The ink from the quill dripped on the parchment, and Seamus had already set up the cauldron: "Hurry up and boil the water... Slug... What should I do with slug?"
Neville hesitated for a moment, and the detailed steps of Slytherin next door had been read to the end——
"Take the crucible off the fire, wait until it stops boiling, and then add the porcupine quills."
"Stir the wand clockwise three times. Complete."
The sound of writing in Slytherin, accompanied by the dislike of slugs, is completely different from the hesitation of Gryffindor.
He looked at Lin An and remembered that this girl sat in the same compartment as Harry Potter on the train and had a good relationship. So he mustered up the courage and stammered.
"I...I...can you lend me your pen and notes for copying?"
As he spoke, he shrank subconsciously and had a round head, which looked particularly pitiful.
Lin An smiled at him reassuringly - she actually couldn't remember the farce that happened in the first Potions class, she only remembered that Harry was made things difficult for him.
Now it was just a familiar character in the play asking to borrow a notebook. She generously handed over the notebook she brought from the Muggle world:
"Please don't get it dirty."
Neville stammered his thanks, took the notebook, and spread it flat on the table.
Seamus, who was originally resisting, couldn't help but be surprised when he saw the notebook: "Hey, isn't it said that Slytherins are all nobles? Why do nobles also use our Muggle notebooks?"
Lin An smiled and said: "No, I am also from the Muggle world."
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw that Simo's expression was frozen.
Professor Snape was seen standing behind him, with a dark face and a low voice:
"One point will be deducted from Gryffindor for chatting in class."
"As for you, Miss Lin an, maybe my class assignment is too easy, isn't it?"
Lin An mourned for the trembling Seamus duo in his heart, and then brought down the crucible in front of him. Not only did he avoid answering Professor Snape's question, but he asked in an unhurried manner:
"Professor, can this scabies potion only treat scabies? Can it treat acne, fire boils, and even bumps bitten by poisonous insects?"
It is too difficult to please a person with Professor Snape's personality, so it is better to start from a professional point of view.
Professor Snape was silent for a moment, and then replied: "If you read the textbook carefully, you will know that it can only treat scabies problems that occur spontaneously in the body - including of course your insignificant facial acne.
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"Does the poisonous insect bite have anything to do with this scabies potion?"
Lin An understood instantly.
To put it simply, although it cannot be used as a cooling oil and wind oil essence, it is a magic tool for removing acne!
It's a pity that magic potions cannot be mass-produced on a large scale, otherwise this potion could support an entire brand.
The water in the crucible was no longer boiling. Together, she and Draco put the last porcupine quill in, then stretched out the wand and stirred it clockwise three times.
The ebony wand carries an extraordinarily gentle and tolerant magic power, which slowly dissipates into the decoction. The medicinal decoction turns into a weird translucent dark green color, exuding an even weirder smell.
Draco reached out and poured it into the crystal bottle, and Lin An handed the bottle to Professor Snape, who had been watching their actions silently:
"Professor, Draco handled the medicinal materials more smoothly today. I don't know if it's because I haven't practiced them. After class, maybe there are any materials for the next class that I need to help prepare?"
Professor Snape looked at the crystal bottle: "Nice scabies potion - worth an O. Slytherin and five points."
"In addition," he stared at Lin An with a serious expression: "You really need to practice more when it comes to your mentality and handling of potion materials. After class, follow me back to the office."
