Chapter 39: 39, I Am Better than You

Hoffa chopped Morat's tentacles into small pieces and sprinkled them into the cauldron.

The clear water in the crucible suddenly turned red, which was one of the ingredients of the mana recovery potion.

Miranda was staring at the potions book, muttering incantations like a nun, while stirring the red potion in the cauldron.

Seeing the tentacles of Hoffa Samorat, Miranda was taken aback.

"Hey, Hoffa, aren't we going to make a shrink potion today?"

Hoffa whispered: "Well, that's boring. I recently researched a new formula, which is very interesting. Let me do it."

"Well, all right."

Miranda pushed up her glasses and switched places with Hoffa.

Take the cauldron.

Hoffa instructed Miranda to cut various ingredients in the Potions classroom before starting.

Then, he threw the cut raw materials into the cauldron with all his brains, regardless of whether the dosage was correct or not.

Of course, it would be impossible for him to brew potions with such an unscrupulous attitude. As the materials were plopped into the pot, the color in the cauldron became more and more weird.

As Miranda cut, she looked worriedly at the boiling cauldron, which had begun to hiss ominously.

She whispered, "Hoffa, I've never seen any medicine made like this. Are you cooking?"

"Well, don't talk, help me cut the root of the daisy."

"All right."

After throwing it for a while, the color of Hoffa's cauldron became the same as that of a neurotic. The medicine inside was boiling violently, and it smelled like a burnt shoehorn.

The students next to me couldn't help but frowned.

Seeing that the potion is becoming more and more abnormal.

Puzzled, Miranda drew out her wand, trying to stop it.

However, it was too late, as there was a bang in the crucible.

Hoffa pulled Miranda and jumped back like lightning, dodging the indiscriminate spray of liquid medicine. At this moment, everyone in the Potions classroom held their noses and turned their heads.

Slughorn, who was immersed in admiring Aglaia's performance, suddenly raised his head. He raised his eyebrows and strode to Hoffa's table. He pinched his nose and looked up, roaring sharply:

"What is this? Horva, please explain!!"

The cauldron was spraying colorful liquid, and the liquid hissed and dripped from the table, and strange branches grew one after another on the ground.

Hoffa looked around in a panic, looking like Neville at a loss.

He is waiting.

In less than a second, it seemed as if the switch of the remote control was pressed, triggering some inevitable event.

"Hmph, secondary mana recovery potion!"

The cool and mocking voice sounded from outside the crowd, and Hoffa was overjoyed.

Ha, hooked!

"It's just a recovery potion that failed to be refined. I didn't expect Bach, you would want to do this kind of thing. You really overestimated your capabilities."

As soon as Princess Aglaia of the Potions class spoke, the class fell silent.

Aglaia folded her arms, with a straight face, showing disgust and impatience. But she couldn't hide the ecstasy and excitement in her eyes.

Hoffa yelled unwillingly: "What potion I refine is none of your business?"

"Huh~? It's up to you, can you please weigh yourself?"

Aglaia pushed aside the student who was blocking her, strode up to Hoffa's cauldron, and waved her wand.

The boiling cauldron immediately calmed down.

"Morat rat tentacles, lionfish spine meal, porcupine quills, armadillo bile, plus a farling root"

She squinted, and reported the name of the dish as well as the medicine used by Hoffa.

"Tsk tsk tsk, Horva~ Are you a wizard in the eighteenth century? You can use this old-fashioned method, and it's a mess."

This time, Hoffa was not angry, but secretly pleased. If you want to pretend, then let you pretend enough.

"Oh." Hoffa disdain to praise, "It's as if you are very good, you can do it!"

Aglaia became more and more excited, and her eyes shone with a mesmerizing light.

"I'll go? Go up, I'll let you be stronger than you with one hand!"

She pushed Miranda away with a snap, and impatiently snatched the stick from Miranda's hand.

"Look out! If it were me, I wouldn't put so much red mouse fur, because the tentacles of the Morat rat in this potion are only for neutralizing and relieving pain, not for enhancing resistance. You put so much What is the use?"

She quickly took out various potions from the cabinet with her fingers, disassembled them with extreme skill, cut them open, and threw them into the cauldron at a dizzying speed.

(after a minute)

".And you put such a little armadillo bile, why is it enough? Haven't you heard in class that armadillo bile is used as a drug to improve intelligence, and the starting dosage should be more than 250ml?"

(after a minute)

"...Porcupine quills were added to the potion without treatment, what on earth do you think? Also, this technique was eliminated by French wizards as early as 1821, and you still use it, I really don't know From which corner did you find the prescription..."

(after a minute)

"Ugh, put so much narcissus root powder, what do you want to do, do you want to poison people to death? Or do you not understand the toxicity of this thing at all, and I really don't know how your usual achievements come from."

(in a minute.)

"...Hey, you really should improve your hands-on ability, student Horva, otherwise I really don't know if you can graduate from the first grade."

She was immersed in the joy of being a good teacher, her eyes gleamed with intoxication, and she didn't care about Hoffa's eyes at all.

