Professor Snape walked around the classroom twice and came to Joel's desk.
He was very impressed with Joel. This kid, like Eddie Carmichael just now, was a Potions idiot. He deliberately walked past these two people in every class and then dunked on Ravenclaw.
Count the points.
Usually it was because Ravenclaw had too many points. In order for Slytherin to win the House Cup, he had to deduct points for them. Now Slytherin House is at the top of the list, and their old rival Gryffindor is still crushed by them.
Underneath.
People are in high spirits when happy events occur, and Snape is no exception today. He plans to give Ravenclaw a few more points to celebrate.
He saw Joel stirring the bottom of the crucible with his wand unfamiliarly. The crucible filled with magic potion was crackling and sparking, and white smoke enveloped the potion in the crucible.
The corners of Snape's mouth raised slightly, and looking at Joel's panicked movements, he had already thought of how to ridicule the boy.
At this time, Joel withdrew the wand from under the crucible, fanned with his left hand to disperse the white mist in front of his eyes, then held the Aliote leaves in the tray with his right hand, and circled his arm around the crucible, spreading the leaves evenly.
around the crucible.
The white mist dissipated, and Snape saw a pot of blue potion. Ariot leaves floated on the water, gradually sinking downwards, and the color of the whole pot of potion also changed from dark to light, until finally all the leaves melted and the magic potion disappeared.
The medicine also turned light blue.
Snape raised his eyebrows in surprise. He never expected that Joel Taylor, a student who had been mediocre in Potions for half a semester, could actually successfully brew the laughter potion.
He looked at the relieved smile on Joel's face and felt a little blocked in his heart, but he immediately realized that his idea was extremely wrong.
If students can make some progress, shouldn’t I, as a teacher, be happy?
Snape shook his head slightly and walked past him without saying a word to Joel.
Joel was immersed in the joy of successfully making the potion. For the first time, he felt how wonderful it was that his own magic power caused the potion materials in the crucible to fuse with each other.
The faint breath rising slightly upward, the fragrance of the potion filling the nose, the potion is really fascinating.
As expected, the magic potion can also be used for rowing boats.
After class, Eddie came to Joel and muttered with a bit of resentment: "Joel, how can you make a magic potion? Something is wrong, something is wrong..."
Allen had a bit of joy on his face, "Joel, congratulations."
Joel scratched the back of his head, "It's not a big deal, it's just that my brain suddenly became enlightened."
The four people in the dormitory followed the crowd up the stairs and arrived at the auditorium smoothly. Professor Snape ended get out of class a little late today, and the auditorium was already full of people.
"Fried chicken legs, fried chicken legs..." Eddie kept mumbling. He was very unhappy today. Originally, he and Joel were brothers in Potions class, and even if they were scolded by Professor Snape, they would be deducted a few points.
, he could also look to Joel for comfort.
But I never expected that Joel would be the first to betray the revolution. How could he brew the magic potion?
Is it possible that from now on, the first years of Ravenclaw will be left alone to face Snape's cynicism?
Eddie went to the Hufflepuff long table and asked for a large plate of fried chicken drumsticks from his acquaintance Cedric Diggory, stuffed one into his mouth, and then vented all his negative emotions on the drumstick in his mouth.
Go up and bite the chicken leg bones to make a scalp-numbing piercing sound.
Joel and the three of them watched helplessly as Eddie sat on the chair and punched the chicken drumsticks in front of him. They looked at each other and shook their heads. Joel took a sip of the smooth pumpkin juice. Haylis and Qiu hurried away holding the potions textbook.
Came over.
"Joel, can you practice the leg-locking spell with me this afternoon? I don't understand the movement of the stick." Haylis walked up to Joel, leaned down and whispered.
"Okay, no problem." Joel happened to have nothing important to do in the afternoon.
"Then I'll wait for you in the common room at two o'clock in the afternoon."
Hailis showed a smile. Her smile was like the warm sunshine of early spring, which was particularly heart-warming. However, the long black hair on both sides of her cheeks blocked the beautiful scenery so that only Joel could see it.
She turned to look for Qiu Zhang, but the first thing she saw was Eddie sitting next to Joel. His face was twisted and his teeth were biting a fried chicken leg crazily, as if this chicken leg had some blood feud with him.
Yeah, it’s hard to get rid of your hatred if you don’t eat it.
Haylis was startled by Eddie's expression. Qiu was sitting in a seat not far behind Eddie. In order to avoid Eddie, she walked around to the other side of the long table and found a seat.
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A group of owls broke into the auditorium and brought letters to everyone.
Joel and Sergey also received one each, from Ron and Ginny, the Weasley siblings.
The letter explained their recent situation, and also included Mrs. Weasley's thanks to Joel - before Christmas, Joel sent two complete sets of magic courses to the Weasley brothers and sisters, and Mrs. Weasley was already supervising them.
They worked hard to absorb the new knowledge above. In her opinion, this kind of preschool education is very necessary.
Ginny was okay, but Ron was very resistant to this. He was going to school in the fall, and now he couldn't wait to stay at home and play every day. Unexpectedly, Joel gave him a big gift directly, and he also attached a few words at the end of the letter.
If you complain.
After lunch, Joel and Sergey wrote two replies in the dormitory, and then asked Joel's owl Bobby to deliver them to the Burrow.
"No, when you recite the incantation Loortis (legs stand stiff and stop dead), your tone of voice rises slightly, but the swing of the stick must be downward. It is best to have an arc, not straight down."
It was now two-thirty in the afternoon. After meeting in the common room, Joel and Haylis came to an abandoned classroom on the third floor of the castle. After watching Hayley's leg-locking spell twice, Joel proposed himself
suggestions.
"Like this?" Haylis tried again.
"Yes, it would be better if you wave the wand more forcefully." Joel found that Haylis's talent for spells was quite good, and she could master it as soon as she taught her. She must have been too nervous during the Christmas vacation.
"Didn't you listen carefully in class? Professor Flitwick made it very clear when he was explaining the skills of casting spells." Joel was a little confused.
Haylis blushed, "I was just writing on the blackboard in class and didn't hear what Professor Flitwick said."
"It's not good of you to do this. You can borrow your classmates' notes after class when writing on the blackboard, but if you miss the tips taught by Professor Flitwick, there will be no second chance." Joel emphasized.
"From now on, please listen carefully to Professor Flitwick's lectures, and I will lend them to you when you write down the notes on the blackboard." He frowned and said.