I have to admit, the cauldron Neville brewed was the real Boil Potion.
Anyone splashed by the Potion would be covered in boils.
It also had extremely strong acidity, and the splashed Potion even burned holes in the shoes of several students.
“It might not be enough as a healing Potion, but it’s not a bad choice as an offensive weapon.”
Thinking this, Julian pulled Hermione back a step.
Both of them waved their wands at the same time.
“Scourgify!”
“Idiot!” Snape roared at Neville.
“I suppose you didn’t take the cauldron off the fire before adding the porcupine quills, did you?”
Neville was terrified of him, and because his face was covered in boils everywhere, he couldn’t speak at all.
“Take him to the hospital wing!” Snape turned his head and snapped at Seamus.
“Potter!
Why didn’t you tell him not to add the porcupine quills?”
Snape could drag Harry into anything.
“Do you think his mistake makes you look good?
Gryffindor loses another point because of you!”
No one in the classroom dared to speak; almost everyone looked at Snape blankly, like stunned little chicks.
“What are you still standing there for?
Waiting for me to brew the Potion for you?”
Amid Snape’s roar, the others started bustling again.
“Julian, I’m afraid this pot of Potion has to be dumped.” Hermione looked at the cauldron in front of her with an ugly expression.
Perhaps the Potion that had splashed from Neville’s cauldron earlier had gotten into theirs, directly ruining their batch of Potion.
Now they only had one portion of ingredients left.
Snape stood on the podium, looking down at them from above, with no intention of replenishing their ingredients.
Those students who had gathered before class to speak ill of Julian also looked at them with gloating expressions.
Hoping in their hearts that their cauldron would suddenly explode, making them both grow a bunch of boils on their faces.
“It seems we only have one chance.” Julian glanced at Snape.
“Can we succeed?” Hermione asked.
“With you here, we can succeed.” Julian handed her the tools on the desk.
“Let’s process the ingredients together.”
The Boil Potion was just a simple Potion; the most crucial parts lay in the heat control and the timing of adding the ingredients.
He already knew these things by heart when previewing the textbook, and now he just needed to get the ingredients ready.
Julian ground the snake fangs into powder.
Hermione used tweezers to pick up the Slugs, put them into the cauldron to stew, and carefully controlled the heat with her wand at the same time.
After she took out the stewed Slugs, Julian poured out the water in the cauldron and reheated it.
Meanwhile, Hermione finely chopped the dried nettles and set them aside for later use.
The water in the cauldron quickly began to emit white steam.
Seizing the right moment, Julian put the snake fang powder and nettles in.
After stirring it according to the method in the textbook, the nettles and snake fang powder quickly dissolved together.
The color of the Potion in the cauldron also turned black.
At this moment, another plume of thick green smoke erupted in the classroom, and someone shouted, “Ug…
get out of the way!”
Several students were burned by the splashed Potion, screaming repeatedly.
Seeing that they were Slytherin students, Snape’s expression instantly became even uglier.
Dunderheads with such barren brains in his own house disgusted him.
If they weren’t Slytherin students, he would have heavily deducted points from them already.
After all, they only had one portion of ingredients left now, with no room for error.
If they didn’t succeed…
Hermione shook her head, banishing the messy thoughts from her mind, and carefully lifted the cauldron off the fire.
“Be careful, Julian.”
“Rest assured.”
Staring at the Potion in the cauldron, an inspiration suddenly popped into Julian’s mind, and he didn’t immediately put the porcupine quills in as recorded in the textbook.
“What is it, Julian?
The book says to put the porcupine quills in quickly.” Hermione urged anxiously.
Counting to three calmly and leisurely in his mind, Julian put two porcupine quills in and stirred it once more according to the technique in the textbook.
After stirring was complete, the Potion in the cauldron changed instantly.
A burst of pink smoke rose from the cauldron, and the color of the Potion also changed from a heavy black to dark green.
“Does this count as a success?” Hermione extinguished the fire under the cauldron stand and put the cauldron back on the rack.
Julian flipped through the textbook and found the description of the Boil Potion: “Pink smoke, dark green Potion, it should be right.”
[Successfully crafted a bottle of perfect Boil Potion]
[Potion Genius: Proficiency + 2]
The two of them poured the finished Potion into Potion vials.
Hermione brought it in front of her eyes to take a closer look, compared it with the description in the textbook, and couldn’t help exclaiming: “We succeeded!
We succeeded on the first try!”
Across the classroom, Snape, who had just scolded several students to tears, seeing that the two of them seemed to have finished, walked over with clacking footsteps, carefully inspecting the cauldron that still had some residual Potion in it.
