Sitting at the second-to-last table next to Slytherin, Warrington heard his Head House's words and responded with a "yes."
However, there was a hint of malice in his eyes as he looked at Agarth.
Agarth scratched his back, feeling strangely itchy, but he didn't lose focus. Instead, he took out a new notebook and started taking notes.
Although he had read about the steps and precautions for making the potion to treat boils as described by Professor Snape in the textbook, there were some special techniques that were not mentioned in the book.
'As expected, the potion genius lives up to his reputation.'
Agarth, who was writing furiously, nodded affirmatively.
'I wonder if, when I'm making woodenware, I throw the wood into a potion and simmer it together—no, I mean, make it together—the result will be the same as if I dip a carving knife in it and then carve it in.'
'Remember this!'
Professor Snape squinted at Agarth, stepped down from the podium, and held his wand to Agarth's notebook as he was about to turn the page.
Right page section:
1. First stage of potion preparation: Place the medicine in wooden containers.
2. Once the potion bubbles, stir it again and wait.
3. In the second stage, add the potion, remove the wooden container for observation, put it back in, stir, and wait.
4.*******
Summary: The method needs further testing, feasibility: 14%.
On the left page of the notes were the key points of Professor Snape's lecture for this lesson.
However, there were small arrows pointing to the operation steps on the right page, with the words "Method 1, 2, 3" marked next to them, and some corrections. The lower half of the right page was mostly blank, with the title "Practical Operation".
Agarth spread his arms and silently covered his handwriting.
Harry Potter was targeted even for writing his own words, let alone writing anything insignificant.
Agarth doesn't have green eyes.
Professor Snape exhaled heavily through his nose.
"Very good, very good."
"It seems that we Slytherin are about to welcome a potions genius."
With a mocking tone, Professor Snape took Agarth's notebook, strode over to the blackboard, and tapped it.
The blackboard displayed all the steps and methods he had explained in this lesson.
Professor Snape scoffed. "Two people at a time, let's get started. As for Mr. Lindgel, it shouldn't be difficult for one person to handle it."
The Slytherins laughed when they heard Professor Snape say that, but under his cold gaze, they hurriedly placed the potion ingredients on the table one by one.
Agarth avoided Professor Snape's gaze and sighed softly. 'Fanfiction has misled me. Don't they all say he has a great fondness for geniuses?'
'Why is it targeting people?'
George and Fred, sitting in the back, exchanged a glance.
"George, did Agarth bring something annoying with him?"
"I think it's because he shouldn't have been a Slytherin."
Warrington, who happened to be sitting at the table next to them, rolled his eyes.
"Could it be that you Gryffindors are still here?"
While mocking him, he added, "Yeah, they're all a bunch of red-haired idiots."
Agarth, with his exceptionally sharp hearing, suddenly stood up and turned to look at Warrington.
"Last time I said I liked your lips, this time, I like your hair."
Agarth spoke in a flat tone, his lips barely moving, his voice just loud enough for Carl beside him to hear, but it exploded in Warrington's ears.
Carl's gaze followed Agarth's words and landed on Warrington's dark brown hair.
She really couldn't understand how there could be such a stupid person in Slytherin. Lindgel looked so much like Professor Dumbledore, so how could he think that Lindgel was just a half-blood?
Warrington provoked Agarth time and time again.
The twins only saw Agarth inexplicably turn around and glance at Warrington, but Warrington's face turned pale and he suddenly panicked.
"This kid is so afraid of Agarth, yet he still dares to mess with him."
"Is this what Agarth meant by 'desperate to be beaten'?"
The two, who were initially angry, gradually calmed down after seeing Warrington's frightened expression.
However, the two touched the earrings Agarth had given them and chuckled knowingly.
Startled by Agarth, Warrington slammed his hand on the table in front of him after he turned around.
The sound was so loud that it caught Professor Snape's attention.
"Mr. Warrington, do you have a problem with my lesson?"
"No, no, Professor."
Warrington hated Agarth's arrogant and domineering attitude, and he deeply regretted his earlier fear.
'Lindgel, damn it!'
"Then why don't you hurry up and start!"
Professor Snape's deep voice made the students in the classroom stare intently at what they were holding, afraid of making even the slightest mistake and being reprimanded.
Seeing the extremely quiet classroom environment after he said that, Professor Snape nodded and began to survey the room.
However, his gaze would occasionally fall on Agarth, who was making the potion in an orderly and orderly manner, step by step.
The steps were correct, the method was correct, and the timing of adding the herbs was correct.
only.
Bang!
The cauldron in front of Agarth suddenly exploded with a loud sound. Carl, who was next to him, reacted quickly and immediately abandoned the potion she was making.
She picked up the book and ran away.
A red-glowing barrier flashed around Agarth, blocking the splashing liquid in front of him.
However, the students who followed Agarth were not so lucky.
The splattered liquid dripped directly onto their exposed skin.
"Idiot! What have you done?!" Professor Snape yelled as he strode to the front of the classroom.
Unfortunately, it was too late.
The innocent Slytherins who were caught in the crossfire developed dense, disgusting boils on their faces and hands.
The burning hot wounds caused the group to cry out in pain.
"What are you standing there for? Send a few men to take them to the Hospital Wing," Professor Snape yelled at the students who were standing there dumbfounded.
Then, disregarding whether the scalding hot crucible would burn him, he picked up a corner of the crucible with one hand and smelled it under his nose.
"You didn't use snake fang powder?"
Snape threw the crucible back onto the table and shouted angrily.
However, this time he wronged Agarth.
Feeling wronged for no reason, Agarth clenched his fists and, with a surge of anger, placed all the potion ingredients he needed on the table, arranging them one by one.
"Professor, look! I used all the materials you mentioned!"
"Dried nettles, porcupine quills, snake fangs powder, horned slug!"
Professor Snape glanced at it, and his expressionless face twitched suddenly.
Dried nettles covered in water, porcupine quills that looked like they had just been ripped off, bloody snake fangs powder, and then, the only correct horned slug.