Chapter 132: Swelling potion (modified)

　　 "Oh, this is what you said to him?" Ron asked incredulously.
　　 "What do you mean? You were there...you heard me talking." Harry's tone hurried.
"I heard you speak in a snake-like voice," Ron said. "It's the language of a snake. Anything you can say is possible. No wonder Justin is so frightened. Listening to your voice is as if you are encouraging that snake. Yes. It's creepy, you know?"
　　 Harry felt indefinable, he didn't even realize that he was speaking snake language, and no one else could understand what he said!
"It turns out that Harry really didn't mean to hurt Justin. The snake was angered by Professor Lockhart's curse, so he wanted to attack Justin, and after Harry spoke, the snake There really is no more attack on Justin." Allen pointed out the facts clearly and clearly, and Harry looked at him gratefully.
　　 Trust and understanding are the happiest things in this world when people are misunderstood!
　　 The next day, I don't know since when, a piece of snowflakes drifted through the windows of the castle, one after another, floating freely between the sky and the earth.
　　 Alan stretched out his hand from the tower window, the snow fell on his warm palm, melted instantly, and then slowly evaporated.
　　 "Do you want to keep that piece of snow?" Penello's voice suddenly appeared in Allen's ear.
　　 "Yes." Allen said casually, and it was turned into reality by Penello in an instant.
　　 "Quick freezing!" Waving his magic wand, Penello protruded most of his body from the window, stretched out his left hand, and turned the snow fluttering above her palm into a snowflake-like piece of ice, which fell into her hand.
　　 did not melt! Allen felt that the girl at the moment was a little cool and free and easy.
　　 But Alan, who was a little stale, had his second subconscious reaction to stick out his head to see if anyone passed by below to avoid being hit by the ice flakes falling from a high altitude.
　　 Seeing Penello's sudden constipation expression, Alan was quite embarrassed.
　　In desperation, Allen drew out his magic wand and used the freezing spell and transformation spell. The countless snowflakes turned into ice flakes and condensed together, twisting and deforming into an open, transparent glass bottle.
　　 Allen motioned to Penello to put the snowflakes into the glass bottle, and then froze the bottle. Passed it to Penello again.
　　The glittering snowflakes bloom quietly in the glass bottle, just like Penello. A few crystal snowflakes fell on her soft long golden hair, her snow-skinned red lips, and her beauty was amazing.
　　 The next day, the snow that had fallen from the night turned into a violent blizzard. The little wizards of Ravenclaw were very envious of Gryffindor. Because of the weather, Gryffindor’s last herbal medicine class this semester was cancelled.
　　Professor Sprout wants to put on Mandela grass socks and a scarf. This is a job that needs to be treated with care, and she can't trust others to do it. Now, letting the mandela grass grow up quickly and saving the lives of the petrified is vital.
　　 And the last class of Ravenclaw is the potions class... It's stormy and snowy outside, and the basement is dark and cold.
　　 What made the little wizards of Ravenclaw even colder was that Professor Snape threatened that if anyone couldn't make a real swelling potion, he would either stay here and boil the potion or try the real swelling potion.
　　 As for the anti-swelling potion, the anti-swelling agent, don't even think about it. The students in Gryffindor and Slytherin ran out of it in the last class.
　　 As usual, there are twenty crucibles standing between the wooden tables in the basement. On the tables are copper balances and pots of ingredients.
　　Professor Snape patrolled back and forth in a cloud of smoke, and crudely criticized the work of the little wizards.
The swelling potion is really simple for a few Ravenclaws who are good at potions, let alone Alan. He easily finished grinding dried nettles, puffer fish eyes and other herbs, and then put these medicinal powders Heat the cauldron at medium temperature for 20 seconds, then wave the wand and wait for the potion to be brewed before proceeding to the next step.
　　 Edward's swelling potion is too watery, and he always has a bad grasp of the amount of potion. Professor Snape stopped beside him, mocking his thin soup.
　　 Edward didn't dare to contradict the slightest, and continued to fight with his own medicine. Because he knew that if he dared to speak back or showed resentment, he would immediately be deducted points or even locked up. He could not even shout "injustice" or he would be punished more severely. In fact, Edward with golden brown eyes I don't know why I provoke Snape's resentment.
　　 However, Edward has finally adjusted the potion and there is a problem with Edward's enchantment.
Perhaps it was impetuous when fighting these medicinal materials, and Professor Snape had been ridiculing him by his side, which made Edward feel resentful. He wielded his wand too far, causing the crucible in front of him to explode. The scope is obviously worse than the disaster caused by Gryffindonaway.
　　 His decoction exploded completely, and he poured it over the whole class. Even Professor Snape behind him was not immune.
　　 Even Alan could only cover his face and head in time, and he was hit on the back of his hand.
　　 Everyone screamed under the attack of the splashing swelling potion. Some were pouring on their faces and their noses swelled up like balloons; some covered their eyes with their hands and stumbled around, their eyes swollen to the size of a lunch plate; others swollen into small pumpkins and laughed. Keep wailing.
　　 Professor Snape was so close to Edward, he was caught off guard, his roman-style hooked nose swelled into a peach!
　　 And Edward was the worst, his face was swollen and deformed~EbookFREE.me~ It looked like a dead body that had been soaked in water for countless days, and even his eyes were swollen so that he couldn't open it.
　　 Big Nose Professor Snape desperately tried to calm everyone down. "Quiet, quiet! Don't you want to recover?"
　　 Alan looked at Snape and didn't care about the pain in the back of his hand. He couldn't help but think, "Voldemort might need this potion..."
　　 As Professor Snape explained before the class that there is no anti-swelling agent, everyone had to endure the pain and inconvenience, pause the unfinished potion in the cauldron, and learn to make the anti-swelling agent first.
Allen did not remove his cauldron. He reluctantly added a portion of bat entrails to the cauldron quickly, then stirred it four times counterclockwise, heated it at a low temperature for 30 seconds, waved his wand, completed the preparation of the swelling potion, and poured the potion into it. In the pharmacy bottle.
　　 looked at the scrambled movements of the students around him, Allen moved quickly to clean the cauldron and deal with the medicinal materials used to make the anti-swelling potion. Such a big pot is enough to treat everyone in the class.
　　 Soon after the potion made by Professor Snape was finished, Allen also finished his anti-swelling agent.
　　 The little wizards ignored the potions in front of them and rushed to Allen's table in a mess, trying to eliminate their swelling.
When everyone drank the medicine and all kinds of swelling subsided, Professor Snape touched his nose unnaturally while walking up to Edward, "Ravenclaw deducted twenty points because of you It’s wrong, almost all the classmates have been killed!"
　　 glanced at Alan, he continued, "Harris moved quickly and successfully made a swelling potion and an anti-swelling agent. Ravenclawga is very good!"
　　 "Except for Harris who can dismiss get out of class, you, leave the classroom after successfully making the swelling potion!" The little wizards dejectedly cleaned the cauldron again and boiled the potion again.