Chapter 164: Hermione who appeared suddenly

The more advanced the potion, the more talent is needed.
What Snape said was right. Potions didn't require wizards to wield their wands stupidly, but it was impossible for mediocre people (idiots and fools in Snape's words) to feel its beauty.
The weather was still cold, but Jon Hart's back was already wet with sweat.
However, his hand did not tremble at all.
Whenever the precipitation of Jue Yin bird feathers appeared, he would estimate its amount within a few seconds, and then carefully add the same amount of dolomite powder.
There was no mistake...
Until two hours later.
A thick white smoke flew out of the cauldron.
Jon hurriedly covered his nose and backed up a few steps...but his eyes still did not leave the cauldron.
As the potion in the crucible boiled violently, the white smoke gradually dissipated.
Jon quickly took the crucible from the stove and opened it to see-
There was still a liquid that could fit into two small crystal bottles... a completely transparent liquid that looked like clean water.
Yes, it looks like... There is no doubt that it is Veritaserum!
A smile appeared on Jon's face, and he was also greatly relieved.
He succeeded!
For the first time, he successfully prepared a pot of real high-level medicine.
In the past eight months, he did not know how many times he failed, and each failure was a waste of half a month; but now he can be sure that these failed processes are worthwhile.
Jon carefully poured the Veritaserum in the crucible into two crystal bottles, and the mouth of the bottle was sealed with tin foil.
One was placed in the responsive room with his bottles and cans; the other was placed in his carry-on bag.
...
It was almost dark when Jon left the responsive house.
He was going to go back to Hufflepuff’s common room early, to recharge tonight... After all, the second project will begin at nine o'clock tomorrow morning.
But when Jon walked near the hallway by the kitchen, he saw a strange face pacing here.
Hermione Granger.
Jon couldn't help but wonder why she was here.
Does she want to sneak into the kitchen and encourage the house elves to riot?
Just as Jon was thinking about it, Hermione also saw him. She greeted him and ran over.
Did she make a special trip to find herself?
Jon couldn't help being more curious.
"Jon... are you okay lately?" Hermione stammered.
"Very good..." Jon replied, hiding the curiosity on his face.
"Um... I remembered the scene when you were fighting the fire dragon in your first project..." Hermione said with a little preface, "I was not there... No, I mean I paid close attention. These...the use of Devil Nets and Guiteng is really a genius idea..."
"Thank you!" Jon nodded, "Is there anything wrong?"
There was a tangled expression on Hermione's face, and finally she shook her head.
"Nothing... I just came to say hello to you... Sorry to interrupt... Goodbye..."
After speaking, Hermione turned and walked back down the corridor.
"Wait!" Jon suddenly stopped her from behind, and he suddenly thought of a little: "Hermione, are you here to ask me, how do you pass the test of the second project?"
Hermione Granger's body stiffened slightly, and she turned around, apologetic all over her face.
"I'm sorry... I did have this idea... but it's too rude..." Hermione nodded with a wry smile, "Because I really can't think of a better way... I'm so sorry, so offensive... Just treat me as if I haven't been here...just as if nothing happened..."
When Hermione spoke, she became incoherent again.
The corner of Jon's eyes suddenly narrowed slightly...small movements, even Hermione on the opposite side did not notice.
"You wait for me here!" he said calmly.
Hermione was completely stunned: "No...no need..."
But before she could reply, Jon had already got into the barrel.
...
Hermione Granger is now a bit embarrassed.
Suddenly, heavy footsteps sounded from behind her, and she was startled.
"Granger, what are you doing here?" a serious voice asked.
"I...I'm..." Hermione glanced at the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher Professor Alastor Moody with a guilty conscience, not knowing how to answer.
And she was a little timid, afraid of her deeds being discovered by the teacher.
"Professor McGonagall told you to go there!" Mad-Eye Moody said coldly, "Go to her office."
"Immediately, Professor Moody!" Hermione mustered up the courage and whispered.
Moody nodded, then limped away.
Hermione glanced at the barrel, then at the back of Professor Moody.
Just when she gritted her teeth and wanted to leave first.
The lid of the barrel was pushed open again.
Jon Hart came out, this time there was something in his hand.
"Take it!" Jon threw a bag of things at her, and Hermione caught it dumbly.
"What's this?" She asked a little bluntly.
"Gill sac grass." Jon said calmly: "Taking a handful of this herb will grow gills and web-like fingers and toes, so that people can swim and breathe underwater for more than an hour."
Hermione shook her head quickly. She wanted to return the bag of branchial sacculus to Jon.
"It's okay." Jon shook his head: "But I'm curious, do you want to help Harry Potter or Victor Krum!"
Hearing Harry's name, Hermione gritted her teeth and made a decision.
"Help Harry, he's a good friend of mine, and Victor is just a partner that happened to meet." She said softly, her voice trembling again: "Jon, I don't know how to thank you..."
"Nothing!" Jon shrugged: "Harry also helped me in the first project."
After speaking, he has re-entered the barrel.
...
Jon suddenly had this plan when he saw the figure of Mad-Eye Moody (Barty Crouch Jr) through the reflection of the window ~EbookFREE.me~.
Because of tomorrow's situation, there will be a slight deviation from the original plot.
Dobby the house elf may still be a servant at Malfoy's house now, so it's impossible for him to come over and give Harry the gills at this time.
At the same time, Moody's will definitely not let Harry participate in the second project unpreparedly...After all, he wants to make Harry as good as possible.
Instead of letting Moody come up with another moth...
It would be better to take the initiative!
Fake Moody didn't go far, his magic eye must have seen everything here.
In order to avoid a big deviation in your plan tomorrow.
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