Chapter 128

The warmth of the cauldron could not hide Sineipu's cold anger,

Nimbus 2000.

This word was like a key, instantly opening a box of memories filled with humiliation, jealousy, and powerlessness.

When those eyes were once again connected to that stupid activity, a sharp anger of being betrayed and fooled surged instantly.

He almost blurted out the most vicious sarcasm, smashing this broom along with all the dirty memories it represented.

Sean was seriously processing the materials, not noticing Professor Sineipu's cannibalistic gaze at all.

Professor Sprout had just taught him the processing techniques for ginger powder, wood sorrel, mugwort, and aloe juice.

If he didn't focus on processing according to the notes, he would inevitably overlook some small details.

So he took the notes and looked at them carefully by the light of the magic candle.

Seeming to feel something unusual, he looked back and happened to see Professor Sineipu's extremely cold gaze;

in a focused state, he didn't care and silently turned back to process the wood sorrel.

He quietly reviewed his processing, guessing which part had gone wrong again.

Professor Sineipu is undoubtedly harsh; after all, the only people he wants to teach are geniuses, not ordinary people.

His education is like requiring doctoral students to do what some children who have just graduated from elementary school do,

and what he considers to be a matter of course is like a heavenly book to some children.

For the vast majority of young wizards, he is so harsh that wizards are afraid just mentioning him.

But for Sean...

he can be called a good professor.

Sean carefully chopped the wood sorrel; this grass is light pink and has a faint scent similar to vinegar, and because it is similar to the lantern grass, it is called wood sorrel.

In the wizarding world, it can be used in several potions.

And when the notes were taken away, watching the young wizard return to the appearance of brewing potions in a flurry,

Sineipu's anger also subsided a lot in his focused green eyes.

Complex emotions flashed in his cold, deep eyes.

Just watching the young wizard busy for a long time, finally processing some low-level materials, he still couldn't help it:

"Idiot! If you use those poorly ground materials with little juice again, get out of the dungeon!"

Sean silently took back the materials he was about to put into the cauldron and instead re-processed them according to Professor Sineipu's teaching.

At this moment, Sineipu's gaze was almost scrutinizing; he could never tolerate the noble potion having the slightest connection with that dirty sport.

Nimbus 2000, brewing potions, making money...

He instantly reached a natural conclusion:

An orphan, with no source of income, yet researching the most expensive broom, wanting to make money by brewing potions to buy this broom.

How vulgar! Pitiful!

So pitiful that he couldn't help but sneer.

"Hehe—a truly pitiful orph—"

Before he finished speaking, Sean had already put down the notes, and the materials he put in made the cauldron boil rapidly,

the surging heat distorting the surrounding air and Sineipu's shadow.

The heat generated in an instant also caused the notes to turn pages slowly, and a line of text appeared before Sineipu's eyes.

【The Nimbus 2000 showed excellent emergency turning ability during the morning flight test,

the secret to this control does not rely on the waist and abdomen, but on the mental guidance of the second set of spell groups on the left rear.

It is almost exactly the same as the guidance in the last step of potion brewing; sure enough, magic is connected by a source line】

Sean turned his head quickly in a flurry, and Professor Sineipu's words were instantly stuck in his throat.

"A truly pitiful heat! I think your troll-like brain can't understand the beauty of slow simmering.

Then you should learn the content written on the bottom left of page sixty-three of "The Book of Potions"—when the Deflating Draught boils, the heat should be one time the constant!"

Sean seemed to ignore the professor's scolding, focusing on adjusting the heat by the second,

the bubbles in the cauldron surged and burst rapidly, exuding intoxicating white smoke.

He also recalled the book he had just come into contact with.

This was written by Zygmunt, a famous pharmacist who left Hogwarts,

when he was fourteen, he was already the best student in the potion class, and could even correct the teacher's mistakes when using soft-claw lobster tails to make potions.

Feeling that he was fully prepared, he asked the headmaster to allow him to participate in the Magic School Potion Championship.

However, the headmaster at the time refused because he was not yet seventeen, and the championship was too dangerous for him.

Angry, Bachi decided to leave school in protest.

Bachi felt that Hogwarts was a school that wanted to kill his becoming an outstanding pharmacist, so he never regretted his decision.

But what impressed Sean the most was the interesting story when he was at Hogwarts—

At that time, one of Bachi's opponents splashed love potion on himself and fell in love with the potion teacher at the time.

Later, whenever his laughing potion needed loud, uncontrollable laughter, he would think of this incident.

It seemed like just an interesting story not worth noting, but Sean keenly noticed one point.

That is, since the laughing potion needs loud, uncontrollable laughter, can it be reasonably inferred that other potions also need a wizard's emotions?

Perhaps the emotions shown by the Libash Bolachi Master ritual are not the end point; that is just focusing on and longing for the potion's success.

In other words, that is strengthening belief.

And the advancement of potions, perhaps like spells, requires more refined emotions.

For example, the liberation of the Levitation Charm, the longing for light of the Lumos Charm...

Potions and spells should be connected by a source line.

Professor Sineipu's face could no longer be seen clearly in the firelight, his anger disappeared in an instant, and his body hid in the shadows of the dungeon.

Sean Green, he already had a broom; where it came from didn't matter at all.

What matters is that he loves potions, which has already been verified by Sineipu and Bolachi—

people who don't love potions can never get those notes.

So, what was he doubting?

The anger that distorted his reason and the note in his hand reminded him again of that irreversible sentence; just today, this incident almost repeated itself.

"Sean Green..."

His black robe moved slightly, his cold gaze looking down at Sean,

"Heh—perhaps you are willing to explain—you use a stupid broom, are you planning to use it to perform some... stupid acrobatics?"

His gaze returned to that distant Hogwarts; if he hadn't been distorted by anger, if he hadn't said that sentence, but like now...

The cauldron bubbled, the sunset spilled through the cracks, and the knot in Sineipu's eyes formed a cocoon in the moss on the dungeon stone floor,

the spiders here had lived for a long time, and they seemed to be exposed to the sun for the first time.