Chapter 32

Potions class is like a magic kitchen.

Throw in ingredients in order, turn off the heat when you should, it might taste bad, but at least it won't poison anyone.

This is the advice seniors give to freshmen.

In the class of the Head of Magical Cooking, Professor Snape, don't try to be clever; following the textbook step-by-step is the best method.

Having learned the lesson from the last Potions class, John understood this principle well.

Not doing any extra operations is the best operation.

Adhering to this philosophy, John attended another Potions class.

He vowed to let Snape see his talent!

"Mr. Merrick, be here at seven o'clock sharp tonight, scrape these buckets of flobberworm mucus clean, and store them."

Snape's cold voice sounded.

At his feet were five iron buckets, inside which squirmed clumps of thick, disgusting, fat worms.

Some little wizards with poor tolerance saw this and couldn't help but start retching.

"......"

John was a bit speechless and also a bit annoyed.

In the end, he could only helplessly turn it into a sigh.

Today was Professor Snape's Potions class time again.

For this, he had even specially reviewed the content that would be taught today.

For this class, he had done everything he could.

Snape asked him to answer questions, he answered them all correctly; asked him to do practical work, he completed it all.

According to the content in the textbook, he completed the class without a single error.

As a result, Snape popped out with, "A fool who only knows how to read dead books."

And in the end, he left him with dirty work.

Damn it, where did I provoke him?

"If you kill even one flobberworm, then just wait for detention."

Snape didn't care what John was thinking; after coldly dropping this sentence, he left the classroom.

Following the professor's departure, the students also left the classroom one after another.

Ryan and Ethan patted John on the shoulder, looking at him with an expression of being unable to help.

By today, they were convinced that Snape was deliberately making things difficult for John.

"Let's go, let's go eat."

John shrugged helplessly and said first.

The content of today's Potions class was still related to the Scabies Medicine.

But it was the corresponding Pimple-Removing Potion.

There was a step in it that John was very concerned about.

Lemon juice and snail shell powder.

For this step, the content in the textbook was to pour both things into the cauldron together and stir immediately.

But John remembered last week, when Snape left him to do chores, the process of processing pufferfish eyes into granules.

At that time, Professor Snape said that some materials have weak magic and need corresponding materials added to promote the reaction effect of the materials.

Could lemon juice and snail shell powder also have this relationship, which is why they need to be added to the cauldron together and stirred immediately?

Then could it be the same as that pufferfish eye processing?

Would it be better to stir the lemon juice and snail shell powder first to further increase the mutual reaction of the two materials, and then pour them into the cauldron?

Although he thought so.

But in the end, John still didn't do that, but followed the textbook content step-by-step.

As a result, he heard Snape's dissatisfied cold snort.

Even if his potion completion was very high in the end, Snape still looked dissatisfied with him.

So John more or less guessed the reason why Snape punished him this time.

But, why does he have to keep staring at me?

This is the second week at Hogwarts.

The freshmen have already completely adapted to the new environment and have begun to form groups of three or four to cause trouble.

Originally, John and the others had also made an appointment to explore the legendary girls' washroom tonight, where bursts of crying sounds could be heard every late night.

As a result, John was punished by Snape.

So it had to be temporarily shelved.

However, four boys exploring the girls' washroom, to be honest, it's also quite good that it was shelved.

He didn't want to be treated as a pervert.

After dinner, John returned to the Potions classroom alone.

When he arrived at the classroom, he found that Professor Snape was actually inside too.

"Good evening, Professor."

John paused for a short moment, then immediately greeted him.

However, Professor Snape only looked up and glanced at John, then had no other words and continued doing his work.

John was not surprised by this.

He and Professor Snape weren't actually that familiar, so there was no need to lick his face and talk to him.

Coming to those buckets of flobberworms, John sighed silently.

He squatted down, picked up the scraper on the side, and then reached out to grab a soft and slippery flobberworm directly.

Although flobberworms look disgusting, they are indeed disgusting.

But at least they wouldn't emit a foul odor like pufferfish eyes.

There was even a faint, delicate fragrance.

So as long as he endured that slimy feeling, this dirty work was quite simple.

He carefully used the scraper to gently scrape over the flobberworm's body, scraping off the mucus on its body, and then stored it in an empty bucket on the side.

Repeating this, soon the mucus in that empty bucket accumulated more and more.

To be honest, personally experiencing this process of accumulation is quite stress-relieving.

It's over, could I be an innate work saint body?

John looked at his hands full of mucus and smelled the faint fragrance lingering at the tip of his nose.

He suddenly wanted to know what kind of taste would be under this fragrance.

So, on a whim, he stuck out his tongue and tasted a bit of the mucus.

Yuck!

Not good.

As soon as he tasted the mucus, John put on a mask of pain, sticking out his tongue.

He shook his hands in disgust, and as soon as he looked up, he met Snape's undisguised look of disgust.

"Uh... Professor, I'm done..."

John shrank his neck and said embarrassedly.

Professor Snape opened his mouth, wanting to mock John.

But when the words reached his lips, he didn't know what to say.

This unlucky child even dared to taste flobberworm mucus; he really didn't know how to mock him...

Only the disgust in his eyes became more intense.

"Pour them into the jar."

"Alright!"

In the end, Snape just continued to give an instruction, letting John store this bucket of mucus.

Magically, the glass jar John poured the mucus into was clearly very small, yet it stored a whole bucket of mucus to the brim, without the slightest sign of overflowing.

Oh my storage space.

Just as John was looking at the jar with curiosity, Snape's voice suddenly sounded again.

"Flobberworm mucus is an extremely strong diluent, so don't use your hands full of mucus to touch my materials randomly."

Hearing Professor Snape's words, John blinked.

Knowledge he hadn't heard before increased again.

"Okay, Professor, then if there's nothing else, I'll go first."

John stood up, wiped his hands, and said.

Professor Snape didn't respond, and John didn't bother to guess his meaning, turned around, and walked directly out of the classroom.

After John left, Professor Snape glanced at John's back.