Chapter 64: Hogwarts Learning Panel Chapter 31

In fact, from ancient times to the present,

physical phenomena lacking metaphysical insight are as unsatisfying as metaphysics lacking physical representation.】

Behind this profound text, on a page that appeared suddenly like a sticky note.

It wrote down a paragraph that could be called a reform in the experiential potion-making knowledge:

【Every potion master should know that heat is crucial for potion brewing.

If you use a flame spell, everyone can brew perfect potions,

but as I said in "Let Yourself Have a Carnival in a Bottle,"

if you lose the peculiar intuition provided by magic, the cauldron is as unacceptable as scrap iron...】

Sean flipped the page quickly, and the most critical part jumped onto the paper:

【Although this paragraph was once mocked as a part that only "fool wizards" need to learn,

and is not recognized by tradition, but if you ask me, fuck them!

If you can see this paragraph, then I will reveal to you,

an automatically lit cauldron can also possess perfect heat.】

Sean's mood seeing this paragraph was no different from Harry discovering the Half-Blood Prince's notes, Hermione discovering the Time-Turner, Tom discovering "Secrets of the Darkest Art"...

"I—don't lack anything!"

Sean focused on brewing slugs and processing materials.

His stirring was no longer without rules, but adjusted according to the techniques revealed by Professor Professor Professor Sineipu.

His heat control no longer followed that vague standard, but followed the guidance of potion master Libatius Borage.

There wasn't much light in the dungeon, but it just happened to illuminate the little wizard's figure.

The cauldron emitted wisps of white steam, soft and elegant like silk.

In a burst of bubbling sounds and Sean's gentle breathing, the potion in the cauldron turned into a light blue-green again.

Sean knew that the next moment was the most important moment.

He used the exact same method as last time, added the slugs, and started the final stirring.

In the cold underground,

the stone shelves all around were filled with various glass jars, inside which were soaking twisted roots, animal eyeballs, or some strange scales shimmering with faint light.

A drop of cold water seeped out from a crack in the moss-covered ceiling,

and hit Sean's back of the neck precisely.

Sean felt nothing; his body and mind, like the incantation he chanted and the magic power he flowed, sank into the swirling steam.

【You practiced brewing a pot of Cure for Boils to a Novice standard, proficiency +3】

The panel's notification woke Sean from his immersion. He looked at the dark green, jelly-like liquid with burning eyes.

He understood that the most difficult step had been completed.

What needs to be done next is very simple, which is to maintain the current level, stabilize his techniques for potion brewing,

and finally completely change the white trash talent.

Sean's heart was fiery and high-spirited, but his speed in packing things up and running away was also extremely fast.

All materials were put into the bag in an instant.

After the Cure for Boils in the cauldron was carefully stored into the crystal bottle by him,

Sean waved his wand:

"Scourgify!"

The cauldron instantly returned to its original state. Sean carefully put "Advanced Potion Guide" and "Magical Drafts and Potions" into his bag.

He now knew the difference between the eight-Jin Jialong "Advanced Potion Guide" and the two-Jin Jialong "Magical Drafts and Potions."

He checked the dungeon again to confirm there were no omissions.

As the environment warmed up slightly, Jia Siting's anxious face also appeared with the sunshine.

After seeing Sean, he clearly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Great, Sean, did it go smoothly?"

He asked while panting.

"Hmm."

Sean nodded.

Meanwhile, at the corner of the corridor, a man with sallow hair and a hooked nose was walking in large strides.

The little wizards who saw him along the way all quietly retreated.

Sean and Jia Siting watched Professor Professor Professor Sineipu walk into the dungeon just like that.

The two seemed like thieves.

"Mother said, the friendship of doing bad things together is always stronger than the friendship of doing good things together."

Jia Siting said with a smile first,

then, he thought again,

"Although this isn't a bad thing, the result is the same."

?

Sean looked at him inexplicably.

Why does Mrs. Finch-Fletchley teach everything?

In the magical world, words like science are always not recognized. Even subjects like Potions that require profound science and precise craft,

overly metaphysical dialectics are always rejected.

Hmm,

these aren't what Sean said; they were said by the potion master Libatius Borage, who wrote "Advanced Potion Making,"

"Asiatic Anti-Venoms," and "Let Yourself Have a Carnival in a Bottle!"

His heat handling benefited Sean a lot. Therefore, before lunch started,

Sean prepared to go to the library to read his other two works.

It would be even better if there were some notes of "unorthodox" knowledge mixed in "Advanced Potion Making."

The Hogwarts library on Friday is always filled with a strange atmosphere peculiar to the eve of the weekend, mixed with urgency and laziness.

Perhaps it was because the little wizards finally discovered the fact that it is difficult to complete assignments without soaking in the library,

the oak long tables were almost full.

Students burying their heads in writing could be seen everywhere,

and the rustling sound of quills on parchment was the main theme here.

Fifth and seventh-year students had obvious anxiety on their faces, with mountains of books piled in front of them,

and first-year little wizards were no less inferior, with little wizards complaining from time to time, "A one-foot History of Magic essay?!"

Then they were "invited" to fly out of the library by Madam Pince.