To make a bottle of perfect Boil Potion was a piece of cake for a Potion master like Snape.
But many first-year students had never touched Potions before enrollment at all, and even if they could succeed, the quality of the Potion was hard to satisfy people.
Yet Julian and Hermione had made this bottle of arguably perfect Boil Potion.
This made Snape feel somewhat surprised in his heart.
Hermione gripped the Potion vial tightly in her hand, feeling somewhat nervous inside.
From the start of class until now, Snape had sent away two batches of students and scolded several people to tears.
If this pot of Potion belonging to her and Julian was unqualified, they would probably get a severe scolding too.
“Not bad, barely counts as passing.” Snape raised his head, dragging out his voice somewhat reluctantly.
“Plus one point — each.”
The other students who heard these words instantly blew up.
Everyone knew that Snape never added points to Gryffindor students.
He actually made an exception today!
Although it was only one point, it broke the convention.
This was another big news!
The Slytherin students all looked at Julian with sour feelings in their hearts.
They originally wanted to use Snape’s prestige to take down his arrogance, but they never expected that Julian would have such talent in Potions.
This made them feel somewhat defeated.
Theodore squeezed into the crowd, trying his best not to stand out too much.
It actually wasn’t of much use, seeing as he wore a very conspicuous pointed hat.
He felt somewhat relieved in his heart.
Fortunately, he had done as Julian’s note said earlier.
Malfoy glared at Julian with some anger.
His Potion was also done, but a step slower than Julian’s, so Snape hardly noticed him.
“Thank you, Professor Snape.” Julian smiled and thanked him.
“It’s all Hermione’s credit; her processing of the ingredients was extremely perfect.” Julian pulled Hermione in front of him.
“If it weren’t for being with her, I wouldn’t have been able to make it at all.”
“No, the ingredients were processed together by Julian and me, and the heat was also controlled by him.” Hermione hurriedly said.
“This is not entirely my credit alone.”
Professor Snape’s gaze moved away from Julian and fell on Hermione.
He twitched the corner of his mouth, just wanting to say some sarcastic words.
But the words stopped suddenly at the tip of his tongue.
He understood in his heart that Hermione was a very smart girl.
Smart and hardworking, just like Lily back then…
Thinking of this, Snape suddenly clenched his teeth, and his heart trembled violently.
He suddenly realized with a start that the Hermione before him was, to some extent, so similar to Lily.
Bloodline, House, and talent…
Once this thought popped out, it was like the Devil’s Snare, wantonly occupying Snape’s brain.
It wrapped him tightly, making him unable to break away from this thought no matter what.
Snape turned his gaze away with some difficulty.
But when his perspective shifted, the figures of Julian and Hermione suddenly burst into his field of vision again.
This caused his brain to suffer an even more violent impact once more.
From behind these two children, he suddenly saw two other figures.
One was himself, and the other was the person he yearned for day and night, unforgettable.
Lily and Hermione were too much alike.
Both parents were Muggles, equally smart, and both in Gryffindor.
He and Julian were also too much alike.
Both half-bloods, both talented in Potions, and both in Slytherin.
It matched!
It all matched perfectly!
This left his mind in complete chaos, and he abruptly turned around, not daring to look at the two children anymore.
“For your cooperation…
plus five more points each.” Snape tried hard to make his voice calm down.
He thought to himself: If he hadn’t said those irretrievable words, perhaps he and Lily would be just like Julian and Hermione right now…
Even though he knew this matter was completely impossible, Snape still projected his expectations onto Julian and Hermione.
The surrounding students were even more dumbfounded upon hearing Snape’s words.
In the span of a single class, Professor Snape had added six points to Gryffindor!
Six points!
The exact same thought surfaced in the hearts of everyone present: If this were told to anyone else, they would definitely think I had gone mad!
“Oh, the two of them will be even more smug.” Ron said with some indignation.
“I really hope this guy isn’t my cousin.
Getting involved with a Slytherin makes me feel uncomfortable all over.”
When Snape walked past him, seeing Harry’s facial features that strongly resembled his father’s, he suddenly felt a bit sick.
“Mr.
Weasley!
With the time you have to talk, why don’t you brew your Potion?” Snape shouted.
“Five points from Gryffindor!”
Well, add points first and then deduct points, wouldn’t that widen the point gap.
Ron was also unlucky, not only sitting next to Harry, but also talking bad about Hermione to Harry.
Wouldn’t this make Snape project himself into it even more?