Chapter 383 On-Site Teaching

"I thought it would be difficult, Albus."

Professor Snape looked at the thing in his hand, his expression becoming more and more disgusted, "The result is just a little mixture that can be solved by the simplest Scapin Revealing Curse?"

‘What is this curse? ’

Andrew was a little confused - he had never heard of this curse, but its effect was really useful. How could anyone analyze the dark water in such a short time without using instruments?

It was not only Andrew who was confused, but also Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore who were also present.

"There is no magical protection from the entire solution, Tyler?"

Professor McGonagall asked directly.

"No, Professor."

It was just an experiment to catalyze the hydrolysis of cellulose. Although some magic assistance was used in the process, the final reaction was a normal reaction - just prepare yourself for protection. What kind of magic protection is there when you administer medicine?

Andrew's reaction was met with a serious expression from Professor McGonagall, "You mean, the deformation technique you performed on that glass basin made it so strong without any confidentiality or interference effects, just to make it a little firmer? "

"Theoretically, yes, it is only used as a container, which looks more intuitive, and I have only completed some steps once, so I am not sure whether it will be dangerous, so it is made stronger."

"Repeat it again, Andrew," the smile on Dumbledore's face seemed to be fixed by someone's spell, "demonstrate it again."

"I still need some wood, Professor. I have to go back to the laboratory."

There is nothing wrong with Andrew.

"Can any wood be used?"

"Yes, any wood will do, and in theory it will work, but I always use wood for my experiments. If I change the material, I need to adjust it."

"Jim," Dumbledore began, calling to the house elf in Professor McGonagall's office, "bring some wood from the kitchen."

Professor Snape stood aside and looked at the serious-looking Professor McGonagall and the happy-looking Dumbledore. In the end, he said nothing and waited silently.

Soon, the elf brought a lot of wood. Andrew picked through it, found a few suitable ones, and then started doing the same thing - he didn't even separate out a new enzyme, just used the one from last time, relying on his own feeling Completed the pre-experiment again.

"Where's the scale, where's the dose? Where's the protection of the access process?"

After Andrew completed the entire experiment using the process I was thinking about, Professor Snape finally couldn't help it anymore, "You have completely lost the foundation of Potions class, Taylor!"

‘I would like to, Professor, but I don’t have a standard process either - under the effect of the disappearing curse, who can balance the reaction equation without about half a year of exploration! ’

But Professor Snape's reaction was surprisingly quick. He realized something was wrong when he glared at Andrew, "Wait a minute, Albus, the basin of water I just tested..."

His eyes shifted to the basin of water that was still reacting - his voice was no longer as low and slow as before, "You are kidding, Albus, how is it possible, how is it possible?"

"As if you had tested it yourself, Severus, here are the facts."

Dumbledore stared intently at the basin of dirty-looking water, "You should know what it means, right?"

"Food, almost endless food."

He answered without hesitation that as the Master of Potions, he was the one in Hogwarts who knew the specific ingredients of food best.

He is also the person in the entire Hogwarts who best understands what it feels like to be hungry - even though he is of mixed-race origin, he lived a life full of hunger when he was a child, and both clothing and food were extremely scarce.

"But not yet," Dumbledore said seriously, "Andrew, how are you doing with your spell learning?"

"I started to dabble in the fifth grade part, and also mastered the clear water like spring, a non-living creature summoning spell related to the transformation technique."

Andrew responded quickly. Although he didn't know what Dumbledore was doing, he was quite cooperative.

"Very well, I'll ask Pomona to come over."

Dumbledore nodded, "It'll be ready soon, don't be anxious."

Professor Sprout?

What is this for?

But he soon had no time to think about it - because both Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape were interested in the enzyme in his hand. Each of them divided a fifth of it, and then began to use the deformation technique. Feel it.

The professor even started to ask about the extracted parts bit by bit while feeling it - just when Andrew was trying to explain the professional terms inside, Dumbledore had already rushed over with Professor Sprout.

Also arriving at the same time was Professor McGonagall's elf Jim, who brought a large basin of thin batter.

"I'll tell you things slowly, Pomona," Dumbledore was obviously anxious, "but before I explain, you have to teach Andrew how to use food magic."

Professor Sprout was still out of breath at this moment, but when he heard Dumbledore's words, the good old professor's eyes widened, "Albus, it's not April Fool's Day. You said there is something extremely important that needs my help." of!"

"This is the most important thing at the moment, Pomona," Dumbledore said with a very serious expression. "It doesn't require all magic. It only requires making batter and other things into bread. Even pancakes can be eaten. That’s good, if the toxicity of the material can be eliminated, that would be even better.”

ah?

Andrew probably understood it, but did he study on the spot?

"Okay, Albus, but I really need an explanation." Professor Sprout shook his head and looked at Andrew, "But the first thing a novice makes will probably not be as good as Hagrid's rock." How good is the pie?”

"It doesn't matter, just take shape. I will explain it when Andrew practices casting spells."

Dumbledore nodded.

Then, no one spoke except Professor Sprout. Even Professor Snape stood there quietly, watching Professor Sprout teach.

And Andrew, who was being watched by two principals and three professors at the same time, was now beginning to experience the most stressful magic study he had ever experienced in the magical world.

Fortunately, what he needs to learn is not a series of food magic, and Professor Sprout has no idea of ​​teaching him from scratch.

With his strong enough magic foundation, he began to understand the magic of pancake making little by little - but he was definitely not willing to do this kind of many-to-one tutoring again.

In less than half an hour, he felt that he had probably mastered this spell.

"Wait a moment, don't do the experiment yet. When I come back, I have to call Filius and ask him to bring something over."

Dumbledore looked at the unhappy Professor Sprout and said happily, "Don't worry, Pomona, you'll be fine soon!"