The Alchemist of Harry Potter

On the ceiling of the auditorium, there were large black clouds surging, and the sky was drizzling. At the Gryffindor long table below, Albert, Fred, George, and Lee Jordan were whispering together, and the latest issue of "Unbelievable" was placed in front of a few people.

Professor Smith's Bogut study is published in this issue of "Inconceivable" magazine, and Albert also mixed a position at the end of the article.

However, this is the case.

No one will pay attention to this matter specially, it is like sand grains thrown into the lake water, it can't make any ripples at all.

Although this result is a bit unexpected, it is actually expected. There are so many people in the magical world in the UK. What can they expect?

"What's the point of such a discovery?" George stared at the pictures in the "Unbelievable" magazine, and looked at Albert questioningly. "Will the unsolved mystery of the millennium be solved?"

"It should be... be it!"

Albert didn't know what to say.

"What are you talking about a thousand-year-old unsolved mystery?" Shanna sat down across from a few people and asked casually.

"This..." Fred handed the "Unbelievable" magazine to Shanna, who looked up and looked at Albert in surprise.

"Are you in the magazine again?"

Albert's mouth twitched, and he turned off the subject and asked, "Are there classes in the afternoon?"

"There are two potions classes in the afternoon." Shanna asked puzzledly, "By the way, you are not happy at all. If it were me, I would find a way to collect the books and magazines that mentioned me."

"I don't have that habit." Albert said.

"By the way, I asked the students of Hufflepuff at noon. They said that potions would teach herbicides and that there would be unexpected surprises."

"Herbicide? It's incredible."

"What's wrong?" All of them looked at Albert in confusion, not understanding why he was so surprised.

"The smell of the herbicide is disgusting." Albert frowned. "Can you imagine what would happen if an unpleasant herbicide was installed in an underground classroom?"

"Should...no?" Everyone started to make up for it.

"Perhaps it's horrible." Albert thought it might be Snape's bad taste, and he couldn't be ignorant of the smell of the herbicide.

George and the others began to discuss whether they could escape by asking for leave. Shanna flipped through "Magic Potion and Potion" and began to preview the textbook.

"You are not worried at all." Fred admired Shanna's calmness.

"What's the use of worrying?" Shanna asked back, turning her head.

The three were speechless.

Yes, since you can't hide, what's the use of worrying?

After chatting with Albert for a few moments, after marking a few important places, Shanna suddenly said, "Can you lend me the paper?"

"It's not a problem." Albert took out the parchment from his schoolbag and handed it to Shanna. The latter began to concentrate on reading, still looking for deficiencies in his own copy.

Ever since he discovered that completing his homework seriously can greatly increase his experience, Albert's attitude towards homework has not been as casual as before.

At least, in the face of skill experience, the homework will be completed carefully to speed up the upgrade of skills.

"What homework?" Fred asked, turning his head.

"Thesis report on Flobber caterpillar mucus." Albert said.

"Merlin's beard! I actually forgot about it." Fred's expression froze for a moment, then stood up in horror. It was really not difficult for him to imagine that he couldn't hand over a qualified essay and was confined by Snape.

George blinked at Fred and said calmly, "I'm done."

"When are you finished?" Fred's eyes widened.

"Last night, I asked you to do it with me overnight." George reminded, "At that time, you explained that there was still time at noon."

"Make a copy now!" Albert asked Shanna to hand over his paper to Fred, and asked him to copy some from his own paper, and then collect some from Shanna's paper. The piecemeal paper will be ready soon.

Fred picked up the quill and started struggling in the parchment.

Before the potions class, Angelina brought bad news.

"There will be Quidditch training in the evening?" George repeated. "But isn't it the training time for the Hufflepuffs today?"

Hogwarts’ four major colleges’ teams will contract the Quidditch stadium in batches, and Gryffindor’s training time has always been Wednesday and Saturday.

"Charlie said that the Hufflepuff team had something to do, so he switched positions with us." Angelina said, looking at Fred, and asked suspiciously, "What is he doing."

"Do homework."

"Is it time?" Angelina couldn't help but shook her head. "I remember I'm going to potions class later."

"It's definitely too late!" Lee Jordan's face was gloating.

"Shut up, I must have time." Fred complained dissatisfiedly while copying his homework. "Can you be quiet, I can't concentrate."

"However, Quidditch training is really hard. I have to go out to train in this bad weather." Shanna raised her head and looked at the dark clouds and rain curtains above her head, then looked sideways at Albert, and suddenly asked. You don't want to join the Quidditch team because of this, do you?"

Albert noticed that many eyes were staring at him, and shrugged helplessly: "I'm very busy and don't have time to train."

"It's really weird to say this from your mouth." Lee Jordan couldn't help but complain.

"Every day I read books, do homework, practice magic, join clubs, write letters to others, and occasionally go to other professors' offices to drink tea and chat." Albert raised his palm and counted them one by one. "If I participate in Quidditch training again, it won't be enough to split me into two. Besides, people's energy is limited after all."

"No matter how you look at it, you are more comfortable than we are." Shanna looked at Albert suspiciously. "I have never seen you have a busy time."

"I am very busy every day."

This sentence was directly ignored by everyone.

"By the way, did the glowing spell you practiced last time succeed?" Shanna asked again.

"Reluctantly mastered." Albert thought about the spell he had practiced a while ago. It is already level one, but it is only level one.

"Okay!" Fred suddenly interrupted the conversation between the two, shaking the parchment in his hand excitedly.

"Is it really possible to get past this?" Shanna took the parchment and glanced at it, obviously not believing that this method could fool Snape.

