Hoffa cut the Morat tentacles into small pieces and sprinkled them into the crucible.

The water in the crucible suddenly turned red, which is one of the ingredients for the magic recovery potion.

Miranda was staring at the potion book and muttering incantations like a nun, while stirring the red potion in the cauldron.

Miranda was stunned when she saw Hoffa Samorat's tentacles.

"Hey, Hoffa, aren't we going to make a shrinking potion today?"

Hoffa whispered: "Well, that's boring. I recently researched a new recipe that's really fun. Let me do it."

"Um, okay."

Miranda pushed up her glasses and changed positions with Hoffa.

Take the crucible.

Before Hoffa began, he directed Miranda to cut various ingredients in the Potions classroom.

Then, he threw the chopped raw materials into the crucible headlong, regardless of whether the dosage was correct or not.

Of course, he would definitely not be able to brew a potion with such a careless attitude. As the ingredients were poured into the pot, the color in the crucible became increasingly weird.

As Miranda cut, she looked worriedly at the boiling crucible, which had begun to hiss ominously.

She whispered: "Hoffa, I have never seen any medicine made like this. Are you making a stew?"

"Well, don't talk, help me cut the daisy roots."

"All right......."

After throwing it away for a while, Hoffa's cauldron began to change the color of a psychotic expression, the medicine inside boiled violently, and gave off a smell of burnt shoehorns.

The classmates next to me couldn't help but frown.

I saw more and more signs of abnormality in the potion.

Confused, Miranda took out her wand and tried to stop it.

However, it was too late, as there was a roar and explosion in the crucible.

Hoffa pulled Miranda and jumped back like lightning, avoiding the random spray of liquid. At this moment, everyone in the Potions classroom pinched their noses and turned their heads.

Slughorn, who was immersed in admiring Aglaia's performance, suddenly raised his head, raised his brows, strode to Hoffa's table, pinched his nose, stretched his head to take a look, and roared sharply:

"What is this? Horva, please explain!!"

The crucible was spraying colorful liquid, the liquid hissed and dripped from the table, and strange branches grew one after another on the ground.

Hoffa looked around in a panic, looking like a confused Neville.

He is waiting.

In less than a second, it seemed as if the switch on the remote control was pressed, triggering something that was bound to happen.

"Hmph, secondary magic power recovery potion!"

A cool and sarcastic voice sounded from outside the crowd, and Hoffa felt happy.

Ha, I took the bait!

"It's just a recovery potion that failed to be refined. I didn't expect you, Bach, to want to do such a thing. You are really overestimating your capabilities."

As soon as the Potions Princess Aglaia spoke, the class fell silent.

Aglaia folded her arms and had a straight face, showing an expression of disgust and impatience. But she could not hide the ecstasy and excitement in her eyes.

Hoffa shouted unwillingly: "What does it have to do with what potion I refine?"

"Ha~? It's up to you. Can you please consider yourself?"

Aglaia pushed away the student who was blocking her, strode up to Hoffa's cauldron, took out her wand and waved it.

The boiling crucible immediately calmed down.

"Morat's tentacles, lionfish spine powder, porcupine quills, armadillo bile, plus a magic root..."

She squinted her eyes and listed out the drugs Hoffa used as well as the name of the dish.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, Horva~ Are you a wizard from the 18th century? You can also use this old-fashioned method, and you use it in a mess."

This time, Hoffa was not angry. Instead, he was secretly pleased. If you want to show off, then let you show off enough.

"Oh." Hoffa said disdainfully, "You sound like you are very powerful. If you can do it, go ahead!"

Aglaia became more and more excited, and her eyes shone with a fascinating light.

"I'll go up? Just go up, I'll make you stronger than one of your hands!"

She pushed Miranda away with a snap, and eagerly snatched the stick from Miranda's hand.

"Watch it! If it were me, I wouldn't put so many red rat hairs, because the tentacles of Morat rat in this potion are only used to neutralize and relieve pain, not to enhance resistance. You put so many

What is the use?"

Her fingers quickly took out various potions from the cabinet, decomposing them, cutting them up, and throwing them into the crucible with great skill, her speed was dizzying.

(one minute later)

"...and if you add such a small amount of armadillo bile, why is it enough? Haven't you heard in class that armadillo bile is a drug that enhances intelligence, and the starting dosage must be more than 50 ml..."

"

(one minute later)

"...Porcupine quills are added to the potion without treatment. What do you think? Also, this technique was eliminated by French wizards as early as 181, but you are still using it. I really don't know.

From which corner did you find the prescription..."

(one minute later)

"...Oh, put so much narcissus root powder, what do you want to do? Do you want to poison people to death? Or do you simply don't understand the toxicity of this thing? I really don't know what your usual grades are like.

Come..."

(One minute later......)

"...Hey, you should really improve your hands-on skills, Mr. Holva, otherwise I really don't know if you can graduate in the first grade..."

She was immersed in the joy of being a teacher, her eyes were shining with intoxication, and she didn't care about Hoffa's eyes at all.

At this moment, Hoffa didn't care about Aglaia's sarcasm at all. He was running the meditation method with all his strength, his spirit was as silent as a spider web in the potion, and he carefully felt the changes in the potion.

The magic power restoration potion was more complicated than any potion he had refined before. He had to concentrate on it to prevent missing any details.

Finally, after an unknown amount of time, under the dull eyes of the whole class, all the materials turned into tubes of small reagents in her hands.

Aglaia held three small glass tubes in the air, glanced around, puffed out her chest, and couldn't help saying proudly:

"Of course, the recovery potion is one of the most widespread and professional wizard potions. If you want to make it, you still need the final mixing step."

She drawled.

"I dare say that few people in the world know this ratio."

She raised her hand, and Hoffa's concentration was intense.

"The proportions must..."

"Ahem!!"

Suddenly, a deliberate coughing sound came from the crowd, interrupting Aglaia's eloquence and the stunned expressions of the entire class.

Turning around, Slughorn walked over.

Hoffa's face darkened.

Slughorn, why did this old guy show up suddenly?

Slughorn was seen looking at Aglaia with a shocked but emotional expression.

"That's enough, kid, don't go on."

Aglaia frowned and looked at the potion in her hand. She was very, very unhappy that the performance was interrupted!

"What?" she asked unhappily, without any concern for his identity as a teacher.

Slughorn didn't answer her. He looked at Hoffa seriously: "Bach, I'm glad you have the spirit to try, but this is a drug controlled by the Ministry of Magic and a type of stimulant. It's best not to try it in the future.

Yes. If you want to buy it, you can go to St. Mungo’s to apply for registration.”

The surrounding students snickered, as if taking the recovery potion was not a glorious thing.

Slughorn looked at Aglaia again and said fondly: "The exquisite operation is simply art. Unfortunately, this potion is protected by patent law. I can't let you operate it in class, otherwise it will be impossible."

Once the news gets out, the school must be responsible, and the impact will not be very good. If you are interested, I can take you to see the Drug Control Department of the Ministry of Magic next time..."

His endless consolation finally made Aglaia stop pouting and getting angry. She frowned, put the potion in her pocket, snorted, folded her arms and walked away.

Hoffa gritted his teeth secretly.

The Potions class was really at odds with me. It was just the last step, but Slughorn came out halfway. Now I know the complete formula, but I don't know the final proportions. This is very nerve-wracking.

….
To be continued...