"Allen? Mr. Harris, if you are free now, please come with me, is that okay? " Although Professor Snape did not smile, Allen could feel that he was not as cold as his tone.
"Of course, professor." Allen followed Professor Snape to the potions classroom again. The classroom was empty, not a single person was in sight.
Allen had some guesses about the purpose of Professor Snape's visit. It was nothing more than an improved version of the Easing Potion. However, the atmosphere was quiet for a long time, and Professor Snape did not speak. It was a bit awkward to just stand there.
"Allen, I think your potion is good, but it is obviously targeted at a specific target. Under normal circumstances, you may only need a Easing Potion and a painkiller. But your potion, the ingredients are obvious, and the herbs are very common. Why is the potion so magical? " Professor Snape's words made Allen a little confused, but after a little thought, he understood what he meant. At the same time, he was keenly aware of the change in the way Professor Snape addressed him.
Allen understood that Professor Snape wanted to say that the improved version of the Easing Potion was complicated to make and was not very popular. In addition, he suspected that Allen had other reasons for making this potion. In the end, Professor Snape expressed his curiosity and exploration of the improved version of the Easing Potion.
Allen believed that there was no need to hide the method of making this potion from a Master Potion. If he could get guidance from a Master Potion, he might be able to benefit a lot. Therefore, Allen carefully explained his production process, the method of brewing the potion, and the order of putting the herbs in to Professor Snape.
Professor Snape also listened very seriously and was deep in thought. "I have to say, Allen, you are the most talented student I have ever taught. Your mastery of basic knowledge is exceptionally solid, and your talent for innovation is also extremely difficult to come by. "Both of them seemed to be a little uncomfortable when such praise came from Professor Snape's mouth.
"Thank you for your compliment." Although Allen had been praised as a genius by his teacher many times, he was still very excited when he heard Professor Snape's affirmation. Perhaps, the stricter the teacher was, the more the student craved his praise. It was just like playing a game. Compared to a game that required a lot of effort to defeat a boss, being able to clear a more complicated game gave players a greater sense of achievement. Being able to receive affirmation from Professor Snape, who was extremely picky with his students and used criticism as a means of education, made Alan feel as if he had eaten a large bucket of ice cream on a hot summer day.
"Professor, why don't I brew an improved version of the Moderation Potion? Can you help me take a look and see if there's anything that can be improved?" In return, Allen was willing to show his true pharmaceutical prowess and explore further with Professor Snape. From the bottom of his heart, other than attending potions classes, Allen, who had always relied on himself to study potions, also longed for potion masters to teach him.
"The way you handle the Motlar juice is especially neat. This kind of fine control of power is really shocking. However, the removal of the aconite leaves a little bit of the root skin. This way, the medicinal properties will be stronger. " Allen wanted to test if someone had drunk the compound decoction and pretended to be Professor Snape. Even his guidance and criticism were so tactful. He had grasped the true essence of a teacher's evaluation of a student — first praise then suppress, and start from the details!
Professor Snape was of course not impersonated. He was just praising from the bottom of his heart. He could not do better than Allen in terms of the speed and technique at which he processed the medicinal herbs. Of course, he also knew some tricks to better stimulate the effects of the potion. All these years of research were not in vain. Therefore, he put forward some small suggestions. Allen noted them down one by one and felt that he had benefited a lot.
Time passed little by little. It was already very late. The brewing of the potion had finally come to an end. For Allen, the improved version of the Moderation Potion did not require too much time other than the complicated technique and extra attention needed to be paid during the brewing process.
After scooping out the potion and packing it, Allen politely bid farewell to Professor Snape. Obviously, the professor was also a little itchy at this time. He did not ask Allen to stay and nodded, allowing him to leave.
Allen slipped into the kitchen first and filled his stomach. He also instructed the house elf to send Professor Snape dinner. He looked at the time and estimated that Harry was about to set off, so he hurried to the corridor on the fourth floor and waited for Harry and the others there. The door to the forbidden area was tightly shut. Harry and the others obviously had not arrived yet.
Not long after, he heard the sound of footsteps on the stairs. He originally wanted to show himself and meet up with Harry and the others, but he immediately retracted his footsteps. The sound was not right. If it was Harry and the others, the footsteps should have been three people. However, these footsteps were obviously the footsteps of an adult.
Not only did Allen turn invisible, but he also hid his figure behind a pillar. It was Professor Quirrell. He looked abnormally nervous. A pair of trembling eyes looked left and right, and his face was pale. He found that no one was paying attention, so he cast a spell to open the door to the forbidden area on the fourth floor and went in. The door was not tightly shut. Allen leaned over and secretly observed through the gap.
Fierce barking came from the room. Quirrell was obviously prepared to face the three-headed dog, Lu Wei. He took out a harp and cast a spell on it. Although there was no one playing, the music still flowed out from the harp. As for Lu Wei, when the first note was played, its eyes began to droop. Slowly, Lu Wei's barking stopped. It swayed a few times, and its knees went soft. Then, it fell on the floor and fell into a deep sleep.
Professor Quirrell placed the harp at the feet of the sleeping Lu Wei, then opened the trapdoor and jumped down.
Allen did not follow. In any case, even if he passed all the levels, he would not be able to get the Philosopher's Stone. He might as well wait for Harry. It could also be considered a kind of experience.
After a long time, Allen heard Harry's voice coming from the empty corridor. "How is it? See? "Harry whispered." Snape has successfully passed Lu Wei. " Although Harry's voice was very soft, Allen's facial features were extremely sensitive. In addition, the corridor was very quiet. Allen instantly recognized that it was Harry's voice. They were probably wearing Harry's invisibility cloak.
Seeing the half-open door, Harry and the others seemed to be more aware of what they were about to face. Harry said to Ron and Hermione under the invisibility cloak, "If you want to back out now, I won't blame you." He said, "You can take the invisibility cloak away. I don't need it anymore." “
"Don't be silly." Ron said.
"Let's go together." Hermione said.
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