Chapter 114

Swelling Solution, as the name implies, allows a part of an object to swell up.

Sean does not know where it is used; he only knows that, like most potions—

if brewed incorrectly or used incorrectly, it will cause serious consequences.

For example, when second-year students were making Swelling Solution, Harry threw a firework into Goyle's cauldron, distracting everyone.

But wherever the potion splashed, people's arms, noses, eyes, and so on swelled up in a grotesque manner.

So Sean carefully observed every move Professor Sineipu made, and his shorthand quill was also "scratching" away at the side, recording.

Grind two scoops of dried nettles, grind three pufferfish eyes, put the two portions of ground mixture into the cauldron, heat for twenty seconds, wave the wand...

Professor Sineipu's explanations often do not follow the book, and in some parts, he even makes extensive modifications—

if any young wizard dares to be the slightest bit dazed and doesn't hear clearly, following the book, an accident will easily occur.

Perhaps this is also one of the reasons why Professor Sineipu is so serious, or even intimidates the young wizards.

"If your empty brains have finally managed to cram in some knowledge,"

Professor Sineipu waved his wand, and the brewed potion was filled into a crystal vial,

he scanned the room, the young wizards were silent as cicadas in winter,

"then get into pairs and start!"

Thus, the sound of clinking and clanking came from the classroom, and the young wizards began brewing, trembling.

After a while, the brewing reached its final stage.

"... process the last ingredient, brew until a layer of white foam appears on the surface of the potion..."

Jia Siting checked his notes, acting even more nervous than Sean, who was stirring.

At this moment, Professor Sineipu was still patrolling the room to avoid further accidents,

and when he walked to Sean and Jia Siting's side, his footsteps paused.

He glanced casually at the notes laid out.

Hmph—still quite detailed, barely reaching the threshold of a passing grade...

"Oh, but Sean, why is our foam blue?"

Just then, Jia Siting asked a question.

Beside him, a dark cloud was looming, making his already tense body tremble slightly.

Sean's face was a bit pale; he turned his head and calmly gave an answer that made Jia Siting's eyes go dark:

"It failed."

Jia Siting dared not look up, seemingly waiting for something.

"Redo it! You two idiots!"

Professor Sineipu's roar rang out as expected.

Hearing that no points were deducted, Jia Siting breathed a sigh of relief, then said softly:

"You don't look so good, do you want to rest for a while? I'll handle it."

After Professor Sineipu left, Jia Siting took on all the potion-brewing tasks, handling the ingredients with extra care.

Sean, however, was panting a bit; he had underestimated the physical toll of the last potion-brewing ritual and the guidance of his will.

Master Bolachi's ritual is like an overdraft of a wizard's magical ability,