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After venting his hatred towards Potter, Snape was finally in the mood to start class.

In fact, Lin Mo had also thought about whether to reveal the heartbreaking story of the Potions Professor to Harry, which might make Harry feel better (at least he would know why he was treated roughly).

However, considering Snape's attitude, Lin Mo gave up the idea.

Not to mention how he knew those old events, if Snape found out that it was Lin Mo who told Harry those things, Lin Mo estimated that the greasy-haired potions professor would throw him into Slytherin.

Feed snakes in the sewers, or give him a cursed potion that will make him unable to gossip again.

If I remember correctly, Snape promised Dumbledore to take care of Harry on the condition that he would never tell Harry the truth.

Poor professor, Lin Mo felt a little sad.

"Lin Mo! Did I write the recipe for the potion on my face?! Where is your pen and paper?!" Snape shouted angrily.

"Oh! Hug, I'm sorry, Professor, I... I just got distracted while listening to you describe the beauty of potions!" Lin Mo stood up in a hurry.

"Sit down! If you get distracted while making the potion you'll burn your feet off!"

Lin Mo was relieved that no points were deducted.

After all, he is also a Slytherin (although not recognized by everyone), but it is well known that their headmaster favors his own house.

Snape explained the potion they were going to prepare in this class, the detailed process, and the properties and functions of each material. He displayed everything on the blackboard, gave each person five mint leaves, and asked them to try it.

He dragged his large black cloak around the classroom and put pressure on all the students:

"Students who can't even prepare a simple relaxation potion, I would suggest you go to St. Mungo's to have your brain checked!"

Lin Mo's potion table is quite advanced. The shiny table is lit with a magic flame that can adjust the temperature. It has a water inlet and a waste port as well as a tool box, including a small magic hourglass that can adjust the timing.

He placed the crucible and began to prepare the potion.

According to the process, add lemon juice, stir clockwise five times, then add five grams of licorice powder...

I have to say that Snape is still very talented and knowledgeable. The steps of the dispensing process he listed on the blackboard are clear and detailed. Lin Mo just followed the process step by step, adding the weighed powder and solution, and stirring as required.

, adjust the temperature, and the performance of the medicine after each step is almost consistent with the description on the blackboard.

The color, degree of boiling, shape and flash of steam are exactly the same.

This course is not difficult. Lin Mo feels that as long as he is careful and makes no mistakes, he will definitely get an effective potion.

But he forgot that most untrained people are careless.

For example, Neville burned Seamus' cauldron without any accident, and not only was burned to the point of sobbing, but also got a scolding from Snape (but the Potions Professor still waved his wand and cured his burns without sending him away)

Go to the ward). Another example is Ron. He added the wrong thing in the middle step, and the potion in the crucible turned turbid black. Snape wiped it all away with his wand, and ordered him to start the preparation again.

In the last few steps, most people had more or less deviations, and only a few students' potions were still consistent with the description.

"How did you do that?!" Ron looked at Lin Mo's potion with envy.

Together, he and Harry had stewed five pots of black water. What was even more annoying was that even though there were several Slytherin students nearby whose potions were as black as theirs, Snape only took their two potions to make them drink again.

Do.

"Be careful, be serious, and just follow the process." Lin Mo said, stirring the potion a few more times.

The potion exudes a burst of lemon fragrance and shows a beautiful pink color.

Seeing Ron's confused look, Lin Mo explained again: "It's a matter of habit. You know, I was brought up by mercenaries, and I often went on missions on El Star. If I can't be careful at all times,

if……"

"What will happen?" Ron asked quietly.

"He will die." Ivel said abruptly on the other side: "It's obvious."

Lin Mo rolled his eyes in agreement. Jane was really very involved in death-related topics.

Her potion looked almost the same as Lin Mo's, with a pinkish-reddish tint, and they both completed the last step.

"Add four fresh mint leaves. Once the potion is clear and colorless, turn off the heat and seal it." Lin Mo confirmed the requirements on the blackboard, selected four of the five mint leaves handed out by Snape, and threw them in.

into the bubbling potion.

After the hissing sound, the color of the medicine in the crucible began to fade, eventually showing a light pink color.

Strange, shouldn't it be clear and colorless?

Lin Mo waited for a while, but there was no change in the potion in the crucible. It was quite clear, but still slightly red.

This is strange.

He was sure that what he did was fine, because Hermione's potion looked the same as his, clear but slightly red. Snape frowned and said nothing when he passed Hermione before, which meant that he couldn't pick out the big one.

Here comes the problem (otherwise he will definitely taunt Hermione like he taunted other Gryffindors).

Miss Granger also looked a little confused, but she waited for a while to make sure that the potion would not become weaker, and finally turned off the flame and began to seal her potion.

On the other side, after Ivel threw in the mint leaves, the potion also turned red.

