Hogwarts Study Panel

Chapter 35: Unorthodox Knowledge
Sheen's potion-brewing plan went even more smoothly than expected.

Because of an unexpected incident during Friday morning's Potions class—

Neville mistakenly soaked himself in the medicine, leaving his arms and legs covered in red, swollen boils—

Therefore, Professor Snape went to the school infirmary.

According to Justin's hurried retelling:

Professor Snape will be there for a while, so Sheen will have at least three hours to brew the potion.

The cellar remained cold and damp.

But Sheen's enthusiasm showed no signs of waning; he deftly retrieved the materials and books, and lit the crucible.
Justin was still in the school infirmary, helping him keep an eye on Professor Snape.
He had to do his best to achieve the highest level of proficiency.

Sheen thought,
After he got the hang of potion brewing and showed his progress in the next potions class...

Professor Snape will probably allow him to brew potions in the cellar, just like he would with older wizards, right?

After all, he's Ravenclaw, not Gryffindor.

As long as it's reasonable and doesn't violate school rules, Professor Snape shouldn't deliberately make things difficult for the young wizards.

of course,

The prerequisite is that you can't be called Potter.

"Light the crucible, process the materials..."

Sheen was already very familiar with these steps; the only point worth noting was—

Heat control and stirring.

Just last night, he flipped through the entire "Advanced Potions Guide".
Until I stood there, stunned, on that page of profound text by Naripashio Pollack:
Different potions require different preparation methods.
In fact, from ancient times to the present,

Physical phenomena lacking metaphysical insight are just as unsatisfying as metaphysics lacking physical representation.

Behind this profound text lies a page of paper with text that suddenly appears, like a sticky note.

He wrote a passage that can be considered revolutionary in the field of experiential potion-making:

Every potions master should know that controlling the heat is crucial for brewing potions.

If the fire spell is used, everyone can brew the perfect potion.

But as I said in "Let Yourself Experience a Carnival in a Bottle",
Without the strange intuition that the cauldron provides its magical power, it becomes as unacceptable as scrap metal...

Sheen quickly flipped the page, and the most crucial part jumped out at him.
Although this section has been ridiculed as something only "foolish wizards" need to learn,
It's not accepted by tradition either, but if you ask me, fuck them!

If you can see this part, then I will reveal it to you.

Automatically ignited crucibles can also achieve perfect firing temperature.

Sheehan's reaction upon seeing this passage was no different from Harry discovering the Half-Blood Prince's notebook, Hermione discovering the Time-Turner, or Tom discovering "The Secrets of Dark Magic"...

"I—have everything I need!"

Sheen focused intently on boiling the slugs and preparing the ingredients.
His stirring was no longer haphazard, but rather adjusted according to the techniques revealed by Professor Snape.
His control over the heat no longer followed that vague standard, but instead followed the guidance of Potions Master Libashe Polach.

The cellar wasn't well-lit, but just enough to illuminate the little wizard's figure.

Wisps of white steam rose from the crucible, soft and delicate like silk.

Amidst a bubbling sound and Sheen's soft breathing, the potion in the cauldron turned a pale blue-green color once more.
Sheen knew that the most crucial moment was about to begin.
He used the exact same method as before, adding the slugs and starting the final stirring.

The cold underground,
The surrounding stone shelves were filled with all sorts of glass jars, containing twisted roots, animal eyeballs, or some strange scales that shimmered with a faint light.

A drop of cold water seeped from a crack in the moss-covered ceiling.
It struck Sheen precisely on the back of the neck.
Sheen felt nothing; his body and mind, like the incantation he uttered and the magic that flowed from it, sank into the rising steam.

[You have successfully brewed a potion of scabies medicine to a beginner level. Proficiency +3]

The panel's prompts snapped Sheen out of his reverie, his eyes fixed intently on the dark green, jelly-like liquid.

He understood that the most difficult step was over. The next step was quite simple: maintain his current level and solidify his potion-brewing skills.
Finally, the White Trash talent was completely changed.

Sheen's heart was burning with passion and high spirits, but he also packed his things and ran away at lightning speed.

All the materials were put into the bag in an instant.

After he carefully stored the scabies medicine from the crucible into a crystal bottle,

Sheen waved his wand:
“S—cour—g—ify!”

The cauldron instantly returned to its original state, and Sheen carefully placed "Advanced Potions Guide" and "Magic Potions and Elixirs" into his bag.

He now knows the difference between the eight-Gold Galleon "Advanced Potions Guide" and the two-Gold Galleon "Potions and Elixirs".

He checked the cellar one last time to make sure there were no problems.

As the environment warmed slightly, Justin's anxious face also appeared in the sunlight.
He visibly breathed a sigh of relief after seeing Sheen.

"Great, Sheen, did it go smoothly?"

He asked, panting.

"Ah."

Sheen nodded.

Meanwhile, around the corner of the corridor, a man with sallow hair and a hooked nose strode along.

The young wizards who saw him along the way all quietly retreated.

Sheehan and Justin watched as Professor Snape walked into the cellar.

The two of them looked like thieves.

"My mother said that friendships formed by doing bad things together are always stronger than friendships formed by doing good things together."

Justin started by laughing and saying,
Then he thought about it again.

"Although this is not a bad thing, the result is the same."

?

Sheen glanced at him inexplicably.
Why does Mrs. Finley teach everything?
……

In the magical world, the word "science" is generally not accepted, even in disciplines like potions that require profound science and precise craftsmanship.
Overly metaphysical dialectics are always rejected.

Ok,
These weren't said by Sheen, but by the author of "Advanced Potion Making."

According to Libash Pollach, the Potions Master who authored "The Complete Guide to Asian Antidote" and "Let Yourself Have a Bottle Carnival!"

His skill in controlling the heat greatly benefited Sheen, so even before lunch began,
Sheen planned to go to the library to read his other two books.

It would be even better if there were some notes containing "unorthodox" knowledge, like those found in "Advanced Potion Making".

On Fridays, the Hogwarts Library is always filled with a wonderful atmosphere that is unique to the eve of the weekend, a mixture of urgency and laziness.

Perhaps the young wizards have finally realized that it's difficult to complete their assignments without spending time in the library.

The long oak table was almost full of people.

Students can be seen everywhere, engrossed in their books.
The rustling sound of a quill pen scratching across parchment is the main melody here.

The fifth and seventh graders wore expressions of obvious anxiety, surrounded by mountains of books.

The first-year wizards were equally impressive, with one occasionally complaining, "A one-foot-long history of magic paper?!"

Then Mrs. Pince "invited" him to fly out of the library.

(End of this chapter)