Chapter 20: Two Choices

Sean had originally thought that brewing potions was not a very difficult thing, after all, it had strict steps.

But things were far from as simple as he had imagined.

He knew that dried nettles and crushed snake fangs should be thrown into the cauldron to stew together, and porcupine quills should be added after the fire was extinguished.

But this was just a brief description, and once it involved practice, it was full of problems.

To what extent should the snake fangs be crushed? How long after the fire was extinguished should the porcupine quills be added?

How much force should be used for stirring? What was the arc of the stirring? When should one stir?

Regarding these questions, the book had no records at all, and Professor Sineipu didn't explain even a little bit.

Sean felt that these were very likely things that wizards didn't need to be taught.

Perhaps there would be an instinct, just like when he practiced the Levitation Charm, there would be a peculiar feeling to guide the wizard.

The result was that because these were things everyone knew, or would quickly realize even if they didn't know,

so no one taught them.

And Professor Sineipu likely never paid attention to these questions.

Otherwise, as a Potions Master, there was only a very small chance he hadn't discovered these problems.

"But I seem to be a poor student, so these problems became my difficulties."

Sean could only sigh in his heart,

his conjecture was confirmed the next second when he brewed the potion strictly according to the steps in the book and the instinct that might exist,

the cauldron, in his "as expected" and Jia Siting's puzzled eyes,

—turned into a blue potion.

"I remember, Boil-Cure Potion doesn't seem to be this color."

Jia Siting scratched his head, and he didn't quite believe this result.

The cauldron bubbled, and the blue potion slowly became viscous,

and along with the potion, Professor Sineipu's face also became terrible.

"Idiot!"

He strode over, his cloak carving out a sharp arc,

"I think, besides stirring and heat, your material handling also likely had problems..."

Professor Sineipu waved his wand, and a stool appeared in front of him, and he sat down gracefully,

his gaze locked firmly on that pot of blue potion. He only observed for a few seconds before sneering,

"Stupid choice of porcupine quills, troll-like choice of nettles, and disastrous choice of snake fangs,

actually choosing non-venomous snake fangs?! Two fools who deserve to be hung on a painting!"

He roared mercilessly, waving his wand to sweep the potion in the cauldron away.

"You should be thankful that the steps were not wrong, otherwise you would know the lesson that fools will get in potions!"

His voice was as chilling as the cold wind in the dungeon.

"Deduct one point—each."

Jia Siting felt that something was wrong when he saw Professor Sineipu coming, but such intensive mockery still made his face flush,

and Sean's big eyes also lost their luster. Just like when he practiced spells before, he had no instinctive perception of potion brewing.

He could probably guess his potion talent.

Even after class, the young wizards didn't dare to speak loudly, and the shadow of Potions class still loomed over everyone's head.

"Sean, don't worry, we will earn back the lost points." ===== CHAPTER 21 =====