Unexpectedly, things turned out to be unexpectedly unexpected, and he officially obtained the permission of Professor Snape of the Potions class. Of course, after Neville came to his senses, he wiped his tears vigorously, and then put on his gloves again and prepared for the third round.

attempts.

Although he has failed twice before, he still has three more chances!

Therefore, after briefly adjusting his mood, he naturally chose to stand up again, with a hint of unwillingness and greater determination, and after taking a deep breath, he began to concentrate on the operation.

Soon, as he lit the small stove under the crucible, the air began to be filled with the unique smells of various potion ingredients. Some were fresh and pleasant, while others were pungent and unpleasant. They were mixed and intertwined, and in this small

That unique and weird smell formed in the relatively small space.

But Neville was unmoved. He still stood in front of the crucible under the gaze of his friends, operating it carefully with his hands trembling slightly.

He was not afraid, but because of the tension and expectation in his heart... After all, this potion was too important to him, and there was no room for any mistakes!

He carefully followed the requirements of the formula and slowly released the enzymes in the grass worm's body. He took a drop and carefully dripped it into the silver unicorn's blood that had become viscous after the water had evaporated, and then added the fluid.

Add three drops of grass stem juice and stir clockwise until the silver liquid gradually turns light green.

Then, evenly sprinkle a fixed amount of shrunken fig powder and sheep dung stone powder into the pot, and continue stirring clockwise until completely dissolved.

After the temperature of the mixture drops to room temperature, carefully add the filtered Troll's snot to dilute it, then transfer it to a glass dish filled with half a pint of boiling water and stir slowly. Be careful to avoid vigorous stirring to avoid bubbles.

at last……

After all the previous work was completed without any mistakes, he slowly dripped in the juice of the ropeweed as a softener. While dripping, he used his magic wand to gently rotate the air above and around the glass dish to ensure that it was softened and dull.

The high temperature generated during the melting process can be effectively dissipated until all ingredients are perfectly blended.

At this time, if successful, he will get a golden potion.

However, fate always seemed to like to play tricks on him. When the last drop of liquid fell into the crucible, the wonderful changes that were supposed to happen did not happen as expected.

on the contrary!

The liquid in the crucible began to bubble violently, then made ominous 'gurgling' sounds, and then rapidly expanded and contracted into an indescribable black substance that exuded a disgusting smell.

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Upon seeing this, Neville's face instantly turned pale!

He couldn't believe his eyes, and he didn't want to accept this cruel reality, and he didn't know what he had done wrong.

"Do it again!"

But soon, he suppressed a certain emotion and continued to take a deep breath, then poured out the failed product, picked up a new set of tools, calmed down, and tried for the fourth time.

As a result, more than half an hour later...

No surprise, his fourth perfect operation still failed to obtain the required potion!

"..."

finally!

Looking at the results of his fourth time, and looking at the different and colorful potions from the previous three times, Neville's eyes quickly turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then tears began to roll in his eyes. Even if he wanted to hold back,

But in the end it surged out like a dam bursting.

"No--"

"Why, I don't know where I went wrong——"

"grandmother--"

"grandmother--"

"What on earth am I going to do?"

He cried profusely, with endless despair and helplessness in his voice.

Because, for him, this was not only a deep frustration, but also an absolute doubt of his own ability. It also plunged him into endless confusion and despair about the future.

"Mother--"

"grandmother--"

"I--"

"Uuuuuu——"

"I'm so stupid!"

"I'm so useless!!"

"Mother--"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

"Grandma, what should I do?"

"Ahhhhhh!!!"

He squatted down, covering his face with his hands, his fingertips soaked with tears, and his whole body was on the verge of collapse again.

At this moment, he felt unprecedentedly hesitant and helpless, as if the whole world was moving away from him... Growing up, he could not do anything well, could not accomplish anything, and always made his grandma worry... So, in

At this moment, he was no longer the little warrior of Gryffindor, but just an ordinary person and poor man who was helpless and trembling in the face of failure.

"..."

"..."

Seeing this, Ron and Harry looked at each other silently, and they could see the same helplessness and sadness in each other's eyes.

They wanted to go forward and comfort Neville, but they also knew that any words of comfort at this moment were pale and feeble... They also wanted to help, but as scumbags in Potions class, they didn't have the ability.

, Therefore, perhaps the only thing they can do right now is to give Neville a space to be alone and release his emotions, and that's it?

So, they sighed, lowered their heads silently, turned around and exited the classroom.

Although there was still the last ingredient for the potion, they knew without looking at Neville that Neville had no chance. Neville had done really well just now. Anyway, they had compared the formulas throughout the process and did not find the other party.

There are any omissions.

"!!"

However, just when Harry and Ron left sadly and were about to give Neville some personal space, surprisingly, Neville stood up again, and then just shed tears, trembled and gritted his teeth to force himself to calm down, and then

Make that last attempt skillfully and stubbornly.

"..."

(_)

Seeing this, Annie looked at it, blinked, then turned and left.

"Hello--"

"Annie?"

"etc!"

"You wait first!"

Looking at the empty door and then at Neville, Hermione quickly chased out and stopped a troubled little girl who seemed to be in a good mood at the far end of the corridor.

"Annie!"

"There is only the last potion left, can't you go and help him?"

"If it were you..."

"I guess it's ok?"

Hermione knew that Anne might have the intention to train Neville, but now Neville had failed four times, and this was the last one left, and they had managed to get the medicine together, especially the unicorn's blood.

It's a rare thing. If it fails again, Neville may not know how much effort he will have to put in to get those medicinal materials together again!

"But!"

(˙o˙)

"I've already helped you!"

(`)

"wrong!"

"I mean, let you help him prepare the potion!"

Hermione was a little angry. She felt that in this situation, Anne should personally come to help!

Although, Hermione didn't think she could do better than Neville, but she knew that Anne could definitely do it!

"ah?"

(.)

"But why help?"

╮(╯▽╰)╭

"He has obviously succeeded!"
To be continued...