According to Vizette's original understanding of potions, as long as the materials were processed properly and the techniques were standardized enough, high-quality potions could be made.
For Snape, adding more or less ingredients to a potion would make it achieve the effect he wanted.
For ordinary wizards, brewing potions was like putting together a jigsaw puzzle; they needed to find the right place for all the pieces to restore the whole puzzle.
For Snape, potion ingredients were like building blocks; as long as he could ultimately achieve the desired shape, it didn't matter which type of "building block" he used.
These two things seemed incomparable, yet there was such a huge gap between an ordinary potion maker and a potion master.
Snape's private lessons were delivered in the same way he instructed Vizette on how to handle materials: using concise and powerful language to convey all the key points.
The advantage of this was its simplicity, but the disadvantage was that it was too simple. Vizette had to make connections and take notes at the same time in order to keep up with Snape's pace.
In particular, the Soul Soothing Elixir she was learning was a high-level magical potion, which required her to work very hard to record some of its contents.
The lecture didn't end until the sun had set.
Vizette rubbed her forehead and shook her head, feeling a bit dizzy. There was too much knowledge crammed into her head, and she needed to digest it properly before she could roughly understand its intricacies.
The reason she said "probably" was because she always insisted that theory and practice must be combined in order to truly make knowledge useful.
"Continue next week." Snape instinctively stood up, but immediately leaned forward, a faint smell of blood filling the air.
"Professor Snape, thank you for your guidance..."
Vizette, who had just gotten up, rushed over immediately.
She took Snape's arm and tentatively asked, "Professor Snape, I've actually been wanting to ask you this before..."
"He's injured." Snape frowned, a fine layer of sweat appearing on his forehead. "You can go back now!"
"Even potions don't work?" Vizette was still somewhat immersed in the lesson she had just received. "After all, for wounds that healing magic can't cure, potions are the best option."
Snape pursed his lips; those were indeed the contents of the lesson he had just given.
"I was bitten by a dangerous magical creature whose malevolence and venom made the wound difficult to heal. This magical creature is rare, and there is no record of how to break its malevolence."
"Just like the principle of breaking a curse, if there is no corresponding method to break a rare malevolence, you have to use magic potions to 'break the curse' repeatedly."
He pulled open his robe, revealing his still bloodied calves. "I haven't found the antidote yet, it's that simple."
"Professor Snape, may I try?" Vizette gasped as she looked at the horrifying wound.
"During this time... I helped Rubeus Hagrid, healing many creatures and removing a lot of dark magic."
"Go ahead and try! You have three minutes!" Hearing this, Snape suddenly became a little irritated, remembering what had happened a few days ago.
At that time, he changed the antidote formula and went to Filch for help in changing the medicine. He ran into Harry in the office but forgot to deduct points in front of him.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and he muttered in a low voice, "Gryffindor, deduct ten points!"
"Huh?" Vizette was still a little confused, not understanding why Snape was suddenly deducting points, and why it was Gryffindor's points again...
Could it be because the wound is too painful?
Without further thought, she drew her wand and traced an "S" in the air, casting a Scourgify.
The cyclone immediately rose up and swept around Snape's calf.
The sweeping cyclone gradually turned black, carrying with it a large mass of deep, malevolent thoughts.
When the cyclone dissipated, those malevolent thoughts floated in the air, bobbing up and down like balloons.
Snape's brow relaxed considerably, and with a flick of his wand, various potion ingredients emerged from the cabinets around him.
He was like a seasoned symphony conductor, using only his wand to manipulate the potion ingredients, processing them in mid-air amidst countless flashes of magical light.
Vizette was overwhelmed by what she was seeing; every step was important, and she really didn't know where to start.
The aromas of various potion ingredients mingled together, and steam rose from the cauldron, which contained numerous fish-eye-shaped bubbles of the same size.
Snape waved his wand again, and the potion rose into the air, gathered into a ball, and then quickly condensed into a fist-sized ointment.
He didn't move an inch throughout the entire process; all the steps of brewing the potion were completed by magic driven by his wand.
His expression was relaxed and carefree, as simple and casual as turning the pages of a book.
The ointment slowly fell onto the wound, and amidst the rising green smoke, the originally bloody wound quickly healed.
Snape finally stood up to deal with the floating malevolent thoughts.
He casually drew a circle, and a transparent glass dome appeared, enveloping the suspended malevolent thoughts within it.
After doing all this, he looked at Vizette and said coldly, "Try not to let your magic show any special effects. There will always be those with ulterior motives..."
"The magical world isn't as wonderful as you imagine! Especially outside, you need to stay vigilant and not easily trust anyone in order to survive!"
Vizette felt as if she had been punched in the chest, and instinctively replied, "I understand! Thank you very much, Professor Snape!"
After hearing Snape's words, she was immediately filled with fear.
Life at Hogwarts was wonderful, and it did make her a little complacent.
As Snape said, malice still existed in this world, and the Runespoor from before she entered school was the best example.
News from the Daily Prophet also revealed that outside of the ivory tower of Hogwarts, there existed all sorts of wizards.
Among them were not only You-Know-Who, who could return at any moment, but also a constant stream of dark wizards.
These dark wizards also committed crimes, and because of the existence of magic, the cost of their crimes was lower, while the harm they caused was greater.
If someone coveted the Scourgify, captured her for research, or threatened Luna and Xenophilius...
This must not happen!
Vizette made up her mind in secret.
She could study to her heart's content at school, but outside of school...
We needed to stay vigilant and prepared at all times to protect ourselves and our families...
Snape said, "I just think you shouldn't die and return to Hogwarts as a ghost."
Vizette answered readily, "Yes, Professor Snape!"
"Also... there are some things we can do after Madam Pomfrey leaves," Snape added expressionlessly.
"Huh?" Vizette was a little taken aback.
"For example, judging the ingredients of a potion." Snape remained expressionless. "Although I don't know what you were thinking at the time, why you could resist the potion's effects, and why you still wrote down the recipe."
"Hey!" Vizette finally understood. The idea of "Bodhi Patriarch tapping Wukong on the head three times" might only be suitable for Sun Wukong, not for her.
However, she felt that continuing like this wasn't so bad…
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