NOVEL SIMPLE Chapter 162
Chapter 162 Visible Potion (Subscription)
“The Manifestation Potion can restore the original appearance of wizards who have cast Transfiguration or have taken the compound decoction. 99
Artel processed the materials and threw them into the crucible in order.
Glancing at Ron, who was still making fire-clearing agents in earnest, the corners of his mouth twitched unconsciously.
“Artel, are you really helping Banban make a potion?”
Hermione on the side also finished refining the fire-clearing agent. She poured the potion out of the cauldron, wiped the sweat on her forehead, and was about to call Snape when she found that Artel on the side was busy.
“Well, I’ve promised Ron after all.”
Artel nodded and waved the wand in his hand, guiding the materials in the cauldron to fuse with each other.
Hermione sat aside and looked at it, and found that there were some materials in the cauldron she did not recognize, so she asked:
“You’re not refining primary potions, aren’t you? Where did you get these materials?”
“Some of them were found in the mountains on a Christmas trip to Switzerland, and some were bought in Diagon Alley.”
Artel replied, looked at the heat, and after casting a spell, covered the cauldron with a lid.
“I hope the potion you made will be useful to Banban, that mouse is indeed pitiful.
Although Hermione didn’t like mice, Banban was a pet after all, and it was a very old mouse who was blown away by Malfoy’s magic, which was pitiful.
“Definitely useful, I promise it’ll be alive and kicking in a while.”
Artel chuckled lightly, now that all the ingredients in the crucible have been put out, just wait for the five minutes to come, then open the lid to cast a spell, then add the source of life, and keep stirring for another ten minutes.
“I believe you…”
Hermione replied with a smile, seeing Snape leave the other little wizard and raising her hand hastily.
“Miss Granger…you’ve done it very quickly too.
Professor Snape came over, picked up the potion bottle on Hermione’s desk, shook it a few times, and then smelled the potion in the bottle.
“Good, good quality, but one of the ingredients was put in ten seconds too early and the mixing speed wasn’t even enough…but overall not bad.”
Snape put down the potion bottle and commented a few words, without saying that he would give Hermione extra points.
And Hermione had long been used to it and accepted Snape’s guidance humbly.
“Thank you professor, I will pay attention next time.
“Um…”
Hermione’s attitude made Snape very satisfied. He was about to leave when he suddenly smelled a special smell.
“This is…”
Snape noticed Artel next to him, his eyes fell on the crucible in front of Artel, his eyes showed curiosity, and he asked:
“Artel, what are you refining?”
“A potion that restores the spirit of living beings, the formula I read in an old book.
Altaïr’s words made Snape frown.
The smell from the cauldron could vaguely tell what ingredients Artel had used, which together shouldn’t have this effect.
“Maybe it was written in that old book…”
Snape thought so, but didn’t say anything, just said to Artel:
“Don’t try it easily after refining it… Find other animals to try it first.”
“I know, Professor Snape… Ron brought his rat and offered to help me test the medicine.
“Oh?”
Snape was a little surprised, and glanced strangely at Ron, who was busy preparing the fire-clearing potion outside a few tables.
“That’s good.”
Snape said, his hands behind his back, and went to the other little wizards.
And Hermione was stunned by the conversation the two had just had.
It wasn’t until Snape left that Hermione reacted, looking at Artel and asking with some uncertainty:
“What did Professor Snape just say?”
“It’s literally what it means. 99
Artel replied, leaning on his chin, staring at the steaming cauldron on the table.
“I feel… Professor Snape thinks that this potion does not have the effect you said… Maybe it is poisonous… He was obviously worried just now, afraid that you will test the medicine yourself.
“Don’t worry, no, it’s you who think too much.”
Artel saw that it was almost time and lifted the lid.
The material in the crucible had melted into a ball, dark and viscous.
Artel poured half a pot of water into it, then picked up a long spoon and stirred it clockwise at a constant speed.
“But… Ron asked you to save Banban… not to test the medicine…”
Hermione was still a little worried, not because of Ron and Banban, but because she was afraid that if something went wrong, it would not affect Artel well.
“It’s all the same. I haven’t practiced this potion before. This is the first time… So it’s not a problem to say that it’s a test potion.”
Artel said, his voice changed:
“But even for the first time, with my talent, I can definitely refine it to perfection.”
“Yes, yes… you are the best.
Seeing Artel’s unassuming expression, Hermione reluctantly complied, gave him a nice white eye, and then got up to help Sister Petil.
Hermione had just left, and Pansy on the opposite side found an opportunity, ran over quickly, and sat on Hermione’s seat.
“Artel…what are you refining? I have a material that I can’t handle…can you help me?”
Pansy said softly, and before Artel spoke, Hermione, who had just left, ran back.
“Artel is helping Ron’s Banban make a potion, and can’t be distracted right now, I’m here to help you!
It turned out that Hermione found out that Pansy had taken her place as soon as she left, and she didn’t care to help the Pettier sisters, so she said sorry to them and ran back.
“I don’t trust you, I only trust Artel… The big deal is I’ll just wait for him for a while.
Pansy snorted and Tsundere turned his head.
Hermione stared at her angrily, and was afraid that the quarrel would disturb Artel, so she couldn’t drive her away, so she sat next to her, the two stared at each other, and neither of them spoke.
In an eerie atmosphere, Artel mechanically stirred the cauldron until all the paste was perfectly blended.
Then Artel put down the spoon, waved his wand, and chanted a spell.
A black light burst out from the crucible, and Pan Xi’s wow attracted the attention of many little wizards.
Under the action of magic, the viscous potion in the dry pot gradually unraveled and turned into a blue-black transparent liquid.
“Get it done!
Artel poured the liquid in the crucible into the bottle and shook it a few times. The liquid in the bottle was very clear, and there was no sign of cloudiness.
“Perfect quality!”
Artest laughed, he stood up, walked in front of Ron, shook the potion in his hand, and said:
“It’s done, give me Banban…”