bdsm-fiction Chapter 96 Give Me a Frog!
Chapter 96 Give Me a Frog!
Chapter 96 Give Me a Frog!
While the little badgers were either indignant or trembling with fear, Snape finally turned to Ravenclaw and casually pointed out a boy.
"Michael Corner, tell me about the methods for preserving Aconitum carmichaelii."
"After crushing, dry it in the moonlight for seven days, then seal it in a silver container for preservation," Kona answered smoothly.
"Hmm. Terry Boot, distinguish between aconite and hemlock."
"The root of Aconitum carmichaelii is spindle-shaped, while the root of Hemlock is slender and smooth."
"Not bad. Padma Petit, tell me the correct way to grind the bulb spores."
Padma, with her beautiful face and Indian-style demeanor, stood up.
"Use a silver mortar and pestle to grind six times counterclockwise and then six times clockwise, alternating until the spore powder turns pale green."
The young eagles were very happy, as these questions were within the scope of the books and the emergency tutoring the prefect had given them last night.
But this time Snape didn't switch people; he continued to ask Padma questions until she simply couldn't answer the third one.
"Ravenclaw loses a point," Snape said with satisfaction.
Padma bit her lip and sat down, tears welling in her eyes.
Everyone cursed him as a pervert in their hearts.
Snape turned around, strode to the blackboard, and scribbled down a title.
Soothing remedy (daisy root, dried nettle, grass leaves, leech juice).
Huh? The students were a little surprised. Wasn't the first lesson in the textbook about scabies medicine?
However, no one dared to raise any objections, and they could only turn to the corresponding chapter.
This is a mild sedative potion used to relieve mild anxiety, tension headaches, and difficulty falling asleep. It uses four different potion ingredients and requires careful processing of the raw materials. While the difficulty of its preparation is still within the first-year level, it is significantly more difficult than the scabies potion.
Why did Professor Snape increase the difficulty?
Lines of writing quickly appeared on the blackboard; this was the process of preparing the soothing medicine.
1. Prepare daisy root: Using a silver knife, diagonally slice 1 ounce of daisy root into thin, even slices (less than 0.1 inches). Place them on wax paper. Diagonal slicing increases the cross-sectional area, helping the medicinal properties to be released more quickly.
2. Prepare the grass leaves: Stack 4 fresh grass leaves neatly and chop them repeatedly with a silver knife until they are in small pieces. The finer the pieces, the better.
3. Prepare dried nettles: Weigh 0.35 ounces on a balance.
4. Prepare leech juice: 5 drops of ready-made leech juice using a standard dropper.
5. Begin cooking:
Add 300 ml of water to the crucible and heat until it just starts to bubble (do not boil completely).
Add all the chopped daisy root slices to the water, stir clockwise twice, and continue to simmer over low heat for 10 minutes. The liquid will gradually turn light yellow.
Add the entire handful of dried nettles to the crucible at once. The liquid will turn pale green. Stir counterclockwise three times, then simmer for another 5 minutes.
Sprinkle the chopped grass leaves into the crucible, making sure to spread them evenly over the surface. Do not stir; allow them to sink naturally and continue heating for 2 minutes.
Remove the crucible from the heat and let it cool for 30 seconds. Then, slowly pour in the leech juice. Stir vigorously clockwise seven times. The color of the liquid will change from green to a stable light purple.
Let it stand for another minute, filter out the residue, and keep only the clear light purple liquid. The medicine is then ready to use.
Lucas discovered that although the recipe for the soothing potion was written in the textbook, Professor Snape's steps on the blackboard included more crucial details.
For example, the book only says to thinly slice daisy roots, but Professor Snape explains that they should be sliced diagonally; the book only says to heat until small bubbles appear, but Snape notes that they should not be fully boiled.
So he copied them all down, as did the eaglets next door. Most of the badgers watched for a while, then finally realized what Lucas was doing and pulled out their quills to start copying.
By this time, Snape had finished writing, and the chalk flew back to the tray with a soft sound.
"Start mixing in pairs; the corresponding potion ingredients are in the medicine cabinet at the back."
"Considering your brains are newly formed, I'm giving you a full hour and a half. I hope you can succeed once before the resources run out."
"Let's begin."
The young eagles immediately sprang into action, quickly forming groups with their classmates. One prepared the tools on the table, while the other went to fetch the medicinal herbs.
The little badgers made a commotion; they hadn't finished copying from the blackboard yet, and they were chattering away about who to team up with.
