AWB Chapter 922 Eastern Potion
Chapter 922 Eastern Potion
The first class on Friday was Potions. The teacher was Snape, the head of Slytherin House. The classroom was in the dungeon of the castle. There were rows of glass jars filled with biological specimens on both sides of the stairs leading to the dungeon. The timid students were trembling with fear.
Huiyuan Ai was very calm, and she said casually as she walked: "This is a lung, this is a diseased liver, and this should be the eyeball of some kind of frog..."
Ma Wu covered his ears and ran forward with his head down, but he stepped on empty air and lost his balance. If Martin hadn't grabbed his collar, he would have almost kowtowed to Professor Snape.
Potions professor Snape, with his long, pale face and a sallow complexion, began to scold his students harshly at the beginning of the class, then called on Harry Potter and asked him many tricky questions.
"You can't answer any of these? Humph, it seems that fame isn't everything. One point deducted from Gryffindor."
When he asked Harry a question, Hermione, who had prepared for all the lessons, raised her hand to answer, but Snape ignored her.
The class continued, and Snape briefly explained the preparation method of a potion for treating scabies, just like reading a textbook, and then asked the students to start preparing it. He divided the students into groups of two to use the crucible, and Martin and the other three children were divided into one group.
Martin looked at Huihara Ai. He had been looking forward to what kind of sparks Huihara Ai could create with the Potions class: "Can Ai use modern methods to make a potion to cure scabies?"
"It can't be done. Usually, sulfur borax cream is used, which is sulfur, borax, and vaseline, but I can't remember the proportions. The main function of this ointment is to inhibit bacteria and kill microorganisms. If you can't do that, you can use iodine instead."
And since it's called a magic potion, it should work immediately, right? That is, the scabies will disappear within a few seconds after taking the magic potion. Sulfur borax cream, which can only kill bacteria, cannot work immediately.
Huiyuan Ai was still looking at her class notes and casually rejected Martin. The notes recorded the potion formula: throw dried nettles and ground snake teeth into a cauldron and stew them together, then add porcupine quills and steamed slugs with tentacles after turning off the fire. She was wondering what the active ingredients were in this formula that was even stranger than Chinese medicine.
"Can't iodine be mixed in? I remember iodine can be extracted from kelp." Martin did not give up.
Huiyuan Ai glanced at the dirty crucible on the table and said, "Bring twenty kilograms of dried seafood so that I can try to prepare a small bottle of iodine. But there is no guarantee of success in one try."
Under such crude conditions, the iodine extraction rate of kelp will be very low. The iodine must be sublimated and purified, and then a part of it must be configured into potassium iodide, which can increase the solubility of elemental iodine in ethanol.
"Hmm...it doesn't seem necessary."
Martin shook his head and gave up the scientific version of the potion plan. He then lit the alcohol lamp and took out many strange ingredients from his class notes and started tinkering with them himself.
At the next table, Neville burned himself due to a mistake in operation. Snape immediately ran over to deduct Neville's points, and then inexplicably accused Harry, who was next to Neville, of not reminding Neville, and deducted two points from Harry as well.
Then Snape turned around and saw the instruments in front of the three children: "Sir, what are you doing?"
Martin threw the dirty little crucible aside, tore off the paper of his class notes and folded it into a large paper pot. Inside, there was a turbid white liquid rolling, and three alcohol lamps were heating it at the same time.
"I'm preparing a potion that has been passed down in the East for thousands of years." Martin said as he stared at the slightly boiling liquid.
"The intestines of the purest white swans, the skinned legs of giant African frogs, the brains of castrated boars, the black fungi growing on rotten wood after rain, the blood of drakes that has not yet completely coagulated, the stomachs of cows treated with saltpeter, the large blood vessels closest to the heart of calves, and a large number of lamb carcasses."
“Add cloves, amomum villosum, tsaoko, white cardamom, angelica, chuanxiong, perilla, licorice, pepper and chili pepper to the pig bone marrow solution that has been boiling for seven days and seven nights, and then add the above ingredients in the specified order.”
"The effects of this potion after taking it are quite complex. It can make the body and mind happy, drive away the cold, and make the body strong." Martin continued: "But be careful, if used for a long time, it will have a certain impact on your health."
After hearing about the oriental potion, Snape did become quite interested, so he listened patiently for a while longer. However, the more he listened, the more he felt something was wrong, especially since Ma Wu couldn't help swallowing his saliva.
"I'll give you a chance to rephrase what you were doing, please?" "I was cooking a hot pot. The Hufflepuffs took our meal away this morning!"
"Five points from Gryffindor!"
After class, the freshmen were able to line up in an orderly manner and walk to the next classroom like the old students.
But many people couldn't help talking while walking, especially when they needed to sort out how many points Gryffindor had been deducted in this class.
"That teacher is very against me." Harry complained: "He really dislikes me, or hates me?"
He didn't understand why.
"He's not targeting you." Hermione was also indignant: "He's targeting all of Gryffindor! Just to favor students from his own house."
Martin asked Harry, "Remember why you didn't want to join Slytherin?"
"Because Voldemort...you call him the You-Know-Who, and the You-Know-Who graduated from Slytherin, so I was a little resistant...wait, did I say that?" Harry realized something was wrong.
"Now you've said it. ...So just like that little white pig, you can simply assume that everyone who hates you is related to Voldemort, like a former Death Eater or something." Martin said calmly.
Snape was indeed a former Death Eater, but he was a fake... No, he was an undercover agent.
"That's not right!" Ma Wu said loudly and excitedly, "Si Jiao is not that kind of person!"
"Do you know about him?" Ma Wu's excitement made Harry confused.
And Ma Wu's intelligence network is indeed not to be underestimated - "The Strange Church likes your mother, Harry, but hates your father, and Harry, you look a lot like your father."
Ma Wu's spoiler came without any foreshadowing. Harry was stunned by the news and was stunned for a while before he digested it. While he was in a daze, he even walked sideways. Neville, who was behind him, tripped over his left foot and fell.
So it was actually very simple for Harry to change Snape's attitude towards him. Martin added, "The first plan is to build a relationship with him first, just like a good friend of your mother, hug his legs and call him uncle; after a week of getting to know each other, you can directly call him godfather. The more you look like your father, the happier he will be."
"Is there a second plan?"
"The second option is that I will use Transfiguration to turn you into a girl named Harry. You will look more like your mother. I bet Snape will like you very much, so much that he will give you 50 extra points every day."
"No, I don't want to. I think I'm fine now." Harry quickly refused, and then realized that there was one person missing in the team: "Where is Xiao Ai?"
"She went to talk to the teacher privately after class." Martin replied: "If the conversation goes well, it's called asking questions. If it doesn't go well, it's called academic exchange. If it goes really badly..."
"Call it a quarrel?" Harry felt that given Snape's attitude towards everyone, the conversation must not have gone well.
Martin thought for a moment and said, "It should be called poisoning." (End of this chapter)