.

An orphan boarding at school wouldn't have many opportunities to make money.

The ways Sean thought of to make money were probably:

Writing homework for others—but the income is low, and there might be competitors.

Purchasing for others—must master some secret passages; Sean also suspected the twins might have already entered this line of work.

The method he recognized more was going to the greenhouse—Professor Sprout is very happy to give little wizards some seeds, Sean can plant them himself and then sell them.

Earning Jin Jialong is an important thing, but if it occupies time for learning magic because of making money,

Sean would feel it's not worth the loss.

Just like the History of Magic notes, Sean wouldn't rush to perfect them because he needs to earn Jin Jialong.

History of Magic itself is interesting enough; if you can't brew a work of sincerity with long-term time, but instead make a finished product utilitarianly,

it's hard to define this as a good thing.

Thus, Professor Sineipu's words came so timely:

"Even some inferior potions won't lack wizards who crave them..."

The last time Professor Sineipu finished this sentence, Sean's eyes brightened significantly, making a certain Potions professor pause for a second.

The surrounding environment gradually became cold and dim, and Sean pushed open the dungeon door.

He didn't see the figure of a certain Potions Master, which made him slightly disappointed.

But it didn't affect him nimbly taking out materials and lighting the cauldron.

Professor Sineipu's pointers can certainly double his learning progress, but without a solid foundation, he cannot deeply understand and master it.

The melodious white steam rose again in the dungeon; the scene here seems to have never changed since the tenth century,

only the figures in front of the cauldron constantly alternate, the only thing the same is the focused eyes.

Well, two pairs.

Deep in the dungeon, beside a row of strange specimens, a pair of gloomy eyes were revealed,

currently lingering frequently and for longer periods beside Sean's cauldron, silently observing every step.

Progress, great progress, comes from almost clumsy, stubborn effort...

Just as Sean was about to brew slugs, a cold voice came:

"Is your intelligence so low that you can't even recognize slugs? They are on the left of the second shelf—"

Sean paused, looked up at the high shelf, and then used the Levitation Charm to carefully take down the glass jar.

"Your barren vision can only collect inferior materials,

next time, let me see you use those inferior materials to profane wonderful potions again...

Sean Green—you'd better get out of the dungeon before that!"

Sean naturally skipped Professor Sineipu's sarcasm and was slightly stunned—

what kind of weird thing is this, Professor Sineipu is actually willing to let him use his own materials?

Well,

Sean thought,

Hogwarts professors are indeed hidden billionaires.

When Sean was immersed in brewing potions again, Professor Sineipu also rarely fell silent.

He wouldn't forget that technique; although it was just a clumsy imitation of him,

but this is something that has never happened before; few wizards are smart enough to remember every detail of his potion brewing in class.

Constantly imitating, constantly correcting, this is almost the common path to success.

The wizard in front of him is not a potion genius, but he can be called a reclusive student who also loves Potions.

Sineipu had observed him casually,

he doesn't care about interpersonal relationships, only cares about the cauldron in front of him; this appearance makes it hard not to see some shadows of the boy from Spinner's End.

Thinking of the stupid explosions made by those stupid Gryffindors in Potions class,

especially Harry Potter, he actually wouldn't stop his idiot friends in advance!

It's clearly a provocation!

Thus, Professor Sineipu's brow, which was often furrowed due to sarcasm and dissatisfaction, relaxed slightly.

The cauldron bubbled, the thick liquid gradually turned dark green,

Sean focused on controlling the heat; the cauldron control from Master Libatius Borage can almost make the potion quality leap.

But this made Professor Sineipu's pupils shrink:

"Where did you learn this heat control—I don't remember teaching it like this!"

Sean's heart tightened.

Terrible,

does Professor Sineipu not recognize Master Libatius Borage's heat control philosophy?

Sean remembered that in the original work, Professor Sineipu had made many footnotes in the book when using Master Borage's book to improve the potion-making methods in the book.

"Advanced Potion-Making, Professor."

Sean admitted.

"Heh—"

Professor Sineipu sneered,

"The heat in the last step was low, the stirring direction in step three was reversed, redo it! Are your eyes decorations?"

Sean was stunned; Professor Sineipu actually knows this hidden part?

He didn't hesitate and quickly overturned and started over.

Two hours later.

【You brewed a pot of Boil-Cure Potion completely at a proficient standard, proficiency +10】

"Thank you, Professor."

This is the second pot of proficient-level Boil-Cure Potion Sean has brewed, which has reached the standard for sale.

Professor Sineipu recycled his potion in the name of the Hogwarts fixed potion recycling regulations,

although Sean suspected it was made up on the spot,

but the professor gave him a huge sum of three Jin Jialong.

So he put the Jin Jialong carefully in his bag without saying a word, silently thinking that Potions is really a profiteering industry in the wizarding world.

Sineipu looked at the cautious little wizard, his face full of "Heh—no prospects."

After the potion was completed, he examined the barely passing potion again, his mouth pulling into a cold arc.

His voice was like rustling sounds in the dungeon, hoarse and full of malice:

"It seems that even the most barren soil can occasionally squeeze out something decent by mistake.

An acceptable finished product only means you have barely crossed the abyss of incompetence, not stepped into the hall of Potions.

Don't use 'arrogance' to numb your nerves. Otherwise, regret is the only antidote—

Sean Green—mediocrity is a choice, and here, I absolutely do not accept those who choose mediocrity." ===== CHAPTER 103 =====