I, Constantine, Chief Exorcist of Hogwarts

In order not to make his behavior appear too scary.

John didn't go to Snape for an "entrance test" right away.

The next day, after finishing the boring History of Magic course with Cuthbert Binns early, John rushed to Snape's apothecary room without stopping.

After receiving confirmation from the other party's eyes, John was not polite and took three copies of all the potion materials he needed to prepare on the spot.

Afterwards, he swaggered directly back to his dormitory and entered the [Demon Sealing Treasure Box].

If there is any place in Hogwarts that is highly secretive to John.

[Demon-Sealing Treasure Box] is said to be number one, but even [Room of Requirements] ranks second.

"The bitter chrysanthemum root is dried and crushed into ash, five grams of Brazilian green propolis, fourteen uniform petals of Centifolia, and redanian herbs with roots..."

John murmured to himself over and over again while quickly arranging all the herbs into categories in his hand.

He also took out the herbal utensils he bought from Diagon Alley before school started.

With the blessing of the [Dog Charm], John, who was a tireless and emotionless herb processing machine, completed all the preparations in just a short time.

As the "Bitter Chrysanthemum Root Powder" as the herbal base was poured into it in batches, and then as the temperature continued to rise, other materials were added one after another according to the standard steps in the mind.

A strange and complex smell began to permeate the space of the [Demon Sealing Treasure Box].

I don’t know how long it took.

When a pot of viscous liquid mixed with light purple and red appeared in front of John as John quickly extinguished the fire in the crucible, it gradually cooled down.

John couldn't help but simulate it again according to the steps in his mind.

"It shouldn't be a problem, right?"

"The mind-disturbing potion is used to treat memory disorders caused by curses. The qualified finished product is purple-red, has a faint pungent cactus smell, and is bitter in the mouth... bitter in the mouth?"

John looked at the "purely hand-brewed" heart-disturbing potion in front of him that he had made himself.

He looked back at the "livestock" in his prisons, which would surely expand even more in the future, if he could not overcome even the small difficulties in front of him.

Then how can I do it in the future, learn from "evil" and learn skills to control "evil"?

"Damn it! I have the [Dog Charm], even the poison can't kill me, and I'm so scared! What a man, I'm so stuffy!"

"Done!"

"boom!"

In the blink of an eye, John completed the instant mental construction, and John did not dare to give himself a chance to hesitate and struggle.

Suddenly, he blew the "disturbing potion" he had just put into the bottle in front of him into his mouth.

"Tons, tons, tons..."

There was a violent swallowing sound, and as John's brows knitted deeper and deeper, in just three or four seconds, a full 500ml bottle of "disturbing potion" entered his stomach.

"yue~"

There was a strong nausea and retching, accompanied by a strong feeling of bitterness being released from the tongue and throat, and even all the mucous membranes inside the mouth, making John reluctant to roll his eyes and spit it out on the spot.

He resisted the urge to retching.

He quickly picked up the quill on the side and wrote it down in the blank notebook.

"Poison for disturbing the mind, take 500ml"

"Within a minute, the intense bitterness and tingling sensation in the head began to gradually intensify (temporarily presumed to be a side effect of taking it in a state of amnesia and confusion)."

"Three minutes later, I started to feel slight cramping in my abdomen, my heartbeat accelerated, and my thoughts became more and more jumping."

"Five minutes, symptoms of temporary physical weakness appeared (it is speculated that the drug is activated and requires the consumption of the wizard's energy)"

"In ten minutes, all symptoms begin to gradually dissipate and brain activity increases."

"In thirty minutes, all abnormal conditions such as abdominal pain disappeared, and the medicine took effect quickly."

The quill in John's hand paused for a moment, and then, as if he suddenly thought of something, he suddenly picked up another blank notebook and started writing furiously.

"Test on the Improved Version of the Taste and Efficacy of the Distracting Medicine"

...

"Mr. Constantine, do you know what you are doing now? Or have you forgotten the strict rules of the potion itself because you are unable to mix it to produce a qualified potion?"

"I don't remember mentioning cherry peel and sage in my notes, let alone the salivary bacteria of the Garros lizard!"

"What on earth are you doing?!"

On this day, when I saw John walking in excitedly, it was as if he had not seen him, the owner of the pharmacy room, at all.

John began to rummage through the cabinets, and in front of the cabinets with marked materials, John began to loot like a robber.

Even Snape, who had a certain tolerance for him, finally exploded completely at this moment.

Having just experienced another ineffective exploitation of [Tut's Cursed Mirror], John's mind was filled with ideas for improving several potions.

Suddenly hearing Snape's furious growl, John couldn't help but turn around.

"Teacher, are you calling me?"

Snape: "..."

He has never taught any disciples in the real sense, but he has taught many young wizards about potions. He thought that he would be able to deal with some stupid actions of young wizards calmly.

Looking at John who had not yet realized his mistake, Snape was rarely truly angry.

"John Constantine, before I officially recognize you as my disciple, please call me Professor Snape, or Dean Snape!"

"Today is already the fifth day that I asked you to make the potion. You come to me every day to get the materials, but... Constantine, not everyone has the talent for potions."

John came back to his senses and instantly understood the reason for Snape's anger.

Suddenly a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Mr. Snape, I'm sorry, if you are talking about simply preparing the five potions in your notes, I think I have succeeded."

As he spoke, he fumbled around a few times and took out five small bottles of different sizes.

"This is the potion you asked me to prepare. Please check it, teacher."

Shock flashed across Snape's face, and he took a deep look at John. Then he picked up the bottles in his hand one by one and began to check them one by one.

In just a moment, as a master of potions, he had already obtained all the answers that were qualified and the configuration process was very standard.

"Then what do you do with these materials?"

John laughed dryly: "The potion tastes a bit bad..."

Snape: "???"

Bad taste?

What does this mean?

His expression turned strange in an instant.

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