It was not Lin Mo's fault alone, but there must be something wrong. Lin Mo checked the process again without giving up, and glanced at the mint leaf left on the table.

An electric light lit up in his mind.

Most of the steps given by Snape are quantitative and accurate, such as stirring three times clockwise, adding five grams of licorice root powder, two drops of honeysuckle powder solution, etc. Their powders are all bought from medicinal stores in large markets.

The possibility of deviation from the standard medicinal powder is very small, and there are a few descriptions that are not so accurate...

Lin Mo's eyes fell on the last step: adding four fresh mint leaves.

This is it!

Both "fresh" and "four slices" are very rough descriptions. The mint slices themselves are different in size. Although the leaves Snape gave them are similar, they are not exactly the same, and the degree of freshness is vague.

Words, maybe these leaves are not as fresh as required, resulting in some lack of effectiveness.

What's more, even though the blackboard said to add four, Snape gave each of them five mint leaves!

That should be it.

Lin Mo felt excited.

But out of caution, he didn't dare throw the last mint leaf directly into the pot.

He first used a silver knife to cut the blade into a rectangular shape, and then cut it into narrow strips of the same length as if it were chopping wire. Then, he carefully took one strip and threw it into the crucible.

Hiss...

The color of the solution looks slightly lighter.

Lin Mo was refreshed.

Seeing that Ivel was about to encapsulate the potion, he quickly said to her: "Add more leaves into it to make it clearer, but don't add too much, just do it little by little."

Ivel looked at Lin Mo's crucible: "I'll give it a try."

Lin Mo continued to add narrow strips of leaves to the crucible. Each time he added it, he had to wait until the hissing sound disappeared and the potion stopped changing before he dared to continue adding it. He didn't know what the consequences of overdose would be, so he was extra careful.

This process is even more laborious than the entire previous process.

The solution became clearer and clearer, and Lin Mo did not dare to add more. Until finally, he activated his sensory state to judge the color difference of the potion, threw in a little mint leaf crumbs, and finally closed his

flame.

Maybe it's not perfect yet but this is the limit of what he can do.

There is still a hint of red in the potion, but it is almost invisible unless it is placed on a white background.

In comparison, Evel's is a little redder.

Lin Mo put the potion into the flask and handed it to Snape for evaluation.

"Professor Snape, my potion."

Snape's eyebrows twitched slightly, and he stared at the potion silently, then picked it up and shook it gently a few times. Lin Mo stood aside tremblingly, waiting for Snape to comment.

At this time Ron and Harry finally finished their potions and handed them over in a hurry.

Ron's was still black but Harry's was very red.

Lin Mo saw Snape glance at Harry's flask and thought something was wrong.

Sure enough, the greasy-haired professor showed a contemptuous smile and mocked:

"Potter, this is the potion you finished? Didn't you see that Lin Mo's potion is more transparent and pure? Why didn't you ask him for advice?! Isn't he sitting next to you? Do you think your red relaxation potion is enough?

Okay? Or do you think your reputation is big enough to help you achieve everything without anyone’s guidance?”

"Ignorance is not terrible. What is terrible is the arrogance of not willing to ask for advice humbly. That is really hopeless stupidity."

"Gryffindor lost two points because of you!"

"I" Harry wanted to argue but Ron firmly pulled him away.

Pansy chuckled, and Dracula beside her also looked gloating, even though their potion didn't look much better than Harry's.

"And Lin Mo," Snape said softly, looking at him with dark eyes: "How many mint leaves did you add to the crucible?"

"About...four pieces and two-thirds more?" Lin Mo answered carefully, not daring to look at him.

Standing in front of Snape at close range, he truly felt the professor's intimidation and the sense of oppression he brought. Lin Mo didn't even dare to take a breath. He suspected that Snape didn't need to breathe at all because he

His chest didn't rise and fall at all, even when he spoke, he stood there like an inanimate sculpture, frozen in the snowy winter night.

It's really hard to imagine how Harry would learn Occlumency from him in the future.

"Do you know what happens if you add too many mint leaves?" Snape's voice was as light as a snake's hiss.

"I don't know...but I think...I'm not overdosing, Professor?"

Snape's eyes narrowed and he looked at Lin Mo's potion table, which still had some chopped mint leaves on it.

"It seems that you have already considered this, and you are not too stupid...you know, if you add a little more crumbs, your potion will become very viscous, and not only will the potion lose its effect, but it will also

It will also cause the skin to blister like a burn. There is a reason why I added only four mint leaves. Even though the potion is not perfect and the effect is slightly less, there will be no obvious side effects."

"But I think there is a reason why you gave each of us five leaves." Lin Mo replied impulsively.

To be honest, he originally thought he could get some extra points with this outstanding potion.

But as soon as he finished speaking, he realized that he was too reckless.

"Really?" Snape sneered: "Because you did not prepare the medicine as required, I will punish you..."

"Detention after school!"