Hannah habitually huddled together with Lucas and Ellie, but then Snape's cold voice rang out.
"Miss Abbott, did I mention that it's a group of two?"
"I don't think Mr. McGregor's charm is enough to make you interfere."
A few scattered laughs broke the silence, and Hannah froze, her face turning a deep tomato red. Susan quickly stood up and pulled Hannah away.
Lucas frowned and cursed inwardly.
Intersex, old pervert.
Professor Snape has completely overturned my understanding of Hogwarts professors. To be honest, strict teachers produce outstanding students, but being strict and serious is different from being psychologically abnormal, right? Why is he so keen on being sarcastic and deducting points from students, as if it gives him a great sense of accomplishment?
Do a good job. Hufflepuff has already lost a lot of points. If this potion isn't done well, he'll probably lose even more.
He reviewed his notes again, memorizing the key points. Then he grasped the most important tool for processing the herbs, the small silver knife.
"Ellie, let's work together. You prepare the herbs and tools, and I'll process the herbs."
Ellie nodded, and when she returned from the noisy bunch of badger cubs with daisy roots, dried nettles, grass leaves, and leech juice, she saw a gleam of silver light shining in Lucas's palm.
It was that silver knife. Lucas's fingers were moving with incredible agility, making the knife spin between his fingers, dancing into a flurry of blade flowers.
Ellie suddenly remembered a scene from over a month ago. That was when they first met, landing in the Forbidden Forest. She handed her silver-handled dagger to Lucas, who took it and twirled it a few times.
Then the knife seemed to become an extension of his arm, hand, and fingers, moving with agility, lightness, and exquisite skill.
And it is the same now.
She suddenly asked out of the blue, "Where's the knife I gave you?"
Lucas laughed: "It's in the pocket of my robe, I keep it close to my body."
"But since we're going to cut medicinal herbs, this professional little silver knife is better."
The flash of light from his blade grew faster and faster, drawing gasps of amazement from many of his classmates.
Snape, his face grim, roared, "McGregor! What tricks are you playing?!"
Before Snape deducted points from Hufflepuff, Lucas paused, gripping the silver knife in his hand.
"Sorry, Professor, I'm just familiarizing myself with the tools. I'll begin now."
He took the half-dried daisy root that Ellie handed him after weighing it. Then, his hand moved, and the blade pressed down on it.
The blade was angled, slicing out two or three thin slices. I got used to the feel of the daisy root, and then it began, that burst of blade light.
Tap, tap, tap tap tap...
The sound of the blade falling was light and steady, with a strange rhythm, cutting evenly across the daisy roots.
Perfectly sliced thin slices were neatly arranged under the gleam of the knife, like soldiers about to be inspected by the king.
Ellie stared in a daze at the flashing blade in Lucas's hand. Although she had seen this scene many times before, she still found it so shocking and beautiful every time.
Hannah and Susan stopped what they were doing, Ernie and Zacharys stared blankly at the flash of the blade, and Justin and Wayne were frozen in place, their dazed eyes glued to Lucas's desk.
"Merlin, oh Merlin!"
The sound of Lucas's knife striking was actually very soft, yet it shook the entire classroom. The flowing blade wasn't actually shiny, yet it dazzled everyone's eyes.
Even the Ravenclaws next door couldn't help but stop what they were doing, crane their necks, and open their mouths wide, watching Lucas effortlessly transform an ounce of daisy root into neat, uniform, almost transparent diagonal slices.
Yesterday on Black Lake, because it was night and we were far away, although we saw Lucas making sashimi from a large, lively fish, we couldn't really see it clearly.
And now, this scene is presented to everyone so clearly.
Snape glided over like a silent bat and stood in front of Lucas.
His cold, radiant gaze swept over the students, and all of them hurriedly lowered their heads.
"You're here to learn, not to watch a circus! Focus on mixing your own potions, and stop looking around like a monkey scratching its head! Unless you want to lose even more points."
Then Snape remained silent, examining the thin slices of daisy root that Lucas had cut, before looking up and squinting at Lucas.
He suddenly reached out and grabbed Lucas's right hand, which was holding the silver knife, lifting it up to examine it closely, as if trying to see what secret it held.
Finally, he lowered Lucas's arm and let out a soft snort.
"Unqualified, Mr. McGregor."
The students who were still listening intently were all taken aback.
"You sliced the daisy root too thinly. It will melt as soon as it enters the cauldron, causing the potion's components to be released too quickly, which will actually affect the potion's effectiveness."