"Definitely not, but Snape wouldn't say anything. There are a lot of essays worse than Fred." Albert took the parchment from Shanna's hand and scanned the papers on it. Picked up a quill and helped him modify a few places.

...

Before the class bell rang, several people hurried to Snape's underground classroom, which was colder than the castle above, and there was a promise of chill in the air.

Of course, the gloomy chill might also come from Snape's gaze from the podium, especially after he glanced at the homework he received, his gaze fell directly on Albert.

"Today, we are going to formulate a very common potion, an herbicide." Snape looked back and introduced the herbicide to everyone. "This potion is used to kill or remove plants and is not drinkable. Of course, I also learned from I have never seen any idiot who would drink the herbicide. As for why, you will soon know."

At that moment, Albert felt a malicious smile at the corner of Snape's mouth.

"...Note: If you put the ingredients sloppily, they will be in the cooking process... So you need to pay attention to your own steps, ingredients and cooking time..." Snape explained while writing on the blackboard with a magic wand When preparing the medicine, turn around and say to everyone, "You have an hour, let's start!"

The herbicide does not have a disgusting taste at first, but if the ingredients are added to the crucible in a strict order and quantity, the crucible will begin to smell during the cooking process, and many people stretch their hands to cover their mouths nose.

As Albert said, the herbicide Snape asked them to formulate was not good at all, and the potions classroom was quickly filled with a disgusting smell.

"This is simply killing a thousand enemies and harming yourself eight hundred." Albert took out his handkerchief, covered his mouth and nose after wetting it with water, and muttered softly.

I really don't understand how Snape could endure the smell of the herbicide.

Hey, why didn't I learn the Bubble Head Curse?

"Ah! It's disgusting, I feel like vomiting." Fred retched toward his cauldron.

Lee Jordan murmured: "I guess no one would want to use this stuff."

"Isn't anyone trying to get rid of this smell?" George also followed Albert to cover his mouth and nose with a handkerchief, while stirring the potion in the cauldron clockwise with a spoon.

"Eliminate the smell?"

Albert recalled the harvest after upgrading the potion boutique, and said, "Add some grated daisy roots and nettles, maybe you can eliminate this smell."

"Are you sure?" Fred didn't dare to change the formula at will, who knew what would happen if he did that.

"Just give it a try." Albert took out the medicinal materials from his medicine box and began to grind the two materials according to a certain ratio.

In fact, Albert is not sure what will happen to this, but instinct tells him that this should be successful.

As for the mixing ratio, you need to try it yourself.

At this moment, the students in the potions classroom were all blushing with suffocated breath, and they wished to rush out of the potions classroom and find a place to breathe in fresh air, lest they would die here.

Before they put it into practice, they saw Snape waving his wand and sweeping away the terrible smell in the classroom.

Although the smell in the classroom is still strong, at least it won't let them suffocate.

Soon after, Snape appeared silently beside Albert, staring at the potion in the cauldron, and asked aloud: "Anderson, tell me, what is in your cauldron?"

"Herbicide, sir." Albert replied.

"Then why is your herbicide so weak?" Snape had noticed that Albert's herbicide had a weak smell, as if it had been diluted with water.

"Well, before I added 2 drops of Flobber caterpillar slime to the cauldron, I added some other things to it." Albert explained, "...so that the herbicide will not smell that bad."

"You want to say that you improved the herbicide?" Snape's tone was light, but it was enough for the students in the classroom to hear clearly.

"I think so." Albert said.

At this moment, everyone looked at Albert and began to whisper. Some people sneered, ready to watch Albert's jokes.

"Well, since Anderson thinks he has succeeded in improving the herbicide, then..." Snape waved his wand, wondering where he got a flower pot with some weeds on it.

Snape scooped up a spoonful of the herbicide, diluted it with water, and sprinkled the herbicide directly on the weeds.

After a few seconds, the weeds on the flowerpots turned yellow almost at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if they were exposed to the hot sun for too long and soon died.

There is no doubt that Albert successfully improved the herbicide.

Originally, the Slytherin student who wanted to see his jokes was full of disbelief, and some even pinched a friend around him severely, trying to make sure whether he was dreaming.

"Very good." Snape stared at Albert viciously.

I don't know who took the lead in the applause. The students of Gryffindor also began to applaud, and the classroom was full of applause.

"Quiet." Snape yelled.

The applause gradually stopped.

"Gryffindor deducts ten points." Snape said coldly, "Mr. Anderson, you seem to forget. I warned you last semester, don't do your **** experiments in my potions class."

At this moment, the students of Gryffindor were shocked, but they were immediately replaced by anger.

If it were changed to another professor, it would not be too much to add 20 points, and Snape didn't add any points. He even found an excuse to deduct Gryffindor points.

"I think people don't like to use herbicides. The main reason is the taste of this medicine." Albert didn't care about his demerit points and continued, "Improved herbicides will definitely be popular with everyone. Maybe someone is willing to pay for this formula."

"No one will pay for your formula~www.mtl.com~ Snape sneered." Normally, no one would use herbicides at all. "

"Then why should we learn to configure this potion?" Shanna raised her hand and asked.

"Quiet." Snape was very annoyed by the girl's unauthorized questioning, but still answered her question, "Sometimes, we use herbicides to deal with dangerous plants, or open up a clearing. No one else will. Spray it in the flower garden so that the flowers in the flower garden will also be killed by the herbicide."

After Snape announced the end of get out of class, everyone packed their things as quickly as possible and quickly moved away from the potions classroom. No one wanted to stay in the classroom full of flavors.

"Do you really plan to sell the herbicide formula?" Fred felt like he was dreaming now.

"Sell, why not sell it?"

"You haven't seen the expression of the old bat just now." George blinked at Albert and said excitedly, "He was shocked."

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