Chapter 19: Hogwarts Learning Panel, Chapter 9

Sean chose a seat not far from these specimens, and turning his head, he could still see a bat spleen,

which was a material for making magical potions and could be used to make Swelling Solution.

Just as he sat down, a boy with dimples on his face sat beside him.

"Sean, I knew you would come very early."

Jia Siting had a warm smile on his face, then took his glass bottle out of his bag and placed it neatly on the table.

Michael, who was trying to sit next to Sean, widened his eyes and looked again in disbelief:

"Is it an illusion? When did he come?"

Then he muttered and found a seat at random.

Soon, the students were all there. Perhaps because of the cold environment, or perhaps because of the terrifying legends about Professor Sineipu, not a single young wizard tried to shout or scream.

Just in the silence.

"Boom—"

A huge sound came from the dungeon door, and a man with a sallow complexion and a hooked nose strode into the classroom,

his cloak made of flowing material, billowing like black bat wings,

and he stepped onto the podium nimbly, accurately, and crisply in two or three steps.

"Listen—"

His voice was cold and low,

"This course does not require you to chant spells blindly or wave your wands around...

So I suspect that many of you will not know how to appreciate the profound science and precise craft of potion-making,

However, for those very few who truly have the intention,

I will teach you how to bewitch the mind and deceive the senses,

I will teach you how to win fame and forge glory...

There is only one condition! That is, you must not be the kind of idiots and fools I often encounter!"

His voice was gloomy and powerful, quickly suppressing the entire room.

"Hannah Abbott! Tell me, how should slugs be handled!"

His eyes were sharp, sweeping toward the little witch like a storm.

Stared at by such eyes, the little witch with braided hair had a trembling voice:

"Stewing, Professor."

Hannah had clearly read the textbook in advance, even if this was only

So she luckily escaped a disaster.

"Sit down!"

Professor Sineipu's face still did not improve.

"Sean Green, tell me, how would you handle slugs with tentacles?"

He leaned over slightly, blocking the candlelight.

"Stewing for a longer time, about three minutes, Professor."

Sean answered immediately.

"Not bad,"

Professor Sineipu swept away instantly,

"Wayne Hopkins! What is a bezoar?"

He loomed over Wayne's head like a black cloud, and the short-haired young wizard's voice sounded like it was squeezed out:

"I don't know, Professor."

"If your troll-like brain could still function, you would know that a bezoar is a solid substance taken from the stomach of a goat and can be used as an antidote for potions."

Professor Sineipu's death stare remained on Wayne, and the short-haired young wizard had already begun to tremble.

"Sit down! Hufflepuff loses one point because of your classmate Wayne's empty head!"

He scanned the room, and no one dared to meet his eyes,

"The rest of you, why don't you take out your pens and write it down!"

In the oppressive atmosphere, the young wizards wrote furiously, as if they could escape the storm stirred up by Professor Sineipu,

and Professor Sineipu's death roll call continued,

"Ernie Macmillan!"

He was exactly like a ruthless house-point-deducting machine. By the time the questioning session ended,

Ravenclaw had already lost six points, while Hufflepuff had lost a full twelve points.

This made a conjecture naturally cross Sean's mind:

Slytherin's six-year winning streak seemed... to have an inseparable relationship with Professor Sineipu's efforts.

In the original work, Professor Sineipu even recorded the name of every student to make deducting house points more convenient.

Professor Sineipu, he really...

The next words of Professor Sineipu made Sean listen intently.

"Listen carefully, if anyone dares to change the potion recipe at will, or add or subtract steps without authorization—"

Professor Sineipu scanned every face gloomily, ensuring that no one dared to be distracted in the slightest.

Then he began to teach the steps for Boil-Cure Potion, which was a simple potion for treating boils.

The cauldron in front of him was steaming, and within a few minutes, it bubbled, turning into a pot of dark green thick potion.

"I don't expect any of you to succeed quickly, I just hope some idiots don't create danger—

What are you still waiting for, now in pairs, start for me!"

Jia Siting's face turned pale, and he tried to stay calm and started following the steps.

Sean wasn't doing much better, not because of the low pressure brought by Professor Sineipu, but because of his nervousness about his unknown potion talent.

"Slugs, dried nettles, crushed snake fangs, porcupine quills...

Sean, is that right?"

Jia Siting watched Sean stack the materials, asking Sean with lingering fear. Seeing the other's calm face, he himself relaxed quite a bit.

"Hmm."

Sean nodded, then continued to handle the materials according to the standard in the book,

"Let's follow the steps, let's handle the slugs first."

Jia Siting understood immediately and began to light the cauldron.

The book said that the cauldron needed to be preheated.

"Use my cauldron?"

Jia Siting asked Sean softly,

Sean looked at Jia Siting's silver cauldron and nodded.

The quality of the cauldron wouldn't affect the quality of the potion too much, but Jia Siting's silver cauldron was indeed much better than the third-tier brass cauldron Sean had gritted his teeth to buy.

It could also provide some success rate, even if it was just psychological.

Having a hidden rich person sitting next to you is also quite good,

Sean thought. ===== CHAPTER 20 =====