Chapter 343 Spread

The Potions classroom is in the basement, and the Herb Room is outside the castle. However, students need to register in the Potions classroom first. After they have a test bench, they can go to the herb room to apply for raw materials. Most of the ingredients are free or available within a certain range depending on the grade level the students belong to. But for tutoring students such as Zhao Mai and Tolkien, there is no such preferential treatment at all.

It's March now, and the placement exam will be held at the end of June, so it's actually only about four months, but their tuition fees are actually the same as ordinary students' tuition fees for the whole year! Even if A Duo eats a lot, he can "earn back" part of his tuition fees to a certain extent when eating at the buffet, but overall it is a "loss" no matter how you calculate it.

Now that all the medicinal herbs are being charged, how can we not make these tutors angry? "It's unreasonable to use education to make money!" "This is so unfair! We must know that we will also be wizards in the future!"

The administrator of the herb area is Teacher Bu Qite, a dwarf. Even though he was standing on a stool, he was half shorter than these tutors. Bu Qite kept waving his hands and said anxiously to everyone: "This is the school's rule. This is the school's rule. When we were preparing our herb room, we did not expect that there would be many more students, so we needed to purchase raw materials from outside. , so there is a charge.”

"We have already paid the tuition!" The crowd began to push and push, and soon another voice appeared: "Move your shoulders away, you German!"

"French chicken, shut your mouth. Don't you have a magic school in France? What's the point of running to England?"

"This is the territory of our Allied Powers. The Germans should get out! Get out!"

"What do you mean by talk? Come on, take out your wand and see how good your magic is? Whoever loses gets out!"

Tolkien was still peeking behind the crowd to check, and suddenly felt an extra hand on his shoulder, and then he was dragged away by Zhao Mai. The two people bypassed the crowd of onlookers, quietly exchanged a large bag of various medicinal herbs, and then prepared to sneak back.

"This is called making a fortune in silence." Zhao Mai said, "Let them fight here."

"I didn't expect that the world war outside would also affect this place. Fortunately, the wizard did not participate. Otherwise, if the spells flew on the battlefield, we don't know what kind of tragedy would happen?"

Zhao Mai shook his head: "I don't think so. There are only killing and being killed on the battlefield. So excluding magical effects and just talking about killing, do you think a wizard can block bullets and cannonballs? Or maybe a wizard's spells are better than bullets or cannonballs? Stronger?"

Tolkien thought back to his memories on the battlefield. The roaring machine guns, the overwhelming explosion of artillery shells, and the rumbling tanks on the banks of the Somme. The blazing flames of flamethrowers and the smoke of gas bombs enveloped them like a wall of fog. He found that whether he was burned to death by the flames created by the spell or by the flames of the flamethrower on the battlefield, the degree of pain was different, but the result was actually the same.

The two of them walked out, and the two tutors in the crowd were already beating them with their wands. They kept chanting spells, but most of them were not very effective, and the most effective effect was to tear a piece of the other party's clothes or just stain them with color. Suddenly, exclamations came from the crowd, and Zhao Mai heard the "fainting" spell. Then he was hit by the spell, staggered forward, and then stood still.

Looking back, the two people were still shooting spells at each other. The energy of the spell flew out of the wand and was ejected due to unstable power. The spell that hit him just now was deflected in this way, and it was regarded as one of the stray bullets. The onlookers shouted and dispersed, fearing that they would be affected. Zhao Mai frowned. The spell that hit him just now was very powerful and the energy was very solid. It was not like the two people could release it randomly.

"What are you thinking about?" Tolkien pulled Zhao Mai: "Don't look at these two fools. They are fighting here like children and they will definitely be punished."

Zhao Mai nodded and looked around again. He didn't find anyone suspicious, so he had no choice but to leave.

Not long after they left, three people in black student robes came together and talked in a low voice: "Why is he not affected? Giles, is there something wrong with your stun spell?"

"Buck, shut up! Do you want to try my stun spell for yourself?" Giles said, but he still looked at the wand in his hand. "When I hit it, it felt like the spell hit a wall. There was no feeling of feedback at all, and the energy dissipated."

"You're not dizzy, are you? That's just a cram school student. Why does it look like the wall? There must be something wrong with your spell." Buck curled his lips. "Forget it, let's find another opportunity next time. He's not the only tutor. I don't know what the idiots at the Ministry of Magic think. They actually agreed to let so many Muggles come to the school together!"

"Isn't it all Dumbledore's fault? Why repair the Searching for Wizards spell when you have nothing to do? The more Muggles there are, the more wizards' power will be infected by them, and the wizarding world will become worse and worse. We must remain pure. Blood! Only in this way can the future of the wizarding world be ensured!"

Pure-blood students look down on half-blood students, but at least acknowledge them as part of the wizarding world. Wizards who emerge purely from non-wizarding families, the so-called Muggles, are considered a mutation, the result of magical instability. Many wizards, not only pure-blood wizards, but even some mixed-blood wizards, are prejudiced against Muggles, because the instability in their bloodline will lead to a decline in wizards' abilities, and may even lead to more descendants of wizards. "Squibs" appear - people who don't know magic.

This view is not the first day it has appeared. The debate has always been there. It only broke out after the latest batch of "Muggleborns" entered the school and obtained the "privilege" of skipping a grade. Especially those students who will have younger siblings entering school, they will feel that the educational resources that originally belonged to them have been suddenly occupied by others, and naturally they will be particularly unhappy.

It's just that they didn't expect that Zhao Mai's mental barrier could block the sleeping spell.

Tolkien and Zhao Mai were the first to return to the potions classroom and then started to get busy. According to the subject requirements of the exam, they need to successfully configure emetics, fire retardants and insulating agents to pass the first round of exams. These three potions are relatively simple, do not use many raw materials, and do not require too difficult control of magic power.

"Chop Platycodon grandiflorum to the size of rice grains, add it when the liquid is boiling, and stir three times clockwise and five times counterclockwise." Tolkien followed the instructions in the book and completed it carefully. Although he is a literature teacher, he has also studied chemistry and knows how to use alchemy tools. After a while, he finished the emetic, a bottle of light orange viscous potion that made people sick to their stomachs just by smelling it.

"It's not that difficult, let's do the next one." Tolkien rubbed his hands and turned the book back with confidence.

This round, Zhao Mai was his assistant, helping him prepare materials. However, Zhao Mai did not follow his instructions and start preparing for the next one. He was still thinking about the previous potions and felt that he should be able to do better.