At this moment, Hoffa didn't care about Aglaia's sarcasm at all. He was running meditation with all his strength, and his spirit was silent in the potion like a spider web, carefully feeling the changes of the potion.

The mana recovery potion was more complicated than any potion he had refined before, and he had to concentrate on it. Don't miss any details. .

Finally, after an unknown period of time, under the dull eyes of the whole class, all the materials turned into tubes of small reagents in her hands.

Aglaia pinched three small glass tubes in the air, scanned the surroundings with her eyes, puffed out her chest, and said triumphantly:

"Of course, the recovery potion is one of the most widely used and professional wizard potions. If you want to refine it, you need the last step of mixing."

She draws out her tone.

"I dare say that few people in the world know this ratio."

She raised her hand, and Hoffa was fully absorbed.

"The ratio must be."

"Ahem!!"

Suddenly, a deliberate cough came from the crowd, which interrupted Aglaia's eloquence and the stunned expression of the whole class.

Turning his head, Slughorn came over.

Hoffa's face sank.

Slughorn, why did the old guy pop up out of nowhere.

I saw Slughorn looking at Aglaia with a shocked but emotional expression.

"That's enough, boy, don't go on."

Aglaia frowned and looked at the potion in her hand. The performance was interrupted, and she was very, very upset!

"What are you doing?" She asked unhappily, without any regard for his identity as a teacher.

Slughorn didn't answer her, he looked at Hoffa seriously: "Bach, I'm glad you are full of spirit of experimentation, but this is a drug controlled by the Ministry of Magic, and it is a kind of stimulant. It is best not to try it in the future. Yes. If you want to buy it, you can go to St. Mungo's and apply for registration."

The students around snickered, as if taking recovery potions was not a glorious thing.

Slughorn looked at Aglaia again, and said dotingly: "The exquisite operation is simply art. It's a pity that this kind of potion is protected by the patent law, and I can't let you operate it in class, otherwise it will be impossible. Once word spreads that the school will be responsible, the impact will not be good. If you are interested, I can take you to the Department of Drug Control of the Ministry of Magic next time."

He comforted him endlessly, and at least Aglaia stopped pouting and being angry. She frowned and put the potion into her pocket, snorted coldly, and walked away with her arms folded.

Hoffa gritted his teeth secretly.

The Potions class really didn't suit me, only the last step was missing, but Slughorn was killed halfway. Now I know the complete formula, but I don't know the final ratio, which is a headache.

 ….

 ….

After the Potions class was over, Aglaia walked out sullenly. Although Slughorn affirmed her talent for potions, she hadn't finished refining that potion after all.

Moreover, Slughorn praised her every time, which had made her lose the freshness, and even started to make her feel a little bored.

She wants to convince more people, more different people, especially that arrogant guy.

Just refining it into a half-drug, it's not enough to make that guy bow his head.

Sure enough, Hoffa floated past her without looking sideways. Aglaia was chatting and laughing with her henchmen, but from the corner of her eyes, she locked on that guy.

Damn it! He still ignored himself! Does he think that he can't really refine the magic recovery potion?

Obviously I can do it myself, only a little short.

A little bit! !

The more Aglaia thought about it, the more unhappy she became.

Finally, she pushed away the people around her and followed Hoffa.

To live is to prove four words.

I am stronger than you.

Damn Slughorn! !

Just a little bit.

Hoffa hurried away, taking out a quill and parchment to make hasty notes.

Although his spirit is higher than ordinary people, his memory is not bad. But with such a long list of medicinal formulas and instructions, it is difficult to memorize them all.

He had to remember as he walked on the road in case he forgot any details.

Walking to an empty self-study classroom, Hoffa hurried in with the quill and parchment in his mouth. Just found a place to sit down and start recording.

Aglea followed Hoffa to the door, just about to go in and ask Hoffa if he was doubting his skills.

But suddenly saw Hoffa writing something quickly in the room.

Huh? What is he writing.

Aglaia stood by the door, stunned for a moment. Then she frowned immediately.

She is not stupid, but very smart. Just now, she fell into the vicious cycle of self-proving fanaticism, and didn't care about some of Hoffa's unconventional actions.

He hasn't done anything out of the ordinary for more than a month, why did he pick a 2X level potion to make today.

Why didn't he go back to the lounge with Miranda's peacemaker after class, instead he went to the classroom to write and draw.

Aglaia rubbed her pointed chin, and her brows gradually relaxed.

Snapped!

She punched her palm.

Hahaha, you bastard, you actually stole my stuff!

Aglaia couldn't help being complacent at first, but then her face darkened.

How dare he use me, this guy must have some dark secret. hum.

Aglaia glanced dangerously at Hoffa in the room.

In the classroom, Hoffa, who was recording the potion prescription, suddenly had a thorn in his back, and the feeling of being watched by an evil spirit made him feel cold from beginning to end.

He immediately looked up and looked outside the classroom.

But nothing was seen.