Ellie immediately retorted, "But Professor, you only wrote less than 0.1 inches on the blackboard."
"Yes, that's the standard for mediocre people," Snape said nonchalantly. "I thought you guys would be doing pretty well if you could cut to 0.1 inches, just like them..."
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Following his finger, Justin and Wayne, covered in sweat, chopped the daisy root into pieces.
"Who would have thought that we'd have a genius like McGregor among us?" Snape's tone was laced with sarcasm. "A genius chef, isn't he? I doubt even Hufflepuff himself imagined that culinary skills could be used in this way."
"To be a genius, you have to meet stricter standards. McGregor, you have to keep the daisy root to about 0.05 inches; that's the perfect thickness, understand?"
"Now, cut it again!"
Lucas nodded, while Ellie gave Snape an annoyed look and weighed out another portion of daisy root.
This time, Snape stood by the table, staring intently at Lucas.
Even the hawks were worried for Lucas. Padma murmured, "Merlin, if Professor Snape were staring at me like that, I probably wouldn't even be able to hold my knife."
But Lucas was unaffected. He gripped the silver knife again, and after two more cuts, the blade began to flow again, slicing out new thin slices of daisy root.
I'm completely in the zone now. This daisy root is just like any other ingredient I handle. What's the difference between cutting it and cutting vegetables?
Even if ten Snapes were watching, my chopping speed wouldn't be affected.
This time, Snape couldn't find any problems. He snorted and turned away, starting to inspect other groups. The other students immediately became flustered and under great pressure.
"I think he should get at least ten extra points," Ellie muttered. "Snape is so unfair."
"Alright, Ellie, we're not done yet." Lucas took the valerian leaf she handed him, and with a flick of his wrist, he cut the leaf into perfect pieces.
That's right... this is my area of expertise, just like cooking...
Approach it with the same mindset and skill as cooking, and everything becomes remarkably simple.
carry on.
Pour water into the crucible and heat it until it just starts to bubble... I need to control the water temperature when I'm making soup, as different ingredients have different requirements, and I know this all too well.
I add the various ingredients one by one, with different stirring and cooking requirements. That's how I do it when I'm making soup.
Moreover, the process of making this "soothing potion" is very similar to that of "matsutake and bamboo fungus soup".
Lucas moved with fluid grace, and the beauty of his cooking captivated the surrounding students once again.
First, add the daisy root slices, stir clockwise twice, and simmer over low heat for 10 minutes... Hmm, this is the addition of fragrant matsutake slices, time to start cooking.
Add dried nettles... Yes, now we've added fresh bamboo fungus... Stir counter-clockwise 3 times and simmer for 5 minutes.
Sprinkle the chopped grass leaves into the crucible, spreading them evenly on the surface without stirring... Wait, isn't this just like sprinkling chopped green onions?
Sprinkle in some chopped green onions, and wow, the aroma just kicks in instantly.
Remove from heat and let cool slightly, then slowly pour in the leech juice... Add sesame oil, this is clearly just adding sesame oil!
Add a few drops of sesame oil, and at this point, a simple yet perfect mountain delicacy—"Matsutake and Bamboo Fungus Soup"—is complete. Imagine: in a clear, golden broth, tender slices of matsutake mushrooms and crisp bamboo fungus intertwine, the entire soup exuding an irresistible aroma and sweetness that whets the appetite just from the smell...
It smells so good... so good... Hmm? ? ?
Why does it smell so good?!
Ellie stared intently at the cauldron in front of her. "Lucas, why does our potion smell so good?"
The enticing aroma was spreading throughout the Potions classroom, and all the students stopped, craning their necks to look at the cauldron in front of Lucas.
The fresh and sweet aroma tantalized everyone's taste buds, causing the little wizards to salivate uncontrollably and their stomachs to rumble.
Oh my god, I'm so hungry! It smells so good, I really want to drink it!
"Lucas..." Hannah from next door looked on expectantly, "Can I have a spoonful?"
Lucas stared in disbelief at the crucible, where golden broth was swirling, but according to the procedure, it should have been a clear, pale purple liquid!
Can anyone tell me why my soothing medicine turned into a pot of soup?!
Snape's shadow loomed over Lucas, who stared at the pot of soup, smelling its delicious aroma, his whole body trembling, his yellow skin turning the color of spoiled milk.
"Professor, I really don't know—"
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"Lucas McGregor!" Snape gritted his teeth, his voice cracking.
"Bring me your soup—quack!!!"