Hoffa cut Morat's tentacles into small pieces and sprinkled them into the crucible.
The clear water in the crucible suddenly turned red, which was one of the ingredients for the Magic Recovery Potion.
Miranda was staring at the Magic Potion book and muttering incantations like a nun chanting scriptures while stirring the crucible.
Seeing Hoffa's Morat's tentacles, Miranda was taken aback.
"Hey, Hoffa, aren't we going to make the Shrinking Potion today?"
Hoffa whispered, "Well, that's boring. I've been working on a new formula recently and it's really fun. Let me do it."
"Oh, okay."
Miranda pushed up her glasses and switched places with Hoffa.
She took the crucible.
Hoffa began to instruct Miranda to cut the ingredients in the Magic Potion classroom.
After that, he threw the cut raw materials into the crucible without any hesitation. He didn't care if the dosage was right or not.
Of course, his careless attitude was definitely not good for brewing the potion. As the ingredients fell into the pot, the color in the crucible became stranger and stranger.
Miranda looked worriedly at the boiling crucible as she cut. The crucible had begun to make an ominous hissing sound.
She whispered, "Hoffa, I've never seen any potion made like this. Are you stewing?"
"Oh, don't talk. Help me cut the daisy roots."
"Okay."
After throwing for a while, Hoffa's crucible began to change color like a lunatic's. The potion in it boiled violently and emitted the smell of burnt shoes.
The students next to them couldn't help but frown.
The potion was showing more and more signs of abnormality.
The puzzled Miranda took out her wand and tried to stop it.
But it was too late. There was a loud explosion in the crucible.
Hoffa pulled Miranda and jumped back at lightning speed, dodging the potion that was being shot out wantonly. This time, everyone in the potion class pinched their noses and turned their heads.
Slagenhorn, who was immersed in watching Aglaia's performance, suddenly raised his head. He frowned and strode to Hoffa's table. He pinched his nose and stuck his head out to take a look.
He roared, "What is this? Horva, please explain!! "
The crucible was spraying colorful liquid. The liquid dripped from the table with a hiss and strange branches grew on the ground one after another.
Huo Fa's expression was flustered as he looked left and right, like Na Wei who was at a loss.
He was waiting.
In less than a second, it was as if he had pressed the switch of a remote control and triggered something that was bound to happen.
"Hmph, a Lesser Magic Potion!"
A cold but mocking voice came from outside the crowd. Huo Fa was delighted.
Ha, he took the bait!
"It's just a failed Recovery Potion. I didn't expect Bach to want to do this kind of thing. You're really overestimating yourself."
When Princess Aglaia of the Magic Potion class spoke, the class quieted down.
Aglaia crossed her arms and put on a straight face, showing a look of disgust and impatience. But the ecstasy and excitement in her eyes couldn't be hidden.
Hoffa shouted unwillingly, "What does it have to do with you what potion I'm making?"
"Ha ~? You? Can you please take a good look at yourself? "
Aglaia pushed away the students who stopped her and strode to Hoffa's crucible. She took out her wand and waved it.
The boiling crucible immediately calmed down.
"Morat Rat's tentacles, Lionfish Spine Powder, Porcupine Quills, Armadillo Bile, plus a portion of Magic Root."
She glanced sideways and listed out the drugs Huo Fa used as if she was reporting the names of the dishes.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Are you an eighteenth-century wizard? You also know how to use such an old-fashioned method, and it's a mess. "
This time, Hoffa wasn't angry. Instead, he was secretly happy. If you want to show off, then I'll let you show off.
"Oh." Hoffa didn't bother to play the supporting role. "You say it as if you're very powerful. If you can do it, then do it!"
Aglaia was getting more and more excited. Her eyes flashed with an intimidating light.
"I do it? I'll do it. I'll let you do it with one hand! "
She pushed Miranda away and couldn't wait to snatch the wand from Miranda's hand.
"Look carefully! If it were me, I wouldn't put so much red rat hair because the tentacles of the Morat Rat are only used to neutralize pain, not to enhance resistance. What's the use of putting so much? "
Her fingers quickly took out various potions from the cabinet, skillfully broke them down, cut them, and threw them into the crucible. Her speed was so fast that it was dazzling.
(One minute later)
"And you put so little Armadillo Bile. What's enough for? Didn't you hear in class that Armadillo Bile is used to enhance intelligence? The starting dosage is more than 250ml. "
(One minute later)
"… The porcupine quills were added into the potion without any processing. What are you thinking? Also, this technique was eliminated by the French wizards in 1821, and you're still using it. I really don't know where you got the prescription from … "
(One minute later)
"Ugh, so much Narcissus Root Powder. What are you trying to do? Are you trying to poison people to death? Or do you not understand the toxicity of this stuff? I really don't know how you get those results. "
(One minute later)
"Sigh, you really should improve your hands-on skills, Student Holva. Otherwise, I really don't know if you can graduate from Year 1."
