Allen accurately grasped the amount of herbs he put in, the temperature of the crucible, and the strength of the stirring. Looking at the smoke rising slowly in the crucible, he was in a good mood.
Professor Snape walked behind Allen and looked at Allen's decoction that was gradually taking shape. He suddenly asked, "Allen Harris, is your innovative moderation potion ready?"
"Yes, Professor, I'm done." Allen unhurriedly filled the perfect, high-quality potion and handed it to Professor Snape for inspection.
In fact, the moment Allen finished, Professor Snape had already concluded that Allen had completely mastered the brewing of this potion. However, the tip of his pen stopped on the paper, and he did not give a score.
Without waiting for Professor Snape to speak, the experienced Allen had already taken out a bottle of potion from his wizard robe. It was the improved moderation potion that he had previously made for Harry.
Professor Snape picked it up and observed it for a moment. He shook the potion, opened the bottle cap and sniffed it carefully. He then poured a few drops into his mouth and tasted it.
"Added Motlar Rat Juice, Aconite, Wormwood …" Allen was impressed not only by the fact that the other party could accurately report the herbs he used, but also by the fact that the professor did not even frown at the strange taste of the potion. "Not only can it alleviate emotions, but it can also reduce the pain caused by black magic. What a genius idea."
Edward, who was brewing the potion next to him, could not believe his ears. Was this really Professor Snape, who was known for his poisonous tongue and pickiness?
"Be careful with your potion." Professor Snape actually reminded Edward. Although his expression and voice were cold, Edward was still very surprised. Did Allen give the professor a bewitching potion? Why was the professor's attitude so different from before?
Edward was in a hurry to save his potion while his thoughts ran wild.
Allen's eyesight was very good. He could clearly see that Professor Snape had given a full score next to his name. Allen thanked Professor Snape in satisfaction and left the gloomy Potions classroom.
If there was a test that was the easiest, it would definitely be the flying test. Allen's strength was obvious to all and had been fully verified in Quidditch. Mrs. Huo Qi gave Allen full marks just by letting him fly in the sky once.
The most boring one was naturally the History of Magic exam. Although there were a lot of questions in the exam paper, it was not difficult for Allen, who had a photographic memory, listened carefully, and took notes. Many students were still scratching their ears and cheeks, trying to figure out which strange wizard had invented the automatic mixing crucible. Alan had already finished all the test papers smoothly, and his writing was extremely beautiful. However, Allen did not hand in his paper in advance. Instead, he sat in his seat and pretended to be in a daze. In fact, he was flipping through the books in his mind.
When Professor Binns told them to put down the quill with the anti-cheating spell and roll up the parchment paper with the answers, there was a huge cheer in the classroom. Finally, they had completed all the exams and were free. Next, before the results were announced, they could relax and play for a whole week!
Infected by everyone's joy, Allen also wanted to relax. He followed the crowd out to the sunny meadow outside.
The lake in the distance rippled under the sunlight. A cool breeze blew, refreshing the mind. Allen went down the slope. As soon as he reached the lakeside, he saw Harry sitting under the shade of a tree waving at him with a big smile. Ron and Hermione were sitting beside him.
Allen greeted them in a good mood and sat beside Harry.
"Harry, how have you been feeling recently?" Although Allen was not a doctor and was confident in the efficacy of his potion, he still wanted to know how Harry was doing after taking the potion.
"After taking the potion, my head doesn't hurt anymore, and I don't have nightmares anymore." Harry looked at Allen gratefully. Then he hesitated and asked Allen, "But I can't get rid of the vague feeling that I forgot to do something, something very important."
"It's all because of the exam. I woke up last night and was busy reviewing the notes for the Transfiguration class. Then I suddenly remembered that we had already taken the exam for that class. " Hermione said in a sympathetic tone.
However, Harry was sure that the uneasy feeling had nothing to do with the exam. He watched an owl flapping its wings across the blue sky, flying in the direction of the school, with a note in its mouth.
"A person's intuition is very magical. Perhaps you really have forgotten something very important. Recently, other than headaches and nightmares, what else are you worried about? "Allen said patiently.
"The thing I'm most worried about … Lu Wei — Sorcerer's Stone — Hagrid …" Harry suddenly jumped up.
"Where are you going?" Ron asked sleepily.
"I suddenly remembered something." Harry said. His face turned deathly pale. "We have to find Hagrid immediately." “
"Why?" Hermione asked while panting, trying to catch up with him.
"Don't you think it's a bit strange?" Harry said as he hurried down the grassy slope. "Hagrid wants a dragon the most, and a stranger just happened to have a dragon egg in his pocket? How many people walk around with dragon eggs all day long? You know, that's against the wizard law! Don't you think that they're lucky to find Hagrid? Why didn't I think of this before? " “
"What do you want to do?" Ron asked, but Harry only cared about running across the field towards the direction of the forest and did not answer his question.
Allen followed behind with a smile and a relaxed expression. In front of Hagrid's hut, Harry not only asked about the way to subdue the three-headed dog, Lu Wei, but also found out that Hagrid had unintentionally told a stranger how to subdue Lu Wei in order to get the dragon egg.
Allen followed Harry and the other two as they ran around. They went to find the principal, but the principal was not around. They found out from Professor Mag that the owl with the note in its mouth was written to Dumbledore by the Ministry of Magic. The few of them sensitively sensed that this was definitely a trick to lure the tiger away from the mountain. The four of them went to the restricted area on the fourth floor, but they bumped into Professor Mag and were chased back. It seemed that everything was not going well.
Harry was very agitated. He said that he would sneak out at night and get the magic stone first. Allen, like Ron and Hermione, expressed their determination to face the difficulties together.
The few of them agreed on a time to meet at night, and then left separately to prepare for the "big event" at night.
Allen did not know what he could prepare. Destroy Lord Voldemort? He knew that Lord Voldemort with seven soul tools could not be killed. Oh, there were only six left now. The soul fragment on Ravenclaw's crown had already turned into the energy of the Great Scholar System.
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