Chapter 115

while it can indeed exchange for a high-level performance in a single potion brewing for a short time, it also leads to a period of weakness.

Just like now, he clearly felt that the problem in the final stage lay in his own insufficient magical power output.

He panted, then saw some berry candies placed on the table.

"Take a break? Eat something, it's a new flavor, berries from the Scottish Highlands."

Jia Siting said, taking a moment while controlling the bubbling cauldron.

Sean nodded; he silently estimated his state, seemingly still able to cast some spells,

but for potions, he was powerless.

This meant that potion brewing has higher requirements for a wizard's magical power level and mental willpower level.

No wonder there are so few Potions Masters.

At the same time, Sean also realized one thing: the bonus that wands and spells provide to wizards seems a bit terrifying.

Sean can now cast at least three or four Levitation Charms, and the effects they cause are no worse than the effects of potions that can make people float.

But if he were to brew such a pot of potion now, he might pass out on the spot.

Just as Sean was silently pondering, while reminding Jia Siting of the brewing details according to his notes,

Professor Sineipu came surging in like a storm, holding a roster.

"Susan Ensi, Lisa Dupin,

Hmph—troll material processing—I guess you didn't process the pufferfish eyes to standard at all,"

he first mocked the two young witches who had brewed a pot of thick potion,

"one point deducted—each, and, what are you waiting for?! Waiting for the potion to brew itself?!"

Then, as Susan shrank her head and was about to cry, he swept away.

"Ernie Macmillan—if you stir to the right again, get out! At least then this pot of potion won't explode on its own! Two points deducted!"

Ernie stopped quickly, took out his book, and trembled, almost sticking his eyes to the pages.

"Barely passing—Michael Corner, what are you waiting for? Waiting for the potion to spoil?!"

He turned into a ruthless point-deduction machine, with countless "minus one," "minus two," "minus one"... seemingly popping up above his head.

Sean and Jia Siting watched as Professor Sineipu arrived beside them.

Just as the two were waiting for the storm, Professor Sineipu paused and ignored them.

"Phew—"

Jia Siting breathed a sigh of relief,

while Sean silently looked at the crystal vial that had suddenly appeared in his hand.

It contained a transparent liquid, with only one note: Drink.

After leaving the dungeon, Sean was still a bit dazed; that potion from Professor Sineipu had only one effect—to boost vitality.

It looks similar to a Strengthening Solution, but it is remarkably effective at restoring magical power levels.

Sean's magical power recovered quite a bit just after drinking it, and even his physical strength seemed much better while climbing the stairs.

In the dungeon,

Severus Sineipu stared for a long time at the pot of potion that had failed due to insufficient magical power levels,

and a line of text faintly appeared on the roster in his hand:

"Sean Green, Guardian: None."

The Great Hall.

It was still full of noise and vitality.

The four house tables were filled with lunch plates, and the golden plates and goblets shone brightly under the light of thousands of candles.

Students were chatting away, enjoying porridge, bacon, and pumpkin juice.

"Sean, my mother often says, the sunrise is free, and so is the sunset—"

Jia Siting poked a piece of pudding and suddenly said in a low voice,

"so if you're tired, just rest."

His light gray eyes revealed sincerity,

Sean nodded silently.

Until—

"Rabbit's eyes, harp's melodic tune, turn this water into rum!"

Sean was a bit confused; he turned his head and saw Ximo sitting beside him.