She was immersed in the joy of being a teacher, and her eyes shone with an intoxicated light. She did not care about Hoffa's gaze at all.
At this moment, Hoffa did not care about Aglaia's sarcasm. He was running his meditation technique with all his might, and his spirit was like a spider web that was silent in the potion. He carefully felt the changes in the potion.
The Mana Recovery Potion was more complicated than any other potion he had made before, and he needed to concentrate fully. He did not want to miss out on any details.
Finally, after an unknown amount of time, all the ingredients were turned into small potions in her hands under the dazed eyes of the class.
Aglaia held three small glass potions in the air, and her eyes swept around. She puffed out her chest and could not help but proudly say:
"Of course, the Mana Recovery Potion is one of the most widely used and professional potions. If you want to make it, you still need to go through the last step."
She dragged out her words.
"I dare say that not many people in the world know about this ratio."
She raised her hand, and Hoffa concentrated to the extreme.
"The ratio must be …"
"Ahem!"
Suddenly, there was a deliberate cough from the crowd, which interrupted Aglaia's endless speech, and also interrupted the stunned expression of the class.
Turning around, Slughorn walked over.
Hoffa's face sank.
Slughorn, why did this old guy suddenly appear?
Slughorn looked at Aglaia with a shocked and emotional expression.
"Enough, child, don't continue."
Aglaia frowned and looked at the potion in her hand. Her performance was interrupted, and she was very, very unhappy!
"What are you doing?" She asked unhappily, not caring about his identity as a teacher.
Slughorn did not answer her, and he looked at Hoffa seriously: "Bach, I am very happy that you have the spirit of experimentation, but this is a drug controlled by the Ministry of Magic. It is a type of stimulant potion, so it is best not to try it in the future. If you want to buy it, you can go to Saint-Mango to register. "
The surrounding students snickered, as if taking a recovery potion was not something to be proud of.
Slughorn looked at Aglaia and said dotingly: "Exquisite operation, it is simply an art. Unfortunately, this kind of potion is protected by patent law, so I can't let you use it in class. Otherwise, if this spread out, the school will have to take responsibility, and the impact will not be good. If you are interested, I can take you to see the Department of Drug Control of the Ministry of Magic next time. "
He comforted her endlessly, and in any case, Aglaia did not pout and get angry. She frowned and put the potion in her pocket, coldly snorted, and walked away with her arms crossed.
Hoffa secretly clenched his teeth.
The potion class was really not compatible with him. He was just one step away, but Slughorn interrupted him halfway. Now he knew the complete formula, but he did not know the final ratio, which was a headache.
… …
… …
After the potion class ended, Aglaia walked out of the door unhappily. Although Slughorn affirmed her talent in potion refining, she still did not complete the potion.
Moreover, Slughorn praised her every time, which made her lose the novelty, and even made her feel a little annoyed.
She wanted more people to be convinced by her, more different people, especially that arrogant guy.
Only half of the potion was not enough to make that guy bow his head.
Sure enough, Hoffa floated past her without looking sideways. Aglaia and her lackeys were chatting and laughing, but the corner of her eyes locked onto that guy.
Damn it! He actually ignored her! Did he think that she could not really refine the magic recovery potion?
She could obviously do it, just a little bit more.
A little bit more!!
Aglaia was more unhappy the more she thought about it.
Finally, she pushed away the people beside her and followed Hoffa.
Living was to prove these words.
I am better than you.
Damn Slughorn!!
Just a little bit more.
Hoffa hurriedly walked while taking out a quill and parchment to record.
Although his mental strength was higher than normal people and his memory was not bad. But such a long list of potion formulas and instructions, it was very difficult to memorize them all.
He had to recall as he walked on the road to prevent himself from forgetting any details.
Walking to an empty classroom, Hoffa held the quill and parchment in his mouth and hurriedly walked in. He randomly found a place to sit down and began to record.
Aglaia followed Hoffa to the door and was about to go in and ask Hoffa if he was doubting her skills.
But she suddenly saw Hoffa quickly writing something in the room.
Huh? What is he writing?
Aglaia stood by the door and was stunned for a moment. Then she immediately frowned.
She was not stupid, but very smart. Just now she was in a frenzy to prove herself, so she did not pay attention to some of Hoffa's unusual actions.
He had not done anything out of the ordinary for more than a month, so why did he choose a 2x level potion to make today?
Why did he not go back to the lounge with Miranda after class, but instead went to the classroom to write and draw?
Aglaia rubbed her sharp chin, and gradually, her brows relaxed.
Slap!
She punched her own palm.
Hahaha, bastard, you actually stole my things!
Aglaia could not help but feel proud at first, but then her face darkened.
He actually dared to use me, this guy must have some unspeakable secrets. Heh heh.
Aglaia looked dangerously at Hoffa in the room.
In the classroom, Hoffa, who was recording the potion formula, suddenly felt a prickle in his back, as if he was being watched by an evil spirit, making him feel cold from head to toe.
He immediately looked outside the classroom.
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