Chapter 132 Swelling Potion (Modified)

"Oh, that's what you said to him?" Ron asked in disbelief.

"What do you mean? You were there...you heard me." Harry's tone became urgent.

"I heard you talking in Parseltongue," said Ron. "It's the language of snakes. You can say anything. No wonder Justin was so terrified, it sounded like you were egging the snake on." Yes. That's creepy, you know?"

Harry felt so speechless, he didn't even realize that he spoke Parseltongue, and no one else could understand what he said!

"It turns out that Harry really didn't mean to hurt Justin. The snake was enraged by Professor Lockhart's spell, so it wanted to attack Justin, and after Harry spoke, the snake It's true that he didn't attack Justin anymore." Allen clearly pointed out the facts, and Harry looked at him gratefully.

To be trusted and understood is the happiest thing in this world when you are misunderstood!

On the second day, at an unknown time, snowflakes drifted past the windows of the castle, and scattered freely between the sky and the earth.

Allen stretched out his hand from the window of the tower, and the snow fell on his warm palm, melting instantly, and then slowly evaporated.

"Do you want to keep that snow?" Penello's voice suddenly appeared in Alan's ear.

"Yes." A sentence that Allen said casually was turned into reality by Penello in an instant.

"Quick Freeze!" Waving his wand, Penello leaned out of the window for most of his body, stretched out his left hand, and turned the snowflakes flying above her palm into snowflake-shaped ice flakes, which fell into her hands.

Sure enough, it didn't melt! Allen actually felt that the girl at the moment was a bit handsome.

But Alan, who was a bit old-fashioned, had a subconscious second reaction to poke his head out to see if anyone was passing by below, so as to avoid being hit on the head by the ice falling from the sky.

Seeing Penello's suddenly constipated expression, Allen was quite embarrassed.

In desperation, Allen pulled out his wand, cast a freezing spell and a deformation spell, countless snowflakes turned into ice flakes, condensed together, and twisted and deformed into an open, transparent glass bottle.

Allen signaled Penello to put snowflakes into the glass bottle turned from snowflakes, and then froze the bottle mouth. Handed it to Penello again.

Crystal snowflakes bloom quietly in the glass bottle, just like Penello at the moment. A few crystal clear snowflakes fell on her soft long golden hair, her snow-skinned red lips were astonishingly beautiful.

The next day, the snow that had been falling overnight turned into a violent blizzard. The little wizards of Ravenclaw are very envious of Gryffindor. Due to the weather, Gryffindor's last Herbology class of the term had been cancelled.

Professor Sprout needs to put socks and scarves on the Mandrake. This is a job that needs to be treated carefully, and she is not at ease entrusting it to others. Now, it is very important to let the mandrake grow quickly and save the lives of those who have been petrified.

And Ravenclaw's last class—it was Potions... It was stormy outside, and the basement was dark and cold.

To make Ravenclaw's young wizards even colder, Professor Snape threatened that anyone who couldn't make a real swelling potion should either stay here and make a potion, or try a real swelling potion.

As for the antidote to the swelling potion - detumescence, don't even think about it, it was already used up by Gryffindor and Slytherin students in the last class.

As usual, twenty cauldrons stood between wooden tables in the basement with copper scales and jars of ingredients.

Professor Snape walked back and forth in the smog, roughly criticizing the work of the young wizards.

The swelling potion is really simple for several Ravenclaws who are good at potions, let alone Alan. He easily finished grinding dried nettles, puffer fish eyes and other medicinal materials,

Then put these medicinal powders into the crucible, heat it at medium temperature for 20 seconds, then wave the wand, and wait for the potion to mature before proceeding to the next step.

Edward's swelling potion was boiled too thin, and he was not always sure about the amount of potion. Professor Snape stopped next to him, laughing at his watery soup.

Edward didn't dare to contradict in the slightest, and buried himself in the fight with his potion. Because he knew that if he dared to speak back, or showed resentment on his face, he would be immediately deducted points or even put into confinement. He could not even say "wronged", otherwise he would be punished more severely. In fact, Edward with golden brown eyes I don't know why I have attracted Snape's resentment.

However, the potion that Edward finally adjusted had a problem when Edward cast the spell.

Perhaps it was because of his impatience when fighting against these herbs, and the fact that Professor Snape had been sneering at him all the time, which made Edward feel resentful. He swung his wand too far, and the cauldron in front of him actually exploded—exploded The scope is obviously worse than the disaster caused by Gryffindor Neville.

His decoction exploded and poured it on the whole class. Even Professor Snape behind him was not spared.

Even Allen could only block his face and head in time, and the back of his hand was hit.

Everyone screamed and screamed under the attack of the splashing swelling potion. Some were doused all over their faces, and their noses swelled up like balloons; some covered their eyes with their hands, stumbling around, and their eyes were swollen as big as lunch plates; Whining incessantly.

Professor Snape was too close to Edward, and caught off guard, his hooked Roman nose swelled into a peach!

And Edward was the worst, his face was swollen and deformed, like a dead body soaked in water for countless days, even his eyes were squeezed by edema and couldn't open.

Nosy Professor Snape was trying desperately to silence everyone. "Quiet, quiet! Don't you want to recover?"

Allen looked at Snape's appearance and didn't care about the pain in the back of his hand. He couldn't help thinking, "Maybe Voldemort will need this potion..."

Since Professor Snape had explained before the class that there was no detumescent potion, everyone had to endure the pain and inconvenience, suspend the unfinished potion in the crucible, and learn how to make the detumescent potion first.

Allen did not remove his crucible, he reluctantly added a portion of bat viscera to the crucible quickly, then stirred counterclockwise four times, then heated at low temperature for 30 seconds, waved his wand, completed the swelling potion, and poured the potion into into the medicine bottle.

Looking at the frantic movements of the students around him, Allen quickly cleaned the crucible and processed the medicinal materials for making the anti-swelling potion. Such a large pot is enough to treat everyone in the class.

Shortly after the potion made by Professor Snape was completed, Alan also completed his swelling potion.

Regardless of the medicine in front of them, the little wizards flocked to Allen's table in a mess, trying to eliminate their own swelling.

After everyone drank the antidote and all kinds of swelling subsided, Professor Snape walked up to Edward while touching his nose unnaturally, "Ravenclaw deducted twenty points because you No mistake, almost the whole class has suffered!"

Glancing at Allen, he continued, "Harris moved quickly and successfully made the swelling potion and detumescence agent, Ravenclaw added ten points!"

"Except for Harris, you can dismiss the get out of class, you guys, leave the classroom after making the swelling potion successfully!" The little wizards re-cleaned the crucible dejectedly, and boiled the potion again.